Although Andrew did not trust the nonsense tavern entertainment, he still ordered Ulises to wait on the ground floor early if the guest came to visit and immediately took him to the general's bedroom without prior notice.

"... Also, that gangster and gangster, how did he know Eber's plan for the uprising? There is no airtight wall in the world. It seems that Robespierre should have known the plan, and maybe he is setting up a big net for the poor to drill. It's just a pity that Prosecutor General Xiaomeit, a famous figure with extremely integrity, will also go to the guillotine."

Shoumet: The son of a shoemaker, who was an intern sailor when he was young. He went to Paris to study medicine in 1789. He was enthusiastic by nature, actively participated in the revolution, opposed the monarchy constitutionalists, and advocated the re-elected representatives of the parliament by urban and rural residents. In December 1791, the "Lombard People's Community" was established, which was actually a branch of the Cordelier Club. In June 1792, he actively participated in the work of the uprising commune. On August 10, he incited the Marseille Allied Army barracks, which played a great role in the uprising. He participated in the massacre in September 1792 and was elected as the procurator of the uprising commune in December 1792. On April 15, 1793, he participated in the petition to the National Convention and criticized 22 Gironde factions. He forced the National Convention to issue a price limit on grains and flour on May 4.

Decree. One of the leaders of the uprising on May 31 and June 2, 1793. During the dictatorship of Jacobin, Jacobin was on the left side of the Jacobin faction and together with the Eberists opposed the right side. On September 4 and 5, 1793, he led the masses to submit petitions to the National Convention, demanding the establishment of a revolutionary army, limiting prices and terrorist measures against internal and external enemies. He hated the church, agreed to the non-Christianization movement, forced the Paris bishop to give up his clergy, and ordered the closure of the Catholic Church in Paris or to be changed to a church of rationality. In November 1793, a worship ceremony was organized at Notre Dame de Paris. He gave some support to the angers and defended the anti-hunger riots led by the angers in early 1793, but did not agree with their excessive demands. He attached importance to education and public health care and proposed some democratic measures.

"…Well, at 8:28, why haven't the guest arrived yet? If that damn bastard dares to deceive me, he will definitely vote for him to take a shower in the Seine tomorrow, hehe..."

Just as Andrew was thinking about how to punish the dishonest Pierre, a rapid knock sounded outside the door. He looked up and it happened to be 8:30 pm.

"Report to General, the guest is here, it is a citizen of Dawu!" Yuliss shouted outside the door.

"Oh, please come in quickly." As soon as Andrew heard the name "Dawu", he was stunned. He immediately jumped up from the position and was about to run to open the door himself. He didn't expect the guest to have already come in. The guest was Dawu, Lieutenant Colonel Dawu.

The two most brave and good marshals under the French emperors in history are recognized as Marcena; the other is Dawu. Dawu was born on May 10, 1770 in Annox, Burgundy Province. His father, Jane François Dawu, was an officer of the Royal Cavalry. Because he was born in a military family, Dawu entered his hometown military academy since he was a child and received strict military education, such as fencing, shooting, riding, etc., but his family was in ruins and he could not even buy a horse.

From. On September 29, 1785, Dawu, who was only 15 years old, bid farewell to his parents and entered the Brienna Military Academy to study. After Dawu graduated in 1788, he joined his father's regiment as a second lieutenant. In 1790, Dawu, a nobleman, was arrested for participating in the anti-dynasty uprising. After being released in 1791, he was promoted to the lieutenant colonel battalion commander of the Third Volunteer Army. On March 18, 1793, he led the battalion to participate in the Battle of Nelvinden. In August, he was forced to resign for some reason.

Da Wu in front of the general was not amazing. He was short and had a restless hair. He seemed to be not wearing military uniforms, and he seemed to be lacking in spirit. The guest entered the door with a strange posture. He staggered to grab the room, and the smell of alcohol was spitting out of his nostrils, and his clothes and neck corners were covered with filth. It was the lees of wine. A living alcoholic spirit.

At this time Andrew did not notice these, but just read the historical records in his heart: Dawu has no airs, he likes to dance waltz, and never gets tired. He looks calm on the outside, always diligent and down-to-earth in his work, and is actually versatile inside. On the battlefield, he is a calm, firm, flexible and fruitful commander and manager, an excellent strategist and excellent tactician. Although he has a bad temper, he can still care about his subordinates carefully, thus winning the love of soldiers. He is the most capable general of His Majesty the Emperor, never defeated, and is loyal to the Emperor and will never die...

