After General Bosskay asked the question, Jerome Bonaparte once again emphasized the importance of discipline.

As a time traveler, he knew all too well about France... No, he should say what kind of armies the countries of today’s world had. He could even unceremoniously say that the armies of the current world (including Prussia) were composed of robbers, strong men, and executioners. This hadn’t changed much even in the 21st century.

So he did not demand that his own army could be like some army a hundred years later, achieving the feat of taking nothing from the masses.

However, the discipline that a troop should have cannot be relaxed at all, even if it’s a robbery, it should follow order in its looting. Random looting only ruins discipline and reduces the efficiency of robbery without having any positive effect.

Of course, the issue of the Second Division going to nearby villages to "spend" their leisure time did not violate discipline in principle. Since Bosskay mentioned this situation, Jerome Bonaparte thought it necessary to emphasize it appropriately.

"Rest assured! I will strictly supervise them!" General Bosskay hurriedly assured Jerome Bonaparte.

"Don’t be too overzealous!" Jerome Bonaparte teased, "Men! We all know there will always be a day or two every month that they can’t hold it in, which is understandable! Not to mention that most of your soldiers are young lads full of vigor, as long as they don’t falter during critical times!"

Jerome Bonaparte paused for a moment and then said, "And have the soldiers pay a little more attention, try not to cause any fatalities!"

The super powerful seeding ability of the French Army during the Napoleonic Wars, had already become famous in Europe.

The Franco-German mixed children born during the later Three Germanies’ garrison in Paris were nothing compared to the mixed children the French soldiers left in the German Region, Poland, and Russia during the Napoleonic times.

"Your Majesty, I’m afraid I can’t guarantee that!" General Bosskay also joked, "After all, I can’t precisely control which male of the soldiers’ lower rifle!!"

"When they really come knocking on your door, don’t blame me for not warning you!" Jerome Bonaparte also smiled back at Bosskay.

"At most, we’ll just offer them some money!" General Bosskay replied as well, "Surely they won’t expect our soldiers to marry them!"

Seeing the conversation deviating more and more from discipline, Jerome Bonaparte immediately halted it: "Alright! Everyone pay a little more attention! Don’t wait until they really come knocking, and blame me for being merciless then!"

"Yes!" General Bosskay responded seriously.

Subsequently, Jerome Bonaparte once again asked the people present if they had any difficulties that needed him to solve!

This time, everyone present shook their heads, indicating there were no issues that needed resolving.

"Since none of you have any problems, then I hereby declare the temporary meeting adjourned!" Jerome Bonaparte announced the end to those present as he stood up.

Everyone stood up and saluted Jerome Bonaparte, then left the Expeditionary Army Headquarters.

That evening, the French national flag and military standard hanging on the South Shore of Sevastopol were lowered to half-mast.

The rumble of cannons and the "Marching Song" echoed on the South Shore of Sevastopol, ceasing only around 2 or 3 in the morning.

The next morning, Commander-in-Chief of the British Expeditionary Army, Marshal Lagren, appeared at the Expeditionary Army Headquarters with dark circles under his eyes.

Jerome Bonaparte looked at Marshal Lagren in surprise and inquired considerately if the cannons from last night had disturbed him.

Marshal Lagren nodded and curiously asked Jerome Bonaparte what had happened last night with the French Army.

Jerome Bonaparte told Marshal Lagren the news that Marshal Saint Arno had passed away yesterday afternoon.

After hearing Jerome Bonaparte’s answer, Marshal Lagren’s expression became a bit complex, and he sighed, "Truly, the hand of fate! I didn’t expect Marshal Saint Arno to return to God’s embrace so soon! He was so young!"

"Perhaps it’s because God needed a brilliant commander like Marshal Saint Arno to conquer lands on His behalf!" Jerome Bonaparte also sighed, "Just like my uncle, who also returned to God’s embrace at the age of 52!"

"My superior, the Duke of Wellington, also once said that the early demise of His Majesty Napoleon was indeed a loss to the world!" Marshal Lagren nodded empathetically.

Subsequently, Jerome Bonaparte chatted with Commander Largren for a while.

During the conversation, Marshal Lagren tentatively inquired if the French Army was planning anything new recently.

If France needed Britain’s assistance, he and the British Army would certainly not decline.

