Crossing the Continent in the Eighteenth Century

Withdrawing the disdain I sent to Morris, I asked, "What shall we wear tonight?"

Morris said carelessly: "This is usually done by our etiquette officer for me. I don't know what to wear."

"It's the same for me. Things like dressing for a banquet are suggested by others, and then I adopt it." Konstan paused and said, "Besides, I didn't bring any personal clothes except for the military uniform."

"Then wear uniform. Oh, and armor." I'm in the same situation as both guys.

"No need, although our steel plates are not ugly, they still don't reflect my handsomeness like our military uniforms." This was Constance's voice.

"Shall I carry two more bombs?"

It was Morris' voice.

In the evening, joyful music resounded throughout the Elector's Palace in Dresden again after several months.

The food is rich, the lights are bright, with a little bit of enthusiasm, and there is a large group of beautifully dressed ladies and noble ladies. If you don't count the group of invaders from other countries, then tonight's dinner is just like the past. Hou dinner is about the same.

But in fact, tonight's dinner is indeed similar to the wonderful carnival dinner of the electors in the past, because the invader and the invaded in the same room stood in the hall and corridor as if they were all right.It's hard to imagine this group playing an inherently hostile role not so long ago.It's just that after we Romans arrived, the atmosphere of the whole dinner party became different.

Looking at the entire venue that fell silent, Constance was very tangled and attributed the fault to me: "It's you, everyone said not to wear armor, but you still wear it. It's all right now, and everyone is scared stupid."

"Isn't that good? We have to hold our heads up high, call this bastard's spirit and go in front of us." I walked in with my head held high.

Morris took it for granted: "The bastard's air! I can feel the strong breath every time I take a step."

"Please, your beriberi is called beriberi, not bastard! By the way, Nikis, where did you learn that word for bastard? I haven't figured it out for more than ten years." Constance finished complaining to Morris Just followed up, and then our group of more than 30 fully dressed Roman officers walked into the banquet hall together.

This made the nobles standing in the space involuntarily retreat to the side.Since it was night, candlesticks were lit on every table, and the candles flickered.The scenes reflected the facial expressions of the people present, fear, disdain, contempt, surprise and anger.

"Look. That's the guy who slaughtered tens of thousands of people by the river!"

"And he burned West Saxony to ashes!"

"My manor and my things were taken away by this villain!"

He stared at the aunt who spoke first.The aunt immediately shut her mouth.Eyes moved to the other side.I glanced around and took in all the expressions in the eyes of the nobles present. I am very satisfied with the effect of my armor. You must know that there are still bullet marks and knife marks on it.

"Welcome to our feast, my Roman friend."

Surrounded by a group of people, the Austrian nobleman walked up with a muscular middle-aged man with a fat face.

"Hey, why are you all wearing military uniforms and helmets?"

Squinting my eyes, I looked at this robust middle-aged man, just looking at the material and tailoring of his clothes, and at the marshal's scepter in his hand.I think I know who he is.

The Austrian noble introduced: "This is His Majesty the Elector of Saxony."

"Then this must be the Roman who escaped from my siege, Your Excellency Nikephoros?" Augustus, King of Power, challenged him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Yes." I didn't seem to hear the sarcasm of King August II, "but it seems that Your Excellency the Elector is not as capable as I am, and failed to escape from the siege of our coalition forces."

Grinning, I saw the flesh on August II's face tremble.

"The behavior of His Majesty the Elector was to conduct peace talks in a gentlemanly manner, and then let the Austrians settle in! Didn't you see that His Majesty the Elector is still entertaining you in his palace tonight?" The surrender was whitewashed, which made King August II feel good about raising his head and chest, "Unlike Your Excellency, you don't follow the rules of war at all! It's not civilized at all! Hey, don't you know that helmets are worn at banquets?" Is armor a very polite behavior?"

"It's not only uncivilized at all, it's not gentlemanly at all! You know, he attacked the nobles and ransacked the manor, but he even attacked the women!"

A sharp cry sounded from the corner. Turning my head, I caught a nobleman who could only be described as "beautiful".

A face with foundation and red cheeks, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a white flower, no, I am too elegant, how can I use flowers!

"Oh my God, it's really scary!"

"That's right, they attacked the nobles!"

"I didn't expect the Roman Empire to be so barbaric!"

At this time, King August II waved his hand to signal the nobles of Saxony to keep quiet. He walked up and raised his eyelids, and said, "As you can see, my subjects are very impressed with what you have done in West Saxony. Shameless. You know, even if it is a war, you must have grace. Just like me now, even though I am defeated, as the master of Saxony, I still open my door and hold a banquet to welcome you. In the same way, even if Your Excellency Coming from Rome, I also hope that your army is full of grace! Otherwise, where there is no law in this world, where there are rules!"

