Warriors of Orleans!

From June 15th to now, the inhabitants of the city of Celesta have been holding out for 17 days! Isn't the endless ash wasteland and the ruins in front of us enough to prove their loyalty?

I've been here before, Celesta is a city full of energy and hope, but at this point it is already wrapped in fear and despair.

This great city is in desperate need of help, and we've come from far and wide not to see the show, let alone the beers and sausages!"

Fanny Curt looked angrily in Franz's direction, who picked up a pork chop and waved it twice, then raised his coffee cup and saluted the former.

Sure enough, the person who is mapped is not angry, and the person who is angry is the person who wants to map others.

Fanny Curt's eyebrows were tightened, her silver teeth were clenched, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, her plump lips were painted with a touch of determination, and her body leaned forward slightly as if there was a fire burning in her chest.

"The atrocities of the rebels will be punished! All aggressors must pay for their actions!

We must tell the residents of Celesta that they are not alone. We will pierce this boundless darkness as a sword of light and bring them hope."

With a stumble, Fanny Curt drew her command knife and shouted.

"Justice and courage are with us! For New Orleans! Onward!"

When he heard the sentence for New Orleans, Franz almost didn't hold back, and he secretly admired it in his heart.

"It's not a loss to be the hostess of the Grand Salon in Paris, at least there is no stage fright."

However, the temporary patchwork of the Orleans army was a bit of an embarrassment, and these soldiers were not only armed with a variety of weapons, but also wore a variety of uniforms.

At least in the eyes of Franz and his staff, this ragtag army will soon be as deserted as it was yesterday, after all, the casualties of street fighting are not something that such a ragtag army can bear.

As soon as Franz had imagined, the army had a big problem attacking the first street.

Faced with the French army hiding behind bunkers and barricades, Fanny Curt's troops were helpless. Several attacks were organized, each time after dropping a dozen corpses and then scattered.

Franz had no interest in this kind of family fight, and just as he was about to do something more valuable, there was an exclamation in the direction of the battlefield.

Fanny Curt stood in the route of the rout, and she wanted to drive them back, but unfortunately the great things she heard in the saloon did not move them.

In the end, Fanny Curt was pushed to the ground by a rout, and thanks to the fact that she was a woman, she might have been stabbed to death with a bayonet just now.

"Our heroine has been toppled down."

The playboy holding the poetry book teased.

"It's very skillful to see her fall."

The gold-rimmed playboy hinted that all the playboys in the German coalition were smiling.

"I'm so sorry that there's no bed where she fell."

"What if people like it?" …。。

A lewd laugh rang out.

"Why are you guys laughing at her when you guys only talk cool things?"

An officer wearing a Bavarian uniform with the coat of arms of the German Empire stepped forward, and Vincent Morris was promoted to general by the National Assembly in Frankfurt after the Battle of Brussels.

Since most of the officers of this era were dominated by the aristocracy, the Frankfurt Parliament was almost unavailable for military purposes.

Vincent Morris was promoted from captain to major general in just one month, but the title of German emperor conferred by the Frankfurt National Assembly was not recognized in this allied German army.

"How do you want to be a hero? Little General?" Those playboys from wealthy families did not take the bad general in front of them seriously.

The celebrities on the side were afraid that the men would not be able to fight.

"What did you like about that little widow? The kind of woman who flaunts in front of the battle has long been touched by an unknown number of people. Looking at your talent, do you want your sisters to help you introduce you to a better one?"

These men and women who have been on the battlefield and still spend all day drinking have long aroused the dissatisfaction of some soldiers, and they can't help but stand up when they see their comrades being bullied.

"You guys are! Why are you tyrannical! Are you really your own people?"

"Who's one of your own with you mud-legged people? I don't pee and look in the mirror by myself. We are naturally nobler than you mountain mud men."

The mud people in the mountains mean very lowly people.

"Who do you say is the mud man in the mountains?!"

The playboy with the gold-rimmed glasses clapped his hands hatefully.

"Guards! Take them away!"

A few guards walked over with their guns in hand, and the young officers immediately drew their guns without showing weakness, seeing that a shootout was about to take place.

Suddenly, a voice broke the deadlock.

"Hey! Now take up arms and take that neighborhood."

"Who are you? What is it?" A few sons subconsciously choked back.

When they saw that the person pointing to the battlefield was Franz, the voices of these so-called high-ranking people immediately changed.

"Franz, I'm Füssen of Augsburg, and I saw you at the Taffy family's dinner."

The Sven scum with gold-rimmed glasses immediately put it on, and several dog-like guys on the side also lowered their heads, and several celebrities looked at Franz intently, and some even covered their chests as if they were about to faint at any time.

Füssen of Augsburg, Franz could not remember, nor could Bordeaux as an attendant, and in the end it was his own clerk, Mia Artière, who reminded him that this was the fifth heir to the side branch of the Augsburg family.

But this kind of thing didn't matter to Franz at all, he just felt the need to discipline these people properly.

"So, sir, I now order you to take these friends of yours, along with the guards, to take that block. Do you understand?"

A few sons and brothers were immediately frightened, but they still pretended to be stupid and just scolded their subordinates to go to the battlefield, and they wanted to take the opportunity to slip away.

"You're going the other way."

Franz reminded.

"I'm the Commander. They need us to sit in the rear and command. That's how we can make the most of our talents."

"Don't you understand? I'll let you pick up your guns and go into battle!"

Franz roared, and the officers, who were clearly not on their way, grabbed their rifles and headed for the battlefield.

Vincent Morris whispered as he walked past the dandies.

"Come on! Let me see if the bullets will bypass your noble bodies!"

The aristocratic young men didn't dare to reply and lowered their heads, they were afraid that they would meet Franz's gaze and cause more trouble, and the celebrities on the side let out a scream of excitement.

(End of chapter)

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