When the Pyrenees slowly arrived at the small town of Figueras, it was already past 6 pm. The soldiers who had been marching for nearly 8 hours were already exhausted. According to the orders of the sergeant, the soldiers could enter the camp to rest, but no one spontaneously stayed in place, and their expressions remained energetic when they marched, because in front of the soldiers, countless Spanish prisoners were passing by their side continuously, and tens of thousands of Spanish people lined up to enter the prisoner-of-war camp designated by Commander Andrew.

Most of the dejected prisoners were not injured. They wore white flowers designated by Commander Andrew on their chests. They were crowded with bloodless faces and walked forward staggeringly. Beside the prisoners were terrified bayonets that made them terrified. While moving carefully, they were afraid that their accident would alarm the "devil's accomplices."

"Incompetent Spanish Army!" Andrew, who stood on the city tower and had become the new owner of Figueras, looked at the group of prisoners who were leaving with contempt, but summarized it infinitely in his heart.

Once upon a time, how brave and good at fighting in the Age of Discovery was able to occupy the entire Inca Empire with just over a hundred people, and even conquered the entire Ming Dynasty with more than ten thousand people. The Spanish army in front of him was like a pustules, weak and incompetent. When Andrew first came to the city of Figueras, he wanted to dismember the five horses of Governor Antonio, General Geronemo, and swallowed them alive. But when he saw a poor worm who could only talk to himself and mutter the words "terror, massacre", Andrew no longer had any punishment. Instead of sending him to death, it would be better to let this madman and other prisoners of war die of exhaustion, thirst and starve to death in the mine.

After a change of thought, Andrew immediately found the old butler Sandro and told his extremely crazy decision. He asked the old butler to find an agent for him and auctioned Spanish prisoners of war. The price was decided by Sandro. The only requirement was that all Spanish prisoners of war could not live for two years in the French mine.

Andrew, who had returned to his temporary residence, had just finished his dinner when he heard the report from the guards outside the door: "Report to Commander, Princess Sophie asks for a visit." As soon as he finished speaking, before Andrew could react, the visitor broke in and walked straight to Andrew and stopped.

Princess Sophie in front of her obviously changed her outfit, abandoned the clothes that were originally dressed as a man, and instead wore an attractive low-cut evening dress, slim figure, snowy skin, towering breasts, and dewy eyes, and her mature and lovely beauty made the commander's saliva swallow.

"Do you want to tempt me?" Andrew finally regained his calmness. It was when he thought of Princess Sophie in front of him. Unlike his innocent fiancée and the deep love of the Spanish princess, she was the niece of the Pope, a woman with deep power and hope, and a woman who wanted to help his uncle and restore the glory of the Roman religion. The old butler Sandro had warned Andrew several times that Princess Sophie was a very greedy woman and must be careful at all times.

"Haha," Princess Sophie chuckled and sat next to Andrew, a scent of jasmine flowers hit Andrew's heart. "In Rome, I am a princess representing the Holy See; and here, I am just an ordinary woman. What does Commander Andrew think? That's what!"

Andrew frowned, and while warning himself, he stood up and took a few steps back. Andrew did not refuse beautiful women, but was afraid of a poisonous scorpion fatale beside him. According to Sandro's description, Princess Sophie was a heartless person. This 20-year-old beauty was once a guest of honor for the royal family of various Italian princes and kings. The ministers under her skirt had to be calculated according to a strengthening company. Many high-ranking officials died under her pomegranate skirt because of the troubles on her puppy.

"What's the matter with me!" Andrew sent a glass of water to the princess, not red wine.

"Of course, first of all, congratulations to the commander on his victory, and then to tell you a secret." Princess Sophie said to Andrew.

"Oh, what's the secret?" Andrew asked casually.

"A British spy!"

"Spy? Which! Where?"

"Just in your Jewish caravan, his name is Rose, Captain Rose, former commander of the Mediterranean Fleet, and adjutant of General Nelson."

"How did you meet?"

"I have seen it in Rome, and it is my ability to remember it all."

"Haha, I've seen it on the bed!"

Andrew sarcastically said that it was his attempt to irritate and drive away the beauty in front of him, because the time for taking medicine was almost up. Sure enough, Princess Sophie couldn't bear Andrew's humiliation and cold treatment, and immediately stood up and walked out the door. Just before the figure disappeared, she turned around and cast a pitiful expression with her resentful eyes, leaving a sentence, "Andrew, you really disappoint me, and you actually believe those rumors."

Andrew didn't feel embarrassed. The best weapon for a woman is her tears and body. Before, Andrew might have to regret for a long time, but now, he is deeply involved in the enemy's territory and shoulders the lives and honors of tens of thousands of soldiers. Any misunderstanding and harm is no more than irresponsibility to the officers and soldiers of the Legion.

However, Princess Sophie talked about the spy was somewhat possible. From the Spanish intelligence just searched, Andrew knew that the British had sent spies around him. For spies, he always held a firm attitude of believing in his presence than not, and ordered the guards to call Colonel Xiade immediately and explain to him.

Late at night, not far from the temporary base of the French army, outside the camp where the Jewish caravans gathered, a black shadow was hidden in an inconspicuous dark corner, waiting for the patrolmen to leave. Twenty minutes later, when he was sure that the surroundings were safe, he took out the flying pigeon in his arms and tied a note to the pigeon. Just as he wanted to release the pigeon, two and three big men rushed up silently, rushed forward and pounced on the ground. Everyone grabbed his hands and feet, making it impossible for him to move at all.

