Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

Today's commander, that is, Constans, brought over a Roman cavalryman who came down from the front. The Roman cavalryman conveyed the latest news from the front. They encountered some emergencies.

"Report! The chasseurs ahead have found a group of suspects of unknown origin. They claim to want to join our army! The team I'm in has already spotted them, please give me instructions."

"Join us?" I looked at Eugene, and then at the Prussians. "Do we have conscription?"

The Prussians shook their heads blankly, saying that they had not conscripted for more than half a year.

"Assassin, it must be an assassin, let me kill them alone!"

Morris's loud voice made the officers next to them, whether they were Prussians or Romans, all have black lines in their heads.

I caught Constance's bright eyes, and I knew that my detective had committed another mistake. I only heard Constance say, "Let me go and see! Maybe I can find something."

"Please, I asked you to be the duty officer. I hope to borrow your eyes that are good at spotting small mistakes to provide me with advice in commanding battles and point out the omissions of the enemy and us. If you are really an assassin, you will be shot. How to kill him?"

"That's a problem. Why don't we send Morris up, let Morris kill them first, and then I go?"

"I have the urge to kill you right now." I asked the chaser carefully about the characteristics of the clothes of the group of unknown people who wanted to be volunteers. After a while, I turned around and snapped my fingers. , "Leon, go and check the group of people, and then bring them up."

"Yes!"

It wasn't long before Leon left.More than 20 people appeared, and they were sandwiched by the chasseurs on both sides like prisoners.

Leon came up one step ahead of the group. He said, "They don't have any weapons, and they don't look like assassins who have learned to fight and assassinate."

In fact, it doesn’t need to be said by Leon, when I saw the leader, I roughly rejected the idea that this group of people are assassins. There is no way, the guy wearing a pair of glasses and a coat is too much like Mr. A scholar in Constantinople.The people behind him looked shocked and frightened.Only hiding behind the "scholar", he looked like a group of elementary school students who were taken out by the teacher for an outing but encountered bad guys.

Well, such a scholar brought a group of students, why did he join the army?

Tired of living?

"However. I found a lot of sharp knives and wood saws in the suitcase I carried there. Want to see it?"

I nod.Leon immediately opened the box he was carrying with him.

The shocking variety of knives and drills inside made my eyelids jump.

"For safety's sake. I suggest that they be locked up and interrogated."

is it?

I shook my head. "Are you sure they don't have any weapons?"

"Yes." Leon replied.

"Then I'll go see them."

"Several, I heard that you want to join the army?" I rode up and walked up, and stopped after four meters.

"Join the army?" The scholar almost squeezed his glasses off the bridge of his nose when he heard the word. After a few seconds, he hurriedly waved his hands. "No! We didn't come to join the army! We didn't come to join the army!"

Didn't you come to join the army?

Did you misunderstand something?

I turned my head to look at the Chaser, who saw the other party waved his hands again and again, and hurried up to explain.

Seeing the soldier explaining in a hurry, I probably understood the general idea.The dialogue between the Chasseur squad and the opponent was translated by the Prussian cavalry accompanying the team.The other party spoke to the Prussian cavalry.Then the Prussian cavalry translated it to them, and with the German reasoning ability of the cavalry squad, they immediately turned the joining of the sudden appearance of unknown origin into joining the army.

"We are here to ask to join you, but we are not here to join the army!" The scholar with sweat on his forehead looked like he was about to die with the students behind him.

I understood what he meant: "Do you want to be a follower of the army or not join the battle?"

"Yes, yes!" The scholar was delighted to see that I understood what they meant.

"Can you tell me the reason why you should join?"

"Support the development of science."

What?

I thought I didn't hear clearly: "What did you just say?"

"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gottlieb. I am currently working at the University of Nuremberg, and I am devoting myself to human research. This time I want to join your army as a follower mainly because I want to complete my research subjects Here are a few propositions."

Oh, it is a scholar who devotes himself to the cause of science in order to study knowledge.

"Can you tell me, which aspect of your research are you a scholar?"

"The inner workings of the human body."

oh.The internal functioning of the human body…

never heard of that.

