Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

Along the way, regardless of whether the Roman soldiers encountered were safe or not, they all raised their hands to me.

In the open area where the prisoners were concentrated, the infantry of the mustache regiments of several companies held muskets, and stared at the thousands of prisoners of war beside several shotguns.

The captives were divided into two groups. Those dressed in ordinary clothes were either sitting on the ground in a disheveled state, or they were stunned and wandering in silence. There were also wounded soldiers lying on the ground moaning non-stop, while the soldiers next to him were groaning. They comforted and took care of them in a low voice, while the other group looked around nonchalantly and stood far away.

That group of people looked like French nobles in their dress and clothes. They didn't stay with their soldiers, and formed a small group away from the soldiers.

In the face of muzzle and cannon, they stubbornly maintained the glory they recognized.

With their chins raised and their chests straight, they stared proudly at the soldiers guarding them.It seems that these gentlemen from Versailles were not happy to be locked up with ordinary soldiers.

When these proud French officials saw us coming, they began to blow their beards and stare at the soldiers around them, as if they were still in the French camp where they could make themselves powerful.

"Back! Back!"

The soldiers from Germany shouted loudly, but most of the judges did not understand German. They ignored the guards' orders at all, and they were still shouting and pushing.

"Back! If you don't back up, I'm going to shoot!"

Several Roman officers warned loudly in French and Greek, and drew their sabers.

Several judges who could understand Greek began to retreat, but those officers who could not understand German and Greek were still yelling.

"Bah, bah, bah..." There was a clear gunshot.

The sound of pistol shots did not ease the Frenchman's actions.

Then an officer raised his saber.

"Ahhhh!!!"

All the French prisoners of war were terrified by the sudden screams.They stood up and looked towards the place where the cry sounded.Those French nobles seemed to have seen some unbelievable scene, standing there like a log, looking at the muzzle of the nearby gun with fear in their eyes.

I saw a Frenchman lying in a pool of blood, and beside him was a broken arm.

"Stand back!" An officer put down the saber facing the sky and pointed it at the officers.

The officers hadn't recovered from the fright, and they were still standing there at a loss.

"Bah, bah, bah..." This time, several officers of the Fifth Spartan Legion fired their guns at the ground, and the bullets hit the ground in front of the officers' feet.Dust splattered.

This time, the French nobles finally understood what the guards wanted them to do. When they saw the muskets lowered and aimed at them, they began to scramble to retreat.

"It's really cheap."

I walked over as if nothing had happened, and the judges who had just calmed down became agitated again.But this time, they didn't rush forward in unison.Instead, representatives were sent.

A magistrate came out from behind the crowd.The officer looked to be in his thirties, with a well-crafted mustache and a very neat wig. The coat of the military uniform was torn by shrapnel, and a snow-white silk shirt could be seen underneath.He walked over pretending to be calm, but secretly squinted at the soldiers who pointed their guns at him.He stopped when he saw that the guard's face was turning bad.

After the officer stood up, he saluted me very elegantly, but I didn't return the salute at all.

The French noble was startled, and then he spoke: "Your Excellency, on behalf of all the captured French nobles, I hereby strongly protest against your treatment of the nobles of the French Kingdom, and I ask you to give us the treatment commensurate with our titles .Besides, I implore you to punish severely the soldier who injured a noble French nobleman."

"Punishment? Wait, I want to know what's going on. What's going on?" I asked deliberately in French at this moment, and then asked in Greek, "What's going on?"

The officer in charge of guarding quickly stood at attention and reported, "Report Your Highness! These prisoners of war are dishonest. I warned them, but they didn't listen, so I did it."

"Your name and title, sir."

The Frenchman on the opposite side was stunned before he said: "Jean de Benoit, Count of the Kingdom of France, Major of the Army's Paris Guard Corps."

"Oh, Count Benoit of France, then those behind you are all partners with the same title as you?"

"No, they're just barons and viscounts."

"So, your Excellency is the one with the highest title among the captives?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, Count Benoit, please tell me again what your request is?"

The French said still unyieldingly: "Your Excellency, on behalf of all the captured French nobles, I hereby strongly protest against your treatment of the nobles of the French Kingdom. I ask you to give us the treatment commensurate with our titles. In addition, I implore you to punish severely the soldier who injured a noble French nobleman."

"You, a count of France, asked me, a member of Caesar's royal family of the Roman Empire, to publicly punish my soldiers in our Roman army? Sir, do you think I should praise you for your bravery, or should I laugh at your stupidity?" I After the sarcasm, seeing the sweat on the forehead of the Frenchman opposite him, panic flashed in his eyes.

"But I am a glorious French nobleman!"

"French nobles, you have the face to mention that you are nobles! I feel ashamed of myself when I think that I am in this class. You know, you don't deserve the title of nobles! You are a bunch of trash, idiots, a group of people who do nothing but eat and drink You're just a piece of trash who doesn't know anything, you're not even as good as the civilians over there."

"Your Excellency, you have captured us, but you cannot insult us! I demand a duel!" That Benoit was very excited.

"Insult? Don't you think idiots and trash are used to describe your behavior today? When the battle is in your favor, you foolishly run out of the position and attack us. When our soldiers What are you doing when you attack? What are you doing when your soldiers need someone to command you when you attack? What are you doing when your soldiers face our cavalry and need to regroup?"

Several questions were thrown in a row, and I answered them one by one: "When we were attacking, you hid behind your soldiers! When your soldiers defeated my attacking troops, you ran away for success. Go out of position and ignore the soldiers behind you. When my cavalry passed, when your soldiers needed your encouragement the most, when your soldiers continued to resist, you abandoned them and ran out of the battlefield first You are running away! You abandoned your soldiers and fled shamelessly. This is the nobleman you speak of! I have fought for two years, and this is the first time I have seen such a stupid nobleman."

"Slander! Total slander!!! I have been fighting until the last moment for the glorious, great kingdom of France!" The French nobles were very angry,

"Fighting?! This is the first time I've heard of such a shameless self-defense! If you are still fighting, then sir, what are you doing here now? The people who are really fighting are those on my legs, on my soldiers People with scars on their bodies, and those people either retreated with your Grand Prince Condé, or they are already lying on the battlefield on that side. Sir, do you think I am wrong in saying this? Do you know that in this battle, you There is no need to lose, but it is precisely because you, who have listened to someone's nonsense, launched a charge without authorization, that you gave us the victory!"

"So, you idiots have to figure out your identities now, you are our prisoners of war now. It's not that I don't treat nobles accordingly, but first you have to prove that you are nobles!"

"But... yes."

"Soldiers of the Fifth Spartan Legion, here today, I also want to make it clear that I will never allow anyone to exist like this group of idiots! I will not allow idiots who only know how to do things! I will never allow There are such people who don’t care about the life and death of their own soldiers for the sake of their own military exploits! I don’t allow the existence of officers who abandon their soldiers and run away alone! Obey orders and fight to the last moment. This is what I ask of you. Whoever dares to violate the above two rules, I will make him pay a heavy price! Do you understand?"

"Understood, Your Highness!" The officers raised their hands excitedly and shouted, as did the officers at the side.

I gave a salute to the soldiers with a nod and a salute, and then I went over and said to the Frenchman: "You are lucky, because we have to hurry, so you are released! Go back, tell This news, my companions, if, if you are really a nobleman, a brave nobleman, then return to the command of the Prince of Condé, take up arms, wait for us, and defend your honor!" (to be continued.. )

ps: In the first two chapters, in order to be more in line with the character of Constance, the supporting actress, I modified it... If you are interested, you can go back and read it, thank you for your support.