Chapter 17 Chapter 4 Mother-1

We have seen my mother walking in a daze, and this night, she walked all day.In fact, she does this every day, walking forward in a daze, never stopping, taking a nap everywhere when she is exhausted, which is not called a rest; pecking here and there like a bird, this is not called a meal.For her, food and sleep are just about not dying in the streets. She had spent the previous night in an abandoned barn.This dilapidated house is a product of the Civil War.In the wilderness there were four walls and an open door and what was left of the roof and a little straw, so she lay down on the straw under the roof and felt the mice running in the straw and watched the stars rise over the roof .She slept for hours, awoke at midnight, and continued on her way, trying to beat the heat of the day.For summer walkers, midnight is more generous than noon.

She tried to follow the line roughly pointed out to her by the farmer in Waltort, as far west as possible.Anyone who is around her will hear her constantly saying: "Turg".Those were the only words she knew, aside from the names of her three children. As she walked she thought of all that had happened to her, all that she had endured, all that she had accepted, all that had happened to her, all that was dishonorable, all the conditions, the bargains that had to be made, and all this sometimes For a shelter, sometimes for a piece of bread, sometimes just to ask for directions.Poor women are more miserable than poor men, because women are tools for pleasure.Terrible adrift!But she doesn't care about any of this, as long as the child can be found.

The first thing she encountered that day was a village by the main road.Dawn had just begun, and everything was still immersed in the dark night. However, on the streets of the village, several doors were already half-opened, and someone poked his head out of the window curiously. The villagers were restless like a beehive, for they heard the rattle and clang of wheels. A group of people stood in the square in front of the church, staring blankly at the road, where something was coming down from the top of the hill towards the village.It was a four-wheeled wagon, drawn by five horses in chains, loaded like a long beam, but shapeless in the middle, and covered with a large tarpaulin, as if wrapped Shroud.Ten men rode in front of the chariot, and ten men rode behind the chariot.They wore three-cornered hats, and on their shoulders stood something like a needle like the point of an unsheathed saber.The procession moved slowly, black on the horizon.The chariot seemed black, the horse seemed black, and the rider seemed black.Behind them is the whitening morning light.

They entered the village and walked towards the square. When the carriage descended the mountain, it was already slightly bright, and the team of people and horses could be clearly seen.They were silent, like a troop of shadows. The riders were soldiers, and they did carry drawn sabers.The tarp is black. The poor wandering mother also entered the village, and came among the peasants, just as the carriages and soldiers came to the square.There is a voice in the crowd quietly asking and answering: "What is this?" "It's the guillotine." "Where did it come from?"

"From Fougères." "Where are you going?" "I don't know, it's said to be a castle on the Gipparinière side." "Parinier!" "It can go wherever it likes, but don't stop here!" The loaded carts covered with what looked like shrouds, the horses, the cavalry, the clang of the chains, the silent people, all seemed ghostly at dawn. The procession crossed the square and out of the village.The village is located in a depression, with uphill and downhill front and back.A quarter of an hour later, the peasants who remained in the square in daze saw the funeral procession appear on the top of the hill to the west.The great wheels bumped in their ruts, the chains of the horses jingled in the morning wind, the sabers gleamed; the sun came up, the road turned, and all was lost.

At this moment, in the library, Jorget is waking up next to his sleeping brothers, saying good morning to his little pink feet. The mother saw this dark thing go by, and did not understand and did not want to understand what it was, because there was another baby elephant before her eyes--children who disappeared into the darkness. Not long after that team left the village, she also left the village, and took the same road, not far from the soldiers behind the carriage.Suddenly, she remembered the word "guillotine". She, the ignorant Michelle Fletcher, did not know what "guillotine" was, but she felt it instinctively, so she shivered inexplicably, unwilling to continue After following, he turned left, left the road, and entered the woods, which was the Forest of Fougères.