Soon, a colonel officer walked up and picked up the pigeon that had not yet been released from the shadows. After a fierce fight, the colonel teased and said, "Ross, Captain Ross! Welcome to the Andrew's army unit as a guest."

...

The day after occupying Figueras City, Commander Andrew had just inspected the defense inside and outside the barracks when he was pulled over by Colonel Shade who had arrived.

Colonel Shade reported yesterday's results to the commander. The British spy named Ross had captured it on the spot and collected the latest information about the army from the carrier pigeon in his hand. However, the British spy was very fierce and never wanted to disclose any information. After countless tortures, he just kept repeating a sentence, "My name is Ross, the rank of captain, and he belonged to the commander of the Mediterranean Fleet."

Oh, the British devils' mouth was still very hard. Andrew felt a little strange and ordered the colonel to stop torture and bandage the wound. In 20 minutes, the commander was about to interrogate the British in person.

At 2 pm, in the interrogation room of the military police, Captain Ross was sitting upright on the chair with a Zongzi tied up. Although he felt the pain after the torture, he still maintained the etiquette of a soldier, straightened his back, and looked at the commander of the French Legion in front of him with a sharp look, repeating the previous answer over and over again.

"My name is Rose, and I am a captain in the rank of the Mediterranean Fleet."

"My name is Rose, and I am a captain in the rank of the Mediterranean Fleet."

"My name is Rose, and I am a captain in the rank of the Mediterranean Fleet."

...

"Enough, damn it, shut up!" Andrew was a little angry and scolded loudly. It was obvious that he was dizzy by the rebellious British spy in front of him. However, Ross chuckled when he saw Andrew's angry expression.

Several soldiers from the military police rushed in when they heard the commander's roar and wanted to beat the British without saying a word, but were stopped by Andrew.

"Forget it, go down. Don't come in without my instructions!"

After everyone left the room, Andrew, who had calmed down, walked around the table in front of him, walked behind Rose to untied the rope, and gave him a glass of red wine, and spoke like an old friend.

"Captain, if I remember correctly, our first meeting should be in a villa outside Paris. It was the happy day for me to get engaged to Miss Cossett. Time flies, but I didn't expect that meeting again would be another situation. Everything in the world really makes people do everything."

Speaking of this, Andrew stopped and took a look, and found that the British had been sitting in their previous position, motionless. So Andrew changed the subject and continued:

"As a spy, his fate is usually sad. By convention, I can hang you in the city square in front of everyone, just as you treat spies from other countries, and your boss and the British cabinet will not do anything to rescue you. But don't worry, the kind Andrew will not do that.

In my opinion, the French and the British can live in harmony. Everyone pursues nothing more than interests. The British have no ambitions for the European continent. I know that the same is true for revolutionary France. I hope you and your compatriots can understand it too. As an Oriental, all my actions in Europe are to win allies of the future Chinese revolution. In addition to transporting more gold to return home, can I also bring a piece of European land to the East?

France is already there, and many victories of war have made me the commander of the French Legion, the member of the National Association, and the first deputy minister of the Army. Spain will also be, when my Legion swept the Iberis Peninsula, the Madrid royal family will also become Andrew's ally, perhaps a close ally; in the future, Italy, Germany, Austria, Russia and others will all become Andrew's friends. So why can't the British become one of my friends?"

"Hmph!" Ross's contemptuous voice came out of his nostrils. This was a topic he disliked Andrew's shamelessness. However, the person involved was not angry. After all, the British did not regain the disgusting report-style reply.

"Maybe, you think Andrew is despicable and shameless, not bad! Even I think so myself. Haha, the nature of things is natural and the survival of the fittest, you should understand this principle. History is important to not ridicule the winner! Therefore, Andrew must become the winner and become the strong, and the price is the corpse and reputation of the loser. As for the methods and means, future generations will not care about it. They are more of infinite admiration and worship."

"An upright British can never become a friend of the devil!" Ross cursed fiercely, drinking the red wine on the table casually, he was too thirsty.

Andrew smiled, walked to the position, facing the British, and poured another cup for him earnestly.

"Integrity? Yes, it is indeed a serious topic! I remember that the act of sending spies does not seem to be the tradition of the arrogant British Empire navy; hehe, the devil? It is a bit ridiculous. In the eyes of Catholics, the British Protestants who wantonly massacred millions of Irish people are the real devil; and there are friends? I should advise you a word that is not my far-reaching creation, but should belong to your British people's famous saying, 'There is no eternal friend or eternal enemy in the world, but only our eternal interests.' Please remember this sentence, Captain Ross, maybe in the near future, General Andrew will accept the invitation from the British Empire to visit London. And you, my friend, rest here for a while, and do not treat yourself as a prisoner, and the noble British guest invited by Commander Andrew just hopes that you will no longer walk around at will."

Having said that, Andrew called the gendarmes to help Captain Ross back to his residence and gave him good care. Not long after, Colonel Xiade walked in and asked about the result of the interrogation. Andrew just smiled and did not answer, but asked another thing.

"How was the arrangement of the carrier pigeon?"

"It went very smoothly. After the black slave trained it, the pigeon immediately recovered its flight ability and sent the information out an hour ago."

"Very good, my colonel! Haha, Duke, let all your soldiers come here, Andrew is waiting for you to die!"
Chapter completed!