"Please sit, lieutenant colonel citizen." Andrew abandoned his displeasure with the guests' outfit, suppressed his inner joy, and invited Dawu to sit in front of the chair by the fireplace with a solemn expression.

But Dawu looked confused, neither saluted to the general, nor said thank you. He sat down without saying a word and said to Andrew, "General, I know you are looking for Dawu everywhere. Although I don't want to come, I've been asked to come today, and come to hear your thoughts. In addition, Dawu has left the army. I'm sorry that I can't treat the general with military salutes. Please don't call me my military rank."

Andrew didn't care about Dawu's unreasonable words. Of course, he knew the resentment in the heart of the lieutenant colonel who had been unemployed for nearly half a year. He was dismissed from military posts by his superiors for an argument with a colleague. The focus of the debate was ridiculous. Dawu, born in a noble family in Burgundy, and a major officer with Joan of Arc (Donglemi village at the junction of Champagne and Lorraine). Because of the issue of distribution of trophy in the battle of Nelvindon, the two had a conflict of interest, and the debate became an argument, which recently evolved into the latter's unreasonable accusation against Dawu. The major slandered Dawu as,

The aristocratic conspirators hid in the revolutionary army were descendants of Huzizhe who killed Joan of Arc, and claimed to send Dawu to the guillotine. During the revolutionary period, there was no such rumor that was more harmful than the above statements. Although Dawu kept his due calmness and did not commit any violence to those who slander him, and the investigation results of the revolutionary court within the legion proved that there was no deviant fact, Dawu was still discharged from military posts by his superiors on the charge of "false". Of course, these records were learned by Andrew in the compilation of the archives of various legions of the Army Department.

When Dawu returned home, he not only could not get the warmth of his family, but was even more severely scolded by his father, the old aristocratic father. It was in 1790. Dawu, who was a noble, was sent to prison by his biological father, a royalist, because he participated in the anti-dynasty uprising. The father and son turned against each other and became enemies. Dawu, who was depressed but had nowhere to declare, wandered around from all over the world and indulged in low-end bars in various cities all day long. He was called by the owner to throw him on the road countless times because he had no money to pay for wine and food, and was ridiculed and rolled his eyes from others. Andrew sent two groups of people to find Dawu lying on the street. After the visitor explained the situation, the drunk lieutenant colonel just scraped away all the money in the guards' pockets and continued to run to the next tavern, and ignored the general's invitation.

…

Dawu's mouth full of alcohol hit Andrew's face, which was the unpleasant smell of the cheapest gin. Andrew frowned, and he wanted to get up to pour wine, and called the orderly soldiers standing outside the door to bring two cups of tea.

"Lieutenant Colonel, Yes, is a citizen of Dawu. Andrew came to you to make you my adjutant." Andrew spoke quickly and said his thoughts directly. This was the third request that Dawu heard in half a year.

"Sorry, General, Dawu has retired and cannot take on any military post anymore." Dawu refused bluntly, giving Andrew no chance at all.

"Oh, why don't you think about it anymore. The position Andrew provides you with a generous salary and can be exchanged for high-quality champagne instead of the inferior gin. What's more, as the deputy secretary of the Army, General Andrew's adjutant, wherever he goes, there will be someone respecting you, helping you, and providing you with everything you need, including wine and women." Andrew was not angry, and continued to want to use fame and fortune to seduce Dawu.

But Andrew was disappointed. Dawu showed a disdainful expression and looked up at the clock placed by the wall and said, "I would rather drink the inferior wine of the lower-class person than accept the butcher's champagne. It has been 10 minutes. As a promise, I have completed Pierre's request. At the same time, I would like to thank you for your kindness, but I hope both of us will not meet again! Sorry, General, Dawu said goodbye."

As soon as he said that, Dawu stood up and left. Andrew stared blankly at the disappearing back of the guest, and did not stand up to see him off. He just grabbed the cup casually, but found that it was a light tea. Andrew, who was extremely irritated, threw the tea cup onto the carpet and shouted fiercely at Ulyses standing beside him, "Damn the orderly, don't stand there stupidly, pour the general glass of champagne, you have to wait for the best champagne!"

Juliss immediately did so, but Andrew did not hold up the champagne glass, but hugged his arms and half lying on the bench. The general was thinking and reflecting.

"What's wrong? Dawu didn't accept my in-person invitation! He was poor and grateful for his actions like giving carbon in the snow. At least he should be polite. But he failed my kindness so much, and he even called me a butcher in person. Damn guy, only those who are ready to die dare to say that in front of me! Is it the only one in France that can be the adjutant of General Andrew? Cough, cough, cough..."

