At around 2 pm, three or four kilometers away from the target, soldiers of the Desai regiment had a brief rest here in an abandoned village three or four kilometers away. The soldiers built simple tents with the felt they carried, picked up dry firewood, raised bonfires inside, boiled water to eat, baked clothes, or cleared guns. Most of the officers gathered in the only intact room in the village to hide from the rain, and they talked quietly to each other to avoid affecting the inner room, the conversation between the three people of the Desai regiment commander Delney and Major Karls.

While browsing the sketches in his hand, Desai nodded with praise from time to time. This oral report from Corporal Silva a few minutes ago surprised and surprised the leader of Desai.

After reading the last page, he looked up and smiled at the two majors and said, "Haha, it seems that this staff officer Rusty is indeed good. He can find, analyze and get the answers he thinks are correct from the details that ordinary people cannot detect or often ignore."

An intermediate officer who was defeated and captured and released for only two months was able to understand the political and military situation around France and make accurate budgets, but also had a clear understanding of the unclear and complicated relationship between Colonel Desay, King Joseph, and Princess Polina. All of this was obviously achieved through hard work.

Major Delney agreed with the regiment commander, "Col. I think Rusty is enough to be your chief of staff. Of course, this will take place after you have been promoted to brigade general and become brigade commander."

Desai smiled unanimously. He knew that Major Delney had long wanted to give up his duties as a consultant in the regiment headquarters and concentrate on managing the first battalion. Perhaps it would be a future regiment. Rusty's talent is unquestionable, but his loyalty still needs to be examined.

Desai turned his attention to his military police chief again, "What do you think, Major."

Major Carls said: "Give him a chance to prove himself, which is probably a hint that Rusty indirectly confides to you in the words of the words."

Desai nodded, and he immediately wrote several secret letters and handed them over to Major Carls.

...

The King's Palace in the northwest suburbs of Madrid, Salzuela Castle

Among the brothers of the Bonaparte family, perhaps the old Joseph is the most lacking in personal style and the most dull. He neither wants Louis to be as tough and stubborn as Lucien, nor as unruly as Jerom, nor as brave and good at fighting (maybe overstate it). Although he is the eldest brother of the brother, his words have no prestige within the Bonaparte family. The eldest brother Napoleon is the real eldest brother of the family, and everyone's every move must closely revolve around Emperor Napoleon.

Joseph had a clear understanding of this. If he had let himself make his own choice, Joseph would rather stay in the Apennine Peninsula with a warm and suitable climate and be his Naples king, rather than coming to the Iberis Peninsula. In the crowds of rebels, more than 80% of the ordinary people opposed his country and became the unlucky Spanish king.

However, King Joseph could not violate the orders of Napoleon's eldest brother. As soon as he received the pardon from the French emperor, he obediently ran to Barongna, handed the crown of King Naples to Prince Mura, and instead put the crown of the Spanish king. With the support of Napoleon, he fabricated a "Brongna Constitution" for the New Spain Kingdom.

On July 20, 1808, when King Joseph first entered the downtown area of ​​Madrid, except for the French soldiers around him and a few Spanish nobles who flattered him, the entire downtown street was deserted, with dirty rags hanging on many windows, and many churches began to ring the death knell. As expected, after only 11 days in Madrid, Joseph, who had learned of the defeat of the Battle of Bailan, hurriedly fled to a small town on the border of the West-France to take refuge. It was not until January 22, 1809, after wandering for a long time outside, under the protection of Napoleon's army, that Joseph finally returned to the capital Madrid, trying to rebuild his kingdom.

Because of the continuous rain, the king, his many ministers, generals, and followers could only stay in the cold stone castle and wait for the sun to clear.

Joseph Bonaparte felt that his scalp was itchy because he wore his wig for too long. As a former lawyer of the French Revolution, he should have decisively throw away the decaying aristocratic things and scratched them desperately. But now he is the king of New Spain, he must try his best to maintain this hard-won symbol of aristocraticism. No matter how uncomfortable the wig is, he must endure it first and wait until the meeting with General Hugo ends.

