France, September 21st 1803
11:16 AM
The assistant widened his eyes. "L-Lord Alexander, are you sure?" he asked.
Alexander nodded his head. "Yes. Don't make me repeat it," he replied.
The assistant simply nodded his head at him before hurrying to call an escort for his general.
After the assistant walked away, Alexander sighed. 'Let us see what you're truly made of, Napoleon,' he thought, with fierceness filling his eyes.
After a while, Napoleon was finally arriving to the frontlines. He and his escort had to be very careful, so they wouldn't be killed accidentally.
Not only that, but they also couldn't stop their soldiers from doing their work. After all, it would be awful if they went to the battlefield in order to motivate their army, and made them lose instead.
Napoleon kept riding his horse forward, always being protected by his escort.
After a little longer, they had finally arrived to the frontlines.