Along the way, the Roman soldiers I met all raised their hands in salute to me, regardless of whether they were safe or not.

In the open area where the prisoners were gathered, several companies of infantrymen from the Mustache Regiment held muskets and stared at the thousands of prisoners of war next to several shotguns.

The prisoners were divided into two groups. Those who were dressed in ordinary clothes were either sitting on the ground in disgrace, or were wandering around in a daze without saying a word. There were also injured soldiers lying on the ground and moaning, while the soldiers next to him were

They comforted and cared in a low voice, while the other group looked around nonchalantly and stood far away.

That group of people looked like French aristocrats based on their appearance and clothing. They did not stay with their soldiers, but formed a small group far away from the soldiers.

In the face of guns and cannons, they stubbornly maintained their recognized glory.

They raised their chins and puffed out their chests, glaring proudly at the soldiers guarding them. It seemed that these gentlemen from Versailles were not satisfied with being locked up with ordinary soldiers.

When these proud French officers saw us coming, they began to glare at the soldiers around them, as if they were still in the French camp where they could dominate.

"Back off! Back off!"

The soldiers from Germany shouted loudly, but most of the French officers did not understand German. They ignored the guards' orders and were still shouting and pushing.

"Back off! If you don't back off, I'm going to shoot!"

Several Roman officers shouted warnings in French and Greek and drew their sabers.

The few French officers who understood Greek began to retreat, but those who did not understand German and Greek were still shouting.

"Boom, boom, boom..." A crisp sound of gunfire rang out.

The sound of musketry did not mitigate the French's actions.

Then, an officer raised his saber.

"Ahhhh!!!"

All the French prisoners of war were frightened by the sudden screams. They stood up and looked towards the place where the screams came from. The French nobles seemed to have seen some incredible scene, and stood still like logs.

There, his eyes were filled with fear as he stared at the muzzle of the gun next to him.

I saw a Frenchman lying in a pool of blood, and next to him was a broken arm.

"Back off!" An officer lowered his saber pointing toward the sky and pointed it at the officers.

The officers had not recovered from the shock, and they were still standing there at a loss.

"Boom, boom, boom..." This time it was several officers of the Fifth Spartan Legion who fired their guns at the ground. The bullets hit the ground in front of the officers' feet, causing dust to fly everywhere.

This time the French nobles finally understood what the guards wanted them to do. When they saw the muskets being lowered one after another and pointed at them, they began to scramble back.

"What a shame."

I walked over as if nothing had happened, and the judges who had just calmed down became commotion again. But this time, they did not rush forward in a chaotic manner. Instead, they sent representatives.

A judicial officer walked out from behind the crowd. The officer looked to be in his 30s. He had a elegant mustache and a neat wig on his head. His military uniform jacket was torn by shrapnel, and you could see from there

He was wearing a snow-white silk shirt underneath. He pretended to be calm and walked over, but his eyes secretly glanced at the soldiers who pointed their guns at him. He stopped when he saw the guards' expressions starting to look bad.

After the officer stood up, he saluted me very elegantly, but I didn't return the salute at all.

The French nobleman was startled, and then he spoke: "Your Excellency, on behalf of all the captured French nobles, I strongly protest against your treatment of the nobles of the Kingdom of France. I ask you to give us treatment commensurate with our title."

.Furthermore, I implore you to severely punish the soldier who injured a noble French noble."

"Punishment? Wait, I want to know what's going on. What's going on?" I asked deliberately in French, and then asked in Greek, "What's going on?"

The officer in charge of guarding quickly stood up and reported: "Report to Your Highness! These prisoners of war are dishonest. I warned them, but they didn't listen, so I took action."

"Your name and title, sir."

The Frenchman on the opposite side was startled for a moment before he said: "**Jean de Benoit, Count of the Kingdom of France, Major of the Paris Guard Corps of the Army."

"Oh, Your Excellency Count Benoit of France, so those behind you are all your companions with the same title as you?"

"No, they are just barons and viscounts."

"So, you are the one with the highest title among the captives?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, Your Excellency Count Benoit, please tell me again what exactly do you want?"

The French still persisted and said: "Your Excellency, on behalf of all the captured French nobles, I hereby strongly protest against your treatment of the nobles of the Kingdom of France. I ask you to give us treatment commensurate with our titles. In addition,

I implore you to severely punish the soldier who has injured a noble French noble."

"You, a French count, in our Roman army ask me, a member of the royal family of the Roman Empire Caesar, to publicly punish my soldiers? Sir, do you think I should praise you for your bravery, or should I laugh at your stupidity?" I

After finishing his sarcasm, he saw the sweat on the forehead of the Frenchman opposite him, and his eyes flashed with panic.

"But I am a glorious French noble!"

"French nobles, you still have the nerve to mention that you are nobles! Thinking that I am in this class, I feel ashamed of myself. You know, you are not worthy of the title of nobles! You are simply a bunch of trash, idiots, a group of people who do nothing but eat and drink.

You know nothing, you are no better than the civilians over there."

"Your Excellency, you have captured us, but you cannot insult us! I demand a duel!" Benoit was very excited.

"Insult? Don't you think idiot and waste are the words used to describe your behavior today? When the battle was in your favor, you just ran out of position and attacked us. When our soldiers

When you launch an attack, what are you doing? When you launch an attack, the soldiers need someone to command, what are you doing? When your soldiers need to reorganize in the face of our cavalry, what are you doing?"

Several questions were asked in succession, and I answered them one by one: "When we were attacking, you hid behind your soldiers! When your soldiers defeated my attacking troops, you ran away to gain credit."

Go out of position and ignore the soldiers behind you. Wait until my cavalry has passed, and when your soldiers need it most

When I asked for your encouragement, when your soldiers continued to resist, you abandoned them and escaped from the battlefield first. You are running away! You abandoned your soldiers and ran away shamelessly. This is what you say

Noble! I have been fighting for two years, and this is the first time I have seen such a stupid noble."

"Slander! Complete slander!!! I have been fighting until the last moment for the glorious and great Kingdom of France!" The French nobles were very angry.

"Fight?! This is the first time I have heard of such shameless self-defense! If you are still fighting, then sir, what are you doing here now? The real fighting people are those on my legs, on my soldiers

People with scars on their bodies, and those people are not the great Kongdai who followed you

The prince retreated and was already lying on the battlefield on that side. Sir, do you think I was wrong in saying this? You know, originally you didn’t have to lose this battle, but just because it was you, you didn’t know how to listen.

Whose nonsense, launched an unauthorized charge, and gave up victory to us!"

"So, you idiots have to figure out your identities now. You are our prisoners of war now. It's not that I don't treat nobles accordingly, but first you have to prove that you are a noble!"

"But...yes."

"Soldiers of the Fifth Spartan Legion, here today, I want to make it clear that I will never allow anyone to exist like this group of idiots! I will not allow idiots who only know how to act recklessly to exist! I will never allow it.

There is such a thing as disregarding one's own soldiers for one's own military exploits

There are dead and alive people! I will not allow any officers to abandon their own soldiers and run away alone! Obey orders and fight to the last moment. This is what I ask of you. If anyone dares to violate the above two items, I will

Let him pay a heavy price! Do you understand?"

"Understood, Your Highness!" the officers shouted excitedly, raising their hands in salute, as did the officers on the side.

I nodded to the soldiers and raised my hand in greeting. Then, I walked over and said to the French: "You are lucky, because we have to hurry, so you are released! Go back and tell

This news about your companions, if, if you are really a nobleman, a brave nobleman, then return to the service of Prince Da Kongdai, take up arms, wait for us, and defend your honor!" (To be continued...

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Chapter completed!