When Prince Monfort saw the Paris region’s military deployment map, he immediately realized that the office in front of him was likely a secondary command post established by Jerome Bonaparte near Paris.

After all, no ordinary office would have military maps, sand tables, and numerous soldiers.

At the same time, the busy soldiers and secretaries inside the office also turned their attention to Prince Monfort and Bulbaski upon hearing the door open.

Standing to the side, Colonel Bulbaski promptly introduced to Prince Monfort, "Respected Your Highness, what you see is the ’Zealous Combat’ office jointly established by the Secretariat and the Mechanical Command!"

"Zealous Combat?" Prince Monfort did not grasp the implication and looked at Bulbaski with a puzzled expression, as if seeking an explanation from him.

"The Zealous Combat office is named by His Majesty the Emperor himself. Its primary purpose is to swiftly and decisively suppress rioters in emergencies, replacing the duties of the General Staff and the Ministry of War!

If Paris falls under the control of rioters, the Ministry of War and the General Staff located in Paris may be occupied immediately, leaving the guards stationed near Paris leaderless!

Small-scale riots could escalate into a coup against the Empire due to military inaction!

To prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, the Zealous Combat office will replace the General Staff and the Ministry of War’s functions by issuing orders to the Guard Army stationed near Paris to advance to Paris!

All Guard Army units must resolutely execute the orders immediately upon receiving them!"

Colonel Bulbaski explained assertively to Prince Monfort.

"I see?" Prince Monfort displayed an understanding expression.

"Of course, not all situations require mobilizing the entire Guard Army!" Colonel Bulbaski continued to explain to Prince Monfort, "The Combat Office will employ different plans for suppression based on the severity of the situation!

The lowest level is the ’Pu Yue’ plan, while the highest level is the ’Wu Yue’ plan!"

Wu Yue!

Prince Monfort naturally understood the significance of the "Wu Yue" plan.

Back then, his brother Napoleon relied on the coup of the eighteenth of Wu Yue of the Republic to overthrow the Wuyue Directory and establish personal dictatorship in one fell swoop.

And his son Jerome Bonaparte’s military coup against the National Assembly was also mocked by the public (mainly by the Republican Faction) as the "new generation of the eighteenth of Wu Yue."

For the Bonaparte Clan, the two words "Wu Yue" already imply a change of dynasty.

Monfort speculated that Jerome Bonaparte’s choice of "Wu Yue" as the highest level of suppression implied a desire to "remake the world."

Throughout French history, each successful suppression of Paris not only extended the life of a shaky regime but also reenergized it.

Of course, Prince Monfort did not know that his speculations were merely "conjectures."

In fact, Jerome Bonaparte was more inclined towards the "Gwangju Incident" and "Spring of Seoul."

Unfortunately, no one in this world could understand Jerome Bonaparte’s intentions.

Jerome Bonaparte thus had to change to the names "Pu Yue" and "Wu Yue," which aligned more with the times.

"If this plan is truly implemented, then who will execute it?" Prince Monfort asked Bulbaski again.

Bulbaski fell silent for a moment, then shook his head and replied to Prince Monfort, "Your Highness, this question is known only to His Majesty!

However, since the plan is extremely confidential!

I think His Majesty would likely choose someone he trusts enough to execute it, or perhaps His Majesty would execute it personally!"

Afterwards, Bulbaski and Prince Monfort entered the office, where all the soldiers and secretaries set aside their work to salute Prince Monfort.

Bulbaski looked around but did not see the figure of André von Beichu, so he immediately asked the others in the office, "Where is Secretary Beichu?"

After a moment of silence in the office, a voice responded to Bulbaski, "Adjutant Sir, Secretary Beichu accompanied His Majesty and Governor Feldbu on a hunting expedition near the Fontainebleau Palace!"

"Governor Feldbu?"

Bulbaski was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered the so-called Governor Feldbu, who had just returned to Paris from the Sergal Region a few days ago to report on his duties.

"When did he arrive?" Bulbaski asked again.

If the person arrived by train, Bulbaski should have met him at the train station.

Bulbaski was very puzzled as to why he hadn’t encountered him at the train station.

Unless Feldbu was not in military uniform at the time!

