The ox cart soon arrived in front of another group of scribes.
"Hello," An Ning paid a little attention to the wording, "I and my...my boss, Marquis Tollestaire, are here to register..."
Logically speaking, it should say "my master" here, but An Ning was stunned and did not say the word master.
After all, An Ning is a modern person, and he comes from a country where "princes, generals, and Xiang Ning are kind". When he bows his head and calls a foreign little master, An Ning feels more resistant than he expected.
Fortunately, the clerk in charge of the registration didn't pay much attention to An Ning's stuttering. He looked down at his noteboard and suddenly his expression changed: "You mean His Excellency, Marquis Tollestaire?"
An Ning nodded: "Yes."
"Great, General Carnegie is looking for the Marquis. Is it convenient for the Marquis now? The General wants to see him."
"Uh, Your Majesty the Marquis..." An Ning was about to reply. Young Master Crotz, who had been sleeping just now, sat up, raised his hands and stretched out.
When An Ning saw him raising his hands, he thought he was giving a habitual French military salute.
There is no way, people who come from the era of everyone's milk law, some habits cannot be changed at once.
After yawning, Crotz noticed the registrar in front of him, and he immediately said excitedly: "I am Warrant Officer Crotz de Tolestel, and I can continue to fight! Please enroll me in
Infantry!"
An Ning's heart skipped a beat. He didn't want to be thrust into the line of infantry and charge at the front line, so he reflexively wanted to interrupt Crotz's words.
However, the secretary shook his head: "No, Your Majesty the Marquis, I'm afraid we can't let you join our infantry. Your Majesty the General is waiting for you."
Crotz looked very disappointed and muttered: "My father must have sent him a letter..."
An Ning listened calmly, praying in her heart that General Carnegie would send Mr. Marquis - or Miss Marquis back to Paris.
Clerk: "Corporal Yule, take them to see the general."
A corporal saluted the clerk, then turned to the bullock cart: "This way, please."
Crotz stood up on the bullock cart and jumped to the ground with a slight jump, but he lost his balance and almost fell.
An Ning, who got out of the car first, quickly stepped forward to support him, and her hands naturally wrapped around his waist.
This made him feel more and more that Crotz was a woman, because the waist was a bit too thin.
Crotz: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." After An Ning confirmed that Crotz was standing firmly, he withdrew his hand.
Corporal Jules lowered his head and glanced at Crotz's stockings, and couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty the Marquis, it seems that you have suffered a lot."
Crotz's stockings and tights were already dirty, especially the white stockings. If they were any dirtier, they would be black stockings.
Crotz smiled and said: "Fortunately, thanks to my follower Andy who is very capable."
An Ning nodded. He didn't mind if Crozier praised him more. In this way, he would have secured his position as a follower and could send him all the way back to the Duke.
While they were talking, two French soldiers stepped forward and ordered the old farmer who brought An Ning and the others: "You can leave now and turn around!"
The old farmer looked at the French soldiers with a puzzled look.
An Ning hurriedly stepped forward and said in German: "You can leave now, thank you very much."
The old farmer nodded, then clasped his hands together: "I wish you good luck."
An Ning couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, thinking that this old farmer would just help the invading army, and also said to the enemy that I wish you good luck.
Sure enough, the current German national consciousness has not yet awakened, and war is only a matter for nobles.
After the old farmer drove the ox cart away, the secretary gave An Ning a thumbs up: "You speak German well."
Kreutz: "Right, I also think he speaks German very well."
The clerk looked at Crotz in confusion: "Uh... isn't he an entourage of the Duke's family?"
The implication is that you have no idea how well your attendant speaks German?
Crotz: "This... entourage was chosen by my father, and I didn't know it beforehand."
"That's it." The secretary curled his lips, as if he no longer wanted to worry about these details, "Let's go quickly, don't keep the general waiting. He ordered us early this morning to confirm whether there is anyone named Tolestoy among the defeated troops.
