Barcelona, ​​Spanish Army Front Base Camp.

At the welcome banquet held by General Tasman as the new commander and General Brisbane, it was a unique scenery and a very lively place.

A few days ago, when the French army crossed the Pyrenees and occupied the small border town of Figueras, all the nobles in the Catalonian region were mobilized. They were not preparing to raise an army to resist the invasion of Andrew's army, but in panic, they packed up their fine property, contacted various merchant ships, and led their families to jog at any time. And the poor people just watched coldly. In the eyes of the poor, the nobles in front of them were all vampires, and they deserved to see their embarrassment; but for the French, they believed that the invaders were not good things, and they drove away the plunderers after the vampire.

The evolution of things is as described in the novel and drama. Just when everyone was sad and unfavorable, the heroic General Tasman miraculously guarded the city of Barcelona and defeated the invading French invaders. The nobles invited the heroes who won triumphant and went to the salon party, and treated them with money, beauty or champagne.

While celebrating the "great" victory, it comforted the hearts of the people in the Catalonian region to some extent. Of course, this is just the joy of the nobles. Those who own a large amount of real estate no longer worry about these property that they cannot take away. The poor are continuing to work and work hard to fill in the belly of their families. The little change is that many poor people (we might as well call them "rogue proletarians") are a little happy because of the nobles' escape. But now when the nobles and the rich are happy again, the rogue proletarians begin to complain about why the damn French people have not yet been called.

Today, July 10th will be another happy day for the rich people in Catalonia. The Brisbane General led his army to defend without stopping. In addition, the previous defenders had a total of 80,000 troops. After a series of battles, the devil army on the opposite side seemed to be less than 30,000. By comparison, the advantages and disadvantages were judged. At the forefront, everyone was just celebrating the victory of the defense battle, but now they are joking in advance to regain Spanish territory.

As soon as the army of Brisbane generals entered the town of Manresa, a large number of nobles were waiting outside the town. Everyone supported General Brisbane, as enthusiastic as the residents of Rome, welcomed Commander Caesar who conquered the Gaul rooster. As the master, General Tasman invited him on behalf of the nobles of the city and wealthy businessmen from all walks of life. The Brisbane commander rushed to Barcelona to attend the grand banquet. The Brisbane commander hesitated for a moment and agreed and ordered General Boca who came with him to prepare for the frontline preparations, and he, the adjutant, and more than 30 other generals, to embrace the beautiful and charming Barcelona.

Viscount Leon is one of the most famous nobles in Barcelona. He controls the foreign trade shipping and taxation of the harbor city. He is in his 40s and has a horny and greedy expression under his bald and white head. Speaking of his reputation, it is not a good reputation, but his family is very good at playing with women, especially virgins. Today, when facing the beauties over 14 to 18 years old in front of him, he did not show any greed expression, but just walked around the room with anxiety.

After a while, a middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper ran into the door and rushed straight to the noble master. Before he could salute, he shouted with joy: "Sir, I asked, I asked!"

"Well, damn it, tell me!" Viscount Leon urged quickly.

"As for orders, sir! I heard from the adjutant of the General Brisbane that the Count of Brisbane does like virgins, and especially like beautiful virgins around 15 years old."

"Okay, very good, very good! Well, I'll go to the banquet now, and you will immediately send these three little beauties to the Brisbane General's residence. As a reward, you can freely choose one of the remaining ones after you get back from the work."

"Thank you for your infinite praise, my Lord, your kindness is like God, your…."

"Enough, go do your errand!"

...

The welcome banquet venue is set at General Tasman's villa residence. The villa is located on the top of Mount Montzic near the harbour. From here you can overlook the beautiful city of Barcelona. At dusk, countless windproof oil lamps are lit up on the lawn and around, making it look brilliant and enchanting. Under the oil lamps are long tables with countless exquisite food and wine on them, and the busy figures of waiters are everywhere.

At less than 7 o'clock in the evening, all the guests arrived one after another. Everyone gathered on the lawn open space in the middle of the residence. While enjoying the delicious meal, the ladies talked about clothes, perfume and lovers. However, the men picked up wine glasses and whispered together in groups, talking about business, and the current situation also had gifts to the commander.

"Hello, Lord Baron, I wish you good health, cheers!"

"Thank you, I wish you good health, cheers!"

“Well, what’s the spice business lately?”

"Damn it, then you can make money by selling black slaves!"

"Haha, just a little bit."

"A little more, for God's sake, your profits of a ship of black slaves are three times that of me!"

"That's right, the supply of goods is almost over for the British, and the business is also difficult to do."

"That's, damn British!"

...

"What do you think about the current situation?"

"Haha, of course, under the leadership of General Brisbane, he drove the French devils out."

"Oh, God bless me, then I have to collect my rent this year."

"Well, what gifts have you prepared for the General?"

"It's nothing more than jewelry, spices, jewelry and so on."

"I simply gave it gold coins because the time was too tight and I didn't have time to prepare!"

