Over the past two years, Desai has always been very confident in his health, thinking that he has reached the point where he has been cared for by all gods and is invincible. However, he was wrong, and he was very wrong. He drank a cold bath on the night before, and his body reacted without any reason. Suddenly, when he heard that the war ahead was unfavorable, he was restless and ran more than 60 kilometers in a few hours. He accidentally encountered viruses. Shortly after seeing General Rusty away, Desai lay on the camp bed and then fell into a coma.

Fortunately, the Duke's personal bodyguard found out in time and personally invited the military officer from the field hospital. Desai was diagnosed with acute pneumonia. After taking a large amount of penicillin solution, the division commander's condition did not improve and he was still in a coma.

When Rolina said goodbye to Nurse Cruz and returned to the ward of the minor wounded, she saw the Duke's full-time intelligence officer standing outside the house with a gloomy face, as if waiting for someone. And that person was Rolina herself.

Lieutenant Jacques whispered that she was asked to accompany the Duke to return to Monsantu Village overnight. The intelligence officer said in a serious tone: Miss Rolina, in addition to taking care of the Duke wholeheartedly, please remember that everything you see, hear, feel, and even what you think of should always be buried deep in your heart and should not be revealed to anyone. This is not a request, but unconditional obedience! Because it concerns the fate of you, Ali, all black people, and even the entire division."

Two minutes later, Rolina, who was vaguely filled by the lieutenant's words, boarded a temporary modified ox cart, and escorted by a team of duke guards, slowly drove towards the village of Monsantu 5 kilometers away. The entire body of the car was covered with white canvas, and the green sheets in the car were stuffed with wheat straw and cotton wool. On it was a naked man, Andrew Desay.

Duke Hruna, who seemed to be in good spirits during the day, is now covered with a thick blanket as hot as fire. Occasionally, he would utter a few nonsense in his mouth that no one could understand. According to the instructions of the military officer, Rolina must use alcohol to wipe the division commander who was in a high fever and was unconscious every 10 minutes to lower his body temperature.

In the narrow and shaking carriage, it was the first time that Rolina was the same man, especially a naked and full-body man in a room (car). Although she had done such things fiercely for the wounded soldiers before, it was in a battlefield hospital. At this time, the depressing male aura made Rolina exhausted. After wiping Desai with alcohol for the sixth time, the black female nurse looked exhausted, leaned her head against one side panel, lay down on her side, curled her knees, and took a short rest.

The car continued to drive on the bumpy road, and the carriage was shaking. Rolina could not make herself comfortable, so her eyes couldn't help but turn to the man in front of her again. After taking off her beautiful and majestic general uniform, she felt that the Duke's sleeping looked cute, and she looked more like a gentle big boy studying in a church and school. Of course, this was when he closed his mouth and stopped talking nonsense.

In the endless darkness, the black beauty inexplicably thought about it. She suddenly remembered that while wandering with Ali, her brother always nagged her to find a handsome and extraordinary young man who read and read. When she thought of this, Rolina blushed and began to breathe heavily, as if she wanted to inhale more fresh air and try her best to disperse the bad things in her mind, so as not to transform into the shameless Jewish slut described in the Bible.

Getting rid of the temptation of the demon in her heart, Rolina remembered some interesting things. She remembered that most of the notes she revealed from the duke's voice seemed to be very similar to the oriental language. In her childhood, in the quiet life of the Lisbon Monastery, Rolina had contact with a Catholic believer from the East and also learned some oriental languages. Therefore, she instinctively felt that many of the duke's words were repeating the name of a person, an oriental woman.

This was strange, Rolina wondered to herself, "How could the Duke understand the language of the East?"

Unfortunately, the female nurse's guess could only end here. When the cart escorted by more than 20 guards was steadily parked in the open space in front of the rural church, the duke's high fever was rapidly receding, and he was sweating all over his body, as if he had just been fished out of the water. Seeing this, the female nurse quickly called the military doctor who had been guarding the cart.

After the doctor took the temperature and checked it in detail with the earpiece, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart was much more at ease. He praised Rolina: "It's great. The Duke is not seriously injured at the moment! No need to wipe the alcohol anymore. After 20 minutes, you will be responsible for giving the Duke a double dose of special potion. Remember, every two hours, be sure to let the Duke drink a cup of warm boiled water."

In the early morning, when the sky was dawn, Desai had just woken up from his coma. He found that his whole body was wrapped in a dry blanket and was lying in the confession room of a church. This was the only building in the entire Monsantu village. He tried hard to support his body, but he felt weak all over and his head was in a severe pain, as if there were countless fine needles pricking inside, causing a burst of severe pain.

