The rifle regiment where Garcet was located received a notice last night that the Duke of Desay would review his troops before the surrender and the entry ceremony. Of course, this order did not require 25,000 officers and soldiers to gather on both sides of the road between the positions and the fortress, but to ask each brigade (regiment) to send 100 to 200 meritorious soldiers to participate in the military parade before entering the city.

Garset, who had just recovered from injury and was promoted to sergeant, was also given this extremely high honor by the regiment commander Colonel René and joined the parade. In the morning, the brigades (including the cavalry brigades that went on the expedition) selected more than 1,200 soldiers, dressed in parade dresses and rifles. According to the order of their respective troops, they arranged neatly on both sides of the passage where the Duke of Hruna was about to pass.

Everyone knows their exact position and their sacred duties. Therefore, without the need for officers to supervise, the soldiers have long wiped every button, every belt, and every pair of military boots on their bodies neatly and shiny. Not only does the appearance be neat, but even the color of the underwear shirt and the items behind them are strictly in accordance with military regulations.

If you want to pick out some incongruity, it is that the uniforms and military caps of each brigade are not unified, which seems to be unsightly. There are both the traditional dark blue uniforms of the French army (mainly referring to the first brigade of the infantry, the fourth brigade and the fifth brigade; the engineering regiment and the artillery regiment are slightly different), and there are also camouflage outfits with gray and dark green colors as the main colors (concentrated in the Guards Brigade and the Third Brigade); as for the military cap styles, there are even more diverse, double-angled military caps (mainly officers), high-tube military caps (mainly French soldiers), square military caps (Polish soldiers), berets (Catalan and Aragonese soldiers), and white iron helmets (soldiers of the military police).

With a few minutes left before the prescribed time, Colonel René seemed a little excited. He wore a soft-cornered military cap and a brand new military uniform with a pen in his pen. He walked back and forth in front of his own queue with his hands and bowed his back. From time to time, he looked at the energetic soldiers beside him, and would shake his body at random, causing the golden tassels on the epaulette to sway, feeling that he was showing his strong physique and broad chest and back.

The colonel stopped in front of Garset, remembering something, and asked with a smile: "Sergeant, how do you feel?"

Garset replied respectfully: "I am very excited, sir!"

"You will start with the special surprise to the Duke later."

"I'm honored, sir!"

"Well, I've gotten in touch with the military band. Damn, they asked me for 800 riyals as a tea fee."

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"If anyone is willing to share this expense for me, Garset, I hope it is you."

"Sir, I feel very uncomfortable!"

Sergeant Ortega Garset, who seemed dull and taciturn, was extremely stubborn and did not accept the jokes made by Colonel René, even if the other party was his own leader. Since Garset was seriously injured and entered the field hospital more than two weeks ago, even Enrique and Pablo, who were close to him, could not take out a riyal from the newly promoted Sergeant's pocket.

The love story about Garcet and a widow nurse was soon circulated in the Guards Brigade, and both comrades and commanders felt that it was not worth it. Even the two fellow villagers and comrades made fun of Garcet, saying that he was interested in a widow nurse who had no children and no money, and was not beautiful. Especially the widow had an ugly scar left after being cut by a sword on his forehead.

Although all the rumors were heard and witnessed, Garset was very persistent in his love, and no one had shaken his determination.

The leader was about to say a few more words to advise this stubborn subordinate, but he heard deafening cheers coming from not far away.

"Here, come!" a messenger shouted, the Duke's carriage was driving towards the Guards Brigade.

Colonel René swallowed the words he wanted to express. He blushed and ran to his mount. He trembled with his hands, pulled the stirrups, turned over the horse, straightened his posture, pulled out the saber, and showed a firm and decisive spirit on his face. He grinned his lips slightly, preparing to impose a command. Behind the regiment commander, the soldiers straightened their necks, cheered up again, and then stood attentively.

On the not-wide parade road, a blue horse-drawn four-wheel convertible car drove slowly, and Desai and his chief of staff were sitting in line at first. Behind them, in addition to a group of horse-riding guards, there were several other convertible carriages pulling military bands. The musicians were playing military songs so that the division commander could review his mighty and victorious army amid the majestic music.

Whenever the Duke's carriage passed through various brigade formations, the officers in front of him would issue a shocking command, and the soldiers behind him would raise their guns to pay tribute, and welcome and respect to the supreme commander.

At this time, the division commander had already stood up from his seat. He held the front railing in the compartment and stood straight on the convertible with a smile on his face. Then he took off his military cap and waved left and right to the officers and soldiers who were loyal to him, in order to show the highest etiquette of the superiors.

When they were about to approach the rifle regiment of the Near Guard Brigade, the band commander in the carriage behind raised his hands to the sky. More than 10 military musicians holding brass instruments (trumpet, horn, trombone), woodwind instruments (clarinet, oboe, basson, flute, piccolo), percussion instruments (various large cymbals, large and large snare drums) and accordion, hurriedly changed the tune and began to play a new song-----------"March of the Near Guard Brigade".

