Chapter 998 The noble moth
"Fighters of Orleans!
From June 15th to now, the residents of Celesta City have been holding on for a full 17 days! Isn't the endless wasteland of ashes we walked through and the ruins in front of us enough to prove their loyalty?
I've been here before, Celesta was a city full of energy and hope, but now it was wrapped in fear and despair.
This great city is in desperate need of a helping hand. We came all the way here not just for the theater, let alone for the beer and sausages! "
Fanny Cote looked angrily in the direction of Franz. The latter picked up a piece of pork chop and waved it twice, then raised his coffee cup and saluted the former.
Sure enough, the person being mirrored is not angry, but the person who is angry is the person who wants to mirror someone else.
Fanny Cote's eyebrows were tightened, her silver teeth were gritted, the corners of her mouth were slightly drooped, a touch of determination was painted on her plump red lips, and her body leaned forward slightly, as if there was a fire burning in her chest.
"The rebels' atrocities will be punished! All invaders must pay the price for their actions!
We must tell the residents of Celesta that they are not alone. We will serve as swords of light to pierce through this boundless darkness and bring them hope. "
With a stumble, Fanny Cote pulled out her command knife and shouted loudly.
"Justice and courage are with us! For New Orleans! March forward!"
When he heard the words "For New Orleans", Franz almost couldn't hold back, and he secretly admired it in his heart.
"She is indeed the hostess of the Grand Salon in Paris. At least she doesn't have stage fright."
However, this improvised army of the Orleans Dynasty was really embarrassing. Not only did these soldiers have a variety of weapons, but they also wore a variety of uniforms.
At least in the eyes of Franz and his staff, this miscellaneous army will soon flee like yesterday. After all, the casualties in street fighting are not something such a miscellaneous army can bear.
The battle started just as Franz thought. This army encountered a big problem when it attacked the first street.
Facing the French troops hiding behind bunkers and barricades, Fanny Cote's troops were helpless. Several attacks were organized, but each time they dispersed after leaving a dozen corpses behind.
Franz had no interest in this kind of play-like battle. Just when he was about to do something more valuable, there was an exclamation from the direction of the battlefield.
Fanny Cote stood on the route of the soldiers' retreat. She wanted to drive them back, but unfortunately the great principles she heard in the salon could not move them.
In the end, Fanny Cote was pushed to the ground by a broken soldier. Fortunately, she was a woman, otherwise she might have been directly stabbed to death with a bayonet just now.
"Our heroine was knocked down."
The playboy holding the poetry book joked.
"See how she fell down very skillfully."
The playboy wearing gold-rimmed glasses suggested that all the playboys in the German Allied Forces would smile.
"I feel bad that there was no bed where she fell."
"What if people like this one?"
A burst of obscene laughter sounded.
"Why do you guys, who only know sarcastic words, laugh at her?"
An officer wearing a Bavarian military uniform but bearing the insignia of the German Empire stood up. Vincent Morris was promoted to general by the Frankfurt National Assembly after the Battle of Brussels.
Since most of the officers in this era were controlled by the nobility, the Frankfurt Parliament almost faced the dilemma of having no one available in the military.
Vincent Morris was promoted from captain to major general in just one month, but the German imperial rank awarded by the National Assembly in Frankfurt was not recognized in this German coalition.
"How do you want to be a hero? Little general?"
Those playboys who came from wealthy families did not take the general with shady background in their eyes.
The ladies on the side were afraid that the men would not be able to fight.
"Why do you fall in love with that little widow? That kind of woman who shows off in front of the battle has been touched by countless people. Looking at your talent, do you want my sisters to help you introduce someone better?"
These men and women who spend all day living and drinking on the battlefield have long aroused the dissatisfaction of some soldiers. When they see their comrades being bullied by them, they can't help but stand up.
"You guys are the ones! Why are you so tyrannical? Are you really our own people?"
"Who is the same as you mud-legged people? Don't take a piss and look in the mirror. We are born nobler than you mud-legged people in the mountains."
The mud people in the mountains mean particularly lowly people.
"Who do you think is the mud man in the mountains?!"
The playboy with gold-rimmed glasses clapped his hands bitterly.
"Guards! Take them away!"
Several guards walked over with guns in hand, and the young officers did not show any weakness and immediately pulled out their own guns, seeing that a gun battle was about to take place.
Suddenly a voice broke the deadlock.
"Hey! Now take up your weapons and capture that neighborhood."
"Who are you? Who do you think you are?" Several young men shouted back subconsciously.
When they saw clearly that the person pointing at the battlefield was Franz, the voices of these so-called superior people immediately changed.
"Franz, I am Füssen from Augsburg. I met you at the Taffy family dinner."
The gentle scum wearing gold-rimmed glasses immediately got close to him, and several dog-looking guys on the side also lowered their heads. Several ladies looked at Franz intently, and some even held their chests as if they were about to faint at any moment. The way it fell.
Franz couldn't remember Füssen of Augsburg, nor could Bordeaux, who was an aide-de-camp. Finally, his secretary Mia Artiès reminded him that this was a branch of the Augsburg family. The fifth heir of the branch.
But this kind of thing is not important to Franz at all. He just feels that it is necessary to punish these people appropriately.
"Then sir, I now order you to take these friends of yours and the guards to capture that neighborhood. Do you understand?"
The young masters were immediately frightened to death, but they still pretended to be dumbfounded and just scolded their men to go to the battlefield, while they wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
"You're going the wrong way."
Franz reminded.
"We are the commanders. They need us to sit in the rear and command. Only in this way can we use our talents."
"Don't you understand? I want you to pick up your guns and go to the battlefield!"
Franz roared angrily, and the officers who were obviously not from the same group as them all grabbed their rifles and walked towards the battlefield.
Vincent Morris whispered as he walked past the playboys.
"Come on! Let me see if the bullet can bypass your noble body!"
The noble young men did not dare to reply and lowered their heads. They were afraid of meeting Franz's eyes and causing greater trouble. The ladies on the side let out a burst of excited screams.