192 Marshal? My elder brother wants to be a Caesar, so I don't like you as a Marshal?
Condoré was frightened: "What? What do you mean?"
La Salle: "Why, your French is not good and you can't understand what I'm saying?"
"No, I understand, I mean..."
"You understand what I mean?" La Salle looked at Condoré in surprise, "Are there any particularly difficult-to-understand terms in my words? Even if you don't understand me, you should understand the action of throwing gloves.
Bar?"
Condoré: "No, I...I am a civilized person and I will not participate in such rude activities."
Lasalle laughed heartily, and after laughing, he snatched back his gloves: "Forget it, fighting with a guy like you is an insult to my reputation."
Condorei breathed a sigh of relief, his whole expression relaxed.
Then at this moment, La Salle pulled 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."
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Although Condoré was tied up and unable to move, he could express his feelings through urine. A small water stain appeared on his crotch, and then expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
La Salle originally had a serious and murderous look on his face, but when he saw this scene he laughed again. While laughing, he took back his knife and said, "I have changed my mind. Send a waste like you back to Emperor Shinra, who may be a more powerful person."
A good idea. Killing a loser like you would harm my reputation."
Marshal Beaulieu, who witnessed the whole process, commented: "Condoret, you really should 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 nobility.
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Condorei looked disgusted: "I was threatened! He threatened me!"
Beaulieu turned to Lasalle and said, "Can you please not take this loser elsewhere? I don't want to see him near my cell."
La Salle: "Of course, no problem. Why do you want such a person to be your chief of staff?"
Beaulieu shook his head helplessly: "This is the condition of our country's freedom as a free country. Among my subordinates, only Vukcevich is worthy of use."
La Salle: "Really? Then you won't complain if you lose. Come on, I think 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 each other, Marshal Beaulieu took off his marshal's scepter, held it with both hands and stretched it forward.
An Ning took the scepter and began to look at it happily - it was indeed something from Shinra, with a luxurious feature.
An Ning's fingers were dancing on the two-headed eagle carved on the head of the scepter, looking like she was intoxicated.
Berthier was coughing crazily at first, but An Ning ignored it. Finally, 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 that how it should be? Don't you just need to return the sword and you can keep the rest?"
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 for a drink.
So he was ready to hand back the sword. Unfortunately, the marshal didn't give him the sword. He handed over the marshal's staff first.
This marshal's staff was so beautiful, so An Ning thought about collecting it.
Berthier was speechless: "Well...it's not a big problem if you want to stay, it just makes everyone have some negative opinions about you."
An Ning: "Forget it then. Sorry, Marshal Beaulieu, I saw that the marshal's staff was a little out of control. As you know, after the Great Revolution, France abolished the rank of marshal."
Beaulieu: "That's really a pity. Otherwise, with your military merits, you would definitely have obtained the rank of marshal. You should be the greatest military strategist of our time. I am willing to bow down to you."
As soon as Beaulieu finished speaking, Napoleon spoke: "Marshal? Are you kidding me, old gentleman! Your Excellency Andy, General Frost, wants to be a Caesar!"
When An Ning heard Napoleon's words, his scalp went numb.
Damn it, is it possible that the next script will have Napoleon helping me up?
No, it's impossible. For someone with such great ambitions as Napoleon, he definitely wanted to do it himself.
But then An Ning thought of it. Although Caesar was called Caesar the Great, in fact Caesar never recognized himself as king until his death. When he was stabbed to death by Brutus' men, his position was dictator for life.
Is this the future scenario? Then Napoleon takes Octavian's place?
An Ning thought of this and suddenly remembered that he had a plug-in. With this plug-in in hand, if he wanted to imitate Brutus and stab himself to death, he still needed some skills.
Okay, okay...
Napoleon: "Your Excellency? What's wrong with you?"
Only then did An Ning realize that he was distracted. He hurriedly coughed a few times to cover it up, and then solemnly returned the marshal's staff in his hand to Marshal Beaulieu.
Beaulieu: "Thank you for your generosity. I will retire and return to my hometown. I will no longer participate in military operations against France in my life. I swear by my family crest!"
An Ning nodded: "We believe you."
This was a common practice in this era. After capturing a noble officer, he made him swear not to participate in military operations against his country, and then released him after collecting a ransom.
Speaking of this European tradition, it is also related to the Italian military commanders. There was a period of noble war in Europe, which was 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 mercenary captains to fight in their wars.
Once cornered, Italian captains would persuade their employers to surrender gracefully and pay a ransom.uuReading www.uukanshu.com
Therefore, many wars in the Middle Ages actually did not kill many people. There were so many nobles in Europe. According to the frequency of their wars, those who did die would have been extinct long ago.
In his "Direction of War", Fuller called the European war during this period the Italian Captain's War.
But this kind of aristocratic warfare has long been unfeasible in modern times. Specifically, it has been unfeasible since the Hussite Wars.
A large number of nobles died in the war. The war, like the Black Death, weakened the feudal lords and promoted the Renaissance and Enlightenment ideas.
But in some places, you can still see some traces of the aristocratic war.
At this moment, An Ning's return of Marshal Beaulieu's scepter can be regarded as a trace.
An Ning: "Take the marshal to rest, I still have to deal with Wumzer."
Beaulieu hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Marshal Wurmser moved?"
An Ning answered truthfully: "Our cavalry discovered Marshal Wumser's troops on both sides of Lake Garda. However, there has just been heavy snow in the direction of the Alps, so Wumser's troops will not advance too fast."
Beaulieu looked dejected and sighed: "Hey, as long as I stick to it for a few more days...that's all, let's not mention it. I wish you good luck."
An Ning: "You can't win a war by relying on good luck. But thank you anyway."