The war scenes that he had experienced passed by the Marshal's eyes. He had never been afraid of anything in his life, and had he ever fought such a cowardly war?

And legal publicity is destined to be the darkest moment in McMahon's life!

Those veterans who had fought with him were his brothers and nephews. When he was the division commander, these soldiers were young men in their twenties.

More than 20 years have passed, and the young men who accompanied him in Crimea to charge towards the Tsarist Russian army with bayonets have already grown hair and their youth is gone.

Life is forty years, who has a few forty years?

At that moment, Mark Mahon suddenly felt a very serious frustration, and he began to deny himself and everything he did.

Is what I do really just? What kind of future will I bring to this world, this country, and these soldiers?

They are all over forty and are still an ordinary soldier. It is already good that they can get into the platoon leader, but they are promoted all the way to the marshal and duke of the empire!

Is it really fair to them? Today's war that will surely be defeated, will they still have to die and make meaningless sacrifices just to exchange for a war to promote peace?

Are there any mistakes in my strategy? What is to promote harmony with war? It is just to use the lives of these veterans to delay time and use the most cruel killing to exchange for the emperor's survival!

No, no...I can't think so. What I have to do now is for France. I am trying to protect my motherland!

The veterans looked at the marshal's face and remained silent. Suddenly, a veteran asked, "Marrior! What is the point of fighting like this? What is the purpose of?"

"You said you should use war to promote peace? I am forty-five years old and I have been fighting for half my life. Where is the peace? I just want to know if I will have a chance to die in my bed at home in the future!"

This problem is shared by all veterans, and all the soldiers present turned their attention to McMahon1

The marshal knew that if he did not give his brothers a reasonable explanation today, the morale of the army would not be maintained at all, and it would be impossible to persevere until nightfall.

McMahon did not speak out of the style of a marshal, but sat beside the soldiers. In the distance were the roar of Prussian cannons and the shouts of soldiers.

"Who can die on the bed? I can't answer you this question, because even I can't guarantee that I can die on the bed..."

"I can only tell you with regret that most of us will not die on the bed, but will die on the battlefield!"

Listening to the Marshal's words, the officers behind him were shocked and wanted to stop him, but no one dared to speak. They thought to themselves, "Why is the Marshal saying depressed words at this time? Is there still a relapse if his morale is not encouraging?"

McMahon didn't have time to pay attention to the expressions of these subordinates. He glanced at the soldiers in front of him and said calmly, "I don't know everyone's future. I'm not a prophet, but I can at least tell you today... who we are fighting for!"

"Is it for this empire? Is it for our emperor? It used to be, but it is no longer now. We are fighting for our motherland at this moment!"

"What is the motherland? The motherland is the place where we still love no matter how emperors and generals perform in turn!"

"What is France? France is a spirit, and it is the beacon of the entire European world!"

"Think about how our ancestors lived before the Great Revolution? Church, feudal aristocrats, kings... They tried hard to squeeze our ancestors, they squeezed every grain of our food, so that we would always live in extreme poverty!"

"Once a famine occurs, the whole village will be starved to death. When the plague comes, the entire town will be burned by the king's army, and no women or children can escape!"

"We have nothing, we can't even protect our own wives and children... It's hard for you to imagine! In fact, a hundred years ago, the feudal lords had the right to first night in many rural areas in France!"

"Your lover, you have to give it to the lord to sleep first! If you are insulted, you must be grateful, because at least the lord just slept with her instead of killing her!"

"What kind of world is that? What kind of environment did your ancestors live in? Have you all forgotten?"

"I can tell you that although I am the marshal of the empire, I am still the Duke of Majinta! But I can tell you that my ancestors were not very noble!"

"Yes, my family does have aristocratic blood, and British aristocratic blood, but we are Irish descendants of the James Party!"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the soldiers present whispered together. They never expected that the Marshal's family would have such a history.

The James Party was very unfamiliar to modern people like Xiao Letian, but in the European continent at that time, people with a little bit of culture knew what they represented.

Because the James Party originated from the glorious revolution in Britain!

At that time, the British bourgeois parliament launched a glorious revolution, overthrew James II, and endorsed James II's daughter Mary II and her husband William of Orange, the Dutch ruler!

After the Co-Prosperity Revolution, Britain gradually embarked on the path of constitutional monarchy, which was definitely a big event for Europeans!

After James II was bombarded away, many supporters in the UK followed him to European countries such as France, and this group of people was called the James Party!

The final result of these people was of course miserable. James II did not restore the throne in the end, and these descendants of the James Party who were exiled overseas gradually became poor.

This is how the McMahon family was. In his grandfather's generation, their titles were no longer recognized by Britain, and France had no interest in admitting them. Their family had become very ordinary civilians.

Fortunately, they were aristocratic and fell into the civilian class and had no political rights or money, but they had tutors!

This is very important! The family is full of cultural intellectuals, so high-quality family education can be carried out, so McMahon's grandfather eventually became a doctor.

McMahon himself has received a good education since he was a child, so he has the opportunity to study in the military academy!

McMahon smiled bitterly and said, "Do you know now? I am not a natural aristocrat. Like many French people, I am from the common people!"

"My Duke was achieved through my sword and shot on the battlefield!"

"Now I want to tell you that what I am protecting is not my current right to the Duke, but what I want to protect to the death is actually the rule that this civilian can become a duke!"

"If we protect this rule, then our descendants will have hope!"
Chapter completed!