She wandered for a while and saw a bell tower and some roofs. This was a village on the edge of the forest, and she went in.She is hungry. There is a republican military outpost in the village. She walked all the way to the square in front of the village government. The atmosphere in the village was restless.A crowd gathered at the gate steps of the village hall.On the steps stood a man, accompanied by soldiers, holding up a large notice.To his right is the drummer, and to his left the poster man with paste and brush. The village head stands on the balcony above the gate, dressed in peasant clothes but with a tricolor sash.

The person holding the notice is the officer who read the notice. He wore his country tour sash, and a small bag slung from it, signifying that he was going from village to village, delivering proclamations to the whole district. As Michelle Frye County approached, he had just unfolded the notice and began to read it.He read aloud: "United and indivisible French Republic." There was a burst of drumming.The crowd seemed to fluctuate.Some took off their bonnets, while others straightened their hard hats.In this period, and in this place, hats were almost a sign of political opinion.Royalists wear hard hats, republicans wear soft hats.The indistinct sound of the south ceased, and the crowd heard the guard read:

"According to the orders issued by the National Salvation Committee and the powers granted..." Another drumbeat.The guard continued to read: "According to the relevant decree of the National Convention declaring armed rebels as persons beyond the protection of the law, and imposing capital punishment on those who shelter or assist their escape..." A farmer whispered to the people next to him: "What is capital punishment?" The man replied: "I do not know either." The guard shook the notice, and then read: "According to Article 17 of the law of April 30, the special representative and his agent have the full power to deal with the rebels..."

He paused: "The following persons, whose names and epithets are attached, are declared exempt from the protection of the law..." People pricked up their ears to listen. The guard's voice was like thunder: "...the Langtenac bandits..." "This is our lord," murmured a peasant. The crowd is whispering: "He is our lord." The guard continued to read: "...Lantenac, ex-marquis, bandit; Emmanus, bandit..." The two farmers squinted at each other for a moment. "It's the old days of the rambunctious ones." "Yes, it's the disaster star of the Blue Army."

The guard went on to read: "...great warrior, bandit..." Someone is murmuring: "This is the priest." "Yes, Monsieur Thielmer." "Yes, he's the cure over there in Chapelle's wood." "Bandits too," said a man in a bonnet. The servant continued to read: "...Boinouvo, bandits; the Musuogun brothers, bandits; Uzar, bandits..." "This is M. de Guerin," said a farmer. "...the Bandit Panier..." "This is Mister Seifer." "... liquidator, bandit..." "This is Monsieur Yamois." The guard ignored these comments and continued to read: "...Ginovazzo, the bandit; Chatneret, the bandit, aka Robbie..." A farmer whispered: "Ginovazzo is Leblon, Chatenay is Saint-Toys." "...Wasner, bandits..." The crowd quietly discussed: "He's from Ruyers." "Yes, he is Jin Zhi." "His brother was killed during the attack on Pontorson." "Yes, Wasner Malonière." "A handsome lad of nineteen." "Listen carefully," shouted the officer, "the last names on the list are: Meipu, bandit; bagpipe, bandit; cleaver, bandit; infatuated man, bandit..." A boy pushes a girl's elbow.The girl smiled. The servant continued to read: "... Dongsing, bandit; cat, bandit..." This is Mural. said a farmer. "...Tubz, bandits..." A farmer said: "This is Godfrey." "There are two of the Goffers," a woman added. "They're good people," complained a young man. The guards shake the announcement, the drummer beats the drums. The servant continued to read: "The above-mentioned people, no matter where they are captured, will be shot immediately once they are identified." There was commotion in the crowd. The servant continued to read: "... Those who contain or assist their escape will be handed over to a military court for execution. Signature..." Deep silence. "... Signature: Simurdan, special representative of the National Salvation Committee." "He's a priest," said a peasant. "Original parson of Parignier." "Tilmo and Simuldan are both priests, one white and one blue," said a citizen. "It's all black," said another citizen. At this moment, the village head standing on the balcony raised his hat and shouted: "Long live the Republic!" There was another drumbeat, indicating that the guard hadn't finished reading.He did make