Chapter 617: Soldiers have to have backbone!
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"Your Excellency Marshal, are you going to do the hypodermic injection now, or do you want to wait a while before continuing?"
Virnia, who put the three glass syringes back on the tray, raised his head, Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Inject it now!" Marshal Saint Arnault extended his hand and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault.
Virnia picked up the tray and placed it by the window, then opened the alcohol bottle and took out a small amount of cotton from the alcohol bottle with tweezers that had been sterilized in advance.
The alcohol-soaked cotton gave off a pungent odor and weighed a few grams more than regular cotton.
Then Virnia gently squeezed the alcohol cotton with one hand, and grabbed the wrist of Marshal Saint Arnault with the other hand, and gently wiped the forearm with the alcohol cotton. The cool feeling brought by the alcohol poured into the Holy Spirit. . in the mind of Marshal Arno.
After briefly wiping, Virnia continued to hold Marshal St. Arnault's wrist with one hand. With the other hand, he put the tweezers and alcohol cotton in his hand back into the tray, and then took out a glass piece from the tray. syringe.
"Trouble you!" Marshal St. Arnault forced a smile on his pale face due to pain.
Virnia looked seriously for the blood vessels on Marshal Saint Arno's arm, and quickly found the location of the blood vessels.
Next, Virnia performed a subcutaneous injection for Marshal Saint Arnault. The colorless and transparent liquid was injected into the body of Marshal Saint Arnault through a blood vessel, and it began to work on Marshal Saint Arnault's body.
In less than a minute, an intoxicated look appeared on Saint Arnault's face. Now he felt that his soul was about to reach the place where God was, and every pore on his body seemed to be screaming, Although the pain from the abdomen has not been completely eliminated, it has improved significantly.
"Marshal, how do you feel?" Vernia's voice reached Marshal Saint Arno's ear.
Marshal Saint Arnault slowly opened his eyes, nodded and responded to Vernia: "Very good! Please continue!"
From the words of St. Arnault, Virnia, who did not hear the big problem, continued to inject the Marshal of St. Arnault.
After the liquid in the three glass syringes was injected into the body of Marshal Saint Arnault, Marshal Saint Arnault's pain "disappeared", he opened his eyes and thanked Virnia again: "Ms Virnia, thank you for your hard work. It's gone!"
While sorting out the injection tools on the tray, Virnia complained to Marshal Saint Arnault: "Your Excellency Marshal! If you really understand us, then please stop thinking about leaving the hospital! Be honest. Staying in the hospital is your job now!"
"Ms. Virnia, which wolf have you seen sitting quietly in a cage? The best destination for every wolf is to die in battle when he is about to grow old!" Marshal Saint Arnault asked back. Virnia said.
"Your Excellency Marshal, you are not a wolf! We are not a cage here! We are also thinking of your health, please understand us a little bit!" Vernia corrected.
"In my opinion, a hospital is a cage where soldiers are imprisoned! Every soldier who enters here will inevitably lose something on the operating table!" Marshal Saint Arno replied to Vernia in a low tone.
"Winning on the operating table is better than losing your life on the battlefield!" Virnia retorted in a low voice, she didn't understand why some people regarded death in battle as a supreme honor!
"It's true for some people!" Marshal St. Arnault first agreed with Virnia's point of view, and then changed the conversation and replied to Virnia: "But for other people, it's better to wait for fate in the hospital instead of waiting for fate. It is better to die in a vigorous battle on the battlefield.”
"Your Excellency Marshal! If everyone holds a view like yours, then our generation of medical staff will probably become a corpse collection team!" Virnia responded to Marshal Saint Arnault: "In fact, the vast majority of Most of the people don't want to die in battle, they are begging us to save their lives!"
Marshal Saint Arnault was silent. He knew that there were always a small number of people in the army who shared the same ideas as him. Many soldiers spent their entire lives in a daze, because they did not fight for the war like Marshal Saint Arnault did. The idea of martyrdom.
"Okay! Your Excellency Marshal, I'm going to inspect the hospital bed!" Virnia lifted the tray and said to Marshal St. Arnault, and then put a kerosene lamp on the table.
