"Andrew Desay." Polina, who was lying on the sofa bed, tossed and turned, muttering the name in her mouth.

From Miss Litisia who had left the Madrid Palace and returned home, I learned from the mouth that the young and handsome French Neighbor Colonel was actually a versatile novelist and poet. The song "If Life Deceives You" reveals the true meaning of life, and Polina feels that it is a portrayal of her life experience. In comparison, the so-called sixteen-line poems written to her by those lovers in the past are simply terrible garbage.

With his noble identity, Polina soon learned other information from the palace servants of Colonel Andrew Desay. He was actually an empire with outstanding military achievements. In the battle of Zaragoza, which ended the short-term battle with Guadalama Mountains, he made many achievements and was highly praised by his two brothers. He was soon promoted from colonel to general.

"What a lovely person." Polina seemed to be trapped in desire. She couldn't extricate herself from desire. At the beginning of the year, from Rome to Paris and then to Madrid, for three months, Polina, who was in a bad mood, had been living a life of a pure and lustful Puritan, and her face no longer existed. But once the body was mixed and rolled, it was out of control and could not suppress itself.

Twenty minutes ago, Polina had sent her servants to the Earl's Manor on the Street of Portugal, and invited Andrew Desai to the Madrid Palace to appreciate poetry and have dinner together in the name of the Imperial Princess.

"Manion!" Polina called her personal maid and instructed: "Go and urge it to see when the Count of Desay will arrive. Also, prepare the bath pool for me, and in ten minutes, I will go in."

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When Desay returned to the regiment headquarters on horseback, it was already dusk. In the afternoon, he visited the architectural monuments in downtown Madrid. Because during the Spanish Civil War that broke out in the 1930s, most of these cultural treasures were destroyed by war, and what later generations saw were the products of reconstruction and restoration of the Franco era.

As soon as he entered the Earl Manor, Desai felt something strange. The officers and soldiers who passed by him looked at him with extreme envy. Some gave thumbs up and some applauded. One or two bad guys were still hiding in the crowd. When the regiment commander was not paying attention, they made a few loud whistles, which caused everyone to laugh with kindness. It was not until a second gendarmerie lieutenant ran over to drive him away that everyone laughed and scattered.

"What's wrong? I haven't had a Spanish girl yet, so I won't have such a big reaction?" Desai was puzzled secretly. The generous colonel didn't care much about the strange behavior of the soldiers. He called the second lieutenant of the military police, and after a few questions, he went directly to the main building of the Earl Manor, where the regiment headquarters was located.

On the third floor, in the office and lounge of the regiment commander, several major officers of the Desay regiment were there. Major Delney was holding an invitation inlaid with gold wire in his hand, sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed; Lieutenant Charles surrounded the major, as if trying to ask for the invitation; Major Karls stood by the wall close to the gate, joking the seeds leisurely; Lieutenant Redes was busy wiping his sword, chatting with Captain Kerle next to him.

When Desai entered the door, the sound of stepping on the melon seed shells alarmed everyone in the room. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the invitation from Major Dernie. Without looking at it, he threw it into the drawer of his desk. Desai said slowly: "Gentlemen, let's talk about official duties first, and other matters can be discussed privately."

As the second person in the Desai regiment, while performing the duties of the battalion commander of the first battalion, Major Desai also acted as Chief of Staff of Colonel Desai. When the regiment commander was not there, all official duties would be handed over to the major for a look.

Major Delney first said, "There are three things in total. As the chief of staff of the Empire on the Spanish battlefield, Jur was the marshal. He felt that the number of officers in the Desay regiment was too small, so he decided to assign several officers to our regiment, including a lieutenant colonel, a major, and five lieutenants, who would probably take office tomorrow. Their resumes were all in the folders in front of your desk."

Desai nodded, picked up the folder casually, and roughly looked through it, and found that these people were regular French officers, not mercenaries of the Rhine Federation. He was a little curious about how Jur was so kind to be a marshal and assigned him officers. On the cruel Spanish battlefield, regular training active-duty officers always lacked.

It was not until the last page that Desai finally understood that the seven officers were once French prisoners of the Battle of Bailan. More than 10 days ago, they returned to Madrid from the enemy prisoner camp through the third prisoner exchange with Spanish rebels. They were originally going to be sent back to France to retire, but the officers who were unwilling to fail selected a representative and asked Marshal Jur to return to the French army. But no commander was willing to accept them.

