Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1593 Life and death sniper (twenty-four)

  Henry IV of France once said: "I want every Frenchman to have a chicken in the pot."

  Chicken is their dinner today.

  Because one of the refugees ran away, the guards went after him, and two other people were dragged to the cemetery on the edge of the battlefield of Ivry for interrogation. The cemetery does not bury the locals. The burials are all those who died in the Battle of Ivry. Most people’s tombstones are gone, or they were not erected when they were buried. Usually the soldiers’ cemetery just puts a wood in the grave The cross will do. After so many years of wind and sun, it has long been rotten. The few remaining stone tombstones were also covered with moss and thorns. The whole cemetery looked gloomy, and Georgiana heard the screams of the two refugees far away.

  Napolioni was sitting by the fire, watching the cleaned chicken cooked a little while cooking.

  He did not speak, even teaching Georgiananna, but everyone felt very uncomfortable, as if he was a volcano about to erupt, so as long as conditions allowed, he was far away from both of them.

  A layer of mist formed on the battlefield, turning the full moon in the sky into a "hairy moon", and something seemed to spring out of the darkness at any time, looking very eerie and terrifying.

  This kind of weather is very suitable for attacking the camp from a certain angle. In fact, compared to camping in the wild, I arrived at Evre at an early time. Not only did it have a comfortable bed to sleep in, but also a solid wall for defense.

But Napolioni didn’t say to leave, so no one dared to leave. For these Frenchmen who fought in the North and South, camping on the battlefield may have been accustomed to them. Figel was also a person who had been on the battlefield, and his performance was fairly calm. , Alice and Matilda were afraid to get off the carriage.

  He might be waiting for Georgiana to apologize, after all, she was brave enough to walk into the ancient battlefield alone.

  Georgina felt that the person who should apologize should be him. If he did not choose to go to the ancient battlefield, how could he encounter such a thing?

  Humans and beasts have emotions, and she-wolves will also raise human cubs because of their motherhood, and then have the founder of Rome.

  Carnivores hunt in order to survive, and they cannot be wiped out just because they eat meat. Rabbits are very cute, but if they breed too fast, they will destroy the grassland. The herders' hopes of raising more sheep have come to nothing. The killing is indeed not in line with the inner feelings of some people, but it is part of nature. However, the behavior of those refugees is unforgivable. If they get a large ransom by kidnapping Georgianna, these refugees can leave Europe and go to the New World to change their identities and continue to live.

  No one knows how they got rich, and no one knows their past, just like everything has been over again, maybe they can live a decent life over there, thinking about this kind of future is full of hope.

   "What do you want to tell me?" Napolioni asked.

  Georgiana looked at him.

  The orange flame reflected on his face, leaving a shadow of jumping, so that she could not distinguish his real expression.

  "Only the winner can choose kindness." Georgiana stared into his eyes and said, "It is useless for those cruel people to kneel and beg for mercy. Instead, they will make them despise me."

   "Those people have never seen a noble woman." Napolioni said, "Torturing you is a kind of entertainment for them."

  Georgiana is not surprised.

  Life is like an ocean. There are all kinds of fish in it. With the support of those few humans, the werewolf is still a hero.

   "Do you sympathize with that monster?" Napolioni asked.

   "It's a bit." Georgiana took a stick and pulled it on the fire. "If I were an ordinary girl, I might have encountered an accident in that situation, and that werewolf saved me."

   "They just fulfilled their mission." Napolioni said, "You shouldn't talk to them in that tone."

  Georgianna remembered what she had said to the archer Mamluk on impulse. She asked him what he had done, and the smile on the face of the young man who shot the target instantly solidified.

   "Werewolves, like wolves, sometimes appear in groups." Georgiana said with a blank expression, "The one who kills them is tantamount to provoke his entire family."

  Napolioni showed a surprised expression, but was quickly replaced with solemnity.

   "The werewolf will lose his mind completely after being transformed, and it is very dangerous, but what’s worse is that there is a very cunning goblin on this battlefield, which is very sneaky."

   "Since the consequences are so serious, why didn't you save it just now?"

   "It's useless. The werewolf hit by the wolf venom arrow is like being bitten by a cobra, and the venom will spread all over the body quickly." Georgiana put down the stick in her hand, "We should get out of here as soon as possible, Leon."

  He showed that arrogant attitude again, and Georgiana was so angry that she wanted to punch him.

"I was also a Corsicanist when I was young. I even thought about making Corsica independent. I love my hometown." Bonaparte said. "But now, I love this country more than a real Frenchman. ."

   "Yes, I know that France is your only mistress." Georgiana teased.

   "Why didn't you say ‘Leon’ when they asked you who your husband was?" He asked sharply.

  Georgiana now regrets so much, why didn't she immediately use the fiery curse just now, she insisted on staying alive.

  "Friends? Do you want to sleep with all your "friends"?"

  She wanted to say yes, because after dealing with Remus before, she would lie on the ground to rest with Sirius and James, because she was too tired.

  Georgiana knew the time so she shook her head.

  "You should not accuse a soldier when he is performing his duties. You have to apologize to him."

   "No problem." She simply replied, "The werewolf is very close to death. He shot it to death and it was a relief."

  Napolioni seemed to be shocked again.

"Not only the physical burden caused by the transformation, but also because after becoming a werewolf, he may attack his relatives, friends, and lovers. There should be very few people in this ancient battlefield, so it came to this place to transform." Georgiana It must be sympathetic to say, "It only has a little sense of it that allowed it to attack the refugees and indirectly protect me. I feel sorry for its death. When it is normal, it may be a good person."

  Napolioni did not speak, and looked at the flames in a daze.

