readx;? Looking at the serfs running on the riverbed in front of him, Bonaparte frowned: "Gil, you go and collect the captives, throw down the weapons and beg for mercy on the spot to collect the captives, ask them if they are willing to join your 'redeemers', remember, choose the best!"

"As for those who are unqualified and unwilling, I will escort them all to the barracks for custody, and I will make other arrangements!" said Bonaparte, after a pause. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Bonaparte frowned suspiciously when he saw that Gil had listened to his orders and still did not accept the order to retreat, and then showed a clear expression: "As for those 'redeemers' who have accumulated enough merits, you will take them to Ramos, and the recruits will be trained with him." ”

Listening to Bonaparte's arrangement, the disappointed expression on Gil's face was self-evident, going to the recruit office was equivalent to retraining, and finally the military officer would be deployed according to the need, Gil originally thought that he would be transferred directly to the town militia as before, but it seems that Bonaparte no longer needs this kind of emergency option.

"Marcelo, you go and send a message to Defoe, and tell him that he is poor and that he is not chasing!" Bonaparte ignored Gil, but ordered Marcelo behind him: "In a moment you go to Ramos and pick up a few qualified recruits to join the Roman youth and auxiliary light infantry units." ”

"Sir, what about our town militia, sir, you can't favor one over the other!" Alonso begged Bonaparte with a sad face, knowing that he was the captain of the town militia both nominally and in fact, and as the captain, he naturally had to work for the benefit of his own troops.

"Hey, hey, Alonso, everyone knows that your town militia is your own son, and our guards are the captain's personal guards. Little Peter pulled Alonso over to Bonaparte and said, "Master, look, our Guards are also mobile troops, so we have to match a few foals anyway, and we can't always use donkeys!"

Bonaparte looked at the group of subordinates in front of him, who had just won a small victory and was so carried away, Bonaparte couldn't help but roll his eyes and said: "Little Peter, I have other arrangements for your guard, Alonso, you go to Ramos to select 16 recruits to join the town militia, as for those prisoners who are not willing to join the 'redeemer', just use them as your miscellaneous servants!"

"Ramos, I hope you can help me go to the mountains as soon as possible to recruit a group of mountain people who know how to bow and arrow to form an archery team! The candidates among the recruits are also selected by you, the number of people does not need to be large, about 50 people, but everything is selected by the town militia team first, do you know!?"

Hearing Bonaparte's instructions, everyone looked at Alonso with jealousy, and Alonso himself touched the back of his head and smirked, laughing and muttering: "It seems that the old man still misses the old love, and has not forgotten our old brothers." ”

"Marcelo, send someone to bring German to the barracks, the barracks may need him to be the commander of the barracks, without him I feel that my work is clueless!" said Bonaparte as he turned the donkey's head and went back to the camp.

Suddenly, a soldier of the Guards led a donkey and ran towards Bonaparte, but there was an old fat man tied to the donkey, I don't know whether the soldier was tied too hard, or the posture was wrong, causing the blood to flow backwards, I saw the old fat man struggling on the donkey with a red face.

"This is the dead fat man you have just ordered to be caught, and the brothers have been looking for him for a long time and have finally caught him!" the soldier said to Bonaparte at a trot.

Looking at the old fat man on the donkey, isn't it the old German butler who was dragging with him just now, Bonaparte motioned to little Peter to untie the old man with a look, and the first sentence after the old man was untied was to scold: "You barbarians! Farmers! It's unforgivable! Don't you even know basic etiquette! Treat every warrior and warrior with courtesy! You are an insult to my Movich family!"

"Hey, you old fat man, you will be insulted by a warrior when you die. Bonaparte's joking comment on Old Virtue caused a burst of laughter from the crowd. "You might as well tell me where Baron Eevee is, and I might as well consider letting you live!"

"Who are you old fat man!? You are only old fat man! Remember! My name is Steward De!" said the old fat man, who also helped himself with his monocle glasses and continued: "You despicable things, do you know who you are enemies with now! Nobles! Real nobles! Blind your dog eyes, you dare to be rude to this housekeeper!"

"If you surrender now and declare your eternal allegiance to my family, Lord Eevee, with any luck, you can still save a dog's life!"

"Hey, that's interesting! Hang this fat man at the gate of the camp, and I'll see if your allegiance, Lord Ebu, will save you from hunger and thirst in the scorching sun!" said Bonaparte, and with a wave of his hand, two soldiers crushed Lao De down like a pig.

Bonaparte defeated the Serf Army of Ibrahimovic this time, but the real test is still to come! The Malmö army is eyeing up! The mysterious Baron Droz! All this will eventually have to be solved by returning to this barracks on the banks of the Yi River!

And Bonaparte's hole cards.

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