He Became Napoleon’S Genius Son [EN]: Chapter 359

Napoleon Declared in the Wake of the Anglo-American War

(359) Napoleon Declared in the Wake of the Anglo-American War

At this moment, red-skinned cavalrymen are galloping across the frozen great plains.

Of course, it’s not an unusual sight.

The beast known as the horse was introduced to the New World back in the 16th century.

Some of the natives who have lived with horses for nearly 300 years have become nomads.

However, the man riding at the head of them is strange.

A white man with blue eyes, wearing a brown uniform of unknown origin.

The man leading the charge, Lasalle, shouted,

“Hee-ho! Chief Tecumseh! Ride faster! That’s how we can punish the Hudson Company mercenaries!”

The place they are running through now is northern Canada.

There is a huge semi-circular bay here.

This bay, first discovered by Captain Hudson and named Hudson Bay, has a fort built by the British for the fur trade.

Fort York.

In fact, the British named many places like this, and if you look closely, the fort near Toronto has the same name.

However, as of 1806, York Fort clearly refers to the one inside Hudson Bay.

Tecumseh, who was shooting his gun while roaming outside York Fort, turned to Lasalle and shouted.

“Hey, aren’t you guys French?”

“That’s right? Is my English so fluent that you didn’t know?”

“It’s not fluent at all. It’s worse than mine. That’s not the point, shouldn’t we not be fighting here?”

Lasalle, hearing Tecumseh’s words, who spoke better English than him, chuckled and adjusted his gun.

“What are you talking about? You guys are the ones fighting. I’m just helping. Oops!”

It was because he saw mercenaries jumping out of York Fort.

-Bang! Click, bang! Click, bang!

They fired single-shot rifles, breech-loading rifles, almost at a rate of rapid fire.

Even Tecumseh and his men, who were quite accustomed to gunfights, were surprised.

Just as Lasalle was about to put down his gun, Tecumseh hurriedly approached and asked.

“Repeating? Is that possible?”

“Oh, man. This is a new-style gun. Among the things that come out of our Polly Armory, muzzle-loaders are called Beaune rifles, and breech-loaders are called Polly rifles, but they’re actually dangerous.”

“Dangerous?”

Lasalle shrugged and replied, then hurriedly put down his gun.

“This thing, if the heat gets too high, you can get burned. Sometimes gas leaks out too. Ouch, it’s hot.”

The technology of breech-loading rifles is not yet complete.

Originally, in the original history, Johann Drese, a student of Samuel Polly, first developed it in 1836.

It’s not a technique that requires very special skills, so Eugene gave Polly the idea and succeeded in making a Drese-like rifle.

However, it is still in the prototype stage and mass production is difficult.

Above all, the problem of the shooter getting burned when gunpowder gas leaks out was unresolved.

Also, the [conical] bullets, represented by the Minié ball, suitable for breech-loading rifles, have not yet been developed.

So, it cannot be properly used in actual combat, and it is still only used by adventurers like Lasalle in the New World.

Tecumseh, watching this, asked.

“Why are you helping us? Or is it a trick?”

Lasalle, barely picking up the hot gun again, climbed onto his horse and scoffed.

“Has this friend only lived being deceived? His Royal Highness the Viceroy wrote a contract, didn’t he? If we win this war, you will be granted a territory the size of a [state] in the area you want.”

“It must be an independent country. We have no intention of becoming your subordinates.”

“That’s how it should be. The Louisiana Indians, or rather, the natives, are scheduled to be subjugated, but we have no intention of doing that in Canada.”

Lasalle chuckled as he watched the Hudson Company’s mercenaries being pushed back by Tecumseh’s native riflemen in the distance.

“But still, remember. If a war breaks out with the United States, it will be difficult for us to help you. Well, if you join our New French nobility, things will be different.”

Currently, British Canada is being completely cut in half.

First, Philippe’s division, disguised as Russian troops, launched a blitzkrieg [a swift, overwhelming military attack].

As a result, the northern border of eastern Canada, the Quebec area, was occupied by [Russia].

On the other hand, in northwestern Canada around Hudson Bay, the fur trading British merchant guilds, represented by the Hudson Company and the Northwest Company, still remain.

In addition, the British Canadian Governor-General’s Office is struggling in southeastern Canada.

In this gap, Eugene dispatched Lasalle to the north.

With an order to help Tecumseh.

Tecumseh stared at Lasalle and led his men to charge for the final assault on the fortress.

In the meantime, a general who had joined the ‘Shawnee Special Forces’ with Lasalle approached on horseback.

“Lasalle, how is the United States problem being resolved?”

“Why are you curious about that? Champot? Soldiers just need to fight well.”

“No, but it’s a bit much to just abandon those friends. If we pull out of here, those friends will become meat overnight for Jackson, won’t they?”

Lasalle laughed heartily at the question of his friend and fellow general, Champot, and spurred his horse.

