After seeing off the elderly Boliue, Napoleon turned to Anning and said, "Andy, if you're that eager for the Marshal's scepter, when we face Von Wumze, I'll make sure the cannons are precisely aimed to take out Von Wumze, then you can search the battlefield and find the Marshal's Staff."
Lasalle: "Come on, your cannon, at best covers a thousand meters, expecting you to push the cannon close enough to shoot at Von Wumze is less likely than relying on my cavalry. General, unexpected things often happen during a cavalry charge, I guarantee that when we capture Von Wumze on the battlefield, I'll make sure he has an 'accident', and then get you that Marshal's Staff!"
Bertier: "General, please prevent your young officers from acting recklessly."
Anning rubbed his forehead.
He had the illusion that Napoleon and Lasalle were two mischievous kids, and Bertier was the long-suffering nanny who had no choice but to clean up after them all day.
And indeed, this feeling was... quite unique.
