Lieutenant Buonaparte's mind was fixated only on the order previously issued from Paris, which stated that in quelling the riots, he needed not obtain the consent of his superior officers.
What was more important was that should he successfully resolve the current uprising, a promotion was very likely.
He was merely from a minor noble family on the island of Corsica, and if nothing unexpected occurred, the rank of lieutenant was probably the pinnacle of his military career.
He had to seize the opportunity before him!
He glanced at the frenzied rioters, clenched the hilt of his sword firmly, and thought to himself, "If only I could drag the cannons here."
But their unit's cannons were still in Valence, and the colonel would definitely not agree to his dragging the cannons into this town. With the colonel's ambiguous attitude toward the riots, he wouldn't even agree to his quelling them.
