When I woke up for the fifth time from my coma, it was November 23 (Misty Moon 30).

The continuous high fever for 5 or 6 days has been roasted. I was so confused that I didn’t know how many bad potions I had been filled with. I was so disgusting that I wanted to spit out my bile, but unfortunately I didn’t have the strength to complete the work. The most damn thing is, just when my high fever had not subsided this morning, there was someone, as if my Major Xia De, who proposed to soak his special commissioner General in cold water to cool down. Fortunately, no one adopted his suggestion, and the high fever finally subsided at noon.

I, who had recovered my normal body temperature, was lying in the clean bed, and my mind began to wake up, but my body was still a little weak and my limbs were weak. Oh, it was a camp, and it should be the place where the doctor and general. I remembered it. Looking around, there was no one inside quietly, and even my little orderly soldier was not there.

I felt a little thirsty and wanted to call someone in, but I found a small bell hanging above my hand at the head of the bed. I shook it, and the ringtone immediately attracted a young doctor, who was in his 20s and had a square face. He should be younger than me, and it felt a little strange. He was not wearing the uniform of a military doctor.

When he learned about my needs, he came over to check my body temperature and wound condition, and asked me a few questions, confirming that I could speak and think normally.

"You, what are your instructions," the doctor said.

"I'm just a little thirsty and want you to pour me a glass of water, thank you." I said softly.

"Okay, but before you drink water, I must check your wound and body temperature on a routine basis." After the doctor said that, he began his own work after the patient nodded.

"Your high fever has completely receded, and there is no sign of infection in the wound. It seems that you can get out of bed and exercise tomorrow. Well, now you can drink water," the doctor said, bandaging me again. After finishing the work that should be done, the doctor brought me a cup of hot water.

"Thank you, I can take it myself." I refused the doctor's feeding to myself.

Holding the water cup, I didn't drink it. I felt a little doubtful. I looked at the doctor and said, "Doctor, where are my orderly soldiers, and the rest of the Legion?"

"They can't come in yet. You need a rest. There is no one disturbing you for a quiet rest." The doctor said.

"As you said, my injury has healed. Please help me call Major Napoleon and Major Chade," I changed my mind.

"I'm going to be tomorrow. As for today, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request." The doctor was a little stubborn.

"I am a commissioner, and I still have a lot to do. I don't want to speak to you in a commanding tone." I was a little annoyed.

"In the eyes of the doctor, you are a patient, not a special commissioner, nor a general." The doctor insisted on his point of view without any hesitation and never slacked off.

No wonder, in his previous conversation with me, there was no word "commissioned officer" or "general" appear, a competent doctor. I like it.

"I will say the last sentence myself, but I hope you will consider the previous sentence. You are my doctor, but I am a doctor of the Toulon Legion. After all, in this extraordinary period, some things that cannot be solved by the doctor." I respected the doctor in front of me, so I slowed down my tone and hoped that he could understand.

The doctor was silent for a while, and stood up and left a sentence: "You are a patient who is uncooperative, but an excellent general. Hone Siophile Hensinte Renek pays tribute to you." After that, he walked out.

After a few minutes, Major Napoleon, covered in rain, came to the tent with Major Chade, and followed them by my orderly soldiers.

"Okay, citizens, don't look at me like this. I'm in good health now, so everyone should sit down." Seeing their somewhat unnatural expression, I knew what they wanted to say.

"Koset, go and pour me a cup of hot water again, and send it to me when it is cold. Oh, why does my doctor like to give me salt water? The more I drink, the more thirsty I get." I said to the orderly.

Kesette knew that we were going to discuss some important issues, so he responded and tactfully withdrew.

"Okay, don't prepare some nonsense now. I want to know what the current wartime is, and what will happen to the Legion and Paris react to this after driving Dorpe away." I stopped the two majors from asking about their illness and told them what they are most concerned about now.

"General, in the current war, the west side of the legion is very calm. Our army is basically in a state of stopping the offensive. The coalition on the opposite side has no movement and is still in absolute position defense. However, according to the situation, the British are asking the Kingdom of Sardinia to increase the troops of Toulon, but the Sardinians have not agreed yet. On the east side of the legion, General Lapuap's division has conquered the Fort Lamarge along the coastline, but the battle at Farang Fort and Artig Fort was not smooth. The attack has been stopped and the on-site defense and rest. A messenger reported that General Lapuap was requesting the Italian Front to send more soldiers and artillery support." Major Xiade said.

