The members of the French delegation had suddenly seemed like different people after returning from the Sea-Pacifying Palace.
They no longer tried to build connections or give gifts. In class, they no longer fished for three days and dried their nets for two; instead, they actually took the initiative to listen attentively.
Even though they had studied many of the subjects back in France, they still wore the look of earnest students.
During the shooting instructor class, Chen Wu also saw Duke of Broglie's grandson, Victor, who had never appeared before.
It seemed death was the best instructor.
He and several nobles were currently surrounding Davout with solemn expressions, listening as he explained the finer points of Percussion Guns in French.
"—That is how it works. The Percussion Gun uses a fulminate cap, greatly reducing the misfire rate while simplifying the firing process. The infantry's rate of fire will increase tremendously."
Davout spoke with great fluency. "In the delegation's name, I have already written to the Army Ministry, recommending the urgent purchase of the patent and the replacement of our firearms with Percussion Guns. A sample Percussion Gun was sent along with the letter."
"Why did you not tell us about this?" Victor asked angrily. "Even if you are the delegation leader, you should not have written that letter without discussing it with us."
Because of his formidable martial skills and excellent results, Davout was nominally the leader of this delegation.
But he came from a minor provincial noble family. These descendants of Parisian great nobles all looked down on him and had always paid lip service while acting against him. Davout's position as leader was nothing but an empty title; he could not control anyone at all.
Hearing Victor challenge him now, Davout immediately shot back, "Now you remember