"Can you talk about the definition of the internal functional operation of the human body?"

"This is a subject that I personally created after I studied abroad in Constantinople. Few people know about it. But according to my definition, the so-called internal functional operation of the human body is the study of human organs and their functions. For example, the heart Is it just a key organ to maintain the soul of the human body? Is it through the heart that we give our fingers the command to grab? Do we walk and speak by relying on..."

Well, I think I know that this guy is a real scholar. In this way, I am even more curious why they went to the army: "Since it is research, why do you have to join the army? Are you looking for asylum? Elsewhere Can't you do it?"

The guy named Gottlieb said embarrassedly, "This is the experience my assistant told me, because we have tried it in other places."

"Your assistant?"

"Mr. Harvey took three students to the battlefield in Ulm in the south to do research last month, and they were killed. They followed him, and they were all sent back in coffins." Among the students cried a young man.

I subconsciously said: "Austrians and French people are so disrespectful to intellectuals?"

"Actually, Harvey was doing field experiments on the edge of the battlefield..."

Uh... If you don't die, you won't die, but it is estimated that the scientific researcher named Harvey has realized the true meaning of this sentence at the cost of his life.

"I would like to ask, what exactly are your research and experiments going to do?"

"Oh, it's nothing. According to the research topic this time, we just want to find some hands and feet flying around on the battlefield to observe their blood flow. The best thing is to have a corpse that can be killed by us. Treat it as an experiment and dissect it. Well, one is not enough, it is better to have two or three..."

.......

I have a hunch that there are not a few perverts like Gottlieb in Germany.

Soon, reality confirmed that my thoughts were right.

There are really a lot of perverts popping up from all directions like mushrooms after rain.

If these perverts have nothing to do with me, then I will hang up high and take it as a joke, but the problem is that I can't treat all the perverts that appear as air, there is no way, they are too close to me, While being very close to me, I couldn't learn the three hundred Spartans and kick them all into the pit one by two, because they were all from Felicia.

We met with Ferretlia at the designated place. When I was going to learn about their situation with Ferretlia, this girl took me to her collection of "German Perverted Concentration Camp" like a treasure. inside.

In the "German Perverted Concentration Camp" where wigs and orchid fingers fly together, mouths and winks are all the same color, she pointed to a middle-aged German man with a red nose and said to me that if I allow her, she would like to hire him to go to the battlefield to seek Inspired artist to paint our wedding day.

After scrutinizing several paintings full of fat and fat buttocks, I got a black line on the spot: "Feretlia, you want our wedding memorial paintings to be full of this old and fat butt?"

"Don't you think this is very realistic?"

"Nimma, is your ass like this?"

"It's not true, but it's really realistic...Look, how soft and perfect the brilliance and color are!"

"They made it clear that the butt and thick waist are the stunts of fame. No matter how realistic you are, you can't make the butt and thick waist the theme of our wedding?"

"That's true, but it doesn't matter, he is just a candidate, here, this painter, he is also very good!"

I was taken to another "gentleman" painter she took in by Felicia. This master is a little better than the previous "gentleman" master who has serious aesthetic problems and only likes to paint buttocks and thick waists. Looking at the figures with their faces facing up, their mouths open, and their eyes turned white, I feel that the expressions of the characters in the paintings are perfectly expressed in the mouth of Ferretlia, as if they were drawn in the animation of ghosts and animals in the island country in the 21st century. The heroine, who is playing badly and showing a broken expression, will look more like a little saliva and white liquid.In other words, she wouldn't want to make me and her both have such a spoiled expression at our wedding?

Thinking of that scene, I couldn't help but shudder.

Afterwards, Felicia took me to meet many people, such as screaming singers, poets who recited all kinds of unimaginable poems, and playing with a super long eighteenth-century baton. Music conductor who looks like a Shaolin monk... I don't know if I should complain that it seems that this quasi-world war caused by France is destined to be an unfortunate war.Look at how long it's been since the fight started, all the messy monsters and ghosts have come out.Of course, I can also make complaints about the thoughts of the little woman in Felicia. It has only been a few months, and I have even found a team for playing and singing at the wedding... (to be continued...)