"How can I say that Little Dercy is preparing to refuse the appointment of the general?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" General Hugo replied.

"What do you think, my count! Did you let me continue to tolerate the bad guy who has been neglecting and humiliating me again and again?" Perhaps the indescribable pain on my head made the Spanish king roar in anger.

Not only Colonel Desai alone, but few generals and marshals who fought in Spain were willing to obey King Joseph's orders. After returning to the Madrid Palace for the second time, Joseph gave them rial silver coins ranging from 1 million to 2 million to each of them, hoping that these people would purchase land in Madrid and serve the New Spain Kingdom with peace of mind. But soon, General Hugo's spies told His Majesty Joseph that most of the generals exchanged rials for francs and returned to France. As for the purchase of land, they had almost been left behind.

General Hugo stood quietly aside, waiting patiently for the king's anger to subside, and then replied: "Dear Your Majesty, I think this is not surprising. Like the old General Desai, his smart Polish illegitimate son also knows how to please His Majesty the Emperor far away in Paris. Moreover, Little Desai was in Princess Polyna's bedroom the night before, and spent more than two hours together. Yesterday morning, your sister sent someone to send a secret letter to Paris. As for the content of the secret letter, do I need to read it for you?"

"No need!" Joseph shook his head and sat on his throne. As an important member of the Bonaparte family, he knew very well that behind Polina's unrestrainedness, there was also the most noble spy of Emperor Napoleon.

In fact, King Joseph wanted to impose some kind of punishment on Little Desay without Polina coming to interfere. The French generals who commanded the war in Spain would run to express their love one by one. The old Desay left the legacy of the illegitimate son was too rich. Now the generals active in the French military all left more or less incense with the old Desay.

Moreover, Little Dercy was also very smart. Although he was constantly resistant to small acts, he never bargained on the issues of major issues concerning France's interests, including transporting food to Madrid, cooperating with General Hugo to encircle and suppressing the rebels in the north, and agreeing to clean up the disobedient mercenary group. If King Joseph ran to complain to his younger brother and Emperor Napoleon, the result would only make Napoleon look down on his brother even more.

Before, King Joseph had already instructed General Hugo to set up certain obstacles while the Desays team cleared out the Madrid mercenaries, but was flatly rejected by the latter. The seemingly reckless but actually shrewd spy leader warned his king not to think about conspiracy that harms others and does not benefit oneself, but more to use power techniques in the sun.

"Earl Hugo, do you have any good suggestions that can make me feel happier!" Joseph decided to solve the headache problem with his most loyal subordinates.

Earl Hugo was prepared for King Joseph's persistent revenge. He stepped forward a few steps and whispered: "As far as I know, Little Desai is determined to leave Spain and seems to return to join Marshal Rana. If you tell the Jur to be the Marshal and ask the Chief of General Staff to transfer the Desai regiment to the Portuguese Army, the Central and Southern Front, or some kind of battlefield along the coast of Spain, it may make the arrogant little guy suffer more!"

Joseph nodded and began to think about it. The command of the Portuguese Legion was Marshal Sirte. To a certain extent, in the Battle of Malenco, the old Desai died in the battle of slow marching. He took the little Desai to the Portuguese Legion, and what awaited him was more honors and higher ranks;

General Xu Xie (who was promoted to marshal in 1811), who was in charge of the battlefield in central and southern Spain, seemed even more unreliable. He was not only a loyal subordinate of the old general Desai, but in recent years, he had also been promoted by Marshal Rana, and sending Little Desai there was a vacation;

However, General Guvignon Saint-Sil (promoted to marshal in 1812) who was stationed in Barcelona (Catalonia), responsible for defending the eastern coast from British harassment and encircling local rebels, seemed to have a bad relationship with the old Desai. In 1793, Major Saint-Sil, who was then the head of the Paris Guard Battalion, threw the old Desai into prison because the latter firmly opposed the execution of the then French King, Louis XVI, at the voting meeting of the National Convention.

Soon, King Joseph and General Hugo conspired to reach an agreement.
Chapter completed!