a gesture and said: "Please note that this is the last few lines of the Government Notice, signed by Commander Govan, Captain of the Northern Coast Expedition." "Listen up!" someone in the crowd said. The servant read: "Violation shall be punished with death..." Everyone was silent. "...by order, any assistance or assistance to the above-mentioned nineteen rebels who are currently trapped in Turg is strictly prohibited." "Huh?" said a voice. It was a woman's voice, the mother's voice. Michelle Fleischer was in the middle of the crowd.She didn't pay attention to listen, but often when she didn't pay attention to listen, she listened to it.She heard the name Turg and looked up. "Huh?" She asked again: "Turg?" People looked at her, seeing her in a daze and in rags.Someone whispered: "She looks like a bandit woman." A peasant woman came over with a basket of wheat cakes and whispered to her: "Do not talk." Michelle Fletcher looked at the woman in amazement.She didn't understand what was going on again.The name Turg flashed like lightning, and now she sank into night again.Doesn't she have the right to inquire about news?Why do people look at her like that? At this time, the drummer beat the drum for the last time, the poster posted the notice, the village chief walked into the village hall again, and the guards left for the next village.The crowd dispersed. There is a little hero before the notice.Michelle Fleischer walked towards them. They are talking about those who have been declared exempt from the law. Among them are peasants and citizens, that is to say, there are white parties and blue parties. A farmer said: "Never mind. They didn't catch everybody. Nineteen were only nineteen. They didn't catch Priou, they didn't catch Benjamin Moulin, they didn't catch the parish of Anduilère." Goupil." "And Laurier of Montjean," said another. Others added: "And Breece Deney." "And François Diduet." "Yes, the Laval man." "And Huey of Launet-Villiers." "And Greg." "And Piron." "And Fier." "And Menissan." "And Guyare." "There are also three brothers Zhirelei." "And Monsieur Lechandelier de Pierreville." "You fools!" said a stern-looking old man with white hair, "if they catch Lantenac, they'll have everything in their hands." "But I haven't caught it yet." A young man said. The old man retorted: "Once Lantenac is caught by them, Vendée loses his soul. Once Lantenac is dead, Vendée is dead." "Who is this Lantenac?" asked one of the townspeople. "A former nobleman," replied another citizen. Another went on to say: "He shot women." Michelle Fletcher heard it and said: "right" People turn their heads. She continued: "Because I was shot." This sentence is very strange, as if a living person is saying that he is a dead person.People squinted at her. She did look suspicious, panicked, trembling, animal-like, frightened herself and frightening others.Women show a terrible weakness in despair, as if hanging on the end of fate.But farmers are careless about this.A farmer muttered, "She's probably a spy." "Don't talk, go!" the kind peasant woman who had just talked to her whispered. Michelle Fleischer replied: "I'm not up to anything. I'm looking for kids." The peasant woman looked at those who were looking at Michel Fleischer, touched her forehead with her fingers, winked and said: "She's an innocent woman." Then she pulled Michelle Flesia aside and gave her a wheatbread. Michelle Fleischer gnawed greedily without even thinking about thanking her. "That's right," said the farmers, "she ate like an animal, and she was an innocent." People walked away one after another, the crowd dispersed. Michel Fleischer finished his pie and said to the peasant woman: "I'm done. It's delicious. Now tell me how to get to Turg." "Look at you again!" cried the peasant woman. "I must go to Turg. You tell me which way to go." "That's right!" said the peasant woman. "Are you going to die? Besides, I don't know how to go. Oh, you are crazy! Listen, poor woman, you look very tired, go to my house to rest. Bar." "I don't rest," said my mother. "Your feet are all worn out," murmured the peasant woman. Michelle, Fletcher went on to say: "I tell you that they stole my children, a little girl and two little boys. I am from Carnisio in the forest. The man I met in the field talked about me. The caiman healed my wound. It was like something broke in me at the time. These things have happened. And Radu Middle Earth.You can talk to him.He will say it.It was he who saw us in the woods.three people.I told you it was three children.The eldest is René-Jean.I can attest to all this.The other is Fat Alan, and the other is Jorgete.My husband died, he was beaten to death.Earlier he was a sharecropper on the