The Ass Pass, which crosses the Pyrenees, extends from Figueras to Barcelona and to the Ebro River. This vast area belongs to the great province of Catalonia. This province is one of the richest areas in Spain, but it is limited to the prosperity of the harbour of Barcelona. Other areas are still poor and backward, just like the declining Spanish kingdom.

There is only a bumpy mountain road from Figueras to Barcelona that maintains the connection between the two places. From the map, the straight line distance is only 45 kilometers, but the length of the road extends by 80 kilometers. At both ends of the road are winding and rolling hilly areas, because the area is located along the Mediterranean coast. In addition to a few unforested olives and low-growing oak trees, the hillsides are basically lush hard-leaf shrubs. There are many large and small plain basins mixed between the hilly highlands.

The land in the plain is still very barren. On the one hand, it is due to soil quality problems. The salty and wet sea water in the Mediterranean often invades the inland, causing too much salt in the soil; on the other hand, it is a serious lack of fresh water, and there are few surface water sources nearby. Only two rivers from the snow peaks of the Pyrenees can irrigate here. One is in Barcelona, ​​which makes the harbor city prosperous, and the other is the Roa River. The town of Fairway is located on the banks of the Roa River in the middle of Figueres and Barcelona.

Fairway town is a small town with less than 2,000 people. On July 2, 1794, when the outpost troops of the Dawu Division were stationed in the town, the number of people in the town was not much reduced except for the mayor, tax officials and a group of foreign merchants who fled. It was a difficult-to-get simple property that the poor people could not bear. Everyone stood in a dirty wooden house, and looked nervously and interestingly through the half-closed broken windows as French soldiers in green uniforms lined up by their doorsteps.

Fortunately, these invaders dressed in weirdly were not as fierce as the tax officials announced. They liked to plunder and rape women. Except for an officer who was an officer, who seemed to be a general who led a group of officers to the center of the town to promote the statue of the king, filled in the place and planted an oak tree as the so-called "free tree", there was no more harassment. All soldiers lived in their own tents and did not require the citizens to free up their rooms. In the few interactions with the citizens, both soldiers and officers seemed extremely kind, and they paid for buying and selling things with Spanish silver coins. There was no tax officer here, only soldiers fucked every day.

Every day, 5 pm is the time for French soldiers to go out for exercise, and it is also the happiest time for the children in the town. The children stood by and watched the soldiers on the playground's various movements, imitating, or making excuses, and more often waited for the candy in the hands of the soldiers after the exercise. At first, parents were a little worried and afraid that the French would be detrimental to their children, but later the worries disappeared, and the playground became the best nursery for parents.

In addition to the joy of the children, the only bar owner in the town was even more happy. Obviously, he was confirming his decision to make a name for himself and did not escape before the French arrived, while the French soldiers who followed him made his bar business extremely popular. The French soldiers seemed to be very rich, and never missed the debt after drinking. They usually threw out one or two gold coins and told the boss that the extra money would be used next time they came.

This afternoon, another group of French soldiers who had finished their duty came to the bar. In a corner, Sergeant Chavett and his two subordinates and friends, Levanna and Denadi, were happily drinking the bar owner's special high-quality sherry.

A beautiful waitress came over and brought some dishes to serve. She drank the happy Denadi, and looked anxious and shouted at the beautiful waitress: "Girl, come here, let me hug you."

The private's harassment immediately resonated with dozens of soldiers present, and everyone screamed and encouraged Denadi to try it bravely. The parties involved and the bar owner were not worried about any extreme behavior. That was because they knew that the French soldiers in front of them were just brave enough to show off their power. The "widow incident" a few days ago made all the soldiers who had touched the waitress's butts ran to the bar owner to say good things, begging not to tell the military police that came to check the post.

Denadi swallowed his greedy saliva and reluctantly moved his eyes from the waitress's plump buttocks to his companion, sighing: "Oh, girl is so nice, I'll find a way to see if I can get it?"

Chavet didn't say anything and continued to drink and eat, but Levana was hitting his fellow village friends, "Hehe, I want to die, if you are not afraid of death, just go. Well, let me guess which hand Commander Andrew will kill you."

