From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"Brother, you, how dare you."

In the corridor of the dormitory, Berthier squeezed through the crowd of onlookers and looked at the almost dying Gur on the ground in disbelief.

As a native Parisian, coupled with his meticulous investigation before enrolling in school, Berthier knew very well that Count Isaac was definitely not someone ordinary civilians could mess with.

He was a powerful count and could serve as the chief executive of the Île-de-France region, the heart of the entire kingdom.

Not to mention that he is also qualified to participate in the Royal Council and is a "Minister of State" who can see His Majesty the King's face with his own eyes.

Among the entire population of more than 600,000 people in Paris, Count Isaac is definitely a prominent figure.

Even in the Paris Military Academy, Gur's background was considered top-notch. After all, higher-ranking nobles did not need to send their children to military schools to be gilded.

Even a commoner like Berthier, who came from a very privileged background, would never want to mess with Gur, a domineering young aristocratic young man.

However, these three ragged poor people in front of them actually dared to trample such a young master under their feet and beat him violently?

Even the calm Berthier couldn't say a word at this time. He felt that either there was something wrong with the intelligence he had collected, and the person lying on the ground was not Count Isaac's eldest son at all, or that his eyes appeared. Problems caused by hallucinations.

"Ah, brother Berthier."

Lawrence nodded towards the extremely worried Berthier, then leaned over to look at the injuries on Gul's body, smiled and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Don't worry, these bruises look scary. They are just skin injuries. They will be fine after just lying down for a few days."

Berthier walked forward carefully, squatted down and poked Gour, who was already unresponsive. He felt that this was not a problem that could be solved by lying down for a few days.

Lawrence didn't say anything more. He found out Gur's room number from the onlookers, then called over the reluctant Duke Charlie, and together they threw the unconscious Gur directly onto his bed.

And after doing all this, the large group of students who were watching still did not disperse, but instead gathered more and more.

Many people had heard that three ruthless men who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth beat up the domineering Gur, and immediately rushed over after hearing the news, wanting to see with their own eyes what kind of person he was. courage.

At this time, the civilian student who was initially bullied by Gur also came up and bowed to Lawrence in shock and said gratefully:

"I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. Sir, what's your name?"

"Charles Bornaparte." Lawrence loudly announced his pseudonym so that everyone present could hear:

"No need to say thank you, friend. We will all be brothers fighting side by side in the future. It's just a little effort."

The student touched his chin guiltily:

"At least I won't have to sleep on the streets tonight, thank you again, sir."

Lawrence nodded, then changed the topic and glanced at Gul, who was unconscious in the room:

"However, I guess this kid won't let it go after he wakes up. Then he will be in trouble again."

The people around him nodded in agreement or with gloating. As the heir to the earl family, Gur could not swallow this kind of shame and humiliation with peace of mind.

The civilian student was also worried and asked carefully:

"Then do you have any idea?"

“Unite and help each other.”

Lawrence looked at the crowd and said this to them:

"A mediocre freshman student is too weak in this military academy. Scum like Gur can easily take care of us, but as long as we stand side by side, the combined strength is enough to defeat those bastards. I'm afraid."

As soon as he finished speaking, the civilian student's expression was full of shock and hesitation. Is this person going to form a group in this military academy? Or when you just beat up an earl's son?

"This this."

The surrounding students who were watching also frowned and instantly lost interest. They looked at each other and whispered:

"What do you mean, let us stand side by side with him?"

"You're crazy. I think this kid got scared after beating someone and wanted to get us to back him up."

"That's definitely the case. For saying so many beautiful words, isn't it because I'm afraid of Gul's revenge?"

"It's really boring. Let's go quickly and don't really get involved."

These students were all outstanding students from various local military academies. It was impossible for them to be convinced by Lawrence with just a few words, especially since everyone knew that this poor man named Charles was about to face the revenge of an earl.

Even the student who was bullied lowered his head deeply at this moment and hesitated for a long time before he said carefully:

"This doesn't seem feasible, sir. I, I appreciate your help, but I have to refuse you. Sorry, I have to go first."

After that, the student ran away without looking back and quickly disappeared among the leaving crowd. It seemed that he never wanted to have anything to do with Lawrence again.

It was obvious that he did not want to get involved in the group Lawrence mentioned. After all, he had not taken action against Gur just now. Once he joined it, wouldn't he be incurring the wrath of a powerful earl for no reason.

The rest of the onlookers had the same idea, and regarded Lawrence's invitation as a tall tale.

Looking at the crowd that quickly dispersed in front of him, Lawrence smiled and sighed:

"What a shame, what an opportunity."

Duke Charles laughed with gloating:

"Hahaha, Charles, everyone seems to be dismissive of your proposal."

The Duke did not expect that the famous Monsignor Bonaparte would be embarrassed in front of a group of young boys from the military academy.

Of course, Lawrence had already expected this reaction from the students. After all, if he thought about it in their shoes, he would not join an inexplicable small group created by a bold and troubled poor boy.

The reason why Lawrence said these words to the students was actually just to tell the students that he, Charles Bornaba, was forming his own force.

As for whether this force is attractive enough to them, that is a matter of establishing their authority in the future.

"Stop laughing, Charlie, at least you two are still standing with me."

Lawrence chuckled and shook his head, then glanced at Berthier who still hadn't left, and added with a smile:

"Oh, and Mr. Berthier, you should also join us, right?"

"Me? Uh, me"

Berthier also hesitated for a moment, but he was not hesitating whether to join or not, but he was thinking about how to politely refuse this ridiculous proposal.

