Chapter 546 Punishment of Napoleon

Chapter 547 Punishing Napoleon

Half a month later.

Napoleon's 17-year-old brother Lucien Bouwanaba rushed back to Corsica from Paris to participate in the by-election of Corsican MPs - 14 seats were suddenly vacated in the Parliament to re-elect MPs of.

Without any surprise, Lucien Buwanaba was elected as the Sota District Councilor with a high vote. Even though he had almost never been to that place, with the strong operation of his second brother and the support of the governor, Count Butafuoko, it was not difficult to be elected.

In fact, almost all of the 14 by-election seats fell into the hands of people appointed by Napoleon and the Governor-General.

…

Second floor of the Tuileries Palace.

Joseph looked at the report about the situation in Corsica that Brian had just sent, and couldn't help but rubbed his brows tiredly.

He knew that Napoleon could make troubles and dared to make troubles, so he sent him to Corsica to deal with the problem, but he did not expect that the troubles almost caused a big earthquake.

What Napoleon did was simply the behavior of a lawless warlord! Give him a little more power than in history, and he will dare to make moves several times greater than in history.

Although he did solve the problem of Corsica's separatist tendencies to a certain extent, he also damaged the image of the French government there.

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief and ordered Brian:

"Please draft an order - Lieutenant Colonel Bouwanaba besieged the parliament hall in a very inappropriate way and must be punished. He should be removed from his position as acting commander of the Corsican garrison. However, there is no suitable replacement for the time being. He commanded the garrison."

"Yes, Your Highness."

After Joseph finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel a little funny - he was the first person in history to punish someone who took the emperor. This was absolutely unimaginable in the previous time and space.

I hope this can sharpen Napoleon's arrogant and unruly character, so that he can better utilize the power of his sword in the future.

Joseph thought about the current situation in Corsica again. Nothing can be broken without establishing. Now that the old pattern has been broken, construction will begin next. Without Pauli's manipulation, as long as the Corsican people can live and work in peace and contentment, who would be willing to carry out separatism?

But that place needs resources but not resources, and needs agriculture but not agriculture, so it is really not easy to develop.

He thought carefully and quickly remembered a certain island in later generations, where the model could be applied.

So, he looked at Brian and said: "Archbishop, I want to make Corsica a tourist destination. What do you think?"

The chief minister thought for a while and nodded: "I think you can definitely give it a try, Your Highness. I have been there before. The sunshine is very comfortable, and the seafood and ham taste good. However, the local residents don't seem to be that gentleman."

"Then the church needs to take the trouble to teach them." Joseph said, "When you go back, make a plan with Mr. Bai. This includes opening a regular ferry from Marseille to Calvi, and the government subsidizes some ferry tickets to attract more people. People go there to visit.

"In addition, a number of restaurants, massage parlors, and amusement parks will be built there..."

Brian immediately added: "There are also brothels, Your Highness."

"Ahem, that's up to you."

…

Lower Thames.

Port of London.

Before the Marquis of Wellesley even got off the ship, he saw the crowded welcoming procession on the shore and the royal band in neat red uniforms in front of the crowd.

When his eyes glanced at a young man surrounded by officials in the middle of the pier, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

That man was the current British Prime Minister William Pitt - to distinguish him from his father, people called him Little Pitt.

The ferry "Martha" docked lightly at the dock. The springboard is lowered. Amidst the loud music, Wellesley stepped onto British soil and immediately walked quickly towards Prime Minister Pitt.

The latter also came over with a smile. Before he could salute, he gave him a warm hug and said loudly:

"Arthur, did you know? The whole of London is singing the praises of your glorious victory in the Far East. Your outstanding command and heroic battles have stabilized the foundation of the entire country!"

Wellesley was not at all proud when he was praised, but instead there was a flash of embarrassment in his eyes.

He patted his old friend on the back, then took a step back and insisted on saluting in accordance with the rules:

"Thank you for coming to pick me up, it makes my day."

He glanced at the grand scene around him and said with a dry smile: "I thought... there wouldn't be such courtesy."

"How could you have such an idea? You are a general who has returned victoriously and a hero!"

Seeing that he had his head lowered, as if thinking about something, Peter waved to the crowds on both sides for him, then ordered him to skip the speech and pulled him directly into the carriage.

"Is it the damn malaria that's still tormenting you?" Little Pete looked at his old friend with concern, "You don't look energetic."

Marquis Wellesley still lowered his head and said depressedly: "You know, there is no victory, and I did not defeat the Indian native."

"No, you won a great victory." Little Peter immediately corrected, "Britain needs your victory. People don't like the cold truth."

"More than 3 million pounds and nearly a thousand soldiers casualties," Wellesley kept shaking his head, "In the end, they only got a little bit of worthless land and the ridicule of Mysore."

Little Pete also sighed and patted his shoulder: "Think of the good, at least you have stabilized our sphere of influence in the Far East."

"French people!" Marquis Wellesley suddenly raised his head, with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "They are all damn French!

“The Mysore soldiers I captured said that they had all received training from Lafayette, and that guy even made a complete battle plan for Tipu.

"I even suspect that the fine cannons in Tipu's hands were provided by the French!"

He clenched his fists and his voice was as low as a beast's roar: "If it weren't for the French, I could have completely defeated Mysore, captured Salingabatan, and then asked Tipu to pay millions of pounds in compensation to redeem it. .The entire Indian peninsula will tremble in front of us and obediently give us everything we want!

"We have to make the damn French bastard pay!"

Little Pete nodded slowly: "Your political acumen is still so keen. In fact, the current opinions of the entire cabinet are completely consistent with yours. I am ready to submit this to His Majesty the King soon as the core of the country's future strategy. "

Wellesley was slightly startled: "What do you mean by 'completely consistent'?"

"Attitude towards France." Little Peter said with a sinister look, "Do you know France's trade volume last year? It has exceeded ours.

"Millions of pounds were made from us. That damn Treaty of Eden! We were cheated!

"A large number of French industries have caught up with us in the past two years, but we still have to maintain the low tariffs in the treaty and watch French goods pour into our market."