"Damn Levana, after all, I am your brother, don't curse me like this, can I do it?" As soon as he heard the commander's name, Denadi immediately felt angry and took a cup of depression alone. After a while, he looked up again and complained:

"I heard that in the west, General Monse's Biscay Legion allowed the soldiers to do whatever they wanted when attacking Spain, both money and women. But our commander was too strict, and the spoils could only be obtained from the Spanish army. Women, I only touched the girl's butt once, but I spent a full 2 ​​gold coins hush money."

"Enough, you got the most money from the last sweeping rush in the mountains. You had 12 gold coins. Even the war horses I seized, you should be content. Also, the money for this meal is yours."

Levana was also angry when he brought up the old story again and began to ask for the part he originally belonged to him. Denadi quickly kept silent, held his wallet tightly, and stopped talking nonsense.

At this time, Sergeant Chavet looked at his subordinates, spoke out and stopped the not-fever battle between the two, and then said: "In fact, Commander Andrew has always been the soldiers who take care of him. The soldiers earned the highest income among other legions, and the fewest casualties were missing. General Monse's subordinates did rob many things, but most of them were lost on the way, and the things they brought back were not exchanged for a few gold coins. It was even more outrageous to say that the casualties were also 50,000, but after several battles, they actually lost more than 20,000 people. Now they have to rest in France.

Look at our legion. After two battles, more than 30,000 people were eliminated, and the loss was less than 600. Only the magical Commander Andrew could create such a record. Look at your wallet, there are at least 20 gold coins, enough for you to build a brick house in your hometown. There will be more battles in the future, which means that there are more gold coins. Do you want women? There are many beauties in the brothels in Barcelona, ​​just don’t get syphilis.”

Speaking of this, Shaweit couldn't help but chuckled and touched his wallet casually.

"That's right, but I still think the commander is too strict. Looking at what we had done in the training ground before, it's really hard to look back on." Denadi continued to complain, but shifted the topic to the training camp. Levana, who was standing beside him, was also nodding, and the days of training for the recruits were also very sad.

"Haha, not that way, can you leave the battlefield alive? You all know that I was a member of the rebels of Wandai. It was the position where 60,000 people attacked Commander Andrew. It was not that the entire army was wiped out. Of course, the commander was too cunning. On the one hand, the quality of the rebels was too far from that of the Republican army."

Chavet said this, and it was Levana and Denadi's turn to agree in unison. After all, being alive is much better than anything. Thinking of this, Levana asked the sergeant about something: "Brothers Chavet, there is now a circulating circumstance that the commander is helping a sentry to stand guard in the legion. Do you know?"

Xia Weite nodded. Two months ago, when the battle on the Brittany Plain ended, the soldiers who continued to fight for two days and two nights were too tired. After the news of a complete victory, they all fell to the ground to rest, while Andrew was still patrolling the various posts everywhere.

Once, he found a sentry guarding the prisoner-of-war camp sleeping on the tree root. Andrew did not wake him up, but took the soldiers' gun and stood for him for half an hour. The sentry woke up from his sleep and recognized that the commander of the army was the commander of the army. He couldn't help but be frightened and kneeled in front of General Andrew with a "thump". Andrew said calmly: "Friend, this is your gun. You have worked hard and have not had a good rest for a long time. It is understandable that you doze off. But the prisoner-of-war camp you guarded may cause unnecessary trouble for the entire army. I was not sleepy, so I stood for you for a while. Be careful next time." The sentry was so grateful that he couldn't speak and kept nodding.

However, later Andrew denied the matter, saying, "Only literati can make up such a story!" But Shawette knew the true story of the above facts, because he didn't sleep at that time, and faced General Andrew, who was on duty on behalf of the sentry through the barbed wire, for more than 30 minutes.

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Just as Shavet was immersed in old memories, a sentry on duty rushed over from outside the bar and shouted to Shavet: "Report to Sergeant, the captain, tells you to come here immediately."

As soon as he heard the order, Chavet did not ask much, then called Levana and Denadi, threw down a silver coin and followed the commander to the company commander. There, the captain gave Sergeant Chavet a task, which was to personally tie a few people to escort a weak and ragged Spanish peasant to the Legion Command.

