Francisco Mina was able to persist in the guerrilla warfare in the barren and food-deficient mountainous areas, which was naturally inseparable from the support of the town residents. If Desay was King Joseph, he could finish the carrot and stick policy, relying on his military advantages, spend a lot of time and countless patience to slowly disintegrate the Spanish resistance organization.

But Desai is not a king, but a French officer who wants to leave Spain alive. What's more, the best time to throw carrots at the Spanish has been wasted by Emperor Napoleon at the city of Barongna. When countless Spanish civilians were instigated by priests and priests to become holy warriors, carrots are no longer effective. They must use thorough terror and massacre to destroy the will of the locals' resistance, just as the Spanish did in Mexico and the British in Ireland.

Desai analyzed the character of Francisco Mina. He would never sit idly by and watch his nephew, church priests, and townspeople who helped the guerrillas be strangled. He must lead the team down the mountain to rescue him. Even though Mina and others knew very well that the French had set a trap for themselves, he could not lose the support of the people and let those who helped and supported him down.

Starting from the third day, information from Major Carls showed that Francisco Mina had expanded its army in its control area, and it was said that it would recruit 5,000 or even more.

Since the night before yesterday, the regiment commander was rushed to the Gothic Church by the regiment commander. The Second Lieutenant Charles, who was on duty, has not been asleep for two days and has a great headache. It was the groaning of 100 prisoners on the cross and the crying of their families. In order to ensure that the prisoners can live for five days in the open-air square, every few hours, the military police will also allow two town residents to carry several buckets of warm rice soup and feed the prisoners one by one with spoons.

Out of his duty, Lieutenant Charles stopped two women who were about to enter the church square. He used a spoon to stir the rice soup in the wooden barrel. The porridge was not thick, but it was very fragrant, and there was more minced meat than the previous time. Because they were all middle-aged women, the Lieutenant did not search further and waved his hand to let them go.

Charles found a military policeman to guard the porridge-double woman and wanted to go to the church to rest for a while. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard a familiar voice calling himself "uncle" in Spanish, with a very childish voice.

Charles turned around and saw a cute blond girl standing there. The lieutenant knew the little girl, her name was Goria. In Latin, Goria means glory and happiness. When he entered the city the day before yesterday, Captain Charles remembered that he gave Goria a chocolate candy, because the little girl was as beautiful and elegant as her 4-year-old niece, especially liked to smile happily, dancing in front of the adults in the sun.

"Hello, Goria, my little angel!" Charles also replied to the little girl in Spanish,

He squatted down happily, and he gently wiped away the little dust from the little girl's hair and clothes, just like a big brother who cared for his little sister. Seeing that Goria was still wearing a gray coarse cloth suit, Charles wanted to buy a beautiful princess dress after arriving in Madrid and give it to the little girl when she came back.

"Hello, the uncle who gave me chocolate, I'm here to thank you. The chocolate is delicious, and my brothers like it too." Goria's innocent smile swept away Charles's previous worries.

Charles laughed, gently scraped the slightly raised little nose of the blonde girl and began to fumble through her pocket. Unfortunately, he didn't bring any snacks today. In order not to disappoint the little guy, he exchanged 5 francs of a military policeman's backpack for two large pieces of chocolate and handed them to Goria.

"Thank you, I'm the uncle who gave me chocolate again!" The little girl thanked her very politely. Then, she wanted to put the chocolate in a small cloth-spun shoulder bag on her waist, but it was a little trouble. Charles smiled and went to help her finish it.

Shire suddenly saw a knife hidden in a small cloth-spun shoulder bag. The knife is made of wooden, very small, and is only half the length of the palm of the ** hand. Perhaps it was a toy that the little girls and brothers didn't want, and was picked up and collected by Goria.

Charles believed that sword toys were not suitable for angel-like little girls, who needed beautiful princess dresses, soft dolls, and delicious and beautiful candies. He kindly persuaded Golia to throw away the knife because it was too dangerous and could free up space for a small bag to hold more delicious and beautiful candies.

Unexpectedly, the little girl's reaction shocked Charles. Goria pulled Charles' hand away and let two pieces of chocolate fall to the ground. She took two steps back, stamped her feet, and tried her best to cover the shoulder bag with the knife with her hands, shouting at Charles, "Don't move it, keep it, when I grow up, use it to kill a Frenchman!"

Charles was shocked. He could not imagine such a young, ordinary Spanish girl who hated her compatriots so much and vowed to kill a Frenchman when she grew up. The little girl clenched her fists, and her glittering eyes showed an extremely serious expression. It was obviously not a joke, but a truth that came to her heart.

It was not until Goria turned around and ran away that Charle came to his senses. He sat on the stone steps of the church with a frustration. The hatred expressed by the innocent little girl made the lieutenant recall everything he had encountered in Victoria, Zaragoza, and Ariza since he entered Spain: almost every Spanish was frowning, their doors were closed, and behind the frosty masks, the civilians also had deep hatred for those outsiders who destroyed their cities, destroyed their monuments, and defiled their holy lands.

The goblet dressed in brandy, with a strong aroma of wine, was sent to the lieutenant. Colonel Desay's smile appeared in front of Charles, with a smell of success in conspiracy.

"For health!" Desai raised his glass and drank it all in one go. Charles didn't want to refuse the superior's kindness and took a sip.

Desai poured himself another glass. He stopped drinking, but just shook the wine glass gently, smelling the rich fragrance, and then said, "Do you know? Second Lieutenant, these crystal clear, noble and elegant, with amber-like golden brandy, were first invented by the French in Spain in the 18th century. Unfortunately, the Spanish were too lazy and could have been wonderful, mellow and delicious wines that made them brew water that no one else could drink. It was still our French brandy smell was pure, but it was too rare here."

Charles continued to remain silent, but just stared at the wine glass in his hand, as if he wanted to seek inner peace and liberation from the golden liquid with religious colors.

Desai brought a bench and sat in front of his subordinates, continuing to preach:

"When we set foot on the land of Spain, the invaders will be accompanied by all French-soldiers, unless we return to the other side of the Pyrenees. So, please do not look at our enemies hostile to us with compassion, even if they are not necessarily soldiers, perhaps women, old men, or children.

Second Lieutenant, you also know my other identity, a Pole with the blood of the Sislavic. 18 years ago, when Russia, Prussia and Austria divided Poland, my grandfather also made me remember this hatred before sending me back to Paris, because one week later, my grandfather, a kind and respectable old duke, died in the streets of Warsaw. Later, according to a Polish general, the one who killed my grandfather was a Prussian camp from Friedland. A few years ago, in the city of Gdansk, I met the surrendered Prussian camp.

Hehe, do you know? In order to avenge, I instigated a team of French soldiers to fight with the Prussians, and the first one to come to suppress the Polish army. The total 512 Prussian battalions soldiers were executed by the Polish army.

When I looked at the bodies of the Prussian soldiers who put down their weapons and were later executed by conspiracy, I did not feel any pleasure, but felt an inexplicable fear that one day I would be killed by people who hated France or Poland. So I secretly decided to kill the enemy before they wanted to kill them, whether they were men or women, soldiers or civilians.

Remember, the second lieutenant! Mercy applies only to himself and his own compatriots. Fighting against any enemies that cannot be bought or unwilling to surrender must be determined and cruelly killed until the last one!”

As the conversation approached, Colonel Desay stood up again. He hit the devastated Lieutenant Charles with the horse whip in his hand, and said viciously: "If you did not kill more than three Spaniards in the day after tomorrow's battle, I will disarm your weapons and send you back to France alone so that you can taste the cruel means of the angry Spaniards punishing the invaders!"
Chapter completed!