King's Landing in France

Chapter 193 Marshal?My elder brother wants to be Caesar, why should you be a marshal?
Condoré was stunned: "What? What do you mean?"

La Salle: "Why, you don't understand French well, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"No, I understand, I mean..."

"Understand what I mean?" La Salle looked at Condoré in amazement, "Is there any particularly incomprehensible terminology in my words? Even if you don't understand my words, you should understand the action of throwing gloves Bar?"

Condore: "No, I... I am a civilized person, I do not participate in such rude activities."

Lasalle laughed loudly, and snatched back his gloves after laughing: "Forget it, a duel with a guy like you is an insult to my reputation."

Condoré breathed a sigh of relief, his entire expression relaxed.

Then at this moment, La Salle drew out his saber and put it on Condoré's neck: "You don't deserve a duel, you only deserve to die here like a dog."

Although Condolei was tied up and unable to move, he could express his emotions with urine. A small water stain appeared on his crotch, and then expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lasalle had a serious and murderous look on his face. Seeing this scene, he laughed again, and retracted his knife while laughing: "I changed my mind. Sending a waste like you back to Emperor Shenluo may be a more powerful one." Good idea. Killing a piece of shit like you would damage my reputation."

Marshal Beaulieu, who witnessed the whole process, commented: "Condore, you should really accept the duel. If you win, you will be the hero of our army. If you lose...at least you can die with honor. Now you are the entire Austrian nobleman. laughing stock."

Condore looked ashen: "I was threatened! He threatened me!"

Beaulieu turned to Lasalle and said: "Can you not take this wretch elsewhere, I don't want to see him near my cell."

La Salle: "Of course there is no problem. How did you let such a person be your chief of staff?"

Beaulieu shook his head helplessly: "This is the situation of my Shinra freedom. Among my people, only Vuksevich is still useful."

La Salle: "Really? Then you don't complain about the loss, come on, I think Your Excellency the General will be happy to have a good chat with you."

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An Ning didn't see Marshal Beaulieu until five o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as the two met, Marshal Beaulieu untied his marshal's scepter, and stretched forward with both hands.

An Ning took the scepter, and began to look at it happily-it is worthy of Shinra's stuff, highlighting a luxury.

An Ning had fingers dancing on the double-headed eagle carved on the head of the scepter, looking mesmerized.

Berthier was coughing crazily at first, but An Ning ignored them. In the end, Berthier had no choice but to speak: "Your Excellency General! You should return this scepter to Your Excellency the Marshal."

An Ning was stunned: "Ah? Is it supposed to be like this? Isn't it enough to just return the saber, can you keep the others?"

An Ning knew that in the navy of this era, after a battle, the winner would return the loser's sword and invite the loser to have a drink.

So he was ready to return the sword, but it was a pity that the marshal didn't give the sword, so he handed in the marshal staff first.

This marshal staff is so beautiful, so An Ning decided to collect it.

Berthier was speechless: "This...you don't have a big problem if you want to stay, it's just that everyone will have some negative comments on you."

An Ning: "Forget it. I'm sorry, Marshal Beaulieu, I saw that the marshal's staff was a little out of control. You know, after the Great Revolution, France abolished the rank of marshal."

Beaulieu: "That's really a pity, otherwise, with your military achievements, you will definitely be awarded the rank of marshal. You should be the greatest military strategist of our time, and I am willing to bow down."

As soon as Beaulieu finished speaking, Napoleon said, "Marshal? Are you joking, old gentleman! Andy—His Excellency General Frost, is going to be Caesar!"

When An Ning heard Napoleon's words, her scalp went numb.

Damn, could it be that Napoleon helped me up in the subsequent script?

No, it's impossible. For Napoleon's ambition, he definitely wanted to come by himself.

But then An Ning thought of it. Although Caesar was called Caesar, Caesar did not admit that he was king until his death. When he was stabbed to death by Brutus, his position was dictator for life.

Is this the script of the future?Then Napoleon took Octavian's position?
Thinking of this, An Ning suddenly remembered that she had a cheat, and with the cheat in hand, she still needed some skills to imitate Brutus and stab herself to death.

so far so good……

Napoleon: "Your Excellency? What's the matter with you?"

It was only then that An Ning realized that he had lost his mind. He hurriedly coughed a few times to cover up, and then solemnly returned the marshal's stick in his hand to Marshal Beaulieu.

Beaulieu: "Thank you for your generosity. I will retire and return to my hometown, disarm and return to the field. I will never participate in military operations against France in this life. I swear by my family emblem!"

An Ning nodded: "We believe in you."

This is the usual practice in this era. After capturing a noble officer, let him swear that he will not participate in military operations against his country, and then release him after a ransom.

Speaking of this European tradition, it is also related to the Italian soldiers. There was a period of noble wars in Europe, which were actually a kind of war game. Both sides made decent gestures, but in the end no one died on either side.

For a long time, European nobles would hire Italian mercenaries to fight.

Once pushed to the brink of desperation, the Italian commanders would persuade their employers to surrender decently and pay a ransom.

Therefore, many wars in the Middle Ages actually did not kill people very much. With so many nobles in Europe, according to the frequency of their wars, if they died, they would have died out long ago.

In his "Guide to War", Fuller called the European war during this period the Italian Commander's War.

But this kind of aristocratic war has long been unfeasible in modern times.Specifically, it was not working from the time of the Hussite wars.

A large number of nobles died in the war. Like the Black Death, the war weakened the feudal lord and promoted the Renaissance and Enlightenment.

But in some places, you can still see a little trace of that noble fan's war.

At this moment, An Ning's return of Marshal Beaulieu's scepter is also a trace.

An Ning: "Take the Marshal to rest, I still have to deal with Wumze."

Beaulieu hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Marshal Wurmze moved?"

An Ning replied truthfully: "Our cavalry found Marshal Wumze's troops on both sides of Lake Garda, but there has just been heavy snowfall in the direction of the Alps, and Wumze's troops will not advance too fast."

Beaulieu let out a long sigh with a slumped expression: "Hey, as long as I stick to it for a few more days... that's all, I won't mention it. Good luck."

An Ning: "You can't win a war with good luck. But thank you anyway."

(End of this chapter)