"Who is here?" Desai moaned in a low voice, waking up the sleepy caregiver beside the bed.

"Duke, it's me, Rolina!" The female nurse hurriedly got up to visit, then turned around and asked a guard to call a military doctor. Then, she poured a glass of warm water from the kettle on the shrine desk and carefully fed it to the duke.

When the military doctor walked into the room, Desai refused the doctor's comprehensive examination. He told him with a pale face: "I feel much better, but I have a severe headache and my head is not clear enough. Give me a dose of 黑址. Ten minutes later, let others come and report it."

After taking the analgesics, the duke and female nurse were left in the temporary ward, which seemed particularly quiet. As the potion gradually became effective, Desai's headache continued to reduce, and he had some energy to recall all the things before and after his coma.

"Have I said anything during my coma?" The Duke's sudden question scared Rolina.

The female nurse nodded first, then shook her head, her expression seemed panicked, and she was hesitant and didn't know how to answer.

"Forget everything you hear and see, don't mention it to outsiders. Otherwise, I can't protect you and your brother!" After Desai whispered, he stopped asking further questions. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was pretending to be sleeping.

A few minutes later, when the intelligence officer arrived at the order, Rolina left the room without saying a word. Jacques reported to Desay about a series of decisions made by Chief Rusty during the division commander's fever and coma.

"Hey, he seems too cautious!" Desai shook his head and sighed.

Last night, Rusty made a quick decision and gave up the offensive plan against Monsantu Mountain Pass. It seemed safe and secure, but it lost to Hill in terms of momentum and morale. In Desai's personal creed, all tactical applications should firmly obey strategic arrangements, and various strategic deployments must unswervingly serve the established political interests.

Having said that, Desai felt very relieved deep in the hearts of the "political animals". Whether it is the loyalty of his subordinates or the control he controls, all his efforts in the past two years have not been in vain. However, in front of him, Rusty's conservative decisions still have some adverse effects on future battles.

"When will the artillery regiment arrive in Monsanto village?" Desai asked the intelligence officer.

"At the earliest, you will have to wait until noon tomorrow!"

"It's too slow. Order Captain Du Peng's heavy mortar company to set out in advance and be sure to arrive here before this evening. Tell the Chief of Staff to re-prepare a combat plan, and let my guard brigade be the main force tomorrow morning. In addition, your intelligence department will continue to strengthen the exploration of the coalition defense line. The previous intelligence is too simple and I need a more detailed report."

"Your body?" Lieutenant Jacques was a little worried, his feet still stayed still.

Desai waved his hand angrily and said, "I can't die!"

Before the intelligence officer turned around and went out, Desai called the lieutenant again. "You do one more thing. Before the attack tomorrow, I need to improve the morale of the officers and soldiers. Well, remember one thing, extreme anger towards the enemy will also turn into endless courage."

"I understand, Duke!" Jacques nodded. He knew where he should start.

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If Mario had not been his life-saving benefactor, the grateful Lieutenant McKinley would never have used his future as a guarantee and bailed the young black man from the military police. As for the reason Mario was detained, a military officer told the Irish Lieutenant that the black man had been secretly following Nurse Rolina with a ill intention.

Who is Rolina? Of course McKinley knew that he was the Duke's exclusive pet, and all the officers and soldiers of the division knew it.

"Damn bastard, if you want to die, please don't pull me and jump down!" As soon as the two walked out of the gendarmerie, Lieutenant McKinley scolded the unlucky guy angrily.

Mario's expression seemed aggrieved, and he explained timidly: "Yes, Lieutenant! I really know her, Rolina Biyelo, an illegitimate daughter of a Lisbon nobleman. She and her, and her brother Ali, three of them have lived together in the monastery. I just wanted to say hello to her, and I had no other intentions."

Hearing this, McKinley felt angry and funny, so he took Mario aside, and Dunton warned: "Don't bother with that black beauty, she is the liberator of all black people, the great Duke of Hruna, and the exclusive lover of the supreme rulers of the two kingdoms in the future."

Mario drooped his head and nodded in disappointment. Suddenly, the black man remembered an important thing. He took out a stack of cigarette paper from his inner pocket of his clothes and handed it to the Irish lieutenant in front of him. He said, "These are secretly stuffed to me by a captured French captain. He wanted me to hand it over to you. Oh, by the way, his accent is very strange."

The cigarette box contained the bad smell of sweat from the black man floating into McKinley's mouth and nose. He frowned, held his breath, and flirted. Soon, the lieutenant became loud and screamed again, and he hugged Mario excitedly, because McKinley was already convinced that the cigarette box recorded the diagrams of the coalition forces in the mountain pass, and the pictures and texts were rich and detailed.

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Chapter completed!