The commander on duty today, Constans, brought over a Roman Chasseur who came down from the front. The Roman Chasseur conveyed the latest news from the front. They encountered some emergencies.

"Report! The Chasseurs at the front have discovered a group of suspects of unknown origin. They claim to want to join our army! My team has already spotted them. Please give instructions, sir."

"Join us?" I looked at Eugene, then at the Prussians, "Do we have a draft?"

The Prussians shook their heads in confusion and said that they had not drafted troops for more than half a year.

"Assassins, they must be assassins, let me kill them alone!"

Maurice's loud voice made the Prussian and Roman officers next to him feel confused.

I caught Constans's eyes shining brightly, and I knew that Ya's detective habit had come back again. I only heard Constans say: "Let me go and have a look! Maybe I can find something."

"Please, I asked you to be the commander on duty because I hope to use my brother's eyes that are good at detecting small mistakes to provide me with suggestions and point out the enemy's and our omissions in commanding the battle. If you are really an assassin, you will be shot if you go up.

What if I get killed?"

"That's a question. Why don't we send Morris up there and let him make them half alive first, and then I can go?"

"Now I have the urge to make you half alive." I asked the Chasseur carefully about the clothing characteristics of the group of unknown people who wanted to be volunteers. Later, I turned back and snapped my fingers.

, "Leon, you go check that group of people, and then bring those people up."

"yes!"

Not long after Leon left, more than twenty people appeared. They were sandwiched between the chasseurs on both sides like prisoners.

Leon came up ahead of the group and said: "They don't have any weapons, and they don't look like assassins who have learned fighting and assassination."

In fact, needless to say, Leon, when I saw the leader, I roughly rejected the idea that this group of people were assassins. There was nothing I could do about it. The guy wearing a pair of glasses and a coat looked too much like Jun.

A scholar studying literature in Constantinople. The people following him looked frightened and frightened. They only hid behind the "scholar" and looked like a group of primary school students who were taken out by their teacher for an outing and encountered bad guys.

Okay, why would such a scholar bring a group of students to join the army?

Are you tired of living?

"However, I found a lot of sharp knives and wood saws in the suitcase I carried there. Do you want to take a look?"

I nodded. Leon immediately opened the box he was carrying.

The shocking variety of knives and drills inside made my eyelids jump.

"For the sake of safety, I suggest that they be imprisoned and interrogated."

Yeah?

I shook my head: "Are you sure they don't have any weapons?"

"Yes." Leon replied.

"Then I'll go meet them."

"Guys, I heard that you want to join the army?" I rode up and walked up, four meters away before stopping.

"Join the army?" The scholar was so surprised when he heard this word that he almost pushed his glasses off the bridge of his nose. After a few seconds, he waved his hands hurriedly. "No! We are not here to join the army! We are not here to join the army!"

Not here to join the army?

Was there a misunderstanding?

I turned to look at the Chasseur, who saw him waving his hands repeatedly and quickly came up to explain.

Looking at the soldier's hurried explanation, I roughly understood the general idea. The conversation between the Chasseur team and the other party was translated by the Prussian cavalry accompanying the team. The other party told the Prussian cavalry what they said, and then the Prussian cavalry translated it to them,

With the German language skills of the Chasseur team, they immediately changed the sudden appearance of the unknown person's words of joining into joining the army.

"We are here to ask to join you, but we are not here to join the army!" The scholar with sweat on his forehead and the students behind him looked like they were about to die.

I understood what he meant: "Do you want to be a soldier who does not join the battle?"

"Yes, yes!" Seeing that I understood what they meant, the scholar was very happy.

"Can you tell me the reason why you should join me?"

"Support the development of science."

What?

I thought I didn’t hear clearly: “What did you just say?”

"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Gottlieb. I am currently working at the University of Nuremberg and am engaged in human research. The main reason I want to join your army this time is to complete my research subjects.

There are a few propositions in it.”

Oh, they are scholars who devote themselves to science in order to study knowledge.

"Can you tell me what field of study you are a scholar in?"

"The inner workings of the human body."

Oh. The inner workings of the human body...