A few hours later, in the General Hospital of the Legion Battlefield in Figueras, Dean Renek personally treated the special patients who were escorting here. In the room next door, a large number of senior Legion generals, including Commander Andrew, gathered here. Their purpose was not to wait for the Spanish farmers lying on the hospital bed.

“…

When he was received, the man was swimming across the Rova River. He was almost washed away by the turbulent river water because he was exhausted. Fortunately, two sentries on duty discovered and rescued him. He had nothing except a cheap silver-plated necklace. After he was rescued, the ambulance briefly bandaged his wounds and fed him food before he woke up.

He claimed to be a farmer on the outskirts of Barcelona and came to join the French army for revenge. He wanted to take revenge. When he said that his only beloved daughter who was less than 15 years old was forcibly occupied by the nobles on the grounds of mortgage for land rent, he also gave it to the new Spanish commander General Brisbane to ravage. Torrence himself was almost beaten to death by the nobles' subordinates when he resisted.

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The above are all the facts that the captain asked me to repost."

Sergeant Shavet reported the entire story to the commander and others. Andrew nodded silently and signaled that Brigadier General Dawu could let his soldiers go and rest.

As soon as the sergeant left, Andrew immediately became excited. He tried his best to lower his voice and said to everyone:

"Haha, the Spanish allies of the French Legion finally appeared. Oh, Saint Martin, you don't count, because you no longer call yourself a Spaniard. But first of all, you have to judge whether he is telling the truth. Victor Intelligence Officer, what do you think?"

"Torrens should be the truth. Brisbane does have the hobby of playing with virgins, and the information we obtained in Barcelona also shows that a Viscount named Leon once sent three virgins around 15 to the Brisbane General." Victor's intelligence officer was a major, in his 30s. He was originally an intelligence officer in charge of the former Pyrenees Legion. He was rigorous in his work and was good at intelligence collection and analysis.

"Yeah, it's great! Thinking about the previous efforts, it's not in vain. Perhaps my fifth column is about to be established. Alas, it's a pity that we are in Dean Renek's territory, otherwise we can have a big drink."

Andrew's continued excitement still made it difficult for the officers to understand that the commander would be interested in an ordinary Spanish poor man. People like this are everywhere on the entire Iberis Peninsula, so why be overly happy about it?

Until Andrew was excited and sent away the unrelated people, only three generals were left: Major General Massena, Brigadier General Davu, Brigadier General Mura, and Andrew's adjutant, Major St. Martin. At this time, the commander explained to everyone the great significance that this ordinary Spanish peasant named "Torrence" could bring:

“….

Andrew and everyone here, we have been experiencing a difficult journey across the Pyrenees to Spain, which is not simply the so-called liberal revolution. Promotion and wealth are our true purpose.

It is easy to get promoted, and the Spanish softies are not worth mentioning. In the face of the brave French army, they are vulnerable. Their ranks will increase for how long they take; but when it comes to getting rich, it is a lot of trouble. According to the current military orders of the Legion, the spoils can only be obtained from Spanish prisoners of war. Damn it, how much money will there be!"

Andrew stopped the complaint that Major General Massena wanted to make and continued: "So, the property of the Spanish nobles, the vaults of various cities, and the various gold and silver utensils of the church are our true wealth.

But how to get it?

It is the most direct way to learn General Monse's approach and rob. However, this will inevitably lead to the fierce and irrational behavior of the Spaniards. The nobles may be unable to move with a threat. However, ordinary citizens or farmers like Torrence will not be optimistic once they join the ranks of opposition to us. I have studied the history of this country and know that ordinary Spanish people seem extremely weak, but in fact they have a strong spirit of resistance. If they do not care about their national feelings, plunder wealth and rape their women, we will face a spontaneous small guerrilla team with a spontaneous nature.