Sisqualia estate.You seem like a well-meaning person.tell me how to go.I'm not crazy, I'm a mother.I have lost my children and I am looking for them.That's it.I don't quite know where I come from, but last night I spent the night on straw in a barn. Turg is my go to place.I am not a thief.You see I'm telling the truth.You should help me find a child.I am not a local.I've been shot, but don't know where. " The peasant woman shook her head and said: "Listen to me, passer-by. During the revolution, don't say anything you don't understand. Otherwise you will be arrested." "But where is Turg?" cried the mother. "Madame, for the sake of the Child Jesus and Our Lady of Mercy, please, madam, please, please, tell me how to get to Turg!" The peasant woman was angry: "I don't know! I wouldn't tell you if I knew. It's a dangerous place. No one goes." "But I'm going," said the mother. So she hit the road again. The peasant woman watched her walk away and muttered: "She has to eat!" She ran to catch up with Michelle Flascia, put a wheatbread into her hand and said: "It's your dinner." Michelle Fletcher went on raising the wheatbread, without answering, without turning around, and continued walking. She walks out of the village.As she was passing the last houses, she saw three barefooted and ragged children passing by, and going up she said: "It's two girls and a boy." They looked at the bread in her hand, and she gave it to them. The children took the cake and became frightened. She went into the forest. On this very day, before daybreak, in the misty and dark forest, on the road from Jaffnay to Lycus, the following happened. All the roads in Bocaage are sunken, and the road from Jaffnay to Lycus to Parignier is steep and winding.It is better to say it is a ditch than a road.This road came from Vitré, and it had the good fortune to jolt Madame de Sévigner's carriage.Fences on the left and right seemed to block the road.This is the best place to lay an ambush. This morning, Michel Fleischer passed the first village in another part of the forest, and saw the ghostly carriage escorted by soldiers, and an hour before that, a group of people lurk in the In the thorn bushes on both sides of the Jaffney road at the end of the Quwannon Bridge.The branches hide everything.The men were peasants, all wearing "Grigo," the fur coats worn by sixth-century Breton kings and eighteenth-century peasants.They were all armed with spears and axes.The man with the ax had just pushed a fire of dry wood and logs in the glade, waiting to be kindled.People with long guns gathered on both sides of the road and waited.Anyone who could see behind the leaves would see here and there fingers on the trigger and guns poking out of the intertwining branches, aimed.These people are peeping.All guns were on the road, white in the morning light. Voices whispered in the darkness: "Is this true?" "Of course. That's what they say." "Will it pass through here?" "It is said that it is in this area." "Don't let it slip away." "Got to burn it." "We are from three villages." "No, what about the guards?" "Kill." "Is it really going this way?" "It is said to be so." "So it came from Vitre." "Why not?" "But it was originally said to come from Fougères." "Whether it comes from Fougères or from Vitré, it comes from the devil." "right" "It should go back to the devil." "right" "Is it going to Parignier?" "I guess so." "It can't go." "of course." "Can't go, can't go, can't go." "Notice." The sky is beginning to get dark, and it is true that there should be no more talking. Suddenly the ambushes held their breath, for they heard the sound of wheels and horses.Looking through the gaps in the branches and leaves, they vaguely saw a long carriage and escorting cavalry on the concave road, and something was still loaded in the carriage, driving towards them. "Here it comes!" said the leader-like man. "Yes," said a stalker, "and guards." "how many people?" "Twelve people." "It was originally said to be twenty people." "It doesn't matter if it's twelve or twenty, kill them all." "Wait until they come within range." After a while, a carriage and guards appeared around the corner. "Long live the king!" cried the peasant chief. Thousands of guns fired. When the smoke cleared, so did the guards.Seven guards fell to the ground and five escaped.The peasants ran to the wagons. "Hey," Shouxu exclaimed, "it's not a guillotine, it's a ladder." The carriage was indeed fitted with a long ladder. Both horses were wounded and lying on the ground.The driver of the car was also killed by a stray bullet. "Never mind," said the chief, "it is suspicious to send guards to escort the long ladder. Besides, it is going in the direction of