Thinking of this, Andrew coughed excitedly, wanting to drink some tea to suppress it, but he found that the wine glass was full of champagne. Once again, the wine glass suffered the previous fate with the tea cup and rolled to the corner. Fortunately, there was a thick wool carpet, which was just wasting good tea and fine wine, polluted luxury furniture, and the repeated hard work of the orderly soldiers, and Yuliss brought tea to the general again.

It has been more than three hours, and Andrew has been tossing and turning on the recliner, either sleeping or thinking, or worrying. Julescius, who was standing by, could see that he knew better that the general was worried about the rebellious guest just now. With a sudden inspiration, he suddenly thought of something, bent down and whispered to the general: "General, wasn't that Lieutenant Colonel Dawu invited by Pierre's servant? Perhaps he could speak of Dawu like granite."

This was a praise from Satan. Andrew immediately jumped up, picked up Julissus excitedly, then put it down heavily, patted his shoulder, and said with praise: "Well, good guy. Now your general has given you an important task, which is to get Pierre to my tavern, whether it is to ask or capture it."

"But now it's time for curfew, and Pierre may not be in the tavern!" Ulysses asked with some confusion at the clock.

"He must be there! Damn bastard, he must have done his best. He is waiting for me to ask him for help. But it doesn't matter. I only need the allegiance of Lieutenant Colonel Dawu. Andrew can generously satisfy all the requirements of the bastard." Andrew took out his pocket watch and handed it to Julisses, and continued, "Go, give this to Pierre, and tell him that the agreement with him is valid. As for the curfew, get on the carriage of the Army, and I will let the guards go with you. The patrolmen of Balas know the owner of the carriage and will not make things difficult for you. Go quickly, I will see the despicable Pierre within half an hour." After saying that, Andrew waved his hand and sent Julisses downstairs.

30 minutes later, Andrew met Pierre as scheduled. He changed into a fancy coat, bent over, fiddled with the pocket watch he had just obtained, and walked to the general with a smile on his face.

"Dear General Andrew, thank God, you finally accept Pierre's love. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

But Andrew had no leisure to talk nonsense with him and said, "Don't be happy first. The prerequisite for accepting you is that you must help me subdue Lieutenant Colonel Dawu. Otherwise, if things are broken, I will still take back my pocket watch and decide according to my mood to send you to prison or go directly to the guillotine."

I don’t know if it was the general’s threatening tone that scared Pierre or if he was extremely thirsty, the greedy guy ran straight to the desk, grabbed the champagne bottle on it and took a big mouthful. After packing up the pocket watch in his hand, he turned around and said, “Dear General Andrew, Pierre promised in his mother’s name that he would find Dawu, who will be loyal to you again. Yes, it’s Lieutenant Colonel Dawu!”

Seeing Andrew nodding unanimously, Pierre described the story of his meeting with Dawu: it was more than a month ago, on the way off work, Pierre met Dawu who was drunk by the tavern. The weather was extremely cold at that time, and Dawu was already in a coma. Whether Pierre was kind or conscience discovered it, he helped him to his hut and woke him up with hot water and fireplace fire. After that, Pierre realized that the person being rescued was called Dawu, a mountain general who was looking for.

"How do you know I'm looking for Dawu?" Andrew asked. As soon as he said that, the general found himself an idiot. A big idiot with a donkey head. As a rogue proletarian on the streets of Paris, he was of course familiar with all kinds of rumors in the market, including the news that he sent someone to find Lieutenant Colonel Dawu.

Pierre drank a big mouthful of champagne with great greed, and said with a smile: "Everyone in Paris knows that you are looking for Dawu all over the world."

"Okay, let's talk less nonsense. I want to ask you, does Dawu really hate me?" Andrew tried his best to get rid of the embarrassment just now and continued to ask.

"Hate?! How could it be? The general's great achievements in Shanyue Port were so admirable! I also heard him tell him with my own ears how wise and decisive the general, how to use his troops as a god. I swear in front of my mother's tombstone that what I just said was all heartfelt words and there was no concealment." Seeing that the general was a little suspicious of his expression, Pierre quickly made a statement in a curse.

"Stop swearing your mother that she will be so angry that you roll in the grave. Then why did he say I am a butcher?" Andrew said.

"Butcher? I heard it right! Brother Dawu is so brave. He actually dared to scold Andrew as a butcher in front of France's largest butcher!" Pierre muttered in disbelief. He obviously did not dare to say what he was in his heart, so he had to put down the bottle, opened his mouth wide, and stared at the general blankly, so Andrew repeated Dawu's last words.

