Chapter 134 The Crown Prince: Don’t try to get more from me, you bastard

Chapter 134 The Crown Prince: Don’t even think about making an extra penny from me, you bastard (please double the monthly ticket)

The Minister of War narrowed his eyes when he heard this. If the queen was behind the scenes, then the information that reported the officers of the French Guard was obtained by the secret police, the minions of the royal family.

Including the case of shelling the farmhouse, they also found out.

This really makes sense. A woman who wants to protect her son is no different than an angry lioness.

He looked at Berthier: "How do you know this?"

The latter involuntarily shrank back and said vaguely: "General, I naturally have a unique source of information."

"The important thing is that I can guarantee that the information is reliable, and that I have a way to solve your troubles."

Marquis St. Priest looked him up and down again and nodded slowly: "Okay, please tell me what you can do."

Berthier quickly recalled his words, feeling like he was facing an exam. To be honest, he didn't like being pushed to the stage, but the Crown Prince said that he was the most suitable candidate this time. In order to repay His Highness, he mustered up the courage to come here.

"First of all, you have to calm public opinion as quickly as possible."

Saint Priest nodded: "How to do it specifically?"

"Announce to the outside world that the military will severely punish those who caused the attack on the crown prince. Then they will take out a few small fish and shrimps, impose heavy sentences, and make a show." Berthier crossed his fingers nervously and continued, "For the shelling of the farmhouse Those who are involved, especially the leader Theodore, it is best to have a public trial to establish a fair image of the military police department."

The Minister of War waved his hand and interrupted him a little irritably: "What you said is very useful, but if there are still people who continue to report officers, then the matter will never end."

Berthier nodded: "Yes, General, and I can make a difference here."

"You? What can you do?"

The root of all problems lies in the fact that the Dauphin was attacked and injured. If His Highness can express his forgiveness in front of the Queen for those "not involved" in the French Guards, and Bessonval and several officers have been severely punished, I believe Her Majesty the Queen should forgive him. This matter will not be pursued any further.

Saint Priest frowned and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's injuries are not healed right now, and he must be very resentful of the French Guards. How can he speak for them?"

"Actually, I am a close friend with an important figure around the Crown Prince." Berthier lied, unable to even look directly at the Minister of War. "And he sacrificed his life to protect His Highness during this attack. He was awarded His Highness’ praise. If he can help, he should be very confident that he can convince the Crown Prince.”

St. Priest sat upright when he heard this: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes, General."

Saint Priest stared at him for a moment and nodded: "So, may I ask, what do you want to get?"

Finally getting to the point!

Berthier secretly took a breath and said: "You know, I come from an ordinary background, so I can only do research, and at most manage an engineering battalion.

“And I have always wanted to be a real officer, the kind who can command an army to charge into battle on the battlefield.

"So, I want a group."

Saint-Priest immediately showed a relaxed smile: "This is not difficult, Major Berthier. I remember that I was the one who signed your transfer to Paris. Now I will sign the letter of appointment for you to be promoted to regimental commander. .Oh, I should call you Lieutenant Colonel Berthier now."

Berthier immediately responded: "General, please wait until I finish speaking."

"Oh? Do you have any other requests?"

"Well, what I want is an elite corps."

"Okay." Compared to the big trouble in front of him, the leader of an elite regiment didn't care about Saint Priest at all.

"For example, elites like the French Guard." Berthier rubbed his hands, "And it would be best if I could select my own soldiers."

Saint Priest frowned slightly, this little officer was really rude.

However, he immediately thought that the reputation of the French Guard was completely ruined at the moment, and even the station was kicked out to the town of Moretrovain, and it was estimated that it would soon become a second-rate force.

Forget it, let him pick whatever he wants.

So he nodded again: "I can promise you."

After finishing all the details, Berthier stood up and prepared to leave.

Marquis Saint-Priest sent him to the door and suddenly asked: "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, can you tell me who the person behind you is?"

He judged from Berthier's demeanor just now and the energy that the latter should have, that he was probably just the spokesperson of some big shot.

"General, please wait for my good news." Berthier bowed and saluted, and immediately got into the carriage.

The Minister of War looked at the carriage going away and whispered to himself: "Is it General Custinat? No, he should not have such great influence in Paris.

"Or Baron Breteuil? Berthier was recommended by him.

"Or, it's the queen herself..."

He immediately smiled and shook his head. If the queen had such a plan, how could France be like this?

…

Joseph leaned on the hospital bed and suddenly frowned after listening to Berthier's words: "He agreed so quickly?"

"Yes, Your Highness, I agreed with almost no hesitation."

Joseph slapped his thigh, with a look of regret on his face: "This means that the price is too low! Please, you have to go there again tomorrow..."

After explaining the matter of "raising the price on the ground," he told Berthier: "I will let Major Dubois and the people from the police academy help you select soldiers.

"We don't want any officers who are from a noble family or bought with money.

"Those who have violated military discipline or have criminal records are not accepted.

"Remember to take away all the military horses, weapons and equipment. Take as much clothing, tents and other military supplies as you can, don't be polite."

Berthier stared at the Crown Prince with wide eyes, feeling that he was very talented as a robber...

At night, Joseph looked at the stars outside the window and carefully went through all the people who needed to be dealt with in his mind.

He had to find a new "prey" for Marat, otherwise the latter would definitely stare at the officers of the French Guard until they were completely torn apart.

There is no need for Joseph to completely break up with the military nobles yet. His goal has always been to obtain the elite of the French Guard, and to defeat Besonval and other Orleans faction guys.

Now that the goals have basically been achieved, it’s time to call it a day. With the pro-royal Flanders Brigade stationed in Paris, and Besonval, a young man, exiled to the Seychelles, at least in history, there were riots in Paris, and the situation where the garrison stood aside and watched will not happen again.

"The Duke of Orleans?"

Joseph shook his head. This guy's foundation was too strong. Even if he got a handle on him, it wouldn't be easy to do it.

"The great nobles in the Council of Dignities who still want to decentralize power?"

There are too many targets and they are too scattered, and now Mara and the others are short of manpower, so the effect will not be very good.

Today is the last day of 2023, and I feel a little nostalgic about it. I also hope that all my friends will have better times in 2024!

I love you all! mwah!