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In addition, thanks to the historical materials provided by enthusiastic book friend "Dahua Grapefruit", this chapter will add a special soldier to the Desai Legion, Bear Soldier---"Foitek", I hope everyone can like it!

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After the intelligence officer who came ashore early, Lieutenant Garset made a hint at him, saying that there was no problem with bread and salt, Desai took a step forward. He opened a small bag of salt and evenly spread the crystal clear salt grains on the big round bread. The superior then pulled off a small piece of bread with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth in public to swallow it, indicating that he had accepted Danze's kindness from all walks of life.

However, the welcome ceremony did not end.

When a guard next to the French Marshal took the bread tray in the hand of the old man, Desai unexpectedly raised his left hand, fingertips down, and handed it to the old man.

The Danze Parliament and municipal officials who were accompanying him were shocked, because they could clearly see at close range that he was wearing a ring symbolizing the identity of the crown prince of Warsaw on Marshal Desay's left finger.

According to the national traditions along the Baltic Sea coast, once the old man is welcome to kiss the ring face of the ring in Desai's hand in public, it means that all walks of life are expressing their surrender to the Grand Duke of Warsaw. The harbor city announced its return to Poland at least in terms of public opinion.

An impulsive young nobleman wanted to stop him, but was secretly pulled by another older MP. The latter did not speak out, but just shook his eyes and signaled the young nobleman not to be reckless, to see the situation clearly before making a judgment.

The guards surrounding the Grand Duke of Warsaw were looking at Danze Municipal officials with malicious intentions. The guards pressed their hands on the gun holsters. Once these people had any "illegal actions", they could be killed on the spot at any time, with the excuse of assassinating the French Marshal.

So under the attention of everyone, the old man who represented Danze's official and public opinion slowly lowered his head and gently touched the ring face that symbolized the identity of the Grand Duke of Warsaw.

Seeing that his carefully designed tricks succeeded again, the Grand Duke Desai, who was in an extremely smooth mood, couldn't help but raise his head and laugh. After enthusiastically embraced the old man and rewarded him with two gold coins, he led his guards away.

"I want to protest seriously to the Governor General Danze!" the young nobleman cursed indignantly, of course, after the Grand Duke Desai and his guards walked away,

After hearing this, everyone just shrugged helplessly, without any intention of echoing.

Only the kind-hearted elder parliamentarian looked around carefully, and then persuaded: "Dear Count Herman, if you think the freedom of Danzei is comparable to the dignity of the Russian Empire, you can go to the Governor General Danze's house to give it a try."

The implication is that even the Russians have to surrender to the power of the Grand Duke of Warsaw and dare not send a fleet to escort their own merchant ships, not to mention the small Danze City. What's more, the Governor General Danze Office also maintains close cooperation with Marshal Desay.

After a while, Desai walked to the welcome team organized by the Governor Danze's office. The French military band next to him immediately played a majestic music, and the many French soldiers surrounded him on both sides were cheering from the far away. That was the famous saying that Desai issued when he was promoted to the Imperial Marshal: "Every soldier's marshal's scepter is hidden in his marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal's marshal

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Let me explain: The above famous saying that inspires morale among the military is not what Napoleon himself said, but what Louis XVIII said when he inspected the military academy students in Paris after the restoration. As for the misinformation in later generations, it is purely a mistake for fans.

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Soon, a young French soldier flashed out of the welcome queue, holding a furry living creature in his arms, and went straight to the young Marshal of the Empire.

Offering a mascot to the visiting French marshal, a traditional program of the German Legion with extraordinary achievements.

In the past, Marshal Rana obtained a Gaul rooster from the soldiers;

Marshal Dawu obtained a German Shepherd (the predecessor of the German** dog);

As for Prince Eugen, he and his daughter really liked the beautiful Polish white swan given to the soldiers.

When it was Marshal Desai's turn, what surprised him was that the French soldier in front of him was a little European brown bear less than one year old but cute.

"Marson, this little guy is a baby bear we occasionally picked up when we were in the Alps. The company's Polish chief called it Footec, which means in Polish..." The French soldier who came to introduce the mascot failed to learn a few Polish words. When he couldn't pick it up, he was so anxious that he scratched his head with his fingers.

"Enjoy the warrior or the smiling warrior, an ancient Slav's name!" Desai was angry and helped him make up for it.

"Yes, yes, yes, your marshal knows a lot about Polish words!" The soldier smiled and said, not knowing that the imperial marshal in front of him lived in Warsaw since he was a child. He was not taken back to France by his father, Old Desai, until he was 9 years old.

Desai knew the meaning behind the flatterer, and he took out five gold coins from his pocket and handed them to the young soldier who presented the mascot.

"Marrior, you know, Footec is very cute. We all like it very much and are reluctant to part with it like this, but we are so fond of our love for the Marshal..." The soldier touched the smooth fur of the little brown bear's northwards and said with a grievance.

So the marshal's hand reached into his pocket again and took out five more gold coins.

"I like to drink milk, eat fruits, and have a lot of appetite. I almost cost our company 20 francs of food every month!" The soldiers' faces looked like a burst of flesh pain, as if Footec was growing up drinking the blood of the company.

As a last resort, the Grand Duke of Warsaw paid again and increased the gold coins in his hand to fifteen, but the soldiers were still not very satisfied.

"Foitek is very smart. We teach it how to smoke, drink, dance, and even how to identify the damn Russians and Prussians!" The soldier fiddled with the naughty Foitek, and the little guy cooperated to nod to the stranger in front of him.

"Okay, damn bastard! I only have the last 20 gold coins. If you don't want it, please take this stupid bear away!" After desai took out all the gold coins on his body, he issued an ultimatum to the shameless blackmailer.

"Of course I want it!" The soldier hurriedly took the gold coins, quickly put them into his pocket, and threw the naughty little guy who was about to climb onto his shoulders into the marshal's arms, then turned around and ran back to the queue, and began to share the joy with the foes.

Indeed, Footec is indeed very cute. After leaving the original owner, it was not very noisy. Instead, it stretched its little head in front of the new owner with great enthusiasm. It also boldly spit out its bright red tongue and licked the nose of the Grand Duke Desay, and challenged the majestic French marshal without hesitation.

After connecting several sneezes, Desai hurriedly signaled the commander of the guard who followed him to come forward and handed the mascot in his arms, Footec, to Lieutenant Gillovsky. He also said seriously: "Don't you complain that the guards do not have exclusive flags and badges? Well, I now order you to paint this Alpine brown bear, no, Footec, on the guards' flag and badges."
Chapter completed!