Chapter 694: Biographies of the Primarchs 3

As Louis moved resolutely towards the main city of Corsica, more and more people of different identities began to gather behind him.

Among these people were hard-working farmers, shrewd and capable businessmen, and soldiers who had followed him into battle.

They seemed to be inspired by some invisible force and followed Louis closely.

However, the puppet monarch who was manipulated gave a cold and ruthless order: send troops to intercept and kill Louis halfway.

Ney, a general who once served under Louis, now received this task.

He led a total of 200,000 brave soldiers who had fought alongside Louis in the past, and blocked the road that Louis had to take to reach the main city of Corsica like a torrent of steel.

The 200,000 soldiers were like an indestructible fortress, firmly blocking Louis' way forward.

Ney himself, riding a horse, stood at the front of the team.

He stared at the great leader before him, whom he had once followed loyally, and complex emotions surged in his heart.

"Come on! Brave and fearless Corsican people! If you are determined to take your leader's life! Then come on and shoot, I will not blame any of you..." Louis fearlessly opened his broad arms and exposed his entire body without reservation to the dense guns.

Then he spoke slowly in an unusually calm tone.

Louis' eyes were slightly red, with crystal tears sparkling in them. His gaze, full of affection and nostalgia, slowly swept over the soldiers who had followed him in bloody battles in the past.

Then he raised his arms solemnly and held high the bicorne hat on his head, which symbolized honor and responsibility.

Many soldiers, holding weapons, were at a loss at this moment, not knowing what to do.

They could only stare silently at the great leader in front of them - Louis, and then stood there, holding their weapons in a daze, as if time had stopped.

However, those old guards who had always followed Louis and experienced many hardships did not show any intention of retreating. They stood firmly by Louis' side, as indestructible as a steel wall.

Their eyes were still as calm as water, without any ripples, just as usual, calmly examining the guns pointed at them.

"Shoot!" Ney, riding a horse, stood at the head of the team in a heroic manner, roaring at the top of his lungs.

However, the soldiers on Ney's left and right simply held their weapons tightly, with a look of confusion and bewilderment in their eyes.

They all turned their heads and looked at their comrades beside them, as if seeking clear instructions, completely unaware of what action to take next.

"Record the names of those who refused to fire! Move our loyal men to the front of the formation!"

"Sir, if you really want to do this, I'm afraid the ink you prepared is far from enough."

As Louis approached step by step, when he was less than 10 meters away from Ney, it seemed as if an invisible force enveloped the scene.

The many soldiers standing in front of Louis slowly put down their weapons almost at the same time.

At this moment, Ney's deep and complex eyes were staring at Louis who was gradually approaching. After a moment, he jumped up and jumped lightly from the horse's back.

"Corsica! Your leader is back!" Louis' passionate and high-pitched voice suddenly resounded through the sky, like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky.

In an instant, both the loyal old guards behind Louis and the soldiers who followed Ney loosened their grip on their weapons as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders.

Then, as if attracted by an irresistible magic, they ran forward in excitement, hugged each other, and gave full vent to the joy in their hearts. The cheers were deafening, and the whole scene was like a surging ocean, raising waves of joy.

The crowd, who were filled with tension and on the verge of a fight just now, were all conquered by Louis' charm and put down their weapons together.

They cheered and jumped for joy, celebrating together the arrival of this long-awaited moment.

However, Ney still stood there in a daze, watching the soldiers rushing past him like a tide.

There was a hint of bewilderment and confusion in his eyes, but soon, as if he had made some kind of determination, he silently sheathed his weapon, and then took firm steps, following closely behind his soldiers, running towards the direction where Louis was.

Louis gazed at the soldiers who had followed him to the battlefield in the past, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He took firm and steady steps and hugged them one by one, as if he wanted to imprint that deep friendship deeply in each other's hearts.

Finally, Ney slowly walked through the crowd and came to Louis' side.

"You are too slow, Ney. In the past, you were always the first to come and obey my orders." Louis smiled and looked at his partner who had once fought side by side with him, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

Ney lowered his head slightly, a guilty look on his face: "My leader, I..." He hesitated, as if he had a thousand words to say but didn't know how to start.

Suddenly, Ney pulled out the extremely sharp sword from his waist along with the exquisite scabbard without hesitation.

He held the weapon, which symbolized honor and responsibility, in both hands and handed it to Louis respectfully, indicating that from this moment on he officially surrendered to Louis and was willing to be loyal to him wholeheartedly.

Seeing this, Louis couldn't help but burst into laughter. He reached out and gently patted Ney's broad shoulders, saying, "Haha! Put it away quickly, fool! If you don't have this sword, how can you protect your leader?" As he said this, Louis personally put the sword back into Ney's waist.

Ney raised his head, his eyes filled with tears of excitement. He opened his arms and hugged Louis tightly.

"Soldiers! Raise your weapons! March towards the main city of Corsica!"

After the hug, Ney drew his sword and stood in the team and shouted.

"Tear up those useless rags! Raise the tricolor flag of freedom!"

“Lift it up!”

"Lift it up! Lift it up!"

Countless soldiers cheered loudly, and then, with the sound of the military band, countless soldiers rearranged themselves into neat rows and strode straight towards the main city of Corsica.

"Victory is singing! The gates are open to us!"

"Liberty guides our steps! From north to south!"

"The war horn! It's time to fight!"

"Enemy of Corsica, tremble! The blood-sucking and vain king!"

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