Parignier, and it must be for the purpose of climbing Turg. "Burn the ladder!" cried the peasants. So they burned the ladder. As for the chariot of death which they were waiting for, it had taken another road, was already two leagues away, and had been seen by Michel Fleischer passing through the village in the morning sun. After Michelle Fleischer gave the wheatbread to the three children, she started walking through the woods in a daze. ① Latin, meaning the voice of the wilderness, from the words of John the Baptist in the "Bible? New Testament". --Editor's Note Since others refused to show her the way, she had to find it independently.Sometimes she sat down, stood up, and sat down again.She felt a death-like fatigue, first in the muscles, then in the bones, the fatigue of a slave, and she was a slave, the slave of three lost children.She has to find them.Every minute lost could mean losing them.A person who bears this responsibility no longer has any rights.For her, taking a breather was out of the question. But she was exhausted.People are so tired that even walking becomes a problem.Can she walk?She had been on her way since early in the morning, and never came across a village, nor even a house.At first she took the right way, then the wrong way, and finally got lost among identical trees.Is she near her destination?Is the end of misery about to be reached?She was walking the path of pain, feeling the weariness of the last leg.Will she die on the road?At this moment, she couldn't go any further, the sun was setting, the forest was getting dark, and the path disappeared under the grass, she felt at a loss. She has only God.She called, but no one answered. She looked around, saw a gap between the branches, walked towards it, and suddenly found herself outside the woods. In front of her was a valley as narrow as a ditch, with a clear stream of water flowing among the rocks at the bottom of the valley. At this time, she felt so thirsty that she walked towards the stream and knelt down to drink water. She used the moment on her knees to say her prayers. She stood up to see which way to go. She crosses the brook. On the other side of the small valley is a large plateau covered with short thorns without seeing the edge. The plateau is on the slope beside the stream, stretching as far as the eye can see.The forest is loneliness, and the plateau is wilderness.In the forest, there might be someone behind every bush.But on the plateau, as far as the eye can see, there is nothing.A few birds flew into the heath as if fleeing. At this moment, facing the boundless loneliness, the mother in a daze had her legs weak; she seemed to lose her mind, and threw a strange voice towards the loneliness: "Is there anyone here?" She waits for an answer. Someone answered. It was a deep voice, which came from the horizon and caused echoes one after another.It was like thunder, or the sound of cannon.The voice seemed to be answering the mother, it was saying, "There is someone." Then there was silence. Mother straightened up excitedly.There are people here.She has someone to talk to now.She had just drank water, said her prayers, and regained her strength.She began to climb the hill, heading in the direction of the great, distant sound. Suddenly, a tall tower appeared on the horizon.It stood alone in the wilderness, and the setting sun dyed it red. It's about a farido from here.Behind the tower is a large area of ​​foggy trees, which is the Forest of Fougères. The position of the tower was exactly where the rumbling sound - it seemed to call - came from.Could it be that the voice came from the tower? Michelle? Fleischer came to the plateau project, in front of a flat river. She walked towards the tower. The hour has come. The ruthless have captured the cruel. Simuldan held Lantenac in his hands. The old Royalist rebel was trapped in his lair, apparently unable to escape.Simurdan was going to behead him, on his property, or in front of his property, so that the feudal mansion could witness the feudal lord's head beheaded with his own eyes, so as to make an example of others. He therefore sent to Fougères to fetch the guillotine, which we have just seen on the road. To kill Lantenac is to kill the Vendée; to kill the Vendée is to save France.Without hesitation, Simuldan performed this brutal duty with ease. Simuldan was relieved that the Marquis seemed to be at the end of his rope, but another matter worried him.The battle must have been brutal, and Govan would command it, and probably fight, because the young commander had the air of a soldier;May he not lose his life!Govan!his child!His only love in the world!Govan had been lucky up to this point, but good luck can tire