"Look at that Frenchman, you see how spirited he is, like a Gallic rooster. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Oh, what could be more ridiculous than that......"

Zhang Biao glanced at William•Butz. He was brazenly laughing at the French officers who were coming on horseback, much to the confusion of many. Yes, after the Battle of Sedan the Germans began to look at their Gallic neighbors with contempt, but Butz was a standard American, who had never been to Germany and did not know where Berlin was, so no one understood where his superiority over the French came from.

But Butz just looked down on the French. This feeling grew stronger as Ensign Duwab's vision became clearer and clearer, and the ensign's beautiful uniform and neatly trimmed mustache, as well as his deliberately arrogant demeanor, all made Butz feel uncomfortable.

"A spirited, beautiful Gallic rooster," he redefined Ensign Duwab, and then "puffed," "perhaps he thought he was living in the Napoleonic era—"

"Butz, be quiet." Eugene. Smith interrupted him, but the squad commander's next words made Butz almost laugh, "Everyone, take aim for that Frenchman." ”

Almost at the same time as he gave the order, every weapon in the reconnaissance squad was aimed at Ensign Duwab on horseback; However, they were not the only ones, at least half of the soldiers in the entire brigade were aiming for Mr. Ensign. There is no doubt that officers are always one of the most visible targets, and Devab's French pride makes mercenaries unpleasant.

Ensign Duwab was a sensitive man, and he was keenly aware that he had been targeted by hundreds of men, and of course began to panic - of course, he was just an ordinary French second lieutenant, and he was not able to maintain his composure under the aim of hundreds of weapons, and he had no experience of doing so. He couldn't help but feel worried, in case some of the overly nervous Americans accidentally pulled the trigger...... Or an accidental misfire of a rifle......

Beneath his clean and straight uniform, the second lieutenant's body trembled uncontrollably. The only thing he was thankful for was that the tremor was mild, so he could sit straight on his horse like a proud French knight and watch the American negotiators slowly walk up to him.

There was silence for a while, and then Duwab began to say, "I am ......."

"Second Lieutenant," said the mercenaries who had come to negotiate had waited for this moment, though it seemed rude and impolite, "my commander asked me to convey to you that he asked you to lead your men out at once and return to Djibouti, and not to follow us any further." ”

"This is a French colony," the lieutenant protested angrily, "and I have the right to do anything here." ”

"My prefect has full respect for French dominance over the land, and for your power." The mercenary said calmly, and seemed very sincere, "But in this desert, any accident can happen. My sir, I just don't want to see misfortune happen to you and your men as you wander around here. Believe me, Second Lieutenant, this is to keep you safe. ”

Despite the nonchalance in his tone, even an idiot could hear the threat in his words, and Ensign Duwab wasn't an idiot. His face turned white in an instant. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the muzzles of the black holes aimed at him, and felt the tremors in his body become more intense.

He swallowed hard. "If we go missing, the French command in Djibouti will quickly realize what happened......"

"Maybe. But as I said, anything can happen in this desert, so your superiors will probably never know what happened to you. The mercenary tried to give an example, "Perhaps, your commander may think that you have just followed us so far that you have lost your way in the desert." Ensign, I think you should know how deadly it can be to get lost in the desert, and even more unfortunately, it is possible that your body will not be found until decades later. ”

Ensign Duwab's heart twitched violently, and his body trembled even more. After such an obvious threat, he felt that he could not hold on any longer.

But he still held on, albeit in a weak voice. "I'm just carrying out orders."

"Personally, I understand your situation, second lieutenant. But I hope you can understand our situation as well. The mercenary made an apologetic gesture, "You see, we're just small people, and we have some orders that we have to carry out. ”

"I ......" Duwab opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked up at the mercenaries who were aiming their weapons at him, and at such a close distance he could clearly see the expressions on their faces—expressionless, only a completely emotionless indifference, as if they were looking at a dead man. The second lieutenant finally made a decision.

