The next morning, I left Kori Town, and according to the sign of the special commissioner, I walked more than 10 kilometers along the southwest, and successfully found General Carto's headquarters, Boss Town. The entire town was basically requisitioned by the army, with teams of rangers patrolling everywhere in the distance, and a circle of wooden fences around the camp, representing freedom, equality, and fraternity three-color flags flying over the sky.

With the letter of appointment issued by Balas for me, the guards outside the military camp did not dare to neglect me to the general's room. When they entered the military tent, the first thing that caught my eye was a middle-aged man wearing a blue major general's uniform with a gold belt hanging on his body, standing proudly in front of me. Next to him was a young major under 30 years old. It seemed that he was the general's adjutant. There was no combat map or sand table in the room. I was very surprised about this, but I didn't ask much.

After confirming that the artist-like person in front of me was General Carto, I first introduced my origin and submitted a letter of appointment, explaining: "Originally, the Ballast mission had to come to the barracks in person, but the National Convention needed him to do something more important, so I ordered me to act on his behalf until Paris sent the next mission."

Carto took my appointment letter and kept his eyes back and forth on it and my face. After about 5 or 6 minutes, after finally confirming the authenticity of the document, the general slowly said to me, "Welcome to my army, assistant commissioner citizen," he then pointed to the young man on the left and said, "Introduction, this is my adjutant Major Almeyrus."

"Hello, Assistant Commissioner Citizen," the adjutant said to me. I immediately responded politely.

"I don't know, what is the task of the assistant commissioner?" Carto returned the letter of appointment to me and asked after he asked me to find a chair to sit down.

"The instructions of the commissioner Balast allowed me to participate in the logistics management of the Toulon Front. As for other matters, the commissioner did not inform me, general." Asked knowingly, the appointment letter was clearly written. It seemed that this fool general was not a fool, at least he was very careful of someone seizing power from him. However, I also knew it myself, one was that I did not know how to command the war, and the other was that I wanted to find an opportunity to meet Napoleon.

"Well, then, my adjutant will take you to the Military Control Office later. Now, Assistant Comrade, can you invite you to have breakfast with me?" Hearing me answered his question tactfully, the commander-in-chief showed enthusiasm, and even the title changed slightly, and the citizen became a comrade.

"The honor is undeserved, General," I happily accepted the invitation from the painter General.

I had a very pleasant breakfast. During this period, I introduced my origin without any concealment (of course it was fabricated), and the master did not feel any difference. You should know that during the Revolution, there were cases of foreigners holding important positions in France, but they were basically white people from European countries, and very few were liberated black slaves. As for the yellow orientals, I might be the first, so I performed quite novelly, so I asked this and that.

A breakfast consisting of exquisite French bread, ham, butter and milk lasted for nearly two hours.

After saying goodbye to the general, the major adjutant took me to the I Want Logistics Military Control Office. Along the way, soldiers in blue suits stood scattered on both sides with long spears in groups, staring in surprise as the commander-in-chief walked past them with a strange oriental man. In between, an irreconcilable grenadier kept making sharp whistles, which caused a burst of laughter. I seemed to hear some bastard calling me "the yellow monkey from the East."

I tried my best to maintain my majesty, try to restrain my emotions, and ignore their provocative behavior. Napoleon in the book told me: Only truly brave officers can win the respect of soldiers. I am not yet, so I endure it.

"I'm so sorry, assistant commissioner, soldiers rarely see Oriental people, so they act like this. I apologize for their rough behavior." The kind adjutant turned his head and explained to me quickly, afraid that I would be unhappy.

"It doesn't matter, major," I said seriously. "As long as you can win a battle and do not violate military discipline, any actions of the soldiers are understandable."

When the adjutant was about to express his gratitude for my words, there was a quarrel outside the military camp, and the sound was loud. The adjutant frowned, then accused me of the crime, and walked straight to the gate of the military camp. I also wanted to see what was going on, so I followed.

"What happened, why did you make noise outside the military camp?" the adjutant asked sternly.

A sergeant on duty came over, saluted the adjutant, and pointed to a few steps away and explained: "That's right, major, there is a child who wants to join the army. I think he is too young and has unknown origin, so he didn't let him in, but the child insisted on clamoring to meet the officer and join the army, so..."

Following the sergeant's finger, I saw a boy who was only fourteen or five years old, dressed in a dim dressed body with bright eyes under his messy hair.

"Okay, let me handle this matter. Sergeant and others will return to your own posts." After the adjutant returned the gift to the sergeant, he gave an order. So the surroundings dispersed one after another, leaving only the adjutant, me and the little boy.

"Child, come here, don't be afraid. I am the general's major adjutant. If you have anything to say, you can say to me," the adjutant said to the child gently.

"My name is Major Cossett. I know your military rank and I want to join the army," said the weak child in an extremely determined voice.

"It's great, but you're too young, you should go back to your parents and wait for you to grow up before you come back," the adjutant tried to explain.

"I have no parents anymore. A few days ago, the White Army in Toulon killed his father who was a major in the National Self-Defense Force. In order to get me out, my mother was beaten to death by them. The major asked you to take me in," the child begged the adjutant.

"This is an army, we are about to attack Toulon, which is very dangerous. I'd better take you to the Masai Relief Station," said the adjutant, who seemed a little impatient and wanted to pull the child.

"No, I am already 15 years old. I can load and shoot, and I can ride horses. I don't go anywhere except the army. I want to avenge my parents," the child replied stubbornly, and skillfully avoided the adjutant's hands.

Poor child, I thought. It seems that the cruel battle between the White Army and the Blue Army is really as described in "93rd": merciless and never forgive. I flashed out a thought, coughed gently, and said to the adjutant; "Major, I have a suggestion for you to think, I still lack a follower around me, and I think this child is still very alert. If you allow it, I want him to be my orderly."

The adjutant was having a headache about this matter. Seeing what I said, he nodded without hesitation.

I walked up to the child who was half-headed and whispered: "I am an assistant commissioner of the National Convention. Are you willing to be my orderly?"

"I'm happy to serve you, commissioner," the child happily accepted the mission. It's not surprising that I'm an Oriental, and I only care whether anyone is willing to take him in to the army.

"Haha, it's an assistant commissioner, child, oh, no, I should call you a citizen," I said with a smile.

Helping others is the foundation of happiness. I imagine that I did not meet the kind-hearted Balas yesterday. Now I don’t know where to compete with wild dogs for food. Moreover, the child’s experience really makes me sympathize with. Of course, there is another important reason, that is, I don’t know how to play with a smoothbore gun, but I ask the soldiers to teach them. Seeing the previous scene, I will definitely be laughed at. However, with this orderly soldier who can play with guns, I can study with confidence.

"Major, the problem is solved now, but I want to go to my station first and arrange my entourage, what do you think," I asked.

"As you wish, Assistant Comrade," replied the adjutant with a smile.

Seeing the new entourage sitting in front of me being voraciously destroyed food, I looked at each other and smiled. After coming to my room, I wanted the child to go to wash up first, but he refused to die.
Chapter completed!