"Citizens of Orleans, Andrew thanks you for your warm welcome. But after I finish speaking later, please stop treating the shy general in this way. After all, I have not married a wife yet." As he said, he continued to wipe his face, but it attracted a good noise from everyone.

An older citizen from the audience shouted at me, "General, my granddaughter is good. The first one I kissed you was her. Otherwise, you can spend the night at my house tonight?!" As soon as he finished speaking, the noise of the audience immediately turned into laughter, and then a more intense debate was caused.

"Damn carpenter, your granddaughter is not as handsome as my daughter."

"Ha, the daughter of the grocery store still has freckles, but my girl is still beautiful. She is as pure and beautiful as Joan of Arc."

…

Seeing this scene, I didn't react at all. I asked them to make a fuss first. I stood on the high side of the balcony, holding the railings, and looking at a statue in the middle of the square. It was a statue of Joan of Arc, which depicts the battle scene where Joan of Arc led reinforcements to fight hard for the 8th more than 360 years ago. Joan of Arc, covered with silver and white armor, was driving a snow-white war horse, waving the saber in his hand, and leading thousands of troops into the enemy camp.

Joan of Arc is a miracle. A 15-year-old peasant girl could actually take on the responsibility of saving the fate of the country. In the late period of the Hundred Years of War in Britain and France, when the whole of France was completely desperate, it was she who reignited the fire of hope for the Chinese people and awakened the fighting passion of the nation on the verge of destruction with her weak body. However, her ending was extremely sad. After the defeat of the Battle of Paris, she was betrayed by her compatriots and a group of nobles who were jealous of her (to be precise, she was betrayed by the French king). Finally, she was burned to death on the stone pillar by the Inquisition.

Whenever I think of this plot, I sigh for the tragedy of heroes, shame of traitors, and even more historical injustice. Perhaps one day, I will be sent to the guillotine. Although Andrew is now in a glorious place, I have made too many enemies after the Battle of Toulon and the Massacre. No country in Europe except France does not hate itself. The Toulon butcher screamed louder than Andrew. I felt a little sad when I thought about it.

Bastard, why did General Andrew, who is fearless, become so cowardly? You still have a revolutionary cause to do. Even if you die, you must first kill all the damn nobles. Those who want to die are valuable and meaningful. Whether they are dead in battle or hanging on the city gate, they are the best destinations for warriors. As soon as the thought comes out, the whole person is excited, and the first one's displeasure is swept away.

Andrew on the stage has returned to his former confidence, but the people below are still making noise. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, trying hard to persuade the uncles, uncles, and brothers to stop them, and quickly continue their topic.

"As early as a child, I learned the legendary story of the Orleans girl from the narrative of the godfather. From then on, a wish ignited in my heart, that one day I would definitely come here to see and pay homage to the heroic city that Joan of Arc defended. Today, my wish was satisfied. I followed the traces of Joan of Arc, entered the city, came to the square, and told my excitement.

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She was a woman, a shepherd girl was stronger than the men in France at that time; she was very weak, but she could use her body to resist the enemy's attacks again and again, saving the country's danger; she might have been unfortunate, but she could not see the days of the revival of the motherland, but she used her own blood to guide the direction of the French people. Joan of Arc is a symbol of the nation, the banner of freedom, and the glory of France.

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Compared with the Hundred Years' War, the situation is now even more critical. The British were in the Mediterranean and the English Channel, the Spanish were in the Thebenius Mountains, the Prussians were in the Rein River, the Austrians and the Italians were in the Alps, and the whole of Europe was enemies of France. They continued to invade the sacred territory that Joan of Arc once defended, in an attempt to kill the great French Republic, to regain the throne, to let the decaying and declining Louis family take over the throne, to let the nobles continue to occupy public lands, and to shamelessly demand that officials of all sizes continue to exploit and enslave us, and all should praise 'It's so lucky, so lucky'. Citizens, tell me loudly, can you agree?"

"No!"

"Don't agree!"

"Hang all the royal guards!"

…

The audience was boiling again, countless hands clenched into fists, waving in the air, and shouting angrily.

"Yes, the revolutionaries must not agree, and for all treasons, we must discover them, track them, catch them, kill them, and leave no remnant. Never be merciless and ruthless, this is Andrew's belief.

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In the Oliuer Valley Plain, I shot 360 White Army soldiers; when I was regaining Toulon, I then executed 11,000 treasonists and priests; on the Central Plateau, I once again let 500 assassins go to hell. Some people called me a butcher, and Andrew never denied that his hands were covered with blood, but the tyrants in front of you will still hold up the butcher knife and continue to remove all pests that endanger the revolutionary France, even if they chase to the ends of the world, even if they are brittle bones, they will never sacrifice them.

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Perhaps one day, Andrew, I, will encounter Joan of Arc, and walk to the enemy's guillotine with my head held high, but that's nothing. I just hope that 100 years later, someone will quietly point to his portrait and say, "Hey, look, this guy is a butcher, but they kill all the nobles and rebels, but caring for the people is like caring for their own eyes. He is a firm revolutionary. If you can listen to these words, even in the nine fountains, Andrew can rest in peace."

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Finally, I once again thank the enthusiastic, unrestrained, kind and brave people of Orleans for their willingness to stay in France forever and spread to every corner of the world!

Long live freedom!

Long live the revolution!

Long live the French Republic!”

After saying these words, the crowd started to cheer again, and the slogans rang out throughout the sky. I waved my hand frequently and continued for more than 10 minutes before, after repeated persuasion by the members, they turned around and left.
Chapter completed!