Never heard of it.

"Can you tell me the definition of the internal functions of the human body?"

"This is a subject that I created alone after studying in Constantinople. Very few people know about it. But according to my definition, the so-called internal functional operation of the human body is the study of human organs and their functions. For example, the heart

Is the role of the heart just a key organ that maintains the human soul? Does it go through the heart to give our fingers the command to grab? Do we need to rely on..."

Okay, I think I know that this guy is a real scholar. In this way, I am more curious about why they came to the army: "Since it is research, why do you have to join the army? Are you looking for asylum? Elsewhere

Can’t you do it?”

The man named Gottlieb said sheepishly, "This is the experience my assistant told me, because we have tried it in other places."

"Your assistant?"

"Mr. Harvey took three students to the battlefield in Ulm in the south last month to do research, and they were beaten to death. They followed him, and they were all sent back in coffins." Among the students.

a young man shouted.

I subconsciously said: "Do the Austrians and the French disrespect intellectuals so much?"

"Actually, Harvey was doing field experiments on the edge of the battlefield..."

Well...you won't die if you don't do it, but it is estimated that the scientific researcher named Harvey has realized the true meaning of this sentence at the cost of his life.

"I would like to ask, what are your research and experiments specifically about?"

"Oh, it's nothing. According to this research project, we are just going to find some hands and feet flying around on the battlefield to observe their blood flow. The best thing is to have a corpse that I can

Use it as a test subject for dissection. Well, one is not enough, it would be better to have two or three..."

….

I have a hunch that there are many perverts like Gottlieb in Germany.

Soon, reality confirmed that my idea was right.

There are really a lot of perverts popping up from all directions like mushrooms after a rain.

If these perverts have nothing to do with me, then I will just ignore them and treat them as a joke. But the problem is that I can't just ignore all the perverts who appear. There is no way, they are too close to me.

And while they were very close to me, I couldn't imitate the Three Hundred Spartans and kick them all into the pit one by one, because they were all from Philetria.

We met up with Philetria at the designated place. When I was going to learn about their situation from Philetria, this girl took me to the place where she collected "German Abnormal Concentration Camps" like a treasure.

inside.

In that "German pervert concentration camp" where wigs and orchid fingers were flying together, and words and eyes were the same color, she pointed at a middle-aged German man with a red nose and told me that, with my permission, she wanted to hire this man to go to the battlefield to seek help.

The inspired painter painted our wedding.

After taking a detailed look at several paintings of fat buttocks, I immediately had a clue: "Feletelia, you want our wedding commemorative paintings to be full of these old and fat ones."

butt?"

"Don't you think this is very realistic?"

"Nima, is your butt like this?"

"That's not true, but they are really realistic... Look at how soft and perfect the brilliance and color are!"

"People have made it clear that their famous skills are their butt and thick waist. No matter how realistic it is, you can't let your butt and thick waist form the theme of our wedding?"

"That's true, but it doesn't matter. He is just a candidate. Here, this painter is also very good!"

I was taken by Feletelia to another "gentleman" painter whom she took in. This master was a little better than the previous "gentleman" master who had serious aesthetic problems and only liked painting butts and thick waists.

Looking at the figures with their faces upward, their mouths open, and their eyes rolled white, I always felt that Philet

Leah perfectly expressed the expression of the character in the painting, like the heroine in the 21st century island country's ghost anime who was messed up and showed a collapsed expression. If she added a little saliva and white liquid, it would be more like it. In other words, she can't

Do you want to make both me and her look like they were being fooled at our wedding?

Thinking of that scene, I couldn't help but shudder.

Later, Feletelia took me to meet many people, such as singers who screamed at the top of their lungs, poets who recited all kinds of incredible poems, and people who played with an extra-long conducting staff from the 18th century.

A music conductor who looks like a Shaolin monk... I don’t know if I should complain about this quasi-world-class event caused by France.

The war is destined to be an unfortunate war. Look how long it has been since the war started, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out. Of course, I can also complain about the thoughts of the little woman in Feletria. It has only been a few months.
Chapter completed!