During the Napoleonic War, there were not many French surrenders due to defeat. Many of Napoleon's marshals, such as Dawu, were also captured by enemy countries, but it did not affect their future military career. However, the Battle of Bailan was the only exception, mainly because of General DuPont's incompetent command and General Vedal's poor rescue, resulting in more than 20,000 officers and soldiers who could not even exert half of their combat effectiveness. They were defeated and collectively surrendered to a group of Spanish troops composed of scattered soldiers. When they heard about this, the furious Emperor Napoleon almost deprived all the captured officers of the ranks.

After the French prisoners of war in the Battle of Bailan were released one after another, there were two roads ahead. One was to choose to return to France and retire directly; the other was to find a commander who could take them in and hire them down. Because a lieutenant colonel who was captured was once a lieutenant of the staff of Jur as the marshal, the marshal threw these hot potatoes to the Desays due to his mercy.

The resumes of the seven officers can be placed on Desay's desk, which shows that Major Delney also hopes that the regiment commander will accept the unlucky ones. After all, they are just middle and lower-level officers, and it is obviously not fair to blame them for the defeat in the Battle of Bailan. In addition, the lack of officers of the Desay regiment is very short of officers. Judging from the past record of the seven captured officers, it is not bad. At least there are no sympathizers of the royal party or Jacobins, and they are all pure soldiers. One of them is a lieutenant colonel staff officer named Rusty, who is still from the Guards and has a relationship with Desay himself.

"Major Carls," Colonel Desay pondered for a moment and decided to give the seven officers a chance. He summoned the military police supervisor at the door and handed the folder in his hand to the other party. "Tomorrow, you will be responsible for the reception and tell them that all of them will join the military police first as soldiers and participate in the acquired action. If you judge as qualified, I will allow them to be demoted to the rank of the military and be classified as a Desay regiment. Major Desay, please continue!"

Major Delney took out another official letter from somewhere, pointed it at it, and said with a smile: "The second thing is to congratulate Colonel Desay. Marshal Jurden felt that your heroic achievements in the city of Zaragoza and the town of Arisa were enough to be competent for a higher position and obtain a higher rank. Therefore, he had applied to King Joseph to appoint you as brigade commander and awarded the rank of brigade general. His Majesty the King also agreed to the Marshal's suggestion and preparation for you to be awarded to you in the palace."

Hearing the news that the colonel was about to be promoted did not make everyone happy. Even the person involved Desai was the same, he was a little impatient and uneasy. He immediately wrote a reply letter, copying the same content in duplicate, one of which was sent to Jules as a marshal, saying that he had directly rejected the appointment of Madrid; the other, along with the official letter of promotion, was mailed to Paris and sent to Emperor Napoleon to indicate his thoughts.

According to regulations, the promotion order for French generals to be signed by Emperor Napoleon, and Jules was used to complete this appointment with Marshal and King Joseph, which was complicated. Once Desai accepts such an appointment, his identity will be transferred to the King of New Spain. Emperor Napoleon may not object, but he will never like it. Unless General Desai is willing to stay in Spain, he will still be just a colonel when he returns to France, and perhaps even the title of Near Guard cannot be preserved.

"Damn bastard!" Desai, who wrote two replies, threw down the quill and cursed indignantly, "Let the damn appointments go to hell, I don't want to stay in the country where the rebels are full of."

Maybe Jur was kind to become a marshal, but Desai would never think it was a good thing. The most urgent task is to get rid of Madrid's shackles and hurry up to catch up with Marshal Rana's troops.

Desai looked up and said to everyone, "Everyone, prepare for tomorrow's operation deployment. Sorry, our holiday is over. Except for staying on duty, all officers and soldiers must participate. Well, Major Delney, let me talk about the third thing, don't tell me what kind of bastard news is!"

"No, that's a good thing. At least I, and all the officers here, agree unanimously!" Major Delney explained with a smile, and the others in the room laughed at Desay.

Desai was confused. He knew what everyone was laughing at. When he entered the Earl Manor just now, the second lieutenant of the military police had already told him that hundreds of officers and soldiers in the whole regiment knew that Desai was the last one to know. He did not object to a princess with a good-looking face, but it was not enough that the city was filled with wind and rain. It seemed that the wise and powerful Colonel Desai had become a male favorite who pleased the imperial princess and won the advanced male favorite.
Chapter completed!