The French hussars visited here in the evening and knocked on the door of the town's church.
The rural parish priest is usually also the village doctor, and is probably the only person in such a small village who knows how to treat wounds.
The cavalrymen brought in La Salle, who had a wounded shoulder, and asked the priest to treat the wound.
**
La Salle cried out: "Holy shit! This thing really hurts!"
The hussar who was pouring liquor into La Salle's arm immediately stopped.
Lasalle said angrily: "Don't stop! Didn't you hear what you said? You must wash the wound thoroughly!"
Hussar: "I haven't heard of it. In fact, I haven't met you a few times. I just joined the revolutionary army not long ago."
"Okay now I'm telling you, so keep pouring and don't care what I'm yelling about!"
The hussar continued to pour wine on La Salle's arm, and then stopped after thoroughly washing away the blood around the wound.
Then he reluctantly licked the transparent liquid flowing down the bottle, with an intoxicated expression on his face: "It's such a good wine. It's hard to drink this kind of strong wine!"
Human brewing technology also gradually advanced with the development of productivity. In 1793, spirits were still a rarity, and the wine sold in pubs usually only had ten or twenty degrees.
La Salle glared at him and said angrily: "Look at your potential, yet you still lick and drink like a sissy. Give it to me!"
As he spoke, Lazarus grabbed the bottle with his uninjured hand and took a big sip.
“Really exciting, good wine!”
"Boss, isn't this just for treating injuries?"
"It's for healing, but who dares to have any objection 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 done."
"Excuse me!" La Salle stood up and turned to look at his subordinates who were crowded into the church. "The horses outside are probably full. Let's go play with the Austrian cavalry again!"
Adjutant: "It's night now, they should go down to camp, right?"
"Of course it's good to go down to camp, so that Berthier will have one more night to react." La Salle curled his lips, "What I'm afraid of is that he won't react at all. No matter what, let's do our own thing. Even if Bell
Thiès is defeated, and we can slip back to Paris. Until then, let us do our duty and set off!"
The hussars who filled the room stood up one after another.
They all looked miserable, and the beautiful Dorman was covered in blood and dirt, just like their faces.
The priest looked at them and said, "Is France going to lose the war? If it loses, will His Majesty the King come back?"
Lazarus turned his head and stared at the priest: "Okay, you turned out to be a royalist! Do you know whose army we are? We are the savior of France, the founder of the Republic, the leader of the four giants of the Jacobins, and the centenary.
The victorious forces of General Andy Frost!"
The priest was almost frightened to death. From the moment La Salle began to read Frost's title, he made the sign of the cross and shouted "Oh my God".
La Salle: "He issued 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 and said that the King was coming back?
"Go to hell! As long as Frost is here, the king will never come back! Absolutely not!"
After Lasalle finished speaking, the old priest knelt down and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you are right, if you can't come back, you will never come back!"
La Salle continued: "Not only will the king not come back, Frost will also fight to Austria to capture the culprit and send him to the guillotine in the Revolution Square!"
Old priest: "Oh my God, this is terrible."
Some hussars shouted: "Kill him! Let him go to heaven first to serve as a front line for Louis XVI and his Austrian ladies!"
La Salle pursed his lips, stared at the priest for a few seconds, and shook his head: "No, he bandaged it for me after all. I will not retaliate, even if he is a royalist. When we finish the war, there will be a special commissioner to deal with it."
These Rejection priests."
After speaking, Lazarus turned and left the church.
The hussars filed away after him, leaving only the old priest who was still kneeling on the ground shivering.
**
At dawn, the 66th Infantry Brigade, which had been marching all night, finally saw the church steeple of Babi Village appearing on the horizon.
The brigade elder Dumas (I think the giant Dumas is more in line with the amusing atmosphere of this book, but everyone seems to prefer the more legitimate title of the elder Dumas, so I changed it) shouted loudly: "It's right in front! It looks so good.
We'll be there in about an hour's walk! Hurry! Go at full speed!"
The French soldiers, who had already exhausted their energy, once again increased their speed.
Dumas Lao: "Musicians! Let's play some powerful drums! Come on, we're just missing the last bit!"
In this era, in order to keep the pace of the whole team during the march, there would be musicians playing music all the time. In fact, music played the role of "one, two, one".
But after a day and a night of hard work, the musicians of the 66th Brigade were so exhausted that they could hardly lift their hands.
Although Dumas shouted so, the marching music did not become exciting.
Dumas: "Damn! Forget it, I'll sing!"
Then Dumas began to sing in a hoarse voice: "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 Marseillaise, which has been renamed "Ode to Rome", has an inspiring effect that is unquestionable.
After Dumas opened his voice, he clearly felt that the soldiers' energy and spirit had improved.
Many soldiers sang along.
Even the drumbeats of the military musicians became more energetic.
The group of people walked faster and faster, as if the fatigue before was just a boring lie.
Dumas sang the Marseillaise over and over again. When he could hardly sing anymore, the vanguard of the army shouted: "We're here! There are no enemies!"
The troops entered Babi Village.
Some villagers heard the Marseillaise and opened their doors to see what was going on.
Immediately afterwards, several people on horseback held torches and ran along the village road approaching the troops: "What kind of troops are you?"
"We are the 66th Infantry Brigade, and we have been ordered to garrison in Babi Village. Who are you?" the voice of the sergeant in the van floated in the wind.
Dumas pinched the horse's belly and urged it forward: "I am the commander of the 66th Infantry Brigade. Which section are you in?"
The few people who came looked at Dumas and exclaimed: "Oh my god, why do you have no head?"
Dumas grinned, showing his white teeth: "Now do you see my head?"
"Damn, you are really dark."
Dumas said impatiently: "Which part do you belong to?"
"We are at the transfer station in Babi Village. I am the commander of the station. We did not receive an order saying that troops would be stationed there. What happened?"
"About 20,000 enemy troops are coming to Babi Village, and this place will soon become a battlefield." Old Dumas paused, "My troops need to rest, so you have to use all the young laborers in the military station and the village."
Get started and build a position around the village!"
Several people in the military station 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 person 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. He knows how to build fortresses. He must know military engineering."