On the front line of Marseille, the war is in full swing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The soldiers of the royalist and revolutionary armies were intertwined with each other and fought frantically.

One of the strong, one-armed men stood out, tall and powerful, heavily armoured, and wielding a huge mace in his hand. With each swing, a large area was emptied, and poor soldiers were smashed to pieces.

From time to time, soldiers were organized to cover the martial arts masters to rush forward, but even if the spears in their hands could pierce the terrifying strong man, they could not pierce the heavy steel armor on his body, and even if they could occasionally pierce the gaps in the steel armor, they could not pierce his steely muscles. Even if a martial arts master got close to him, most of them would be blown away by his hammer, or smashed to pieces by the huge piece of iron at his broken arm. He is like a killing machine of steel, constantly stirring up a storm of death in the crowd of enemies.

Finally, as the sun sank in the west, the sound of trumpets sounded from the camps of both sides, and everyone stopped fighting, and carefully gathered the team and retreated to their respective camps. Several more carts drove out of their respective camps, and two small teams of men and horses collected the corpses of Paoze without violating the river water, and brought back the wounded who were seriously injured and unable to move.

This has been repeated here many times, so much so that the soldiers on both sides have become completely numb and have completely forgotten the purpose of the battle, as if they had only come here to sacrifice their lives.

In the small tent, Arnold was alone with a piece of meat pie and eating beet soup.

At this moment, Miss Sophie, dressed in snow-white light armor, lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Arnold, you did well today, I think it won't be long before you can be promoted to major. Miss Sophie was encouraging.

Arnold still sat and ate, as if he had not heard Miss Sophie.

"Old Ivan, I have sent someone back to Luntu City, and he should be buried with Leonardo's family. Miss Sophie paused, with a hesitant expression: "The body of your young master, we will also search for it when the time comes, no matter what, we will find it." After all, it was he who saved us and saved the future of France. ”

"Young master, he's not dead. Arnold's voice wasn't loud, with a grunt of chewing food.

"What?" Miss Sophie didn't hear.

"Young Master, he is not dead, I can feel it, Young Master, he is definitely not dead!" Arnold put down the food in his hand and stared at Miss Sophie seriously.

Miss Sophie suddenly felt very helpless: "Okay, your young master, he is not dead, he is just missing, he can't be found, we will go back to Paris in the future, we will go to find him, okay?"

"Well, okay! The cakes made here are not delicious at all, but the young master is still good at making them. Arnold did not hear the perfunctory words of Miss Sophie, and said with memories and longing on his face.

Walking out of the camp, Miss Sophie suddenly felt a little sour, and her face was a little lonely and sad.

However, this weakness only lasted for a moment, and she regained her original self-confidence, shrewd and capable appearance, and walked to the Chinese army tent with a faint smile to attend today's regular meeting.

"The British army is still blocked outside Lille by the Roland heirs, and according to the analysis, the British army should not organize a large-scale offensive again. ”

"Although Germany is still stationed on the border, there is no sign of an attack, according to the news from Germany, there have been many riots in their country, although they have been suppressed, but the losses are quite large, and there should be no spare strength to intervene in our war. ”

"In today's battle, our side killed 344 people, 165 people were seriously wounded, and the minor injuries were not counted, and another 57 people escaped from the opposite side to join our army. ”

"According to the news from Paris, the two martial saints of the Holy See still have not left Paris, and it is conservatively estimated that there are more than 30,000 regular troops in Paris, and there are nobles who believe in the Holy See every month to bring people to support, and the strength is increasing every day. ”

"The royalist army on the opposite side has no intention of retreating, although it has been suffering heavy losses in the past few months, but under the continuous replenishment of the rear, it still bites and entangles with our army, and it is very likely that they want to consume us to death in this way. ”

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The generals reported on the domestic and foreign intelligence and the battle situation in the past few days one by one, and many of them were worried and solemn.

The short figure sitting on the main seat listened to everyone's report with his eyes closed, and then the steely determination sounded in the big tent: "I know your confusion and your worries, but since you have chosen me, then I will defeat all enemies and save France." But it takes time, it takes preparation, it needs to be foolproof, so please be patient, be patient......"

The people in Paris were panicked and the atmosphere was tense.

Although the city is also considered strong, the morale of everyone is really not high, countless conspiracy theories and gossip are circulating in the city, the police and soldiers are under martial law again and again, and the front line is also constantly under bad news.

"Marshal Billund suffered another defeat, and the revolutionary army advanced 20 miles again!"

"The Holy See has placed the new emperor under house arrest, and it is Patriarch Richelieu who is now calling the shots in the palace. ”

"Another nobleman in the city who supported the Holy See was assassinated, and the killer was said to be a musketeer. ”

"Now that Sharpshooter Martial Saint in the city is fake, she is the Holy Lady of the Holy See!

"Napoleon is about to conquer the city, and for the sake of France's future, everyone should know what to do. ”

"The legendary Roland heir has appeared, one man and one sword to block the British in the north, and will soon come to Paris. ”

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Such gossip has been passed on by word of mouth, and often within a few days, it can spread throughout the city, and even reach the ears of His Majesty the Emperor, who is temporarily living in the small palace.

"Smack!" A fine piece of pottery was shattered, and His Majesty the new Emperor of France was furious: "What are you all doing to eat, the city is full of spies from the revolutionary army, and all kinds of news come to confuse people's hearts, and you can't catch any of them?"

"Your Majesty, we've really done our best, haven't we already caught several spies?" said the Minister of Police, wiping the cold sweat from his head.

"That's a spy, too? A few drunkards who drink and brag in the tavern, this is a spy? I want a real spy! A spy of the revolutionary army!" His Majesty the Emperor roared deafeningly.

"Your Majesty, actually, we are not good at catching spies, this is the task of the musket team before, and we are just assisting from the side, so, so, this ......" The Minister of Police wanted to explain.

"Musket team?" His Majesty the Emperor's eyes were full of anger, and his voice increased by two points again: "Where are the musket teams now? Either killed in battle, or missing, the only one who can be confirmed in Paris is still a despicable murderer!