Chapter 998 Noble Worm
"Warriors of Orleans!
From June 15th to now, the residents of Celesta have held out for a full 17 days! Isn't the endless wasteland of ashes and the ruins in front of us enough to prove their loyalty?
I have been here before. Celesta is a city full of vitality and hope, but now it is wrapped in fear and despair.
This great city is in urgent need of help. We have come here from all directions not to watch the show, let alone for beer and sausages!"
Fanny Court looked angrily in the direction of Franz again. The latter forked a pork chop and waved it twice, and then raised the coffee cup to salute the former.
Sure enough, the person who was reflected was not angry, then the one who wanted to reflect others was angry.
Fanny Court frowned, bit her silver teeth, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and a touch of determination was painted on her plump red lips. Her body leaned forward slightly as if there was a fire burning in her chest.
"The atrocities of the rebels will be punished! All invaders must pay for their actions!
We must tell the residents of Celesta that they are not alone. We will be the sword of light to pierce the endless darkness and bring them hope."
Fanny Cote drew her command knife and shouted loudly.
"Justice and courage are with us! For New Orleans! Forward!"
When Franz heard the words for New Orleans, he almost couldn't hold it in, and he secretly admired it in his heart.
"As expected of the hostess of the Grand Salon in Paris, at least she is not afraid of the stage."
However, the temporary patchwork army of the Orleans Dynasty is really a bit embarrassing. These soldiers not only have a variety of weapons, but also a variety of uniforms.
At least in the eyes of Franz and his staff, this ragtag army will soon flee like yesterday. After all, the casualties of street fighting are not something that such a ragtag army can bear.
At the beginning of the battle, just as Franz had expected, the army encountered a big problem when attacking the first street.
Faced with the French army hiding behind the bunkers and barricades, Fanny Court's troops were helpless. They organized several attacks, and each time they scattered after leaving behind more than a dozen bodies.
Franz had no interest in this kind of house-like battle. Just when he was about to do something more valuable, a cry came from the direction of the battlefield.
Fanny Court stood on the route of the soldiers' rout. She wanted to drive the rout back, but unfortunately the great principles she heard in the salon could not move these routs.
In the end, Fanny Court was pushed to the ground by a rout. Fortunately, she was a woman, otherwise she might have been stabbed to death by the bayonet.
"Our heroine was pushed down."
The playboy holding the poetry collection teased.
"She looks very skilled in falling."
The playboy with gold-rimmed glasses hinted, and all the playboys in the German coalition smiled knowingly.
"I feel bad that there is no bed where she fell."
"What if she just likes this?"
A burst of obscene laughter rang out.
"You guys who only know how to make sarcastic remarks, why do you laugh at her?"
An officer wearing a Bavarian military uniform but with the insignia of the German Empire stood up. Vincent Maurice was promoted to general by the Frankfurt National Assembly after the Battle of Brussels.
Since most officers of this era were controlled by the nobles, the Frankfurt Parliament was almost facing the dilemma of having no one available in the military.
It only took Vincent Maurice one month to be promoted from captain to major general, but the German Empire military rank awarded by the Frankfurt National Assembly was not recognized in this German coalition.
"Why do you want to be a hero, little general?"
Those playboys from wealthy families did not take the general in front of them seriously.
The celebrities on the side were afraid that the men would not fight.
"Why do you like that young widow? I don't know how many people have touched that kind of woman who shows off in front of the battlefield. You look good, do you want us to introduce you to a better one?"
These men and women who still spend their days in debauchery on the battlefield have long caused dissatisfaction among some soldiers. Seeing their comrades being bullied by them, they couldn't help but stand up.
"You guys are the ones! Why are you so domineering! Are you really one of us?"
"Who is one of us with you mud legs? Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror. We are born nobler than you mud people in the mountains."
Mud people in the mountains mean people who are particularly lowly.
"Who do you say is a mud person in the mountains?!"
The playboy with gold-rimmed glasses clapped his hands angrily.
"Guards! Take them away!"
Several guards walked over with guns, and the young officers did not show weakness and immediately drew their own guns. It seemed that a gunfight was about to take place.
Suddenly a voice broke the deadlock.
"Hey! Pick up your weapons now and go capture that block."
"Who are you? What do you think you are?" Several young men subconsciously retorted.
When they saw that the person pointing at the battlefield was Franz, the voices of these so-called high-ranking people immediately changed.
"Franz, I am Fussen from Augsburg. I met you at the dinner of the Taffi family."
The gentle scum wearing gold-rimmed glasses immediately got close to him, and several dog-looking guys on the side also lowered their heads. Several ladies looked at Franz intently, and some even held their chests as if they were about to faint at any moment. The way it fell.
Franz couldn't remember Füssen of Augsburg, nor could Bordeaux, who was an aide-de-camp. Finally, his secretary Mia Artiès reminded him that this was a branch of the Augsburg family. The fifth heir of the branch.
But this kind of thing is not important to Franz at all. He just feels that it is necessary to punish these people appropriately.
"Then sir, I now order you to take these friends of yours and the guards to capture that neighborhood. Do you understand?"
The young masters were immediately frightened to death, but they still pretended to be dumbfounded and scolded their men to go to the battlefield, while they wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
"You're going the wrong way."
Franz reminded.
"We are the commanders. They need us to sit in the rear and command. Only in this way can we use our talents."
"Don't you understand? I want you to pick up your guns and go to the battlefield!"
Franz roared angrily, and the officers who were obviously not from the same group as them all grabbed their rifles and walked towards the battlefield.
Vincent Morris whispered as he walked past the playboys.
"Come on! Let me see if the bullet can bypass your noble body!"
The noble young men did not dare to reply and lowered their heads. They were afraid of meeting Franz's eyes and causing greater trouble. The ladies on the side let out a burst of excited screams.