"Yes, so many young people died quietly, while an old man who died well enjoyed the scenery...... I think it's ridiculous. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

During the hunt in the port of Balaclava, the high-ranking officers of the Anglo-French army saw off Marshal Raglan's coffin together and boarded the ship returning home.

However, in the small corner of the field hospital, in the midst of the arduous and arduous ambulance work, Miss Nightingale was found to be idle, and whispered a complaint to her companion, Miss de Treville.

Judging from this complaint, it is clear that she has no good feelings for the British commander-in-chief, even though she is an Englishman herself.

"You don't seem to have a good impression of him? Was there some festival before? Fran couldn't help but ask.

"No, I didn't know him before, and a man like me has never had anything to do with him......" Miss Nightingale shook her head slightly, "I honestly respected him before I came here, but...... But now it's completely different, and I find that I don't have any respect for these generals. ”

"Why?" Fran continued to ask.

"What else? Because of this war, of course. Miss Nightingale blinked heavily, "Young men have fallen in the wilderness and died before us, but they ...... They don't seem to have any mercy at all, and continue to continue this war, continue to let them go to war and die, for one ridiculous reason...... He himself died well, but what about the others? They must suffer in this hell, leaving their mothers and lovers in their hearts...... Gosh, why would some people be so unsympathetic?! ”

Miss Nightingale's words made Fran a little unsure of how to answer, indeed, if you think about it, it was cruel enough.

The war had been going on for a long time, and the Anglo-French and Russian armies had fought in the middle of the wilderness, suffering huge casualties, and almost every battle was a scene of bloodshed.

The dead are flooded with fields, the wounded are barely able to save their lives, and in this age of lack of adequate medical care and medical care, the wounded have to endure great suffering, many die in agony in their hospital beds, while others have to lose their limbs and live the rest of their lives tormented by the nightmare of pain.

In tending to the wounded, Miss Nightingale was already struck by these tragic scenes, and then she was extremely disgusted by the high brass of the army who were insensitive to the war, and even the big men in the rear who did not care about the soldiers.

"I've asked my grandfather pretty much the same question before." After Miss Nightingale had finished talking, Fran whispered. "I asked him if he would be disturbed to see so many soldiers die in front of him."

"What did he say?" Miss Nightingale was immediately intrigued.

"He said he wasn't upset." Fran sighed softly, "He also said that since he became the commander of the army, he will never have mercy again, because mercy can only kill more people." For him, it was important to win the war for the country, and the groans of the dead could not move him. ”

"I knew that...... That's what these generals think. Win the war and use the blood of your soldiers to overwhelm your enemies. Nightingale covered her forehead tiredly and helplessly, "Sometimes I think that if they are so fond of war, then it would be nice to let these generals, ministers, and kings take up their own swords and duel with their lives!" ”

"Your idea is not going to work." Fran shook her head again, "The power of kings is to be able to drive others to die for themselves, so why do they need to risk their own lives?" ”

"I knew it wouldn't work." Miss Nightingale also smiled bitterly, "But if we do this, they will bring far less disaster to the world, and we will not have to take care of so many dying young people every day, just look at these old fellows." ”

"I think even if we lament like that, the war will go on forever, for whatever reason." Fran didn't want to dwell on this topic anymore, "Besides, some wars may be necessary, in order to defend the country and the nation, at a critical juncture, no matter how much blood is shed, the war must be fought against, only in this way can the country and the nation be saved from destruction." ”

"If Britain had not been invaded, I would have fought to defend her with all my might, and I would have praised the heroes who defended her, but right now, we are not facing such an existential crisis, at least we are in Crimea and not Britain." Miss Nightingale replied, "For now, the soldiers are only fighting to satisfy the whims and desires of kings and ministers, driven by the insensitive commanders to shed their blood and die and nothing more. Seeing such cruel scenes, I really can't calm my heart......"

Fran looked at the other, and she sensed that there seemed to be something hidden in Miss Nightingale's words.

"Truth be told, although there are military reporters here now, most of their reports are only singing the praises of the insensitive upper officers, and showing off the merits they have paid for the lives of the soldiers, so that the people in the country know almost nothing, and are full of the thought that our army is winning one after another, as if it were an armed march thousands of miles away......" Sure enough, as she feared, "if only we could take what we have seen and heard now, even if it is only a small part, are all revealed to the country...... Then things will be very different, right? At that time, we will be able to arouse indignation and sympathy at home, and the poor treatment faced by the soldiers can be alleviated, right? ”

"No, no, it can't be like this!" Fran almost blurted out.

Because she suddenly stopped drinking, the originally small room suddenly fell into dead silence.

Miss Nightingale looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she was suddenly so emotional.

And Fran also knew that her reaction was a little too big at this time, so she immediately forcibly regained her composure and smiled apologetically.