"I get a gift, haha, I can only let the general know!"

"Damn bastard!"

...

"By the way, why haven't I seen the most arrogant and domineering Bishop Philippe in the past for a while?"

"He, he took a boat to Rome, and was said to cry to His Majesty the Pope about the rudeness of the Spanish king."

"What a rude?"

"It's not yet the change in His Majesty's view of Catholicism. Now in Madrid, where Protestants are rampant."

"No matter what he believes in, as long as my business is easy to do."

"Haha, the Frenchman made you believe their supreme master, do you believe it?"

"Shut up, damn! You are looking for death, discussing these in the general's mansion!"

…

At 7:15, surrounded by General Tasman and the generals, like stars holding the moon, the Brisbane General dressed in military uniform walked into everyone's eyes. The warm sea breeze blew on his face, and the party officially began on this night full of the Mediterranean drunkenness.

"Everyone, be quiet!" Tasman stepped forward and shouted loudly. After waiting for the sound of falling needles to be heard in the venue, Tasman coughed dryly and continued, "Everyone, now I'll invite the Commander of Brisbane to say a few words to everyone!"

The pure white military coat and the Brisbane general with gold piping edges looked around majesticly, raised his hand arrogantly and said to the nobles and wealthy businessmen surrounding him:

"Gentlemen, ladies, I am very happy to come to Barcelona, ​​a very rich city, and feel the enthusiasm and hospitality of everyone. However, as the front commander appointed by His Majesty the King himself, my mission will be how to destroy the French invaders and let them taste the power of our Spanish. However, there are always some people, some of whom are nobles, who do not believe in the strength of the kingdom, retreat before the war, and even prepare to surrender to the enemy and treason. In response, His Majesty the King asked me to come to Barcelona to investigate the matter strictly.

However, through General Tasman's introduction, I understand the truth. The above are rumors and have no factual basis. They are lies and insults from the French enemy. I believe it deeply. But to make Madrid believe it and His Majesty the King believe it, you all present must show your patriotic enthusiasm.

Finally, in the name of the merciful God and in the name of the king of Spain, our brave soldiers will soon defeat the damn Frenchmen, drive them out of the Pyrenees, and cheer for victory and triumphant!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

...

Everyone present raised their wine glasses and echoed loudly. The originally tight heart finally fell safely. That was the first passage from the Brisbane General, which made everyone frightened. Indeed, when the situation was in crisis, everyone was busy fleeing, and there were many people secretly contacting the French. When they heard His Majesty the King was furious and demanded severe investigation, everyone was inevitably frightened; but the commander's next passage pulled everyone back from the edge of the cliff. The old foxes who understood the meaning knew that the Brisbane General wanted to ask for everyone's interests and benefits.

So, everyone poured their glasses and gathered them up to bless the Brisbane General, or those who were familiar with the way pulled the Brisbane General's adjutant and provided their own filial piety list.

The Brisbane General was obviously very happy with the warm hospitality of the Barcelona people. Although he was also a high-ranking noble family in Madrid, he was breathless. As the earl, the general still kept paying homage to many marquises, dukes and His Highness the Prince. But now, here, Brisbane can enjoy the treatment that His Majesty can only enjoy.

While excited, he frequently raised his wine glass, drank it and filled it up, and answered the topics that everyone had, even if the topic involved military secrets.

“…

Well, tomorrow, no, the morning after tomorrow, my more than 50,000 army will divide the troops to drive northward, no, it will destroy the French. The entire war will end within 5 days.

....

The other 30,000 people were led by the bastard Boca. The damn coward actually persuaded me to stick to defense and follow the Duke of Sanchez’s advice. Duke of Sanchez?! He is also a damn old bastard, a coward!

….”

Not long after, Brisbane was drunk by the crowd, and his pace began to become unstable. He staggered and wanted to go back to his room to rest. Several waiters wanted to come and help, but were driven back by Viscount Leon, who had been guarding for a long time. Lord Leon personally helped the Earl of Brisbane and left the noisy wine venue to return to the room. There, Viscount Leon provided a special gift to the superiors.

Ten minutes later, bursts of girl screamed in pain from the villa room, and during this period, there were also wild beasts roaring, echoing above the top of Montschy Mountain. This heart-wrenching cry for help did not receive any sympathy from everyone on the lawn. Everyone was still drinking and having fun, pretending to be unheard.

But dozens of miles away, a middle-aged man covered in bruised and torn clothes suddenly felt shocked inside, as if he heard the girl's screams in pain. He did not care about the thorny bushes under his feet. After falling countless times, he still struggled to get up and climb to the top of the mountain, and fell down in the direction facing Barcelona. From the extremely painful expression on his face, his heart was suffering.

One hour later, the middle-aged man finally stopped crying because the tears had dried up. He stood up slowly, took out a string of necklaces, and said to himself with a firm determination:

"Ai Silin, my child, my poor child! Although my father is not able to save you, my father will definitely avenge you. Yes, it is avenge! Since God does not help the poor, I can only sell my soul to the devil, and I will do whatever I can.