"It seems that both we and the enemy want to win time to breathe, and there is no war on the front line. Okay, let's talk about the latter difficult problem." I said.

"General, the soldiers and officers of the entire legion are very supportive of your actions. Everyone spontaneously signed the unofficial letter submitted to Paris to express their position. Now, the morale of the legion is very high. They all hope that after the general recovers from illness, they will serve as the commander-in-chief of the legion, and lead them to drive away the enemy and recover Toulon. General Duger, General Duca, General Lapuap, and other generals also signed the unofficial letter. General Lapuap also wrote dozens of letters to the members of the National Convention, describing the entire story of the incident in detail. They also hope that you can accept the position of commander-in-chief of the legion, at least as the acting commander-in-chief of the legion." Napoleon spoke with a firm tone and excited tone.

Of course I also understand that this love letter was mostly initiated by Napoleon. If the Public Security Committee approves, the commissioner will execute his legitimate powers, otherwise it will be regarded as a rebellion, a collective rebellion between the commissioner and the entire Toulon Legion. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry that it was not entirely for myself, but more about the fate of the legion. Of course, I don't want to die before I succeed, but I don't want the entire legion to be buried with me. But at present, their actions have tied me up with the entire legion, prospering and losing. Why are there no such things in the damn textbooks? Of course, did France not have itself in this period of history? I asked and answered myself. Forget it, it's time to go, one step is one step.

"How is the situation in Paris now?" I asked.

"At present, the streets, alleys, coffee houses, bars and other public places in Paris are discussing what happened to the Legion. Of course, this was deliberately created after we discussed with the officers. We did not ask you for advice in advance, please forgive me." Seeing that I had no objection, Major Shade continued: "In addition, we have also contacted more than 20 members of the Balas, Robespierre Jr., and many other members of the Two Sessions, including Dandong. They all expressed their support for your behavior. Balas also asked someone to send you a bag of tea, hoping that you can recover as soon as possible."

I was so dizzy. The methods behind the scenes were very clever. I didn't believe that it was my guard officer who thought it out. His head with a planter was not used to think about problems at all. It must have been Major Napoleon who took the initiative to suggest that he casually pulled Xia De as a muzzle. There was only this explanation. The boss was the boss, and he had to conspire one by one. Fortunately, everyone was sitting in the same boat...

Just as I was glad for my secret, an inexplicable fear hit my heart. Damn, this Corsican dwarf is so calculating, I don’t know when it will be my turn. The idol is the idol. If the crisis reaches my own safety, I will not be a vegetarian brother. At least I am a few levels higher than him now.

But does this work? Once the artillery major who spoke inexplicably French was full of wings and even the Alps were at his feet, could I fight him? The answer is no, and this cannot be questioned. Two years later, when Napoleon led his troops to Italy alone, countless generals and Parisian politicians were defeated by him one after another. Even more than 30 carefully planned assassinations did not hurt the French emperor a single hair.

Should I take advantage of the situation and solve the problem once and for all? No, after all, I still need him to help me conquer Gibraltar and recover Toulon now, then I... thinking about it, my head is about to explode and catch fire.

After taking a cup of boiled water just given by the orderly soldiers standing beside me, I took a few sips to calm down, and then I calmed down to the two majors in front of me: "It seems that things are getting bigger and bigger. I believe that not only are we worried now, but the giants in Paris are also having headaches. Now that things have come to this point, we should do everything, and it is useless to think about it any more. Let us pray quietly and wait for the National Guild resolution brought by the Paris envoy."

After saying that, I was a little tired and wanted to rest alone for a while. Napoleon and Shade both left the tent after receiving the gesture.

"Koset, what do you think?" I asked casually about the orderly soldiers who were still standing by the bed.

"Commissioner, you and your army will have nothing to do." Cosette replied firmly.

"I have no doubt about this, what about anything else?" I continued to ask?

"What else? Do you think of regaining Toulon? This is just a matter of time for you, General." Cosett's expression was still affirmative.

"Yes, I'm sure, as long as Major Napoleon is there." I said.

"Major Napoleon! Is he that powerful?" Cosette asked in surprise.

"Maybe." I made a scheming statement, "I want to be alone and be quiet for a while, and you can go down and rest. I will call you if you have any questions."

Just as Cosette was about to leave the camp, I said something that made him extremely excited: "In the future, when only you and me are present, you can call me Andrew or Kai, not a general or a commissioner."

"Yes, General, no, no, Kai..." With the words that were not finished, Cosette ran out quickly.
Chapter completed!