Haha, don't think you are a regular army and don't take guerrillas that have not been trained. Then I tell the generals that this kind of guerrilla tactic that can leave as soon as you fight will make all regular army crazy. After all, they are well-informed in the country and we are invaders. In the countryside, an honest and honest farmer can make us lose our direction and fall into the trap of the enemy. What's more terrible is that they never attack our large troops, but start with logistics supplies. Imagine that if the British landed on the peninsula and the guerrillas actively cooperated with them in the battle, the brave French army would fall into the damn Spanish quagmire and could not extricate themselves."

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"I told you not to be excited, General Massena! Damn old bastard, what did you hear from me say that you don't want wealth and women? What I mean is to make our plan of plunder more reasonable and openly, and let the Spaniards send wealth and women to the winners themselves.

The key to the wonderfulness of this plan is to use the Spanish brother named Torrens to collect all the poor people who are dissatisfied with the Spanish royal family and nobles, and form a Spanish Self-Defense Force, which I often call the Fifth Column. Let them charge forward and take the lead. These people have extreme hatred with the royal family, nobles, and rich people. We do not need any provocation, burning, killing, plundering and letting them do it. What we do is to place some crude food in the barracks, cheap wine and backward weapons in exchange for a large number of treasures they think they are useless when they move back.

After all, this was the Spanish robbing the Spanish, and the difference was that the poor beat the rich. The Andrew's Legion, which had the spirit of freedom, democracy and fraternity, did not do the evil and dirty activities of killing, setting fire, and wanton plundering. At the same time, in order to avoid being killed by the angry poor, the Spanish nobles who suffered enough could only hand over all their wealth, mercy, and women, and beautiful women."

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"Hehe, General Massena, General Mura, you are too happy first. We have a battle tomorrow. And you, my General Dawu, now you know, why did I let your soldiers raid the hilly areas, pass by the mountain villages and trade equally, and occupy towns and treat people kindly. All this will make the simple peasants spread the good of the Andrew's army everywhere, at least not slander us.

When the "Returning Group" led by the Brisbane General regained the lost land, the rich and the joint officers of the rich will continue to oppress the poor, and the mercy of the French army will be in a sharp contrast with the brutality of the Spanish army. By then, when we continue to move deep into Spain, the poor will not buy food, or even send food to us, because in their minds, Andrew's army is a friend of the poor, a symbol of liberation, and a messenger of God."

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"Damn bastards, you actually despise me for threatening the Spanish massacre last month. Yes, that's just an angry word. When a country or nation is weak, it will inevitably be bullied by others. The weak can only blame the weak for their own incompetence. Power is the truth, and this is the true law of communication between countries. If my nation wants to be strong and to rise again, it must rely on its own strength to defeat the enemy. Hehe, of course there will be massacres, but it must be dominated by the Chinese people themselves, without the need to lie with the hands of others. In France, my name is Andrew, the commander of the French Legion; when I return to my country, Zhao Kai is my real name and the leader of the future China!"

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Commander Andrew's words shocked the people present. They didn't expect that so many things would be needed to fight in war. General Massena, who was originally not convinced of the commander, had completely changed his view in his heart. He finally understood that the young commander who seemed very kind in front of him was actually full of bad water. Fortunately, he was his subordinate. If he was an opponent, he would probably not even know what was going on. As for Dawu, Murah, St. Martin and others followed Commander Andrew for a long time, they naturally understood the commander's so-called "command art". In addition to sighing, they were infinite sighs.

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Two hours later, Dean Renek came over to tell Commander Andrew that his guests had recovered a lot of energy and could go to talk, but only one person at a time. So, the show was played.

During the subsequent conversation, Andrew insisted that Torrence, who was eager to take revenge, joined the French Legion. The commander's explanation was: Andrew's Legion was an organized and disciplined combat force. Except for being able to kill frontal enemies on the battlefield, it must not burn, kill and plunder; and Torrence belonged to the Spanish and could not join the French army.

After saying this, Andrew comforted her and left, leaving behind the sad Spanish peasant alone. Major St. Martin, who entered the ward, continued to comfort the poor Torrence. In his speech, St. Martin hinted that Torrence could gather all the oppressed classes and spontaneously form a self-army of the working masses who resisted the nobles, and the French army could provide certain conveniences morally, spiritually, and materially…
Chapter completed!