King's Landing in France

Chapter 257
North of Babi Village, an unnamed small village.

The hussars of the French army visited here in the evening and knocked on the door of the church in the town.

The parish priest in the village is usually also the village doctor, probably the only one in this small village who knows how to treat wounds.

The cavalry brought in La Salle, who was wounded in the shoulder, and let the priest treat the wound.

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La Salle yelled: "I'm so stupid! This thing really hurts!"

The hussar, who was pouring liquor on Lasalle's arm, stopped immediately.

La Salle said angrily: "Don't stop! Didn't you hear what your Excellency said? Wash the wound thoroughly!"

Hussar: "I haven't heard of it. In fact, I haven't seen your Excellency a few times. I just joined the Revolutionary Army not long ago."

"Okay now I'm telling you, so keep pouring and never mind what I'm yelling!"

The hussar continued to pour wine on Lasalle's arm, and stopped after thoroughly washing away the blood around the wound.

Then he reluctantly licked the transparent liquid that flowed down the bottle, with an intoxicated expression on his face: "It's really good wine, this kind of strong wine is hard to drink!"

Human brewing technology is also gradually advancing with the development of productivity. In 1793, spirits were still rare, and the wine sold in ordinary taverns was only a dozen or twenty degrees.

La Salle glared at him, and said angrily: "Look at your talent, you're licking and drinking like a bitch. Give it to me!"

As he spoke, La Salle snatched the wine bottle with his uninjured hand and took a swig.

"It's exciting, good wine!"

"Boss, isn't this used to heal injuries?"

"It's for healing, but who dares to object if I want to take a sip?" La Salle rolled his eyes.

At this time, the priest next to him bandaged his wound: "Okay, it's over."

"Excuse me!" La Salle stood up and turned to look at the subordinates who were crowded in the church. "The horses outside are probably full. Let's go play with the Austrian cavalry!"

Adjutant: "It's night now, should they go to camp?"

"Of course it's good to go to camp, so Berthier will have another night to react." La Salle pouted, "The fear is that he doesn't respond at all. No matter, let's do our own thing. Even if Bell We can sneak back to Paris after Thierry is gone. Until then, let's do our duty. Let's go!"

The hussars who had been sitting in the room rose up one after another.

They all looked wretched, pretty Dorman covered in blood and grime, just like their faces.

The priest looked at them and said, "Is France going to lose the battle? Will His Majesty the King come back after losing the battle?"

La Salle turned his head and stared at the priest: "Well, you are a royalist! Do you know whose army we are? We are the savior of France, the founder of the Republic, and the leader of the four giants of the Jacobins. The troops of the victorious General Andy Frost!"

The priest was almost frightened to death. From the time Lasalle began to read Frost's title, he made the sign of the cross and shouted "My God".

La Salle: "He gave the order to bombard the Tuileries Palace, and broke into the palace alone to arrest the then King Louis XVII! You actually rushed in front of us, saying that the King is coming back?
"To hell with you! As long as Frost is here, the king will never come back! Absolutely never!"

After Lasalle finished speaking, the old priest knelt down and said repeatedly: "Yes, you are right, you won't come back, you will never come back!"

La Salle continued: "Not only will the king not come back, but Frost will go to Austria to capture the culprit and send him to the guillotine in Revolution Square!"

Old Priest: "Oh my God, this is horrible."

Some hussars yelled: "Kill him! Let him go to heaven first and stand in front of Louis XVI and his Austrian girls!"

La Salle pursed his lips, stared at the priest for a few seconds, and shook his head: "No, he bandaged me anyway, and I will not take revenge, even if he is a royalist. When we finish the war, there will be special commissioners to deal with it These refusal priests."

After speaking, La Salle turned and left the church.

The hussars followed him and left, leaving only the old priest still kneeling on the ground trembling.

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At dawn, the No.60 Sixth Battle Infantry Brigade, which had marched all night, finally saw the church steeple of Babi Village on the horizon.

Dumas, the brigade leader (I think Ju Dumas is more in line with the amusing atmosphere of this book, but everyone seems to prefer the proper name of Dumas, so I changed it) shouted: "It's right in front! It will take about an hour to get there! Quick! Go at full speed!"

The French soldiers, who had already exhausted their physical strength, sped up again.

Old Dumas: "Musicians! Let's have some vigorous drum beats! Come on, it's just the last bit!"

In this era, when marching, in order to ensure the pace of the whole team, there will be musicians playing music all the time.In fact, music plays the role of "one two one".

But after a day and a night of tossing, the musicians of the 66th brigade were exhausted and could barely lift their hands.

Despite what old Dumas yelled, the marching music did not become more exciting.

Old Dumas: "Damn it! Forget it, I will sing!"

Then old Dumas began to sing with a hoarse voice: "Go 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!"

The inspiring effect of the Marseillaise, which has been renamed "Ode to Rome", is beyond doubt.

After the old Dumas opened his voice, he obviously felt that the spirit of the soldiers had improved.

Many soldiers sang along.

Even the drums of the military musicians became more energetic.

A group of people walked faster and faster, as if the previous exhaustion was a boring lie.

Old Dumas sang the Marseillaise over and over again. When he was about to stop singing, the vanguard of the army shouted: "Here we are! There are no enemies!"

The troops marched into Babi Village.

Some villagers heard the Marseillaise and opened the door to see what happened.

Immediately afterwards, several men on horseback ran towards the army along the village road holding torches: "What army are you?"

"We are the No.60 Sixth Brigade of Battle Infantry, and we were ordered to garrison in Babi Village. Who are you?" The voice of the forward sergeant floated with the wind.

Old Dumas pinched the horse's belly and urged the horse to come forward: "I am the commander of the No.60 Sixth Battle Infantry Brigade. Which part are you from?"

The few people who came saw Dumas and exclaimed directly: "God, why don't you have a head?"

Old Dumas grinned, showing his white teeth: "Now do you see my head?"

"Damn, you're really dark enough."

Old Dumas said impatiently, "Which part do you belong to?"

"We're at the transfer depot in Babi Village. I'm the depot chief. We didn't receive an order to garrison troops. What happened?"

"The enemy army of about 2 people is coming to Babi Village, and this place will soon become a battlefield." Dumas paused, "My troops need to rest. Mobilize and build positions around the village!"

Several people in the military depot looked at each other, and the leader replied: "Well, we don't understand military engineering?"

Old Dumas said angrily: "How can you not understand military engineering?"

"Because we are not soldiers, I am a grain merchant, and the one next to me is a dentist."

Old Dumas looked at the sky and suddenly slapped his head: "By the way, whoever is behind is an architect who can build fortresses and must know military engineering."

(End of this chapter)