I amused King Gili's weird logical thinking: "Then I don't know what the Elector Your Excellency means?"

Perhaps it was my inquiry that made King Gili misunderstand that I was giving in. He said arrogantly: "Return all the wealth confiscated by your army, guarantee that you will not attack the nobles of Saxony in the future, and maintain enough respect for every noble of Saxony! "

King Geli's request was strongly supported by the Saxon nobles.

"bass!"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed spread throughout the dinner hall, and behind me, the Romans, including Constans, drew half of their swords.

The clamoring hall immediately fell silent.

"What do you want to do, this is the palace of the Elector of Saxony!"

Staring coldly at the screaming Saxon nobleman, I said: "This is the palace of the Saxony elector, and please don't forget. Although the Austrians controlled Dresden, the Roman army But I controlled half of Saxony! Since I can reduce West Saxony to ashes, then East Saxony is also no problem!!!”

Many Saxon nobles swallowed while shrinking their necks.

"You can't do that!" several Saxon nobles shouted.

Looking at those idiots, I sneered and said, "Why not?"

"It's not in style, it's not in line with the rules of war!"

"Demeanor and code? Romans, tell these Saxons, what is our code of war, Article 37 of the Imperial Legion Code of Conduct!"

"War is killing, and the enemy must be killed. Pierce them in the belly and hit them in the gut"

"You can slaughter, you can rob, you can destroy, you can use all means to destroy! But there can be no sympathy and kindness! The enemy's people. Those who stand in my way, kill! The enemy's nobles. Those who stand in my way. Kill! The enemy's king, Those who stand in my way, kill!"

We Romans are so noble and glamorous.

Whenever we uttered a kill word, the skin under King Geli's eyes twitched.

Finally, the old Duke Caprara, the chief officer of the Austrians, came out.He saw that a good banquet was about to be closed, so he appeared in a hurry.Smooth the field for the cold field.Then let the Saxon orchestra change to a passionate tune, so that everyone can dance together and ease the atmosphere.

I don't know whether the Austrians were intentional or unintentional. The nobles in the audience were either Saxons or Austrians.These two forces have such a deep prejudice against Rome, and if they tell us to go down to dance ballroom dancing, isn't that obviously asking us to make a fool of ourselves?

The Prussians are on our side, but they have women?

There is a large group of old men, the wife of the Prince of Dessau in her 40s is not counted.

The Prince of Dessau has sent his eldest son, not only to save us from embarrassment, but also to make their position known.

Collectively standing aside, we watched as the Austrians and Saxons began to hook up with women like nothing else at the party.

"Look at those Romans, one or two are like shrinking turtles." It was the Saxon nobleman who first spoke for the Saxon elector. He actually chose a position very close to us, and satirized us on the side.

"What a shrinking turtle, he commanded our Roman and Prussian coalition forces to defeat Karl XII! You have the ability, you go and challenge the Swedish king!" It was still the Prussian ally, and it turned out to be Prince Dessau's Second son, Dietrich.

"Winned Karl XII, King of Sweden? As a party, I tell you that that damned Roman stepped over the corpses of our Prussian nobles! Do you know that at the height of the battle, he sent cavalry from us Raid from behind!" The person who said this was actually a Prussian nobleman.

"Oh my God, it's so shameful! It seems that he was able to defeat the Swedes without force!"

A group of Saxon nobles and Austrian nobles were immediately shocked and expressed their desire to hear more about this.

Those manor Junkers who I stabbed in the back immediately described the whole battle process excitedly as that their fierce fighting gave the entire coalition the upper hand, but when they temporarily retreated due to too few numbers, they were attacked by the Romans. Hit with cavalry from behind.

"That's right, I don't know who is on the battlefield, and was crushed by the Swedish cavalry!"

"The Romans all retreated when they were fighting on the front line! You are almost the same!"

Not long after, Moritz, the youngest son of Prince Dessau, ran over with a slightly flustered expression. He said, "Hey, friends in Rome, I heard that the Saxons and Austrians are going to give you some flair at the banquet!"

I looked at him embarrassingly, was that scene just a color?

"They want to deliberately prevent people from dancing with you! Then, use this dinner to spread your notoriety!"

"That's it?" I was a little speechless, and the group of people next to me didn't even have any expressions.

Moritz was surprised by our reaction: "It seems like this, aren't you nervous? It's about your reputation!"

"Fame? You mean, if those guys don't let women dance with us, our reputation will decline? What kind of logical thinking is this?" Morris was a little puzzled.

"My God, not having a partner at a party means being very unattractive, embarrassing, and will be made fun of later!"

"It's really naive." I was completely speechless to the group of Saxon nobles, they wanted to defeat us through this?

Constance said: "I feel the same way." (To be continued...)