Just as Jerome Bonaparte was plunged into self-doubt, a soldier nearby eagerly asked which unit Jerome Bonaparte belonged to and what his name was!
"Um! Actually, I am..." After hesitating for a moment, Jerome Bonaparte responded, "I am from the Third Division, Second Brigade, Third Regiment, and my name is Jerome Pariou!"
After Jerome Bonaparte said this, the soldiers sitting around him all cast envious glances at him: "So you're from the Guard Division!"
"Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and then tore off a piece of black bread, chewed it, and curiously asked, "Did something happen with the Guard Division?"
"Nothing!" The soldiers shook their heads, and one soldier patted Jerome Bonaparte on the shoulder and said in a senior's tone, "I didn't expect someone with your build could get into the Guard Division! Looks like the standards for the Guard Division aren't as high as I imagined, huh?"
"Luck! Just luck!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled, waved his hand, and responded to the soldier.
