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The Dauphin fell ill.

It is not surprising that when the Dauphin Louis the Younger was born, his father was already in power, and Paris had long since become the hall of Louis XIV, and some cruel punishments, although still written in the law books, were no longer carried out, and no matter how serious the crime, at most beheaded or hanged, he knew only about torture in books—and now he suddenly saw more than two hundred people, more than two hundred living bodies pierced on wooden spears, writhing and wailing for days before he died— It's even more painful than the roast sheep at the banquet, and even if the roast sheep has to be skinned and cut into meat, it is a matter of having its throat cut.

It can only be said that after a long stay at Louis XIV's side, with his ears and eyes and the education of his teacher, little Louis could barely keep himself from showing cowardice in front of the Tatars and foreigners, and when he was attacked in the woodland, he watched the death of his attendants, who had been with him day and night, and it was a great blow when the Tatars erected the wooden spear like a dense forest, and he became feverish at night.

Fortunately, Louis XIV expected such a problem, so let his son sleep with him, he just closed his eyes and recuperated, hearing the uneasy voice of little Louis beside him, he reached out and touched the hot skin, and then looked, the crown prince had burned to the point that his face was crimson, he called the imperial doctor, and used physical methods to cool down little Louis, while holding little Louis in his arms, although little Louis was also an adult, but in his father's arms, even if his mind was blurred, he was slowly calming down.

Little Louis came to his senses again and regained his strength, and it was a week later, and the spears outside the castle had been removed—for Louis XIV would never allow the decaying body to bring a plague, although the Tatar chieftain preferred that they hang on it until the bones that turned into white sensen, and the corpses were unloaded by the slaves on the third day, piled up and burned, and their ashes were taken by Anwo and thrown into the swamp.

Little Louis did not see Anwo and his father either, because the war could be said to have begun, sporadic encounters and sneak attacks against logistics and vassals were constantly occurring, and it was impossible for the Tatars, who had always been sentinels and forwards, to stay here, and Anwar was already eager to show his strength to his new master- The previous defeat had infuriated and frustrated him, and if it hadn't been for the sorcerer's potion, he would have died, for the Tatars would never allow a man with a broken spine and no way to stand up wasting food and a bed, and his father's most merciful act was to give him a crisp stab.

If a person has received a fatal blow, then there are often two endings, either more cowardly or more fearless, Anwar can be said to have both, when he realizes that he is actually cowardly, his first reaction is to go to the battlefield, to use the flesh and blood of the enemy to erase this disgusting instinct.

So he only stood outside the Dauphin's gate, thanked him for his protection, and went to war in a hurry, not thinking that the Dauphin would be in the same place as him, after all, the French and the Tatars were not the only ones whose leaders relied on their own prowes, as his father had explained since his arrival at Camnico— His father was still dressed in a rough and dirty old sheepskin coat, but when he unbuckled his belt and unleashed his robe, he was crawling on his reddish-brown skin with sharp knives, muskets and metal grenades: "And that's not all," said the Tatar chieftain, "a warrior of a tribe, everybody," he looked into Anwo's eyes, "and he had more, so much so that he could arm tens of thousands of soldiers." ”

His father took him to see the French barracks, where the tents were covered like clouds over the green shade of the highlands—the Spaniards and Austrians had so many soldiers, but the French tents, weapons and clothing were uniform, and they looked like a huge giant compared to the mixed ranks around them. Anwo suddenly understood what his father meant, after all, his father was the chief, although he was a son, he could also see how his father managed the tribe, and their tribe combined was only a thousand people, or even less, but it was difficult for them to listen to only one voice, not to mention how difficult it was.

So even if his father wanted him to serve a child who was as meek as a lamb, he accepted it, because the child would inherit all of his father's assets, including them. But the boy was different from his brother, and Anwar found that most of the people around him seemed to want him to remain gentle and pure, and they seemed to - they did not want him to imagine with his calm but cruel father - that Anwar could be loved by his chief, because he was good at thinking in addition to bravery, and he also thought about what kind of master they needed for the Tatars.

There was no doubt that any slave would need a kind master from whom they could draw blood to fill themselves, and perhaps even change each other's positions, but just as he thought of this, another question suddenly occurred to him—what he could think of, the Great Sultan (Louis XIV) should have been able to think of, and if he could not choose his heir, would he allow the Crown Prince to continue to be so cowardly?

Anwo knew that the prince's attendants were all the sons of the leaders of the great tribes, and they were not only the eldest sons, second sons, but also lands and titles, and the humblest one was a thousand times better than him.

The king must have chosen him because Anwo had something in him that they didn't have.

Anwo was thinking about this while he was lying on the bed, but the people around the king were all shrewd people, and they were also worried that the Tatars would have a "bad" effect on the crown prince, so they suggested that Anwo's spine had been broken, and although he had been treated by a wizard, it was difficult to say whether there would be any sequelae for him to continue to be the prince's attendant...... Maybe there will be some problems.

Anwo's father didn't say anything, he just asked Anwo to go with him to Ljubljana.

Ljubljana was the first line of defense that the coalition forces were intended.