“When there is a problem like this, His Royal Highness the Viceroy usually passes the problem on to someone else.”

“Who? His Excellency the Consul, no, His Imperial Majesty is not here. Is Commander Hoche perhaps being appointed?”

“Oh, that’s good. If it’s the Egyptian garrison, I can entrust this place to them and leave. Haha!”

Suddenly spurring his horse, Lasalle shouted, following Tecumseh.

“I’ll borrow the Princess’s name. Just like when we were doing business!”

Anyway, the nominal owner of Louisiana is not Eugene, but Marie Therese.

***

So, what Eugene promised Tecumseh was a [Native American Autonomous Zone].

“Ah, that’s why I came to ask you to sign this treaty.”

Louis Nicolas Davout bowed his head, wiping the glistening sweat from his bald head.

Somehow, even Marie couldn’t take her eyes off his impressive bald head.

Marie Therese stammered for a moment and asked.

“Bald, no, Vice Commander Davout. Why do I have to sign here?”

“Because legally, the owner of Louisiana is the Princess.”

“Eugene should take care of that. Besides, the northeast is a remote frontier, so isn’t it something I don’t need to worry about?”

Marie Therese rolled up her sleeves and looked back.

“As you can see, I’m busy managing the citizens of Pensacola.”

This place is Pensacola, the city where the New French Viceroyalty Palace is located.

However, Marie is not leisurely drinking tea inside the Viceroyalty Palace, but is out in the city.

Originally, a ruler is not someone who sits and works, but needs to constantly patrol the territory.

Today in Pensacola, influential figures and citizens who came to petition Marie, the expected Viceroy’s consort, instead of the Viceroy, are lined up.

The gentlemen who want to chase Davout away and submit their petitions are glaring at Davout as if they want to kill him.

The good-natured Davout had to wipe away his cold sweat.

At that time, a beautiful woman in military uniform passed by on horseback and dared to scoff in front of the Duchess.

“Who’s busy? Anyway, all you do is elegantly watch and encourage.”

“Oh my, it’s our ‘Great-Aunt’ [referring to Pauline, known for her unconventional behavior]. Anyway, the hospitals are managed by doctors, not by nurse officers, right?”

“I’m the chief of the Order of Saint John Hospital, Your Grace? I’m too busy right now because I have to build hospitals in every Mississippi River settlement. I have to go on inspections too.”

Princess Pauline, commander of the New French medical unit and head of the Order of Relief in the New World, approached and tilted her head.

“But, what is that? Bald General?”

Although she openly called him by his nickname instead of his name, Davout is a really good person.

Besides, he wasn’t brave enough to resist Napoleon’s sister.

Looking at Pauline with a face full of bitter smiles, Davout began to explain simply.

“Hahaha! I’m Louis Nicolas Davout. Your Highness the Princess. This is, well, the declaration of a [liberation zone]. The reason I came to Princess Marie is because we have to give up part of northern Louisiana.”

“Liberation zone? Is that necessary in the New World?”

“It is necessary. In the New World, each European country is vying to expand its territory. We have France, England, Spain, and Russia. There are also independent countries like the United States and Portugal.”

Slightly looking around the influential figures of Pensacola, Davout said in a low voice.

“In such a situation, there is no place for the Indians. So, His Royal Highness the Viceroy is planning to jointly declare such a treaty with agreements with Spain and Russia.”

In short, it means that part of the land that was British Canada, specifically the private property of the Hudson Bay Company, will be declared as Native American territory.

However, that land is a kind of hostage, and it is difficult for many natives to live there.

So, they are trying to give up the northern end of Louisiana, the Missouri River area.

At first glance, it seems like a loss for France, but that’s not necessarily the case.

Because the land that Eugene will set as the [liberation zone] is the northwestern part of the Great Lakes area.

Shall we say that a Native American area is set up facing the border with the United States?

Moreover, in fact, some of the northwestern part of the Northwest Territory, which is nominally US territory, will also be included in this protected area.

He didn’t bother to explain these complicated circumstances, but Marie, who roughly understood, tilted her head as she looked at the agreement.

“So, it’s an area where Native Americans can live freely.”

“That’s right.”

“The United States also declared a protected area, what’s the difference from that?”

Davout finally regained his composure and declared with a face that was not sweating.

“This liberation zone is different in that it is an independent zone. So, it’s virtually an independent country.”

Then Pauline frowned and interjected.

“Will the Indians do well? I’ve met them a few times while building hospitals, but they were rough and barbaric. It felt like they didn’t know much about civilization.”

“It’s your nephew’s job. Don’t you trust him?”

“Funny. Do you know that that nephew of yours is still leaving you as just his fiancée?”

Instantly, Pauline pouted her lips and glared at Marie.

“How can you be so relaxed, knowing when I’ll get into his bed? Still, I meet Eugene more often than you do.”