Lawrence also saw Berthier's resistance, so he smiled and explained:

"When Gur came to us just now, he saw the four of us together. It is very likely that he will also regard you as a group with us, Berthier."

"That seems true."

Berthier frowned and thought for a moment, and it was true that he was chatting with the Lawrence trio just now when they laughed loudly. With Gur's character of retribution, he would definitely not have the patience to listen to his own explanation.

That arrogant and domineering playboy probably doesn't care about adding one more name to his revenge list.

"Then why not join us and take care of each other, what do you think?" Lawrence suggested with a smile.

Faced with this kind solicitation, Berthier pondered for a while and analyzed in his heart:

"Although these three people are from the bottom, they look very impressive. Especially this Charles, who had the ambition to form a power on the first day. It might be a good idea to get acquainted with them. But there is something wrong with Earl Isaac. "

To be honest, Berthier admired Charles's courage and determination very much, including his two companions. Berthier could also vaguely feel the unusual temperament in them. In the eyes of the future Marshal of the Empire, these three People are really worth getting to know.

Moreover, Berthier also very much agrees with the concept of mutual aid that Charles just mentioned. If there can be a closer relationship to connect these students, then their political influence will be greater in the army in the future. , it will undoubtedly be easier to get promoted and promoted.

However, this also meant that he would incur the wrath of Earl Isaac for no reason.

After weighing and hesitating for a while, Berthier finally sighed, nodded with a wry smile, and agreed to Lawrence's invitation:

"I never expected that something like this would happen on the first day of school. You really hurt me, Brother Charles."

To be honest, Berthier didn't know whether this decision was right or wrong, to get to know these three friends at the cost of offending a powerful earl.

The only thing that made Berthier feel gratified was that with his relatively well-off family background, Count Isaac should not dare to target him too harshly in the open.

His father was a lieutenant colonel in the Île-de-France Military Region, considered an upper-middle-class officer; his mother was a maid who served the royal family, and she was not the kind of chore servant who washed and mopped the floor, but a personal maid who served the royal family members at close range.

Historically, Berthier's mother took care of Louis XVI's two younger brothers, the two last kings of the Bourbon royal family - Charles X and Louis XVIII.

Although such a family is far inferior to that of Earl Isaac, it also gives Berthier a little confidence.

"Maybe you'll thank me someday, man." Lawrence smiled.

Berthier smiled bitterly and shook his head. He just thought it was a casual joke and didn't take it to heart:

"Then I hope that day will come soon. By the way, I haven't asked the names of the two of you here yet. Are you all friends of Ciel?"

Crown Prince Louis replied politely:

"Yes, I am Ludwig August, just call me Ludwig, sir."

"Hello, Ludwig, we will be friends from now on."

Berthier nodded, but he was also a little surprised as to why this fat little man in rags looked so obviously pampered.

However, out of politeness, he did not ask rashly. Perhaps the other party had an unbearable experience of family decline.

Duke Charlie's attitude was a little more serious just now. He could see that Lawrence seemed to be very enthusiastic about this Berthier. Although he didn't know the reason, Duke Charles also believed in Bonaparte's vision:

"Charlie Chartres, just call me Charlie."

Berthier nodded and asked casually: "Nice to meet you, Charlie, but your last name is really unusual, because you were born in Chartres?"

"Yeah, so be it." Duke Charlie shrugged his shoulders. After all, it was his family's ancestral fiefdom.

After briefly getting to know each other, Berthier became much more cheerful and proactively suggested:

"Well, first we have to give our organization a name."

Crown Prince Louis thought very seriously for a while, looked at Lawrence and suggested:

"Since it was Ciel who proposed the formation, let's ask Ciel to help."

"Are you a member of the Charles Gang?" Berthier was stunned for a moment, and immediately read the allusion in the name, and sighed with a smile:

"Why does it feel like the Peter Gang in Russia?"

The Peter Gang was originally a gaming group formed by Tsar Peter I and his playmates when he was a boy.

Within the gang, there is no distinction between high and low, and members do not call each other by their noble titles, but by their nicknames.

The same goes for the Tsar, Peter's own nickname is Captain, and he gets furious if anyone calls him Your Majesty within the gang.

The builder of Russia's first naval battleship, Fedor Aprazhin, did not understand this rule when he first joined the Peter Gang. He called Peter "Your Majesty" many times, and was slapped several times by the furious Peter. After a slap in the face, he suddenly came to his senses and changed his name to Peter as captain.

This gaming group gradually became the czar's ruling group after Peter ascended the throne. Peter I also used this gang to break the tradition of nepotism of previous czars, excluding political relatives and several ancient ducal families from the core of power.

Also with the help of this gang, Peter I recruited those elite talents, regardless of origin, age, belief, and nationality, into the gang, and entrusted them with important responsibilities.

These talents from all walks of life surrounded the tsar and gradually formed an invincible and powerful force.

Lawrence naturally understood this allusion, but he did not expect that Crown Prince Louis would name this gang after himself:

"Although it's a bit strange, I don't have any objections. It's a pretty good name."

"I have an opinion, how about changing it to the Charlie Gang?" Duke Charlie asked coquettishly.

After being glared fiercely by Prince Louis again, Duke Charles spread his hands and sighed:

"Okay, I don't mind either."

After determining the name of the organization, at Berthier's suggestion, the four people formed a circle, held hands between each other, and formally announced the establishment of the Charles Gang in a simple oath ceremony and determined the gang's The idea is to work together.

After the simple ceremony, Berthier couldn't help but sigh and thought:

"How far can this small gang go? I hope it won't disappoint me."