Ljubljana is a more important city than Kamnikol, separated from Kamniko by the Sava River, surrounded by mountains, the city is located between a depression, connected by four major roads, it can be said that the merchants and the army must fight, there is a hill in the center of the city, on the hill there was a civil fortress that originally belonged to the local family, after the Habsburgs took control of it, and a masonry castle was built on the original site, the general Vauban followed the king here, the first thing was to bring his army of sappers to destroy the bridges and soil that the Ottoman Turks had to pass, and the second thing was to strengthen and renovate the castle。

So when Anwo came here, he was completely unrecognizable of the place he had passed, the castle of Ljubljana had changed from a rectangular shape to a hexagonal shape, beyond the bastions were moats, and beyond the moats were low bunkers, and beyond the bunkers there were layers of moats, a hill was like a mole's crypt, the city under the hill had been emptied, and almost all the intersections had been built with improvised fortifications.

However, before the war, the Tatars were mostly used as scouts, and when Anwo followed his father and brother around the Ottoman Turkish army, he was often pursued and even encircled by their Crimean Tatars and Sipac cavalry, and he was wounded several times, but not as badly as at Kamnikol. He had only returned to his tent that day when he was summoned by his father, and he could not have been surprised when he heard his father say that he should go with General Vauban to meet the Dauphin of France.

As I said before, Anwo did not think that the Dauphin of the French would appear with him on the battlefield, after all, it was too dangerous here, and the situation on the battlefield was ever-changing, and no one could guess what would happen. The Vauban-general also kept his face tense and did not say a word.

It was also Louis XIV's bistful decision to let little Louis go to Ljubljana, God knows that the king of France now has only such a son with the queen, and he is also an adult, but some characteristics of little Louis worry Louis, which is not to say that little Louis is bad - children who grow up carefree in the court are always like this, if it weren't for Louis having an adult soul and going through two precarious Fronde rebellions, he probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the current appearance of little Louis.

Kindness, tolerance, gentleness – but the deadliest of all is little Louis. Louis could guarantee that he could hold firmly on the rudder of the great ship of France before he went to see God, and would not let it deviate from the set course, but a pair of weak hands could not do it, no, it should be said, a weak heart could not do it, and although little Louis was an adult, he knew nothing about the threats that a king could suffer and the pain he had to endure, and he could not even deeply understand the real humiliation and death.

The death of the Crimean Tatars was only a small beginning, a trivial matter that could be easily disposed of for any king, not even a minister—not that respect for life was a bad thing, but sometimes fate was so playful that if the person in power did not make the right decisions, he would find that perhaps only a momentary hesitation could have even more terrible consequences.

The man who accompanied the crown prince turned out to be Count Henry, the eldest son of the king of Poland, with a wry smile on his face, because Louis XIV insisted on sending the crown prince to Ljubljana, and all his ministers and generals quarreled with him - perhaps not so fiercely, of course, but at least it could be described as a dispute. Even his father, King Ludwig I of Poland, heard the news and forgot who he was, hurried and dragged Louis XIV from his bed, urging him to retract this ridiculous idea.

Count Henry was a little envious, no, no, no, he was not envious of the Crown Prince Louis Jr., who had been in exile with his father since he was a child, and grew up in the army rather than in the court, but unlike what people imagined, he had long been accustomed to this kind of life, although it was hard but very fulfilling, and he had to be more confident than the crown prince, he was not only his father's heir, but also his right-hand man, indispensable.

He was the envy of Louis XIV. Count Henry and his father, the former Prince of Condé, and now Ludwig I, were in Poland during this time, and they were fed up with the yin and yang weirdness and blame of the great Polish nobles and Schlachita, and how envious Henry was when he saw Louis XIV on the throne, but when Prince Condé really became a king, they realized how heavy a crown could be- It also deeply understands why Louis XIV would be so unscrupulous in order to reduce the power of the great nobles in the country, and hold all the power in his hands as much as possible.

Louis XIV also betrayed his relatives, or rather, during that time, no one stood by his side except his royal brother Philippe, including his mother and Bishop Mazarin. But he now had a group of credible ministers and generals, who may have had their own selfish motives, but the Marquis de Loiss, who was bent on the post of Minister of War, and Marshal Schaumberg, an Italian, also had some genuine feelings for Louis XIV when they risked angering the king, and the Marquis de Lois even said that if the king thought that the crown prince should be in battle, then not here and now—at least not in Ljubljana.

Even the royal physician and wizard, who has always liked to sit on the sidelines and stay out of the matter, says that they can use the methods of wizards to make up for the crown prince's missing lessons.

They should have known that their blocking was likely to put them in a bad position when the king had begun to suspect them, and that when the Sun King's might had covered most of Europa, it was only a matter of words for even the marshal or the war minister to be thrown into prison, but they said it anyway.

Although they were ultimately unable to convince the king.

The Dauphin Louis entered the castle under the escort of Marshal Vauban and the Guard, and during the long journey he was bewildered and uneasy, not because his father insisted that he come to this dangerous place, but because he saw far more than he had imagined: "Are those civilians?" he asked.

Anwo turned his head to look at the crowd that was blocked by the guards in the distance: "No, that's our striker. He said.

"But if I'm not mistaken," said the Crown Prince, "they don't even have weapons. "Not to mention the muskets, these people are almost all bare-handed, and they don't even have a stick.

"This will not be given to them until before the war begins. Anwo said, then he glanced at General Vauban and said, "Your Highness, they are all Highland herders, and your father forgave their sins - and then they accepted our recruitment, and they are all brave men, you will see." ”