That night, when General Desnuet received the report submitted by Captain Cedro about the messenger of Lisbon, the cavalry commander, like his subordinates, shook his head, pursed his mouth, and sighed, "The damn war is over so soon!" and he stopped thinking about anything more.

After a brief complaint, Desnuet sent a Polish captain who had the solicitor to order the exclusive trophy to send two carts of consolation to the brigade headquarters, because the Duke of Khruna would set out secretly from outside the city of Evora tomorrow night, and the cavalry brigade was worried that there was nothing good to entertain the commander of the division. Desnuet also agreed to Captain Cedro's request and asked the summoning messenger from Lisbon to continue to stay in the village of Monsantu, waiting on the third day before joining the division's main force. For this reason, he sent a platoon of water-drawing engineers to reinforce.

As for the authenticity of this Lisbon Parliamentary Information, Desnuet and officers at all levels of the brigade department did not doubt it. After all, from Zaragoza to Evora, the Duke's troops had experienced dozens of battles of all sizes in the past two years, and they had been smooth sailing all the way and easily won victory. These seemed to have become the glorious tradition of the Desai Division that made other friendly forces envious and jealous. Naturally, Desnuet and others were blinded by victory.

At this time, Joseph Jacques, the intelligence officer of the Cavalry Brigade, was working with Sergeant Tias, who happened to resolve Diego's betrayal and had to reorganize and secretly cleanse the black armed forces, and had no time to consider identifying and verifying the messenger of Lisbon's summons. Due to the negligence of the Cavalry Brigade, the so-called Lisbon summons sent to the division were not received until the morning of the third day.

As speculated by the fake Lisbon messenger, Desay immediately doubted the authenticity of this information after reading it, because there was no mention of General Hill's reaction to it. The Portuguese nobles might consider their own interests and chose not to surrender, but the British did not easily. As long as the strong Torres-Verdas line of defense was not broken, Wellington and his British expeditionary forces would continue to fight to the end. In addition, as a plenipotentiary envoy, they did not convey the various conditions for the Lisbon nobles to request the supreme commander of the French army to protect their own interests. This is obviously not a normal duty that a famous envoy should perform.

Desai immediately ordered his adjutant Mardan to unfold a combat map. After referring to the terrain around Monsantu Village in detail, he felt a slump and knew that he was going to face a problem, and a big problem. At this time, Desai could almost believe that the so-called peace was nothing more than a conspiracy and trick imposed by the British and the noble resistance factions. The purpose was to delay the progress of the cavalry brigade as the front unit of the division, so as to gain time. Fortunately, the Mengsantu Mountain Pass organized the defense, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Desai, who was extremely angry, wanted to attract Desnuet in front of him and cursed him. A battle-hardened general would be easily tricked by a trick full of loopholes. For two days, the cavalry brigade was in the same place, and he was still in a row, never taking the initiative to march towards Mount Monsantu, taking down this dangerous terrain that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and opening the door to Lisbon.

But on the surface, Desai still pretended to be a normal mind. He sent the commander away with a calm expression and ordered the main force of the division to continue moving forward. As a superior, Desai knew that when leading others, he could not show any inner worries and had to face his subordinates with a firm and confident attitude. A few minutes later, Desai used the excuse of visiting the situation of the cavalry brigade, and then ordered the Guards Brigade (combined with cavalry and infantry) to follow him first, and the Third Brigade and Fifth Brigade that were walking in the marching army, as well as the slow artillery regiment and the Engineering Corps, to follow behind.

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On the morning of July 30, on the road leading from Monsanto Village to the mountain pass, a group of Portuguese soldiers in red-shirt uniforms were riding a war horse just seized, happily escorting nearly 300 French prisoners of war walking in the middle of the road.

The bright sunshine above the head made the victors feel majestic and joyful. The soldiers sang praises to their commanders with a roar and chanted the witty and brave Perot in unison. Captain Biyelo was able to lead less than 200 soldiers without a single shot or a bullet or injury. He successfully captured two French cavalry squadrons and a platoon of engineers with just two chariots of material. This was an unprecedented major victory achieved by the Portuguese Allied Forces since the outbreak of the Third Portuguese War.

Of course, the Portuguese soldiers also kept making fun of the unlucky French and Poles. They used the most sarcastic and meanest language they could think of to mock the nearly 300 French prisoners of war who had lost their war horses, weapons, property, and dignity. Even though most of the prisoners did not understand Portuguese, the winner believed that their happy expressions and exaggerated body language would make the losers feel it and fall into deep guilt and complete despair again.

Occasionally, from time to time, the Portuguese soldiers riding on horseback would take out some valuable personal belongings they had plundered from prisoners of war, such as necklaces, rings, pocket watches, telescopes, gold and silver coins, etc. In front of the original owner, everyone shouted and compared, exchanged with each other, or played. Captain Biyelo, the highest commander of this team, did not stop them at all, but instead encouraged or echoed a few words.

The happiness built on the pain of the enemy is the greatest happiness!

Compared with the excited Portuguese soldiers, the French prisoners of war seemed very embarrassed. They were all disheveled, mostly exhausted, and were listless, mixed with sadness and unwilling faces, and their feet were staggering and moving around. Along the way, they were used to hearing, seeing the ruthless humiliation of the Portuguese to themselves, and their expressions began to become numb.

The scene in the early morning was an unprecedented and unforgettable humiliation. The French and Poles who had just woken up from drunkenness have found that they had been disarmed and were still facing a gun with a bayonet. Last night, they were drinking and chatting with them. You should raise my glasses. The Lisbon nobles who were drunk together were transformed into a redshirt captain, leading more than a hundred Portuguese soldiers to capture themselves without any precautions.

During the escort, two French soldiers who were unwilling to become enemy prisoners and were humiliated to resist with bare hands, which caused a fierce blow from the butt stock and the hilt of the knife, and then fell to the ground and groaned. Captain Cedro quickly spoke and stopped his subordinates' irrational behavior. At this time, it became meaningless to die again, and it would only bring more and greater pain.

A Polish lieutenant with a messy hair, a red face, and a military cap tilted behind his head could not bear it. He rushed straight to the Lisbon nobles, and furiously cursed at the Portuguese captain in French: "Shameless liar, a hateful clown, an incompetent coward! I want to duel with you, that's now!"

While yelling loudly, the Poles kept stroking their hands around their waists, trying to find a pistol or saber that could kill people, but this was futile. The Portuguese had taken away all their weapons when they captured French officers and soldiers.

Perot Biyelo turned a blind eye to this. He shrugged his shoulders, cast a contemptuous look, and then said proudly: "I'm sorry, sir! This is war, I have to do this, haha!" The Portuguese captain enjoyed everything in front of him, especially seeing the humiliating expressions and angry eyes of the captives, which can relieve the misfortune he had encountered.

Before a Portuguese soldier waved his dazzling sabers to drive away his comrades, Captain Cedro took a few steps forward to pull the lieutenant back into the prisoner-of-war queue.

He whispered in Polish, "Yanzakvotovic, although he was captured, we still have the mission to do!"

Yangzak Votovitch stared at the captain, not understanding what the commander wanted to express.

Cedero raised his head and said with a firm expression: "Just in front of him, the Pass of Monsantu Mountain, the frontier position of the coalition forces, we must send General Desnuet and Duke Hruna a piece of information so that the comrades who came behind us would avenge us!"
Chapter completed!