King's Landing in France

Chapter 123 Mire
An Ning's team had just set off when someone galloped from Paris on horseback.

"Mr. Frost!" came the voice from the man.

An Ning straightened her back on the horse and looked in that direction.He saw Beethoven on horseback running down the road.

An Ning: "Are you here to see me off? That's too polite..."

"No, you have misunderstood. I intend to go to Konta with you."

An Ning asked suspiciously, "What about your opera?"

"I am just a composer. I have completed all the creation of operas, and I can continue to perform in Paris without my troupe. As a composer, I need the stimulation and perception of life to produce works. I have a premonition This time with the army will bring me a lot of inspiration!
"Your Excellency, please allow me to follow your army!"

An Ning raised her eyebrows. It would be no problem to bring Beethoven with her. In the future, it will be easy for her troops to ask for military songs.

So he nodded and said: "I agree. But the distance is very long. If you are not used to riding a horse, you may grind your thighs and bleed. It will be very painful."

Beethoven showed an embarrassed expression: "It's true that I don't ride a horse very often. In fact, my ass has already started to hurt during the journey from Paris to the city."

Beethoven probably rushed to the horse as soon as he heard the news about An Ning Kairun. The horse bumped twice when it was running, and it was especially worn out.

An Ning pointed to the army's baggage convoy: "You can take the baggage cart, and the horses can be handed over to the cavalry girls to take them with you."

In this era, cavalry sometimes carry replacement horses in order to maintain their impact.

Beethoven nodded, and immediately turned his head to go to the baggage train walking behind the queue.

When he passed the queue of soldiers, the soldiers were singing Beethoven's "Marseillaise".

**
When Beethoven came to the baggage train, he was a little excited.

On the way to the delivery team, he happened to see the unique skill of An Ning's new army: Lage.

This is one of An Ning's small improvements. Following his own experience in military training, he asked soldiers to compare their songs with each other, and it was not better than anyone else's singing, but the volume was louder.

After practice, An Ning confirmed one thing, the activity of pulling songs can indeed greatly improve the cohesion of the troops.

When pulling songs, each platoon formed a competitive relationship, and the appearance of "enemies" greatly strengthened the unity within each platoon.

Now, this behavior of pulling songs obviously shocked Beethoven.

He thought very excitedly: "Your Excellency, General, has turned music into a means of uniting troops, and I have seen in these soldiers a centripetal force far exceeding that of ordinary troops—at least it seems so on the surface.

"I should create this kind of breezy song that can be used for 'fight singing' as soon as possible!"

Beethoven didn't know that the behavior An Ning taught the troops was called la song, so he made up a suitable vocabulary.

While thinking this way, he sat down on the floor of the baggage cart, and then began to think about the tune.

As a musical genius, Beethoven didn't like to use paper to record the beautiful phrases he thought of at any time, he usually kept them in his mind.

So at this moment, Beethoven lightly tapped the floor of the baggage wagon with his fingertips, beat the beat and began to weave the tune in his heart.

At this moment, the groom who was driving the baggage cart turned to talk to Beethoven: "Sir, who are you?"

"Ah? I'm a musician. Your Excellency the General personally allowed me to collect music in his army."

The groom looked solemn: "What is Caifeng?"

Only then did Beethoven realize that he had just used a Latin word, so he hurriedly explained: "Just walking around and looking around to inspire my own creation."

The groom raised his eyebrows: "Sounds like something spies do."

"I'm definitely not a spy!" Beethoven hurriedly clarified, "I'm really a musician. I composed the song 'Citizens Armed' they sang."

The groom immediately exclaimed: "You...you are the creator of that song? It seems like everyone in the entire imperial capital can sing that song! I often sing it too."

After finishing speaking, the groom came up with a refrain from "Marseillaise": "Forward, forward! Use the dirty blood of the enemy to water our fields!"

Beethoven: "That's right, it's this one."

The groom exclaimed: "It's really a good song, you did a great job!"

"No," Beethoven smiled awkwardly, "Actually, I didn't compose the song. I recorded the tune hummed by Your Excellency the General, and then made some modifications. If it really counts, this song should be written by Your Excellency the General." work."

The groom was shocked and said: "It's actually... the work of Your Excellency the General? This is amazing. Why is there such a favored person? He can save the parliament many times, lead troops to fight, and discuss with the gentlemen of the National Assembly. Future policies are still composing music now!"

"Uh, so to speak, indeed, Your Excellency General is a bit too versatile..."

Groom: "The general can speak nine languages!"

Beethoven gasped: "Nine languages? This is amazing! I have struggled to learn three languages, yet he can speak nine languages!"

Groom: "Yes, Your Excellency the General is really talented. I am a Parisian, and I have only joined the General's army as a groom for a few weeks. I heard from veterans that the "Song of the National Guard" was also taught by the General himself. Everyone sang it. At that time, there was no music score at all, so the general just sang one sentence and taught one sentence, and he taught everyone how to sing."

"Is there such a thing?" Beethoven was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. "I thought a piece of music was just a coincidence, but now it seems..."

Just at this time, the troops walking in front of the baggage train began to sing "The Song of the National Guard" loudly.

Beethoven listened carefully to the song again, and then commented: "The melody itself doesn't have much skill, it can be said to be mediocre. But the melody is catchy enough, and most people can remember it after listening to it once.

"After listening to it carefully, I found that this is a very functional piece, it should be written so straightforward on purpose.

"Wonderful, music should also pay attention to practicality, and beauty should not be the first standard!"

Beethoven nodded again and again: "Very good, great! I have just embarked on a journey, and I got a very good insight! I should also write more songs that are easy to sing and remember, and fight songs for the soldiers. Provide the tune!"

An Ning probably didn't even know that Beethoven's creative tendencies were changed just like this by him.

**
At the same time, at the headquarters of the National Guard in Paris, Lafayette couldn't believe his ears when he heard Berthier's words.

"What? He went to Konta?"

Berthier nodded: "Yes, I'm going to Konta. I sent cavalry to check the manor, and now there are only some servants who belonged to the Duke of Orleans left in the manor, and even Mr. Frost's personal maid is gone.

"There are a lot of footprints and ruts in front of the gate of the manor. It seems that there is indeed an army starting from the manor and heading towards Paris."

Lafayette seemed a little dazed for a moment.

Just then a lieutenant shouted "report" at the door.

Lafayette said to him, "Come in."

The lieutenant walked in, saluted Lafayette and Berthier, and said: "Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, the parliament will discuss the candidate for the Commander-in-Chief of the Paris National Guard again this afternoon. Please be present."

Lafayette let out a long sigh: "Gentlemen of the National Assembly, probably don't know that the person they hoped for has left Paris?"

The lieutenant hesitated, and said: "Well, as far as I know, the councilors want to nominate Justin to replace you."

Lafayette shot up: "What? It's that guy! I can't accept it!"

...It seems that the hero of the Revolutionary War, the Marquis of Lafayette, the father of the United States, had a lot to worry about.

I don't know if he will envy Andy Frost who has already gone to the remote area when he gets rid of his busy life one day.

(End of this chapter)