"I think if we do this, it will only make the rear more chaotic, and now that the army is fighting on the front line, what they need most is the full support of the rear, if we take the initiative to provoke the rear to question the front...... How is it possible to improve the treatment of soldiers? This will only make the situation worse. ”

Perhaps because she felt that her words were not convincing enough, she immediately added another reason, "In addition, the reason why we can get permission to come to the battlefield, the convenience we have today, and the transcendent status is not because we are just pure charity?" We are not involved in any political or military disputes, so everyone respects us. But what if we get involved in politics? That weakens our position and, in turn, the respect that others have for us...... I know you're well-intentioned, but what do people think? They will only feel that we are using our position to influence politics! Can we accept this outcome? No...... I think it's better for us to continue in our current state, only do things and not comment, so that we can eliminate other people's doubts and criticisms of us. ”

"Politics? I don't know anything about politics, so who can criticize me for influencing politics? Miss Nightingale couldn't help laughing, apparently not accepting Fran's words, "Besides, as long as I can help these suffering people, even if others slander me, I won't care." ”

"But I had to think about politics." Fran was a little anxious, "Think about it, I'm my grandfather and the commander of the French army, what if...... If we spread bad information about the military, what will others think of my grandfather? Even his granddaughter is against his grandfather, is he doing too badly? Also, as you know, our empire was established just a few years ago, and it is full of opponents of His Majesty the Emperor and our family, how can I give more truth to the opponents? Madam, I admire your compassion, but we have to take into account such things. ”

"Is your grandfather really not at fault? Didn't you just repeat his words, how ruthless! In addition, if nothing else, let's just say that recently, he forcibly launched an attack on the fortress in the face of the opposition of a large group of people, and as a result, the army suffered heavy losses, and many people died in vain. Miss Nightingale seemed to have made up her mind, and her tone was not so polite. I understand your love for your grandfather, but ...... Haven't you seen enough, so many innocent young people, who need help more than your grandfather, haven't they? ”

"That's not a reason for us to interfere in politics!" Fran's tone became firmer, "I'll advise my grandfather to stop taking any more risks." ”

Miss Nightingale didn't say anything, but just looked at Fran quietly, apparently not very much on it.

An old marshal, no matter how much he dotes on his children, how can he change his way of acting because of his young granddaughter.

“…… Well, maybe I can't change grandpa, but at least someone else can. After a moment of silence, Fran said hurriedly, "I'll tell my brother that he will find a way to stop that dangerous military operation and keep the French army as strong as possible." ”

"I've heard that your brother is indeed very capable...... However, can he do such a big thing? Miss Nightingale was still a little skeptical.

"Of course he can, he's the one who can influence my grandfather the most!" Fran replied categorically, "And he is also very influential in the country, enough to make everything you want come true quietly, and we don't have to cause any noise." ”

Miss Nightingale continued to look at Fran, as if to judge whether her words were true.

"Well, it looks like you're pretty sure about that." After a long time, she nodded. "Then I'll do what you say for the time being, I will remain silent, and please urge your brother as soon as possible, since he is such a high authority, it shouldn't be difficult to restrain these officers on the front line, right? It's not a problem to improve the treatment of front-line soldiers, right? As long as he can do these things, I have nothing to say, and I am more afraid of the noise than you are. ”

"I'll get in touch with him right away." Fran nodded.

She understands that in fact, although Miss Nightingale does not know anything about politics, she must have some understanding of her position, so the other party took the opportunity to say this to herself, in essence, she still hopes that she can use her influence to try to make the top level of the coalition army change the practice of squandering soldiers all along, improve the treatment of soldiers, and the so-called disclosure of news to the country is a threat to some extent.

Despite being threatened, Fran realizes that she is not very angry.

In the final analysis, the other party's motivation for all this is still due to compassion.

Moreover, she herself hopes to reduce the fear and suffering faced by the soldiers.

Because Fran agreed to the request, the brief confrontation between the two quickly dissipated, and they returned to that tacit and friendly state.

"Miss Treville, I feel that you see things very clearly, and you are able to face reality calmly...... This surprised me a bit, because I originally thought that people in Jingyu art would idealize a little bit. Miss Nightingale changed the subject, looking at Fran curiously, "Maybe that's why I've been exposed to it in an aristocratic family since childhood?" ”

"No, it's just that I'm thinking too much." Fran smiled wryly. "In the environment where I grew up, I couldn't help but think too much."

"It seems that it is not necessarily a good thing to be born too well, and I feel blessed by God again." Miss Nightingale nodded sympathetically, then smiled, "Indeed, I've been working with you for a while, and although I'm not a smart person, I can feel that you're preoccupied and ...... You are not so merciful. ”

She paused, then added, "If not compassion, then what...... And what is it that allows you to persist in fighting here despite such terrible difficulties? You know, even those volunteers who are full of compassion, some people leave because they can't stand it. This really puzzles me...... Is it to take care of grandpa nearby? It doesn't look like it, either. ”

"Please don't get to the bottom of my life, it's not good for any of us." Fran quietly looked up at the window, "Yes, I may have other purposes, but even so, I'm doing good, aren't I?" None of us are saints, at least not the vast majority of us except you, so as long as there are good deeds, why bother pursuing motives? ”

"That's exactly what happened." Miss Nightingale was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I respect your personal will, and you are right, whatever the motive, at least you have done more good than the vast majority of people, this cannot be questioned, and I have no intention of questioning it." It's just me...... I'm just curious, if it's not for sacrificing yourself, why would you have toiled to such a point? Of course...... If you don't want to say it, I'll respect your will. ”

"Well, then, please respect me to the end." Fran smiled, then stood up suddenly. "Rest assured, in the end you will find that I, a person who is not merciful enough, will help you more than all the saints combined, at least, I have money, I have a lot of money, and I am willing to sponsor you and help you in your cause."