"Just not long ago!" A secretary in the crowd, after recalling for a moment, replied to Colonel Bulbaski, "It was around 9:50 in the morning!"

"I see!" Bulbaski murmured.

He had left Fontainebleau Palace at 9:30 in the morning under the Emperor’s order to head to the train station, and Governor Feldbu should have been on the train arriving around 9:20.

This means that after he left Fontainebleau Palace, Feldbu was on a carriage heading towards Fontainebleau, and the two should have encountered each other halfway, only neither greeted the other.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has already gone out hunting! Would you need me to go to the hunting location to find His Majesty?" Bulbaski tentatively inquired to Prince Monfort.

"No need!" Prince Monfort shook his head in response to Bulbaski, "Just find me a quiet bedroom so I can rest for a bit!

These old arms and legs of mine really can’t take much fuss!"

With that, Prince Monfort pretended to rub his arms.

"Yes!"

Bulbaski hurriedly arranged a bedroom for Prince Monfort to rest in.

...

On the other hand.

In a forest located dozens of miles to the left of Fontainebleau Palace, a crisp gunshot "bang" echoed from the woods to the distance, causing the birds resting on the branches to take flight into the sky, forming a curtain that could almost cover the sun.

Following that, the forest was filled with the wailing of the wounded prey and the voices of the hunters conversing.

"Alas! It’s been a long time since I used a gun, feels like my shooting skills have become quite rusty!"

Jerome Bonaparte, holding a Mauser Rifle, humbly said to Governor Feldbu beside him as he ejected the brass shell from the chamber.

"Your Majesty, you are too modest! Your shooting skills could rival the soldiers of the Zuaf Corps!" Governor Louis Feldbu of the Senegal Region said with extreme deference to Jerome Bonaparte, his eyes fixed intently on the rifle and bullet in Jerome Bonaparte’s hand, as if ready to snatch the Mauser Rifle the next second.

As a vassal of the French Colonial Empire, no one understood the significance of this rifle better than Louis Feldbu.

Just from the firing speed Jerome Bonaparte demonstrated, Louis Feldbu could affirm that no rifle in the current Europe could match it.

Of course, the only downside of this rifle is that its loading port, like the Dreiser Rifle, is a breech-loading mechanism, which can make it uncomfortable for soldiers accustomed to muzzle-loading.

"Governor, there’s no need to flatter me so!"

Jerome Bonaparte once again took out a brass bullet from the bag tied at his waist and expertly inserted it into the chamber.

Just when Louis Feldbu thought Jerome Bonaparte was about to raise the gun to shoot again, Jerome Bonaparte handed the Mauser Rifle to Louis Feldbu.

"Would you like to try it!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled as he introduced to Louis Feldbu, "This is the third-generation rifle produced by Mr. Mauser, its performance is more stable than the second-generation rifle!

The brass bullets are mass-produced by Schneider Company’s molds, the seal is much tighter than the previous hand-welded bullets!

With the brass bullet and the Mauser Rifle, I think no army could refuse such a combination!"

Louis Feldbu, receiving the rifle, had a look of excitement on his face like a child receiving a new toy. He hurriedly replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "Your Majesty, I can hardly wait to hunt for you with this rifle!!"

"The sound of gunfire just now has startled the nearby animals, I suppose no creatures dare to stay nearby?

We should continue walking forward a bit!" Jerome Bonaparte suggested to Louis Feldbu.

"Your Majesty, you are right!" Louis Feldbu immediately responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

Afterward, Jerome Bonaparte called Andrei von Beichu, the secretary following him, to come forward.

Jerome Bonaparte pointed at the dead fawn not far from him and said to Andrei von Beichu, "Beichu, you can handle this fawn, can’t you!"

"Your Majesty, rest assured I will take care of it!" Beichu responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

"That’s good! Feldbu and I will wait for you ahead, don’t make us wait too long!" Jerome Bonaparte instructed before continuing forward with Louis Feldbu.

Andrei von Beichu, who stayed behind, quickly summoned a squad of soldiers to carry the dead deer back to Fontainebleau Palace. After completing this task, Beichu jogged in the direction where Jerome Bonaparte had gone.

Jerome Bonaparte and Louis Feldbu walked for about 20 minutes before finally spotting a second prey.

By a birch tree about 400 meters away, a gray rabbit stood idly.