"Please tell your commander that we are leaving now, and thank him for his concern for our safety."

"I'll tell him, lieutenant."

Duwab turned his horse's head and prepared to return to his soldiers. Of course, it was only at this time that he realized that Sergeant Delanoe and Private Barrez had stopped at least ten meters away from him and did not follow him at all. But there was no time to reprimand these two damned cowards now, the second lieutenant now just wanted to lead his soldiers as far away as possible from the terrible Americans, as far away as possible, and never to come back.

At a faster pace than when he came, Second Lieutenant Duwab departed with his troops, almost deserted.

"Now, we finally have one less trouble...... Oh hell! Looking at the dust raised by the French cavalry, O'Connor suddenly realized that he had made a low-level mistake, that he should have asked the French for a detailed map of the Assab region, and to obtain from them a little information he wanted to know: the strength, equipment, and defensive disposition of the Italian defenders, which the French cavalry should know.

It is impossible for the French government to be indifferent to Italian expansion in East Africa...... In fact the opposite should have been true, and Paris must have been very worried about Rome reaching into its own territory, so the French must have been quite aware of the military might of the Italians in Eritrea - and so did the Italians.

But now, the panicked Ensign Duwab had run far away with his men, and it was impossible to call them back in any case, and even if there was such a possibility, they would never return, but would have departed at a faster pace; This was normal, as anyone would be when they were severely frightened, but it frustrated O'Connor.

"I made a mistake." He reluctantly admitted, his eyebrows almost furled, "It looks like we're going to have to figure out how to get detailed information about the Assab region on our own." ”

"It's not a serious problem, sir." Shepard shrugged.

"Of course, it's not a serious problem, Commander." O'Connor nodded in agreement, but sighed regretfully, and then ordered, "Let the troops disarm and regroup, and we must continue on our way." ”

"Yes, sir."

The scattered troops were quickly regrouped, and the assembled machine guns and mortars were also reassembled and put back on the camels' backs. Then the troops began to continue their advance to the north, slowly trudging through the desert. Of course, after driving away the pesky but poor French cavalry, the journey to Edariel became dull, no man or animal wanted to approach an army, and the mercenaries were not harassed in any way except the sun and the sand.

In this way, after half a month of boring and long marches, O'Connor arrived at Edaril with his exhausted soldiers.

They caused quite a stir in Edaril. After all, Edaril is a small place, and in a way, it's a less prosperous town at best. Although the inhabitants had seen white people, they had never seen as many white people as they do now, and they had never seen yellow people. In addition, there was an army of whites, blacks, and yellows, which the inhabitants of Edaril had never heard of.

So everyone in the city ran out into the streets, cautiously looking at the mysterious army with curious eyes, and then they began to cheer loudly. An Abyssinian warrior who led the way told them that the army had come to Edaril to destroy the evil whites in the east - the inhabitants of Edaril did not know that it was Italians stationed in Assab, that their country was at war with Italy, and that they certainly did not care about this.

And they don't care about the emperor either, and there are even some who don't understand who the emperor is. In most parts of Abyssinia, the people knew and obeyed only the dukes and tribal leaders who ruled them, and the emperor, who at some times was just an enemy to be eliminated.

"So now we can't mention the Emperor." The samurai, who served as a guide, said, "Of course, one day, these people who disobey the emperor will be burned to death." ”

"My God, what kind of country is this?" O'Connor could not understand the political situation in Abyssinia, but it had little to do with him. He quickly returned to his mission. "We rest here for three days and then move on to Assab."

"Sir," the samurai hesitated, "aren't you really going to wait for the Emperor's reinforcements?" ”

"Of course not." O'Connor was annoyed, "With my own men, the occupation of Assab is sufficient." ”

The samurai thought for a moment. "Okay." He said, "I will ask the nearby tribes to send samurai to assist you." ”

O'Connor wanted to beat him up.

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