One day, there will be one day when I will lead the French army as a guide and return to Barcelona. At that time, let the raging fire destroy this dirty city, let hatred kill all greedy nobles and generals, and at the same time purify your pure soul.

Ai Silin, my poor child!”

After saying the monologue in his heart, the middle-aged man wiped the long-dried tears, turned resolutely, walked forward, towards the Pyrenees, towards the position of the French Legion.

...

While enjoying the grand banquet, the commander of the Spanish, his opponent, General Andrew, was also entertaining guests, but there was only one guest, that British spy, Captain Rose.

In the room closely monitored by the gendarmerie, a long table was filled with simple food, bread, butter, dried meat slices, and some vegetable salads made by Andrew himself. Wine was also indispensable, but there was only a bottle of inferior red wine.

It was still Andrew who earnestly poured wine for the British and politely invited Captain Rose to have a meal.

"Sorry, my guests, the farmers around me, don't sell any food to the French. All of this was shipped from France. Unfortunately, these vegetable salads are not fresh. What a fucking pity, my craft."

Ross still looked indifferent and looked at Andrew silently, not drinking or tasting the so-called craftsmanship of the general bragging. During these days, Captain Ross, who was well-careeded by the doctor, became much more energetic and enjoyed the treatment of a serious wounded person. Most of the wounds on his body had healed and began to grow new flesh. He no longer had the previous pain and torture of the previous body. However, he had no personal freedom and the only place where he could move was just walking on the balcony, looking at the busy French soldiers in the distance, and closely monitoring his military police under the house.

Captain Ross continued to look at Andrew in front of him and found that the latter was eating wine, vegetables and dried meat with relish, complaining from time to time, repeatedly complaining about the infreshness of the vegetables over and over again. While eating, the corners of the mouth were filled with minced vegetables and meat, and his tongue was added to his mouth and continued to chew.

Seeing this, Ross himself disliked Andrew in front of him. After all, he was a commander of the army, but he was so unprotective. However, Ross was indeed a little hungry. He took out a white napkin and spread it neatly on his chest. He first tasted a sip of red wine to moisten his throat. Because the quality of the wine was too inferior, Ross frowned slightly but swallowed it, and then used a spoon to scoop up a little vegetable salad, and tasted it carefully like a gentleman.

"Haha, it's still a British gentleman who can eat! I wonder if General Nelson is like this?" Andrew said mockingly when he noticed the differences between the two of them.

"That's of course, the general is very particular about food, even on a warship." Ross put down the tableware and wiped the corners of his mouth. He said proudly.

"Is this the privilege of the officer?" Andrew shook his head and pointed to the food on the table and said, "Everything above me is enjoyed by an ordinary French soldier. In Andrew's legion, no one has room for food except the wounded soldiers in the field hospital, including me."

Andrew's words were obviously the truth. Ross knew very well in his heart that it was a fact he had witnessed in the Legion caravan. Although he savored the other party's mocking the British officer, the captain had no room for refutation. He just swallowed his saliva and said silently.

"This is a principle of Andrew leading troops. He must work together with the soldiers, or according to the Chinese, love soldiers as if they are like their sons. Haha, don't look at me like this. I am not an ascetic. If you want the soldiers to work hard, you must be sympathetic in all aspects. The consistent treatment of officers and soldiers is only one aspect, a very simple example. It is more important to make the soldiers feel that they will have a future with the officials, whether they are military ranks, positions, money or treasures, or women.

In this regard, General Nelson did a good job, very good. Every time the battle ended, he instigated the soldiers to rob, whether it was the treasures of the pirates, the women of the Italians, and the treasury of the French. To some extent, I was learning from him, but I had less physical punishment for the soldiers. In my legion, confinement was the prison for the punished soldiers. Of course, those who seriously violated military discipline had their fate to be shot in public."

Andrew, who said this, chuckled lightly, but the smile felt very cruel. Ross naturally realized that Ross knew that just last night, six bold soldiers, led by a lieutenant, actually ran to a nearby village to rob, and gang raped a widow and her 16-year-old daughter. When they returned to the camp, they were captured by the gendarmerie. After a scrutiny, the lieutenant and his soldiers honestly explained the facts they had committed.

Commander Andrew, who heard the news, was immediately furious and woke up all the officers and soldiers overnight. In front of everyone, he mercilessly shot and executed seven rapists. As for their boss, the unlucky General Massena, was given a severity in teaching his subordinates. Andrew took back all the previous money rewards and gave them to the widow and the villagers as compensation, and made him come to the door to apologize. If the widow had not agreed to it, Andrew would have asked Massena to marry her.

This incident not only caused public response to the soldiers, but also the nearby Spaniards were talking about it. Although they still regarded the French as invaders, they emotionally believed that Andrew, the Oriental man was not too bad, at least not the devil advocated by the nobles.

Obviously, the people were too naive. Afterwards, Andrew said in a private warning to the senior officers:
To be continued...