A month ago.

Brescia, Lombardy.

Two very strange men came to the bootcamp of the Austrian Empire, a lame man with a big beard and a guy who could clearly not be European by his appearance.

The boot camp in Brescia was more like a refugee camp than a barracks, and Franz made it clear to the officials in charge that their task was to minimize the number of displaced people and beggars.

At this time, stabilizing people's minds and reducing the factors of social instability is the first priority. As for the so-called recruits, they still had to be trained, and only those who finally passed the examination could become soldiers of the Austrian Empire.

Those who did not qualify would be re-integrated into society in batches at a suitable time, or sent to the colonies.

Therefore, the officials in charge of enforcement set the threshold for recruits very low, and the entire recruit camp can be said to have everything from fifty-year-old toothless veterans to seven or eight-year-old toothless teenagers.

(At that time, the average life expectancy of people was only in their thirties, so a person in his fifties could definitely be considered an old man.)

As for the so-called toothless Laosuo, because the food at the bottom was very coarse at that time, and the wear and tear on the teeth was also very serious.

In addition, people basically do not protect their teeth, and there is a lack of daily necessities to protect their teeth. ）

However, the lame man and the alien still made it a little difficult for the officials and sergeants in charge to accept, there was enough food in the warehouses of the Austrian Empire, and the barracks of the army were big enough, but these two people were too mixed! It's all about wasting food.

"Oh! My God! Can we really recruit qualified recruits? ”

Baron Marcello, who was in charge of recruiting new soldiers, finally couldn't stand it, and Sergeant Barron on the side was also helpless.

The latter, of course, knows what the former means, but there is no precedent for keeping people out. Still, he decided to leave the two men at a moment's notice, and he asked as slowly as he could, in what he thought was pretty standard Italian.

"What did you do in the past? Where did it come from? India? Or is it a little further east? ”

Neither Baron Marcelo nor Sergeant Barron had ever seen an Indian, or at least a few living Indians in the entire Lombardy region at this time.

Baron Marcelo and Sergeant Barron were both well-informed people who had gone to school, so it was natural for them to think that the two people in front of them were Orientals.

The answer was unexpected, though, and the bearded man answered them in a standard Sicilian accent.

"We're from Sicily, where there's a lot of sunshine, so my kids have a bit of dark skin."

Baron Marcelo and Sergeant Barron looked at them carefully for a while, and felt that they did look a little like Europeans.

"What did you do in the past? Why did you come here? ”

"We are hunters. We were forcibly conscripted into the army by the King's Army in our hometown, and then the army was disbanded, and we were left here. ”

The bearded man replied very calmly.

There was no question with his answer, which was so common that King Ferdinando II of the Two Sicilies disbanded his army directly in the mountains of Central Italy in order to save money.

Suddenly the civilians, who had been held hostage by the army and the revolutionaries, lost their purpose, and had no money or food, so they roamed aimlessly.

So when the Austrian Empire announced the recruitment of new soldiers, many people chose to join the army.

However, the bearded man was too calm, and as a civilian, he did not have the slightest fear of seeing officials and sergeants.

"Who are you?"

Baron Marcelo's tone suddenly became cold, and Sergeant Barron was a little strange, because this official from Vienna usually has no arrogance and is very kind to people, what happened today?

The bearded man's answer remained calm.

"We are hunters."

"I don't believe it!"

Baron Marcelo roared.

"You're a spy for the French!"

In the face of doubt, the bearded man just shrugged his shoulders, and the thin man on the side was a little puzzled.

"Honorable Lord, we are indeed only Sicilian hunters."

"Impossible! How could two civilians not be afraid?! ”

The bearded man said with a smile.

"My lord, we hunters are used to seeing life and death, so we are not afraid."

"Sergeant Barron! Have your people search for what he's carrying? ”

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen soldiers immediately surrounded him.

Seeing this, the bearded man was a little helpless, so he had to stand up.

"Put your hands behind you!"

The soldier shouted, and the thin man and bearded man looked at each other before stepping aside.

The soldiers soon found a dagger from the bearded man's waist and from his boots.

There is nothing unusual about the two daggers, and it is common for hunters to carry hunting knives with them, not to mention that the current law and order have not stabilized.

But Baron Marcelo was clearly not happy with the result.

"Keep searching, search me carefully!"

The soldiers tore the man's clothes, revealing his strong body.

To say that the strong men have seen many soldiers, but they have never seen someone with so many scars on their bodies. Countless scars, large and small, were densely covered on the man's strong body.

Every scar on it was enough to make a man awe-inspired.

If a scar is a man's medal, then the bearded man in front of him must be meritorious.

Such a man is not necessarily afraid of facing a low-level civil official, even if he is facing death.

The soldiers all stopped what they were doing, and Sergeant Barron immediately got up and walked over to the bearded man and gave a military salute.

"Welcome, brother. We're in need of people like you! ”

The bearded man's name was Giuseppe and he had no surname. This kind of situation of having only a first name and no surname was not uncommon in Europe at this time.

Giuseppe's marksmanship was accurate, and with the scars that had accumulated over the past twenty years, he was quickly promoted to sergeant.

The thin man who entered the barracks with him was equally good marksman, and both of them were able to use a smoothbore gun to shoot a hundred shots at a distance of fifty meters.

These two men are actually Garibaldi and his wife Anida, who were shamelessly betrayed and hunted down by the double effect of the high bounty of the Austrian Empire and the fall of the Fourth Roman Republic.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were really extraordinary, I'm afraid they would have died in some unknown corner a long time ago.

Because of the scars that had accumulated for twenty years, no one dared to provoke Sergeant Giuseppe. But the skinny man with bronzed skin and strange looks is often the target of some good deeds.

However, the reality is that it is possible for two traits to be thin and athletic at the same time, and the female warrior from the Amazon will always be able to beat the trouble-seeking guy all over the place.

On the whole, though, the time in the Austrian barracks was the happiest they had in years.

At least they don't have to deal with the kind of battles that fight for their lives every day, and the so-called military training is like a family play for them, and even those who pick quarrels and provoke troubles seem so "friendly".

Being hunted down was a common thing for Garibaldi, after all, he spent more than half of his life in a state of being hunted down and rewarded.

The most dangerous place for him at this time was the safest place, after all, no one would have thought that they were hiding in the military camp of the Austrian Empire.

(End of chapter)