Jerome Bonaparte told Marshal Lagren that France was indeed formulating new plans, but it would take some time.

Marshal Lagren immediately expressed that he personally was looking forward to France’s plans.

"Once the Staff Department finalizes the plans, I will call you to discuss them immediately!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to Marshal Lagren.

"Yes!" Marshal Lagren nodded and then bid farewell to Jerome Bonaparte!

"Marshal Lagren, the weather on the Crimea Peninsula is turning cold, take care of your health!" Jerome Bonaparte reminded Marshal Lagren, remembering that historically, Marshal Lagren’s death should also be around this time. (Here, Jerome Bonaparte remembered incorrectly; Marshal Lagren’s historical death was on June 28, 1855, but in this year he caught dysentery during winter, significantly weakening his bodily functions, and the following year, due to ongoing domestic criticism, his inner rage could not be vented, leading to his death under internal and external pressure.)

This timeline’s Marshal Lagren, because of the early capture of Sevastopol, faced significantly less criticism than during the same period.

Of course, many problems within the British Army were also buried under the continuous victories of the Allied Forces.)

"Rest assured, Your Majesty, until I see Russia surrender, I will absolutely not close my eyes!" Marshal Lagren responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

...

Meanwhile, as Jerome Bonaparte and Commander Lagren were talking, something significant was also happening a few dozen kilometers away in Bakhchisaray.

At this moment, Crown Prince Alexander, Grand Duke Constantine, Commander Gorchakov, and Marshal Jomini were all gathered in a room at the old royal palace in Bakhchisaray, waiting together for the "distinguished guest" dispatched by Nicholas I to the Crimean Peninsula.

When the "distinguished guest" pushed open the door, everyone waiting in the room showed a surprised expression, among whom Grand Duke Constantine loudly exclaimed, "How could it be you?"

The "distinguished guest" who entered the door was none other than Count Orlov, who manages the Russian Empire’s "Third Hall". He extended his hand to greet Grand Duke Constantine and Alexander II, saying, "Your Highnesses, it’s been a long time!"

"Mr. Orlov, it’s been a long time!" Crown Prince Alexander II nodded in response.

He did not understand why his father would send Count Orlov to the Crimean Peninsula.

Could something have happened in St. Petersburg?

Just as Alexander II was wondering if something had occurred in St. Petersburg, Orlov’s words further deepened his suspicion: "Your Highness, could I have a word with you alone?"

Alexander II glanced at the people beside him, and upon seeing this, Gorchakov and others tactfully left the room.

Soon, only Alexander II and Count Orlov were left in the room.

"Mr. Orlov, has something happened on the St. Petersburg front?" Alexander II asked Orlov with a serious face.

"Your Highness, indeed, some matters have occurred in St. Petersburg recently! Please make sure to return to St. Petersburg soon!" Count Orlov said to Alexander II.

"What exactly has happened in St. Petersburg?" Alexander II impatiently inquired.

"You’ll know everything as soon as you return to St. Petersburg!" Count Orlov was somewhat unwilling to tell Alexander II what was happening in St. Petersburg.

"Orlov, what on earth happened? I command you to tell me now!" Alexander II forcefully ordered Orlov.

"His Majesty’s health is failing!" Count Orlov responded with a solemn face.

"Impossible!" Alexander II clearly did not want to believe Orlov’s words, "When I left St. Petersburg, His Majesty was still in good health! How could it be so quickly..."

Orlov told Alexander II that a while ago, His Majesty had organized a parade, and it coincided with the first wave of cold air invading the Russian Empire; at that time, Nicholas I hadn’t changed into a winter coat and was still wearing thin clothing to review the Empire’s troops on the square.

After Nicholas I returned to Tsarskoye Selo post-review of troops near the Capital Circle, his health suddenly collapsed, and continuous coma almost scared Count Orlov and the others to death.

Even worse, after Nicholas I woke up, he did not heed the doctors’ advice to switch to a thick coat, and he still wore a thin outfit, often walking around.

After several consecutive days, Nicholas I’s health failed once again.

This time, Nicholas I was in a coma even longer than before.

Upon awakening, he immediately summoned Orlov and required him to go to Crimea and bring back Alexander II, who was overseeing the battle on the Crimea Peninsula.