Of course, both Marie and Pauline are hardly seeing Eugene right now.

Because Eugene is literally running around, crossing Miami, New York, and the northern border of the Mississippi River.

Still, jealousy was inevitable, and just as Marie and Pauline were about to glare at each other.

“Princess Pauline! It’s time for the next inspection ship to depart!”

At the voice of the [adjutant] calling from afar, Pauline scoffed and grabbed the reins of her horse.

“Hmph, I’ll go because my adjutant is calling me.”

“It sounds like my younger brother’s voice. Please don’t treat him too harshly.”

“Me? Pfft, I wonder. Like I’m going to drag him into bed or something?”

Looking at Pauline, who disappeared with a light laugh, Marie frowned.

“Next time, I might call her something other than Great-Aunt. By the way, General Davout. Where do I sign?”

The bald Davout did not miss the opportunity and quickly handed over the documents.

***

Of course, all of this process has never obtained the consent of the most important country in the New World.

-Bang!

Eugene was thinking that he might have to replace the White House table soon, when Hamilton shouted.

“What is this? His Royal Highness the Viceroy of New France?”

On the White House desk that Hamilton had just slammed down was a declaration.

It was a declaration distributed by the Spanish Embassy some time ago.

France, in fact, did not even announce it on purpose, but Spain, which had no vested interest in terms of territory, was particularly active.

If I had to say it, it was like showing a leading role in protecting Native American human rights.

Eugene chuckled and shrugged.

“It seems like something you should talk to Ambassador Lafayette about. It’s a diplomatic declaration.”

“Why are you arbitrarily issuing such a declaration? Without any consultation with us?”

“Why should New France consult with the United States about what it has agreed with Russia and Spain?”

Then Hamilton grabbed the declaration and shook it in front of Eugene’s eyes.

“This is a serious threat to our United States!”

Eugene glanced at the contents of the declaration he hadn’t seen in a while.

-〈The New World Viceroyalties of France, Spain, and Russia declare. We will establish a Native American Liberation Zone in the New World, and the zone will guarantee independence in the name of the three countries.〉

Of course, all of this content is not something that has been agreed upon with the home country.

However, from Spain’s point of view, Marie Therese, the heir presumptive to the throne, signed it.

The Russian Empire has a bigger problem with being at war with England on the other side of the world, so it doesn’t care about Native American protection zones.

France?

Napoleon lives his life without paying any attention to the New World.

As if the New World does not exist.

Perhaps it is because he has qualms of ‘conscience’ about the newly born [son] problem.

Anyway, thanks to this, Viceroy Eugene, who has broad discretion, shrugged.

“Mr. President. If I really wanted to threaten the United States, I would have set up the liberation zone elsewhere.”

“What?”

“Northwest Territory. The place where Tecumseh, who will be the de facto [leader] of this liberation zone, is staying now.”

Suddenly, Eugene pointed to the declaration and asked.

“Do you want to fight with the natives in the country? Even in the form of New France supporting weapons.”

In fact, there are many things Hamilton should question.

The apparent act of conspiracy that seems to have instigated a war with England.

The behind-the-scenes strategy of taking advantage of interests by putting Russia forward, even though it is clearly a situation where they should help.

Here, the audacity to declare even the northwestern wasteland of the Northwest Territory as a [liberation zone].

But who was it that put Hamilton in the presidency in the first place?

If the fact that he received political funds is exposed, who will be impeached?

If the young man in front of him changes his mind and joins hands with England, which country will be in trouble?

The answer is Eugene, Hamilton, and the United States.

“We cannot accept it.”

“You don’t have to accept it. However, keep one thing in mind. Attacking this liberation zone is the same as attacking New France. Because it was originally Louisiana territory.”

“Hasn’t the name already changed?”

Eugene shrugged and smiled as he looked at Hamilton.

“So, we have to protect it even more. It’s the Emperor’s name.”

Suddenly, the end of the declaration that fell on the ground clearly reveals its appearance.

-〈The name of the new New World Liberation Zone is [Napolienne].〉

Napolienne.

The standard-bearer of the revolutionary army, or the founder of the empire.

That name has become a symbol of liberation in the New World.

As the name of the New World Native American Liberation Zone that Napoleon will never see in his life until he dies.

He Became Napoleon’S Genius Son [EN]

He Became Napoleon’S Genius Son [EN]

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[English Translation] Imagine waking up to find yourself not just in another time, but as the adopted son of Napoleon Bonaparte! Thrust into a world of political intrigue, military strategy, and the looming shadow of empire, you must navigate treacherous alliances and prove your worth to one of history's most formidable figures. Can you rise to the challenge and become the genius Napoleon needs, or will you crumble under the weight of expectation and the machinations of a continent at war? Prepare for a thrilling saga of ambition, destiny, and the art of survival in the heart of a legend.

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