"My poor general, you have been fooled. Brother Dawu has no intention of that. He has said countless times: If Dawu stands in the position of the general, he will do this, and hopes to do it more thoroughly and eliminate all counter-revolutionary nobles and priests. Of course, this does not include poor Pierre." Pierre casually dragged out a chair and pressed his butt on it, and continued: "The reason why Brother Dawu is troubled is because he has difficulties."

"What's the hardship?" Andrew asked, still despising Pierre in his heart to call Dawu "brother".

"Because of a marquis of Burgundy, she and the Dawu brothers were childhood sweethearts. However, after the unlucky Louis XVI held a third-level meeting, the Dawu brothers, as nobles, publicly expressed their support for the Constitutional Assembly. From then on, the woman, who was also a noble, had to break up with her due to strong opposition from her family. Later, she married an old marquis in her 40s in the local area and became a marquis. In 1790, she came to Paris with her husband. It is said that in May last year, the marquis was involved in delivering notes to Queen Mary Antvanette and

The food was fed and sent to prison, and soon after, he walked onto the guillotine with the Queen of Deficit. The delicate marquis was also implicated in prison, and all his property was confiscated. This time, after the Dawu brothers came to Paris, they learned about the marquis. They were irritated because they were unable to rescue their once beloved woman, and they were even more unscrupulously drunk, and were tired of contact with anyone, except me, his good friend, Pierre." While Pierre was speaking this sentence with shamelessness, he did not ask for good wine.

"Damn it, since I want to save my lover, I will tell Andrew directly that I am also a minister of the Army Department of the Republic. Although I have no actual power, I have a little bit of weight to speak." Andrew cursed himself, and then asked Pierre: "Can I rescue the Marquis so that I can get Dawu's allegiance?"

"This is what the general needs to do. Similarly, I will do a lot of work. Only by working together between the two sides can the Dawu brothers become your subordinates. I really don't understand, is it worth it for a drunkard who looks like wine and life to spend such a great amount of spirit and price?" Pierre was very puzzled and completely forgot how he affectionately called the "Drunkard" the Dawu brothers just now.

"Do as I told you, complete your tasks, don't worry about other considerations." Andrew scolded softly, turning his head toward Ulyses who was standing aside and watching the joke, "How many golden francs do you have in your hands?"

"It's about one hundred and fifty," replied Ulyses.

"Well, take out 60 gold francs and hand them to Pierre." Andrew said to Pierre again: "You take this money to rent a good place for Dawu and you. It is near the swamp area. I will personally send the marquis in about three days. The money must be used in practice and report your expenses to my orderly soldiers every day. In addition, I warn you that when I send the marquis out of prison, if I cannot get the loyalty of your Dawu brothers, General Andrew will directly send you to the guillotine, no matter where you run to the end of the world." Andrew once again issued a solemn warning to Pierre. It is quite easy for Andrew to rescue several non-primaries of the counter-revolutionaries. Because the day after tomorrow, Barras and Barrell will sign a guarantee letter to release Ravas. Andrew will also request the two committee members to increase the bail order for the marquis to.

Hearing the threatening words of the general, Pierre said "yes" and nodded repeatedly. He quickly took the handful of gold coins handed over by Juliss with agility, and counted them all in a saliva, just like a lone wolf in the wilderness, with green light on his eyes. At the end, he was unwilling to accept that he began to stare at the half-full purse in the orderly hand and begged to Andrew: "These are the expenses for Lieutenant Colonel Dawu and the Marquis. General, poor Pierre has not yet come into contact with the alms of Su. Look, my clothes are so ragged, how can I..."

Andrew looked at this greedy "compatriot", felt a little sad in his heart, and then cursed hatefully: "The father gave you a tall figure; the mother gave you a handsome appearance; but you gave yourself despicable and greedy. I really don't know how the Creator brought you into the world. Alas, the kind Andrew satisfies your request. Juliss, give him all his wallets."

When Juliss heard the general's order, he threw his wallet at the greedy ghost in anger. Pierre didn't care about the other party's displeasure. Even if he noticed, he didn't care at all. It was someone else who was smashing himself with gold coins. Haha, what a beautiful and happy thing.

The greedy Pierre happily put the gold coins into his bag, and shouted without any hesitation: "Satan is supreme, Pierre is finally here to move. Praise you infinitely, sing you, praise you, my God of Hell!"

Pierre's confession caused even more disgust from Julissus, because the teenage Judaism boy was faithful to God in his heart; but it caused Andrew's empathy, which was that the general also regarded Satan as a protector god at some point, if God could not bring him benefits.

Thinking of this, Andrew suddenly had a hint of affection for the greedy and despicable "compatriot".
Chapter completed!