"General Conrobel, I said! The army should avoid being linked to politics as much as possible! Didn't you understand?"

Shanggalne looked at the major general in his 40s with cold eyes. If he hadn't let go of a hole, he wouldn't have reached his current height.

After all, it was just a dog of Bonaparte, and he dared to show off in front of him.

"I think..." Conrobel looked around and said confidently: "The president is not a politician. He is the leader of the Republic and the supreme commander of the army! Only by keeping in touch with the supreme commander can we better build the army!"

"I think General Conrobel is right!" Perro, who belongs to the same camp, immediately cheered General Conrobel.

Not only Perot, but some commanders of the National Self-Defense Army who prefer the president also nodded slightly, and they also agreed with Jerome Bonaparte's words.

The thing that Changalne feared most happened. If even the National Self-Defense Forces were attracted by them, then he, the highest chief executive of Seine, had no other way except to be killed.

Years of military life have allowed Changalne to learn how to master his subordinates, and the army takes obedience as its mission. As long as you can show your attitude and use your position to make these guys obey.

The rest depends on whether Tier can help him.

"I don't want to explore whether the president is a politician!" Shangalne decided to use his own advantages to make them obey: "I issued an order with the commander of the National Self-Defense Forces of Seine Province and the garrison troops. From now on, no one must leave the barracks without my approval, otherwise, the military law will be dealt with!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present changed drastically.

Even Brigadier General Nomar looked at Shangalne with horror. Commander Shangalne's orders were too shocking.

If one is bad, Changalne may cause a situation where everything is lost.

"Did you understand?" Shangalne said sternly to everyone present.

The people in the combat conference did not respond to Changalne.

"I'll say it again, have you heard it clearly?" Shanggalne's tone for the second time became even more severe, and his voice could not be louder.

"I heard it!" This time, there were finally a few scattered responses.

"Very good!" Shanggalne nodded with satisfaction, and waved his hand and said, "Today's meeting is over! It's too late now, and it's time for you to go back and rest!"

Shangalne turned around and disappeared into the darkness, and the commanders of the National Self-Defense Army also left one after another.

Conrobel and Perot frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Major General Conrobel called Major General Perot. After leaving the door, the two rode away from the combat conference hall.

"What should I do now? The immortal Shangalne is obviously overwhelming us by power!" Perot's words no longer had a trace of respect, and Shangalne had already begun to tear his face apart.

"Don't worry!" The cunning moonlight shone on Conrobel's slightly bald head. Conrobel said seriously: "We only need to control the army and leave the rest to His Majesty and the Minister. Changarne can suppress us with his position, so naturally someone can suppress others with it. In this way, Changarne cannot remove our posts."

Although Changalne was the commander of the National Self-Defense Forces and the Garrisons of Seine Province, his military rank was only the same as Conrobel and Perot.

If you want to remove Conrobel and Perot, it is not an order issued by the Ministry of War, but the Ministry of War is in the hands of the President.

Under the moonlight, Conrobel and Perot embarked on the road to return to their base.

...

The next morning at 9:00 am.

Jerom Bonaparte, who woke up from his sleep, had a simple breakfast. He had just sat in the study and received news from Conrobel.

"What?" Conrobel looked at Valevsky in surprise, "Are you saying that Changalne no longer allowed the army to go to the Elysee Palace?"

"That's right!" Varevsky said with a firm tone: "General Conrobel told me that Changalne held a meeting after he returned, and the meeting clearly stated that the army could not..."

Varevsky reposted Conrobel's words, and Jerome Bonaparte's expression became increasingly dissatisfied. Of course, he was not dissatisfied with Varevsky, but also dissatisfied with the Changalne policy.

It seems that this guy Shanggalne is determined to target him.

"I want to remove Changalne!" Jerome Bonaparte said calmly.

"Your Excellency, I don't think we are ready to go to a full war with the Order Party!" Varevsky dissuaded his cousin, "I think we need to wait a little longer!"

Valevsky's words made Jerome Bonaparte, who was almost dazed by anger, wake up instantly.

Since Shanggalne dared to blatantly restrict his communication with the army, it means that there must be the shadow of Tier behind him.