It’s yours.”
Crotz pursed his lips: "Okay, lead the way, Corporal."
The corporal named Yule nodded: "Come this way. You may still have to walk some distance."
**
Under the guidance of Corporal Yuler, An Ning and Crotz walked a long way and climbed up the hillside where the French army was setting up defenses. Then their vision suddenly opened up.
On the other side of the hillside is a large French army camp.
In this era, the army had to camp, unlike later armies who would stay overnight in ordinary people's homes.
Because of the need to camp, a large part of the army in this era was baggage personnel.
For example, an infantry regiment in the French army has three battalions, and one of the battalions will serve as a reserve battalion, mainly responsible for chores such as setting up camp, and sometimes responsible for guarding camp tents.
The French army, which was restructured after the Revolution, did not have to camp in the homeland to fight, but stayed in the homes of fellow villagers. As a result, it had unparalleled mobility and was able to defeat the armies of the European feudal lords at that time.
Corporal Yule took An Ning and Crotz to the door of a tent with a general's flag at the door, and shouted a report.
A slow response came from the tent: "Come in."
The corporal then opened the curtain of the tent and got in, loudly reporting: "Your Excellency, the General, His Excellency the Marquis of Torestale is outside the tent."
"Oh?" An Ning heard a surprised response from the tent, "Really? Great, let him in quickly."
The corporal immediately lifted the tent door: "Your Excellency, please come in."
Crotz entered the tent with a reserved look, and An Ning slipped in after him, acting like a loyal guard as much as possible.
General Carnegie was a short man, with a delicate little vest coming out of his open military uniform.
Although it is still morning, His Excellency the General has already put on his white wig, looking like a dressed-up toy tin soldier.
He glanced at Crotz and immediately raised his voice: "Mr. Marquis, it seems that your condition is really bad. Those Prussian country bumpkins didn't even let go of your wig."
Only then did An Ning notice that Crotz was not wearing a noble wig.
Presumably, Crotz crawled out from the pile of corpses, and most of the decorations and luxury goods related to the nobles were thrown away.
Crotz looked a little embarrassed: "Yes, as you can see, I am a little embarrassed. But I am ready to go to the battlefield again..."
"Where are your saber and pistol?" the general interrupted Crotz and asked again.
An Ning quickly took off his saber and pistol and handed them to the general: "Here they are!"
Crotz: "Well, I encountered an attack by bandits. They were looting our fallen soldiers on the battlefield. Andy defeated them!"
General Carnegie: "With your knife and gun? Where's his own gun?"
An Ning thought to herself, I don’t have a gun, I’m just a drummer.
An Ning: "Report to the general, I was knocked down by a cannonball, and the gun was dropped at that time!"
General Carnegie nodded, then gently pushed away the saber and pistol that An Ning handed over: "Take these, you have protected your master very well."
An Ning took back the knife and gun.
Crotz took a step forward and said to the general with a slightly trembling voice: "General! Please allow me to join your infantry unit, I..."
An Ning thought goodbye, I don't want to go back to that hell!
General Carnegie shook his head and interrupted Crotz: "No, no, I received a letter from your father, His Excellency Duke Louis de Tolestel. Your Excellency hopes that I will send you to him immediately after I find you."
Go back to Paris."
An Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he couldn't help but inwardly complain about the Duke's full name.
An Ning remembered his original time and place. Before the Revolution, the Duke of Orleans should have been named Louis de Philippe. After the Revolution, as an enlightened nobleman who was inclined to revolution, he decided to change himself to a more revolutionary name, and changed his name to Philippe Equality.
That's right, the Duke of Orleans has had the surname "Equality" from that time on.
I wonder if Mr. Tolestell will also change his surname to "Equality" in this parallel time and space.
While An Ning was complaining in his heart, General Carnegie stared at Crotz and said: "So I can't let you join my army. I will send a hundred cavalry to escort you back to Paris."