too.Simuldan was trembling.What a strange fate: He is caught between two members of the Govan family, one of whom he wishes to die and the other to live. This cannon not only woke up Jorget in the cradle, but also summoned the mother who was in the abyss of loneliness.Whether it was accidental or intentional by the aimer, the warning shell hit the second floor of the tower, pierced through the iron grill covering the large firing hole, and knocked it out in half.The besieged have no time to mend. The besieged were bragging at first, but in fact they had little ammunition and were in a more difficult situation than the besiegers had expected.Given enough gunpowder, they would blow up Turg and die with the enemy, which was their dream.Their reserves were exhausted, however, and they were limited to thirty shots each.There are many long guns, short guns, and pistols, but not many bullets.They loaded all their guns for continuous fire, but for how long?It is a difficult problem to shoot and save bullets.Fortunately--unfortunately fortunate--the combat would be mainly hand-to-hand, hand-to-hand combat with saber and dagger.The two sides mostly wrestle rather than shoot each other.Both sides will hack and slash at each other, which is exactly what the besieged hoped for. The interior of the tower seemed insurmountable.In the low hall where there was a gap, Lantenac had artfully fortified to block the entrance.Behind the fortification was a long table covered with loaded weapons: flare muskets, carbines, blunderbusses, besides sabers, axes, and daggers.Since it was impossible to use the dungeon leading to the hall to blow up the tower, the Marquis ordered the doors of the basement to be closed.Above the low hall was the circular room on the second floor, accessible only by a very narrow St. Gilles spiral staircase.This room, like the lower hall, contained a table covered with weapons ready and at hand.The light enters the room from a long row of shooting holes, and the iron gratings of the shooting holes have just been damaged by shells. From this room, you can go up to the circular room on the third floor along the spiral staircase, where there is an iron gate that communicates with the bridge and a small castle.This room was called the "Iron Door Room" or "Mirror Room," because on the bare five walls hung many small mirrors, half wild and half elegant, on old rusty nails.The upper chambers were indefensible, so the Mirror Room was, in the words of the fortress legislator Maneson-Marais, "the last stronghold of the surrender of the besieged."We have already said that they must not let the besiegers come here. This round room on the third floor is also lit from the embrasure, but here a torch is also burning, which is inserted into an iron frame similar to the one in the lower hall.It was lit by Immanus, with the end of the matchlock beside it.What a dreadful arrangement! On the long shelf at the back of the low hall, food was laid out, like a cave in Homer.There are: large plates of rice, rye porridge called "Phil", ground veal called "Godneywell", fruit porridge called "Chicken Ishboi", applesauce, apples liquor.Eat and drink as you please. The sound of the cannon stopped them.They're only half an hour away. Emmanus watched the enemy from the top of the tower.Lantenac gave the order not to fire, and to keep the enemy close.He said: "There are 4,500 of them. It is useless to kill them outside the tower. Kill them inside the tower. We are equal in the tower." He smiled again and said: "Equality, fraternity." They agreed that Immanus would blow his horn to call the police if the enemy started to move. Everyone silently guarded behind the fortification or on the stairs, holding a musket in one hand and touching a rosary in the other. The situation is clear. For the attackers, it is necessary to cross the gap, destroy the fortifications, seize the upper and lower three halls, and seize the spiral staircase step by step under the hail of bullets; for the besieged, death lies ahead. Govan is organizing the attack.He gave final instructions to Simurdan and Gaishan.We also remember that Simurdan should stay on the plateau and not participate in the attack, while Gaishan should stay in the forest camp with a large force to observe the situation.Unless someone rushed out of the tower or tried to escape, the low guns in the woods and the anti-aircraft guns on the plateau were not allowed to shoot.Govan himself led the commando.This made Simurdan very disturbed. The sun has just set. Towers in the field are like ships on the sea, and the attack on them is the same.Not charging but moving closer. No shelling.Don't do things that are useless.What is the use of shelling