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The hoe smashed on the cold ground, but the ground was so hard that even with the new iron hoe issued by His Majesty the Emperor, Zhen's arm was numb, and he could only smash it into it a little. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Little Jacques spat in his palm, rubbed his hand vigorously to warm his palm, picked up the hoe again, and swung it again.

This is the new decree of His Majesty the Emperor, in the winter, the land can be doubled, all the eggs in the soil can be frozen to death, so that the next year will be free from locusts, and it will also make the next year's spring reclamation easier.

In previous years, a new deal like this would be led by the clergy of the Holy See to oppose it and force the government to restore its traditions.

But now it's different, now Marshal Napoleon is emperor, he beat away those greedy priests and saved everyone from ignorance. Although the church was still there, the pastors who had come to collect the tax were never seen again.

The current Antuo Village is the final word of the Emperor's Majesty's proclamator, who said that he would hoe the land in winter, so everyone endured the wind and cold, took the iron hoe sent down, and went to the field.

Although little Jacques did not know why the locusts laid their eggs in the dirt, this was an edict of His Majesty the Emperor, and naturally it could not be wrong.

He grew up listening to the story of His Majesty the Emperor, General Napoleon rode into the imperial capital alone, General Napoleon took the lead in the charge to turn the tide, and Marshal Napoleon completely destroyed the anti-French alliance...... He is familiar with this legendary story, and he talks about it every time in Tianjin.

Marshal Napoleon had always been his most admired man, and now, like a dream come true, Marshal Napoleon has become Emperor of France.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt that the north wind was no longer cold, his arms were no longer sore, his palms no longer hurt, and he had a little more strength to work.

In any case, under the leadership of His Majesty Napoleon, our days will be better and better day by day.

Suddenly, a military song came from afar:

"Forward, sons and daughters of the motherland, rise up quickly,

A glorious day awaits you!

You see the tyrant is facing us.

Raise the blood-stained flag,

Raise the blood-stained flag!

Hear no? Murderous soldiers

Howling in our land,

They rush to you,

Kill your wife and son-in-law.

Arm up, fellow citizens,

Get your team organized!

Forward!

......”

This is the "Marseillaise"! It is now the national anthem of France, which praises the heroic sacrifice of the soldiers of the revolutionary army under the city of Marseille.

With the military song, there was a neat procession, one by one wearing straight military uniforms, holding spears, lined up in a neat line, holding their heads high, and striding forward.

This is the Imperial Army that came out to train!

Although they are still only reserves, they are all the army of His Majesty the Emperor, and in the near future, they will charge for His Majesty Napoleon and establish a supreme cause for France!

Looking at this energetic and enthusiastic team from afar, the hoe in Little Jacques stopped, his eyes were full of envy, and he stared at this team with his eyes, from their appearance to their disappearance.

"Arm, fellow citizens, get the ranks organized!Forward!...... forward," Jacques burst into tears, humming a few words along with the distant song.

His heart is full of unwillingness.

If it weren't for my leg, I could have joined them in the first place!

Just during the last autumn recruitment, little Jacques also hid from his father and went to register.

Under his hard cover, he passed the initial interview without letting anyone find out that something was wrong.

Then there was the physical fitness test, although the 40-kilogram stone lock was scary heavy and difficult to lift, but I still tried my best, lifted ten times, and passed the assessment.

Then, it is a long-distance run, 5000 meters only, I am not afraid, but the usual walking is still easy to cover, as soon as I run, the problems on my legs and feet, I was unobstructed, although I completed the long-distance run within the specified time, but I was ruthlessly eliminated.

Yes, because of an accident when he was a child, he smashed his leg, and although he was treated, his right leg was still a little lame, and he walked and was not very beautiful.

However, because of this little bit of "not beautiful enough", he lost the right to be a soldier forever.

"Oh, come on, like you, if Your Majesty marches in the future, won't it be a shame for us to lose face in France?" was the answer the examiner gave him after his repeated pleas.

Yes, even His Majesty Napoleon hopes that he will be a group of young men with nimble legs and feet, and a cripple like himself should not be embarrassed in the world.

Then he returned to the village in despair, and continued to be an ordinary farmer as if he were fated.

"In any case, growing food and supplying the army can be regarded as contributing to the country and Your Majesty. In the dead of night, he would always comfort himself with such reasons.

At the end of the morning's work, Jacques picked up his hoe and prepared to go home and eat something.

The fields are not far from the village, and after walking for a while, you can vaguely see the entrance to the village.

It's just that under the big tree at the entrance of the village, there are a bunch of people around.

What's going on? What happened? Jacques stepped up two points.

In addition to the villagers and the village chief, there were three brightly dressed people under the tree, one of whom was a proclamator who often came to the village to announce government decrees, and the other two were fresh-faced, dressed like military uniforms, but with different styles and colors.

But doesn't the proclamator come only once a month?

Slowly walked in, and the words of the proclaimant also reached Jacques's ears:

“...... There are only 10 places in each village, only those under the age of 30 are selected, and the older ones should not come, of course, they should not be too young, over 14 years old, preferably men...... After conscription, there will be a special allowance in the village, and in principle, the conscripts can go home once a year and enjoy the treatment of reservists......"

Reservists? Is this another conscription? I'm satisfied with my age, but ......

At the thought of this, Jacques's eyes dimmed.

But the words of the proclaimant continued:

"This time it is a voluntary principle, requiring sufficient loyalty and dedication to His Majesty the Emperor and the country......"

"No, no, no, it's not going to war, it's a special task, it's similar to building a city wall or something......"

"Yes, if the physical disability is not severe, we also want it, yes, the requirements are not strict this time......"

"If you were eliminated from the last conscription, you can give priority to signing up......"

......

Physical disability too?

Physical disabilities too!

Jacques couldn't care about anything, and shouted, "I'll go!"

He couldn't wait to squeeze into the circle and shouted: "My name is Jacques! I am 19 years old! I am not afraid of anything! I just want to contribute to the country and His Majesty Napoleon!"

Under the somewhat surprised gaze of the proclamator, he walked back and forth a few times, lifted his clothes again, and showed his muscles: "I'm just a little lame, I was brushed off last time! I have the strength! Whether it's moving stones or digging trenches, I'm fine! You can count me as one!"

(To be continued.) )