After saying that, she left the room directly, as if she didn't dare to continue the conversation.

"Poor people." Looking at her departing back, Miss Nightingale couldn't help but sigh, "May God save us all." ”

…………………………

After returning to her room, Fran was still preoccupied.

She thought back to her conversation with Miss Nightingale, and was relieved when she was sure she hadn't revealed much.

She only found out today that the other party was much smarter than she thought, but she deliberately kept silent many times.

However, even so, she can feel that the other party is friendly to her, indeed, without malice.

She quickly put all sorts of thoughts behind her, then picked up a letter and began to write hastily.

Unlike the usual domestic mail, the letter from Crimea would be turned into a telegram and transmitted by electric signal to Paris thousands of miles away at a speed previously unimaginable.

Even though the other party could not receive the original letter at all, Fran still wrote it on the paper with great seriousness.

Because of her years of drawing training, her handwriting is graceful and elegant, as if it were a painting made of letters.

"Dear Sir,

It's been more than half a year since I said goodbye to you, and I miss you almost every day. You can't imagine how much I miss you, but I can tell you simply that this longing has become my backbone through these difficult times.

Yes, it's hard times, it's even a little scary, and the tragic scenes I've seen these days, you've certainly never seen before, are terrible horrors, and sometimes even make people doubt that human reason is very real.

But every time I doubt humanity, I always think of you, in the midst of these blood-soaked horrors, in the death that I have to witness every day, because of you in my heart, I finally feel that life still has meaning...... God, how I wish I could return to you soon!

But please don't care, this is just an opportunity to vent to you, I will not be rash and do things that are not good for us at such a juncture.

I bother you to tell you that there is a suspicion of war and fear of war among the soldiers because of the continuous fighting, and these emotions are indeed justified, because of the continuous casualties and the harsh conditions of the battlefield.

So here, I would like to ask you to find a way as soon as possible to increase the pension of these soldiers and improve their conditions, especially in this harsh winter - although I knew a little about the Russian winter before I came here, but after I was really here, I still feel very uncomfortable, and those soldiers will definitely be more uncomfortable than I am, they need help, and you are the one who can help them the most.

In addition, I would like to ask you to persuade Grandpa to stop attacking the fortress all the time, especially in such harsh conditions. I don't know anything about military affairs, but I can see the bad consequences of stubborn attacks again and again, which is a big blow to the morale of the soldiers, if it really continues, then it is very likely that there will be suspicion and resistance to grandpa and the imperial government in the front and rear together, and this will definitely be a disaster for us, I think with your foresight, it will definitely be clearer than I think, so please listen to my advice!

Finally, after seeing all the horrors, I would like to ask you to stop starting wars in the future, because the horrors and disasters it brings will only those who have experienced it know firsthand, and it is a terrible scene that will eclipse all human civilization. As your faithful follower, I dare to exhort you to keep this fledgling empire away from war, except when you have to fight!

Whatever you do, I'm going to follow you to the end, even if it's the most unrighteous thing, but I think we can be more on the side of righteousness for the sake of our future, isn't it?

Maybe my idea is a little immature, but you can listen to it selectively, because there is a lot of sincere loyalty to you, God testifies! ”

Prompted by the stagnant emotions in her heart, Fran wrote the letter in one go.

Then, she picked it up and reviewed it carefully.

In the case of the telegraph, this is a bit excessive, but ...... She didn't need to worry about such a small problem for the time being, because the person in charge of sending and receiving telegrams happened to be under the jurisdiction of her brother, and to some extent she could send as long as she wanted.

Privilege is also a comforting feeling once in a while. Fran thought to herself.

In the letter, she was very tactful, and only asked her brother to do these things, and did not even mention Miss Nightingale, which of course was to protect her, and God knows what her threat would be understood by that side.

And between the lines, it is filled with her incomparable longing and affection.

Indeed, it has been far too long since I left France.

Fran closed her eyes slightly, remembering everything she had done at home.

Comfortable and luxurious rooms, dressers, all kinds of expensive decorations, famous paintings hanging all over the walls, and other ...... Everything was so nostalgic, as if a century had passed, and she really missed home so much that she wanted to go back.

However, she knew that things were not done yet, and she would hold on until the last moment.

Yes, Miss Nightingale asked her why she insisted so much, and the answer, of course, came from the stubbornness in the blood, the stubbornness that would do anything to get what she wanted.

This willpower is something that even she herself sometimes feels stunned.

Yes, a good and happy life beckons to me, and I want to catch you...... She tightened her right hand, then opened her eyes.

Then she picked up her pen and inscribed two lines on the final inscription.

"Always love you

Dear relatives. ”