On the Parade Square outside the Palace of Versailles, a grand departure ceremony is taking place. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Groups of well-equipped and well-trained soldiers formed a neat phalanx and stood in the square.

They all wore armor that covered their whole bodies, and they all looked powerful and heroic.

This is a symbol of the military power of France, the Second and Third Legions, in addition to the First Legion as the Royal Guard, the two strongest standing legions, they are about to go to the front to support the city of Lille as it is fighting against the invaders.

On the tall viewing platform, His Majesty the Emperor of France is awarding a sword to a middle-aged man in a military uniform, who is the civilian marshal Villars, a famous French general who has truly ascended to the position of marshal with his military exploits.

He took the sword given by His Majesty the Emperor, and after making another passionate speech, he slowly walked down the viewing platform.

Accompanying him was a tall knight, the knight was wearing black armor covering his whole body, the armor was messily opened with small red openings, and he carried a pitch-black spear behind his back, it was a musketeer, a sharpshooter martial saint, and a representative of the highest martial arts strength in France.

The flag is unfurled, and the army is opened.

At the forefront were Marshal Villar and the black-armored knights, followed by a phalanx of infantry, a phalanx of cavalry, a cart of baggage wagons, and a cart of grain and grass equipment.

The procession was full of nobles and ordinary people who came to watch the ceremony, and they fanatically shouted slogans such as "Long live France", "France must win", "Marshal Villars is invincible", "Lord Ados is invincible", and other slogans to see off the army.

Flowers, fruits, snacks, dry food, were constantly stuffed into the hands of the advancing soldiers.

An old man encouraged: "We must defeat the British and drive them back to the island!"

A family member advised: "You must protect yourself, there are no eyes on the battlefield." ”

A girl cried: "You must come back alive, I will wait for you to come back and marry me." ”

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Zhang Ang sat upstairs in the tavern facing the street, holding a glass of wine, calmly looking at the surging crowd and the overflowing war spirit below.

His heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

He didn't care about the life or death of these foreign devils at all, even if the British entered Paris, he would have a "stealth star" that could be invisible for an hour to save his life, plus the "Variety Mask" he was wearing that could change his appearance at will, he could go anywhere when the time came.

It's just that if this France really dies, then the bank's golden ticket will not become waste paper.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ang immediately put down his wine glass, stopped looking at the excitement, hurried to the nearest Royal Bank of France, and exchanged a large bag of gold francs.

It's not that he doesn't want to exchange more, the key is that gold coins are not like golden tickets, they are large and heavy, so they are really not suitable for carrying too much.

Finally, he returned to his residence with the gold coin, but there were two people standing outside the door.

One is a landlord, the other is a young policeman with a knife.

"This, what's the matter?" Zhang Ang had no choice but to walk over.

"You're Tom Cruise?" asked the young policeman first.

"yes, I am, I'm the tenant here. Zhang Ang put down the bag of gold francs and rubbed his sore wrist.

"Where are you from, what are you doing in Paris?" the young policeman's tone was more like questioning.

"Well, I'm from Marseille, and I've come to Paris to learn more about swordsmanship. Zhang Ang casually made up an excuse.

"Is there a guarantor?" asked the young policeman again.

"Guarantor, what guarantor?" Zhang Ang looked confused.

"Aren't you good friends with Albert, let him be your guarantor? The landlord said loudly on the side.

Zhang Ang reacted at this time: "Yes, yes, yes, Albert and I are good friends, can you let him be a guarantor." ”

"If he wants, he can. The young policeman's tone was a little loose.

After a while, the landlord called Albert.

"Officer, Tom can't be a British spy, he's been practicing swordsmanship, and he also signed up for Master Todd's swordsmanship training class, never practicing swords at home, or practicing swords at Master Todd, or drinking with me, it can't be a spy, I'll give him a guarantee, it's okay." "Albert has a big bag.

"It's good to have a guarantor, and there are a few more questions below. "The young policeman's interrogation was very careful.

"Name?"

"Tom Cruise. ”

"Is it a nobleman?"

"No, it's just ordinary civilians. ”

"Age?"

"Uh, 16? It should be 17, yes, 17. ”

"How long have you been in Paris?"

"I came here last winter, and I have been here for more than half a year. ”

"Good at martial arts?"

"Well, it's barely good at swordsmanship. ”

"Wait, officer, wait, wait, he's not good at swordsmanship at all, he's not good at it at all, and it's the bottom of Master Todd, he's not good at martial arts, help, officer, help. Albert immediately jumped out to interrupt the young officer's record and pleaded.

"Then I'm going to have to write something I'm good at. ”

"He, this, he cooks well, just write that he is good at cooking and cooking, anyway, he is not good at any martial arts, help, officer, next time you come to the Iron Axe Bar, just report my name, drink as much as you like." Albert had no scruples and promised benefits in public.

"Then write that you are good at cooking. The young officer didn't insist anymore.

After a few more simple questions, the young officer left.

"Is that what going on?" asked Zhang Ang in confusion as he entered the room.

"What else is going on, a large-scale inventory has begun, don't look at the security in Paris has always been good, in fact, there have always been many spies and spies from other countries, but most of them are hidden, and there are only a few who come out to make trouble. This time, it seems that His Majesty the Emperor has made up his mind to completely clean up these people. But I think the effect will not be very great, the real spies must have settled in Paris for many years, and even the spy families who have been in Paris for decades or even hundreds of years can catch a few small shrimps in this clean-up and investigation, which is not of much effect. Albert clearly scoffed at the liquidation.

"Then why don't you let me report the martial arts I am good at?" Zhang Ang was a little puzzled.

"Are you stupid? You have reported martial arts, and when the British come to Paris, you will be sent to the city wall, and with your current swordsmanship, do you think you will survive?" Albert explained.

"This city wall can still force me to go up, they arrest people on the city wall so casually, and the city must not be chaotic. Zhang Ang was a little unconvinced.

"Of course, they didn't arrest them casually, they were all from other places, some of them were suspected of spies, they had criminal records, and they were all people who wouldn't have any impact anyway. On the city wall, it is only used as cannon fodder, which not only reduces the hidden dangers in the city, but also reduces its own casualties, isn't it the best of both worlds. Albert told me the doorway.