   "Playwrights always try their best to find the subject of tragedy, isn't that?" Bonaparte said calmly, "Do you love me, Georgiana?"

   "Love." She said without hesitation, "But the reason I love you is because you don't abandon Josephine. You are her husband."

   "Or, you are fighting for the position of first mistress." He smiled and said, "But it's not a living woman, it's France."

  She didn’t know how to deal with it.

  As a result, this entertained him, and he burst out laughing.

   "You naughty ghost." He stretched out his hand and pinched her nose. "Do you want to pinch me in the clapping?"

  She immediately shook her head.

"When I was young, I used to play on the coast. My footprints would be left on the beach, but the sea water would soon wash away the footprints I left. At that time, I would stop thinking about what I did. Isn’t it like Sisyphus? He was punished by the gods for kidnapping the **** of death and letting time run out of death. Every time he had to put that boulder leg up to the top of the mountain, he would give up all his efforts, and his life was slowly consumed in the work Exhausted."

   "You didn't kidnap Death." Georgiana said.

  "I want to leave my footprints on the beach of time." He whispered, "Have you been to Venice, have you seen the horseback sculptures left by mercenaries?"

  Georgiana nodded.

  "This is my first feeling when I saw the horse-riding sculpture that Sèvre Ceramic Factory gave me. The sculpture is not even as big as the Place de la Concorde, and I don’t want that kind of sculpture."

   "Because the streets are full of sculptures of riding generals?"

  He smiled but nodded.

   "I want to leave traces that belong only to me, just like footprints, but I am also a soldier, and soldiers have a mission. Do you understand what I mean?"

  Georgiana remembered a rumor that when Napoleon’s army invaded Russia, a female noblewoman in Moscow fell in love with a senior French officer, and then she was so crazy that when the French evacuated, she followed the senior officer.

  Napoleon’s army stayed for too much time, many people died on the road, maybe she was one of them.

   Just then, Napoleon stood up, and the soldiers who interrogated the prisoners returned.

  After a brief conversation, he carried his hands on his back and walked in front of the guards and Mamluks who were riding horses. He was short himself and looked even shorter when he stood in front of the cavalry who were riding horses.

"Soldiers!" The wild lion roared loudly. "I told you when I was in Milan that we are friends of all common people. We freed the Italians from the lethargy caused by enslavement and awakened the Romans. These They are all the fruits of your victory. These fruits will create a new era in history. You have changed the face of this beautiful place in Europe. Now you are in front of you a new beautiful land that needs to get rid of the state of lethargy, but Its name is not Italy, but Brittany. We want those who try to provoke a civil war in our country, those foreigners who despicable to create chaos and hatred on our country, and those who do it for themselves. It is not for the people of the country and the national revolution to see the sun-like power of our new-age army. I know that you saw that monster. It is really scary, but this monster may have other accomplices, and they may endanger the neighborhood. The safety of the villagers is a threat that must be eliminated. When the Abbasid envoy Harun Rashid arrived at Charlemagne’s court, the emperor took him out to hunt. After seeing the huge bison, the envoy was extremely frightened and turned around. Run, Charlemagne is not afraid, and he has subdued these large beasts. Now, I will take you to drive away the evil dark creatures from this beautiful land and return the peace of the French people. You are willing Let me go hunting?"

   "Yes!" the guards and Mamluks shouted in unison.

"You have been on the road for a day, riding a horse for a day. You should be very tired. Why don't you answer me after you have rested so that you will have the strength to speak. I don't want you to be like Henry IV, the founder of the Bourbon dynasty. The Legion of the People’s Republic of China, they are here, on this battlefield under your feet. After they defeated the Duke of De Mainet, they immediately set off to besiege Paris and finally defeated."

   "That's because they are not from the Italian Legion!" a guard roared.

   "Yes, my Italian Legion has fought for 15 consecutive days and achieved impressive victories. Do you think this is because you are lucky, because Italy's cities and fortresses are not as strong as Paris?"

   "No!" The soldiers shouted together.

   "What makes you glorious?" Napoleon asked loudly.

  The answer this time is not neat. Some people say that it is a victory, and some people say that it is because they are liberators.

"It seems that the rest life has made you forget the time spent for happiness in the past. It is fighting, my children, we still need to continue to march quickly, we still need to continue fighting, we still need to continue to work hard, only in this way we It can be said that we did not waste our time. This woman, she once asked many people, what made us sled in the snow in the Alps, not because of fear, nor because of profit, but because of our daily lives. Whenever you encounter a desperate situation, the drums of charging will sound. Do you still remember what the drums are like?"

   "Remember!" the soldiers answered together.

   "There is no drummer here, you just assume that he has played the drums in your mind, what are you going to do next?"

   "Fight!"

   "Charge!"

   "Long live, Napoleon!"

   "Follow me, children, it's time to hunt!" As soon as Napoleon's voice fell, Rapp was already leading his horse.

  His boots stepped on Rapp's hands, then turned on his horse, and then he turned the horse's head and ran towards the ancient battlefield. The cavalry all followed him.

  "What should I do, ma'am?" Figel asked anxiously, and it seemed that she wanted to participate in the "hunting."

   "Someone has to protect the girl." Georgiana said with a smile, and then walked towards an unmanned horse.

  She wished she was a woman who could say "careful" and stay behind.

  It is a pity that she is a witch, and Napoleon is the king of her choice.

  So even though she might not be Merlin in the end, she still hopes that this dream can grow a bit longer.

  　 Napoleon is a devil, you feel that you can’t stand it anymore, he still has a way to inspire you to move on

  　　 What makes him happy is that you surpassed yourself, and finally you "evolved" into someone you don't know at all.

  (End of this chapter)