“Are the Marseilles the same as Arno?

After becoming our commanders, we directly asked us to rush to encircle the retreat of Li Wei's rebels. It was a ruthless army that could defeat five. We were not staying in the fortifications and actually took the initiative to attack them.

It's really crazy!"

Captain Rossell complained to the officers and soldiers beside him while removing the shrubs and weeds that were more than half a person tall.

He was the company leader of this unit, so the soldiers around him naturally did not dare to refute, so he could only let Rossel complain there.

"Sir, Arnault is the commander-in-chief of the Southern Army after all, and it is not safe to say bad things about him behind his back."

Rossel glanced at the young lieutenant who was making a sound, muttered in dissatisfaction: "I am from Gironde, but I just don't accept him as a Marseille!

how?

Marseille has a revolutionary song, and they can ride on our Girondes to shit and fart?

If I were a general, I would never have been able to do anything about Arno. He would not have the official appointment document of the National Guild. This southern army was completely established by him!

All my old bosses were driven away by him!

Although you may not be all Girondes, there are no ones from Marseille. Everyone is French citizens. Why do you let the Marseille step on our heads and act as a blessing?

What capital does he have?

Didn’t it just that he led hundreds of people to drive away a duke who had lost his military power?

What is this!

When Marseille rebelled, the king of Paris was arrested!"

Lieutenant Jorgen looked at Captain Rossell, complaining, and lifted up the wine pot he held in his palm from time to time, slowly suffocating, and couldn't help feeling headaches.

My superiors are good everywhere, but the old habit of starting to fight against the sky and earth as soon as I drink is really fatal.

If it weren't for this, Rossell would have been promoted to major long ago, so where would he be stuck here?

Thanks to Rossell's "makes", their subordinates have never had the chance to be promoted...

Even in the revolutionary army at this time, you can’t just look at the credit for your promotion. At least you know a little about interpersonal relationships.

Those ruling giants of the Gironde faction received no fewer gifts during festivals than those of the noble officials before the Revolution!

Of course, compared with the army controlled by the aristocrats in the past, the revolutionary government is quite good for officers from civilian origins. At least they will not be discriminated against because of their civilian status and will not see any hope of promotion in the army.

"Lieutenant, Captain, drinks while on duty. If it is heard by the military discipline officer, our company will inevitably be scolded again. This time we were sent out as a coolie to open the way because of the captain..."

A second lieutenant came to Lieutenant Jorgen and whispered, and immediately closed his mouth after he noticed that Rossell's gaze turned.

Jorgen shook his head with a wry smile. He was just a lieutenant. Could it be that he could still grab the wine pot from his boss's hand?

For Rossell, who is addicted to alcohol, just grab his wine pot and wait for his old fist to serve him!

At this moment, Jorgen couldn't help but think of the Marseille Legion he had seen several times.

Compared to this army filled with thugs and drunkards, the soldiers of the Marseille Legion look like real soldiers!

It is precisely because of this comparison that many officers and soldiers in their own army feel sad. The better the spirit of the Marseille Legion, the more inferior they feel. In the eyes of some people, this inferiority will turn into jealousy and even hostility!

It would have been fine if everyone was ruined, but suddenly a strict and self-disciplined friendly force came in, which made these people feel as ridiculous as those militia clowns.

Rossel was not the only officer who complained about Arnold. He just kept silent after drinking.

"What are you muttering about there?

I won’t be confused even if I drink it all the time. Don’t think of saying bad things to me under my nose!

Everyone cheer me up. Don’t wait until you encounter Li Wei’s rebels, you will be scared and shrunk!”

Rossel scolded loudly, his mouth full of alcohol and his face flushed. Even the blind man could tell that Rossel had entered a "slightly drunk" state.

Well, at least Rossell didn't sway when he walked!

As soon as Rossell finished speaking, he seemed to be cooperating with him. The lieutenant standing side by side with Lieutenant Jorgen suddenly tilted his forehead and spitted blood on Jorgen's face!

It was not until the body fell down softly that the gunshots came from a distance!

"Enemy attack!"

Jorgen didn't bother to erase the unknown liquid on his face, and shouted wildly, and found a huge rock nearby and rushed over and hugged behind it.

Rossell, who was pouring his mouth with a wine pot, fell to the ground, covering up his figure with the tall grass, hiding so skillfully...

Other soldiers around were also looking for cover, but many of them had never experienced real battles and paniced. Amid the next bean-like gunfire, they fell softly to the ground one by one!

"Save me!

I don't want to die!

Mother!

I want to see my mom…”

Not far from Jorgen, a recruit who was shot in the butt was covered in tears, shouting regardless of his face. In the end, only the word "mom" was left.

Because he was not hit by a vital point, he probably could still call him "Mom" for a long time...

Rossel, who was lying on the ground with great sincerity and letting the grass cover his body perfectly, couldn't help but roar: "Shut up, I shouted so loudly, I couldn't hear the direction of the enemy's gunshots coming from!"

Rossell's words had no effect at all, but instead caused a curse.

The pain from his butt and the power passing through his body made the recruit understand that he was slowly entering death!

He couldn't walk the road, and he could even watch his butt, which could not be blocked, sprayed blood out!

"Rossell, why don't you save me? I'm going to die, I'm bleeding too much!

I will curse you even if I die!

It is all your stupid command, let us enter the encirclement of Levi's rebels, and then I will be killed, I will curse you, go to hell after death, and let Satan torture you forever!"

This scream immediately made the other soldiers even more panic. They seemed to believe that their team had unknowingly rushed into the encirclement arranged by the rebels of Li Wei!

These soldiers who have no strategic knowledge know nothing. They just happened to meet some sharpshooters who were touched. The reason why they couldn't see the enemy was because the sharpshooters were hiding in a better position, and their ability to distinguish positions was very poor...

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