a wall fifteen feet thick?To punch a hole in the porthole, to attack and defend, with axes, knives, pistols, fists, and teeth, is an attack. Govan felt that this was the only way to attack Turg.What could be more brutal than fighting each other with red eyes?Govan was familiar with the terrifying interior of the Tower, where he had spent his childhood. He is daydreaming. At this moment, his assistant Gaishan was a few steps away from him, holding a telescope in his hand and looking in the direction of Parinier.Gaishan suddenly called out: "Oh! It's finally here!" The cry woke up Govan who was concentrating on his thoughts. "What's the matter, Gaishan?" "Commander, the ladder is here." "Escape ladder?" "yes." "What? Isn't it already here?" "No, Commander. I was worried. My envoy to Javne has returned." "I know that." "He said he had found a long ladder like ours at the carpentry in Jaffnay, requisitioned it, loaded it into a cart, and sent a dozen horsemen to escort it, and he saw the cart , the guards and the long ladder headed towards Parinier before rushing back." "Also reported to us. He also said the wagon had a good horse, and that it set out at two o'clock in the morning and would be here before sunset. I know all that. What's the matter?" "That's right, Commander, the sun has set, but the carts carrying the ladders haven't arrived yet." "How is it possible? But the time is up, and we should attack. If we delay, the besieged will think we have given in." "We can attack, Commander." "But the lifelift is essential." "of course." "And we don't have life escapes." "We have." "how?" "I said just now: 'At last!' I watched the road from Parigniers to Turg with my binoculars, and I was very pleased, Commander. The cart and escort are there, going downhill. You can have a look." Govan took the binoculars to watch. "It did come. The light is dim, so I can't see clearly. There is no escort, but there seem to be more people than you said, Gaishan." "I think so too." "They're about a quarter of a league from here." "We'll be there in a quarter of an hour, Commander." "We can attack now." It was indeed a cart, but not the cart they had been waiting for. As Govan turned around, he saw Sergeant Radu standing behind him.The sergeant stood upright, eyes down, in a military salute. "What's the matter, Sergeant Radu?" "Commander Citizen, we Red Beanie Battalion, we implore you one thing." "What's up?" "Let's go for it." "Oh!" said Govan. "Can you agree?" "But...it depends on the situation." Govan said. "That's right, Commander. You've taken care of us since the battle at Dole, and there are twelve of us left." "how is it?" "We feel ashamed." "You are the reserve force." "We'd rather be avant-garde." "But I need you to win the final victory. I preserve your strength." "It's a little too much." "What does it matter. You're in the procession, you're marching." "To be last. But Parisians have the right to be first." "I'll think about it, Radu Middle Earth." "Think about it today, Commander. Now is your chance. There's going to be a big wrestling, and it's either he or you, it's unambiguous. Whoever touches Turg burns his hand. We ask to let us go. " The sergeant paused, twirled his mustache, and said in an excited voice: "Besides, Commander, our little guy is in this tower. Our kid, our battalion kid, all three kids in there. That fucking idiot, that guy called Blue Bane, Emmanuel That man of old, the old rabble, the old rascal, the ground-gnawing scoundrel, the dastardly devil, whose hideous face threatens our children. Our children, our dolls, Commander.Even if the whole world trembles, we don't want their misfortune. Do you understand, sir?We do not want them to suffer misfortune.Just now I used the gap before the battle to go to the plateau and saw them from the window, yes, they are indeed there, I can see them from the edge of the trench, I saw them, and scared these little angels.Commander, if a hair falls out of their cute little heads, I swear, I, Radu Middle-earth, swear by the most holy thing, I will not spare God.My battalion said: We will save the children or die together. It's our right, fuck it!Yes, die together.Now, salute to you. " Govan held out his hand to Radu and said: "You are warriors. You will join the commandos. I will divide you into two groups, six of you will be the forwards to drive everyone forward, and six will be the rear guards to prevent anyone from retreating." "Or should I command these twelve men?" "of course." "Then thank you, Commander. Of course I am the forward." Radu paid a military salute and returned to the team. Go-wan pulls out his watch and whispers a few words into Gae-shang’s ear, and the commandos begin to assemble.