Although the current Order Party is about to be broken, it still experiences the shattering of faith. Only when Count Chambor smashes them without completely falling apart can Jerome Bonaparte completely defeat them.

Time won't wait too long.

"Cousin, go and help me call the old maggot of Changalne! I want to ask in person! Don't worry, I won't do anything to him!" Jerome Bonaparte also had no respect for Changalne, an old man in his 60s.

"Yes!" Valevsky immediately responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

After Valevsky left, Jerome Bonaparte, who was bored in a big chair, continued to read the contents of the newspaper.

Not long after, the door of the study knocked.

Jerome Bonaparte sat upright, put on a solemn and majestic expression and said, "Please come in!"

The door slowly opened, and Valevsky and Changalne appeared outside the door.

"General Shangarne, please!" Varevsky naturally maintained the proper manners and said to Shangarne.

"Thank you!" Shangalne also responded politely.

After Changalne entered the study, the door closed again, leaving only Jerom, Bonaparte and Changalne.

"General Changalne, please sit down!" Jerome Bonaparte "passionately" extended his hand to invite General Changalne to sit down.

General Changalne, with a expressionless face, sat on the side of the sofa, and Jerome Bonaparte sat opposite Changalne.

Jerom Bonaparte, with his legs slightly spreading and his arms and elbows hanging on his thighs, sat in a relaxed posture and said kindly to Changalne: "General Changalne, we haven't had such a face-to-face conversation as we do now for a long time!"

"Your Excellency President, I am a soldier! You should not participate too much in politics!" Commander Changalne said the funnyest joke in the world with a serious expression.

Jerome Bonaparte had a smile on his lips, and he said in a sarcastic sarcasm: "General Changalne, do you know? Comedy is comedy because they often say abnormal words with serious expressions. You have the potential to be an actor!"

"Mr. President!" Changalne said with a hint of anger, saying word by word: "If you came to me just to say some playful words, then I think you have found the wrong person. The opera house next door is obviously more suitable for people like you!"

"General, why do we have to fight each other? What benefits did Thier give you? We can talk openly and openly!" Jerome Bonaparte said openly.

"At least they won't be like you!" Shanggalne, who was not arguing about his words, stood up and wanted to leave.

"That's not necessarily!" Jerome Bonaparte straightened his body and sighed, "General, if you don't step on two boats, we will become a good partner!"

"Sir President, stop joking!" Shanggalne refuted: "You have never trusted me, and the people you trust in are those who have been promoted by you!"

"You can't say that, most of those colleagues in the War Department were not promoted by me!" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Changalne.

"Yes! They are not the candidates you promote, but they have become your lackeys for you to drive at will! As long as these cords are a little tougher, they will kneel down..." Adhering to the disdain of the North African faction for government bureaucrats, General Changalne also looked down on the guys in the War Department.

As soon as he finished speaking, Changalne turned his back to Jerome and Bonaparte was about to leave.

"Commander Changalne, you are trying to anger me! I will send you to Vincen!" Jerome Bonaparte threatened Changalne.

"No! I will send you to Vincen!" Changalne counter-threats against Jerom Bonaparte without hesitation.

[Vansen: A prison in eastern France, a place to detain political prisoners.]

After the two men threatened each other, the meeting ended unhappily.

Jerome Bonaparte sat back on the sofa, waiting for Valevsky's arrival.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong? Commander Changalne looked very angry!" Varevsky looked at Jerome Bonaparte in confusion. He didn't expect that after a while, the two of them would part in dissatisfaction.

"He wants to send us all to Vincen!" Jerome Bonaparte said in a plain tone.

"That's really bad news!" Varevsky frowned, "You have to fight back!"

"Cousin, now you go to the War Department to inform Minister Renio and San Arno about all the things that happened just now, so that they can prepare to remove Changalne at any time!" Jerome Bonaparte ordered Valevsky one by one.

"Yes!" Valevsky responded immediately?

"And also reveal what happened here in Changalne to the guys (generals who stayed at home) in the Paris army, so that they can be mentally prepared!"
Chapter completed!