As soon as the music sounded, Desai, who was standing in the blue convertible carriage, was stunned. His expression was a bit strange, showing a funny look. The time traveler cursed in his heart. The bastard René actually transferred to a second-hand plagiarism transaction and instigated the military band to tinker with the "Soviet March" that he had hummed several times in private. He even changed his appearance without knowing his shamelessness and gave it an inappropriate name.

Well, Desai has to admit that this song is indeed magnificent in another time and space, composed by the Americans according to the taste of the former Soviet Union. It is really exciting when listened to, and it shows the conquerors' unscrupulous domineering behavior that is moving forward and unscrupulous.

Desai lashed at the guardrail with his fingers, signaling the driver to stop the carriage in front of the rifle regiment. He stood on the carriage, thinking about listening to this hegemonic song led by a non-commissioned officer in French and sang together.

"The great commander will punish the entire peninsula

From the Mediterranean to the Atlantic Ocean

There will be singing everywhere on the earth: flowers, wine, and the Desai soldiers are here!

The great commander will punish the entire peninsula

From the Mediterranean to the Atlantic Ocean

The earth will sing everywhere: everyone will face this fact here

The great conqueror has become a reality

Bow deeply to the most powerful conqueror of the Iberis Peninsula with respect and gratitude!

Everyone will face this fact here

The great conqueror has become a reality

Bow deeply to the most powerful conqueror of the Iberis Peninsula with respect and gratitude!

Long live! Thousand~~~years!"

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Garcet, who was lined up in front, was very excited and excited. Not only was the magnificent momentum contained in the lyrics and verses he chanted, but also because the supreme commander in the carriage smiled and nodded at him, as if he was approving and commending. While singing loudly again and again, Garcet held his head high from beginning to end, straightened his chest, straightened his torso, and tried to restrain his involuntary shaking posture until the military band stopped playing.

When everything returned to silence, Colonel René shouted a command, and all the soldiers of the regiment stood up with their guns, shouting together: "Salute to the great commander! Salute to the great conqueror!"

In the parade square, the officers and soldiers of each brigade were also deeply infected by the majestic songs of the rifle regiment and the shouts in unison. They were like crazy, and they echoed Qi Song one after another: "Salute to the great commander! Salute to the great conqueror!"

The sound of cheers sounded and echoed over the square like a tide, and the sound of a mountain collapsed and cracked. The descendants who had been waiting under the Arc de Triomphe for a long time were extremely frightened and trembling.

The Portuguese began to think of the scene in 1139 when Alfonso I, the son of a French nobleman (Lord of Burgundy), nicknamed "Conqueror", walked to the city of Evora, announced in public that he would become king, and then crowned himself as the first Portuguese king.

The British also seemed to be recalling an earlier past. He was also a French nobleman. William, Duke of Normandy, convened feudal lords in Normandy, Brittany, Piccadi and other places on the grounds of illegal inheritance of the British king, to plan and lead troops to invade Britain. King Harold of the British fought. On October 14, the two sides fought at Hastings. The British army was defeated, Harold was killed, and the city of London surrendered without fighting. On December 25, William was crowned the British king, namely William I, at Westminster Abbey in London, and won the title of conqueror. This opened the Norman dynasty's rule over Britain for nearly a hundred years.

Listening to the French's extremely arrogant and shameless military songs and the arrogant and arrogant shouts, General Bellsford was so angry that he trembled all over and stamped his feet, but he was helpless and did not even say a word of protest. After all, he was a strong person and needed to maintain a calm and calm attitude, even at the surrender ceremony, he had to show a momentum that he did not bow his head easily.

On the other side, after the cheers gradually subsided, Desai got off the carriage pedal without saying a word. The followers behind him and Colonel René in front of him all turned over and dismounted, and then surrounded the division commander. But at the same time, everyone also left a road to the parade troops (the rifle regiment of the Guards Brigade).

The division commander raised his fingers, leaned forward, widened his eyes, and warned at Colonel René who was coming to him with a smile: "Col. You are very lucky. Since I am also the commander of the Guard Brigade, and the marche is named Guard Brigade, I pardon your reckless behavior and no copyright fee is required. However, this is the only example, there is no next time!"

After saying that, Desai went straight to the lead singer Garset. He looked at the rank sign on the other party's armband and smiled slightly: "Oh, I've been promoted again, congratulations!"

At this moment, Gasset's face turned red, his lips twitched, and he was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Desai continued, "You sang well, I want to reward you well!"

He then called his adjutant, took a bag of coins from Major Mardan, and put them into the sergeant's left pocket himself.

"There are 50 gold Louis in it, as my wedding gift for you to my husband and Miss Cruz!"
Chapter completed!