"I won't bother you anymore!" Marshal Saint Arno shook his head and rejected Virnia's suggestion to turn off the kerosene lamp. He just woke up from his sleep and didn't want to rest now.
"Alright then!" Virnia nodded, and then warned again: "Don't sleep too late, I'll be back here again in two hours! If you haven't rested by then..."
"I see!" Marshal Saint Arno nodded, "I will rest before you come again!"
"That's good!" Vernia opened the door and left, and there was only Marshal Saint Arno alone in the room.
"She really looks like an angel in white!" Marshal Saint Arnault whispered.
After a while, a loud noise came from outside the door.
"is it here?"
"It's here!"
"Then knock on the door!"
The three tones of "Dong Dongdong" brought back Marshal Saint Arnault, who was admiring the starry sky.
"Who?" Saint Arno asked.
"Your Excellency Marshal, I'm Wallevsky!" Ambassador Wallevsky outside the door told himself.
Wallevsky? How could he come here at this time, could it be that something happened in the Crimea?
Marshal Saint Arnault couldn't help but get nervous. He hurriedly got up and tidied up his clothes, and then responded to Wallevsky outside the door: "Please come in!"
The door opened again, and I was at the door of Ambassador Warevsky.
Behind Wallevsky was Jerome Bonaparte, whom Marshal St. Arnault had not expected.
"Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint Arnault showed surprise on his face, and then hurriedly bowed to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Don't be too polite!" Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand and shouted at Marshal Saint Arnault considering the physical condition of Marshal Saint Arnault.
However, even though Jerome Bonaparte had approved Marshal Saint Arnault not to salute, Marshal Saint Arnault still insisted on salute.
Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte, Wallevsky and Marshal Saint Arnault sat on three seats and talked.
"Mr. Saint Arnault, how do you feel now?" Jerome Bonaparte glanced at Marshal Saint Arnault.
At this time, Marshal Saint Arno didn't seem to have any other major problems except his face was slightly pale and his body was thin.
"Except for the occasional unbearable pain, there is no big problem at other times!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied to Jerome Bonaparte evasively.
"What kind of medicine did the hospital give you?" Jerome Bonaparte continued to ask, he suspected that Marshal Saint Arnault had injected him with phlegm.
But is there really such a thing in this era? I remember he wasn't applied until the 20th century?
Jerome Bonaparte, who knew little about the development of medicine, forgot that the "Dream God" was invented in 1806, and its real effect was in the middle of the 19th century, which is where Jerome Bonaparte lived. of this time period.
"Dream God" gradually became prosperous with the development of hypodermic injection, and "it" during this period was also endowed with the magical effect of treating opium addiction.
Of course, "Dream God" can indeed cure opium addiction, but people who smoke "Dream God" will become addicted to this thing.
The two sides are not the same level at all.
Marshal Saint Arnault told Jerome Bonaparte the name of "Dream God", and Jerome Bonaparte immediately understood that Marshal Saint Arnault's current state was only maintained by drugs.
And over time, the body develops resistance to the drug.
By that time, more injections will be required.
"How much do you inject a day now, and how many times a day?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Four times a day, about 9 milliliters each time!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied immediately.
Marshal Saint Arnault's answer made Jerome Bonaparte's heart sink. With this amount of injection, Marshal Saint Arnault might not survive today's winter.
"What's the matter? Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint Arnault saw the strangeness of Jerome Bonaparte, and he immediately asked Jerome Bonaparte.
"No...nothing!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault, and then asked to change the subject and inquired about Marshal Saint Arnault's status in the hospital.
"Apart from restricting travel, there is nothing else!" Marshal Saint Arno replied. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"Your current state is indeed not suitable for going out!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Marshal Saint Arnault: "You should stay in the hospital honestly!"
"Your Majesty, if a soldier dies in a hospital bed, it would be a humiliation!" Marshal Saint Arnault responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Saint Arnault, now is not the time to be pessimistic! We must believe that God will take care of those who fight for him!" Jerome Bonaparte comforted Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Your Majesty, there is also a God in Russia!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Russia has been forsaken by God and they are doomed to fall from the throne!"
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"Your Excellency Marshal, are you going to do the hypodermic injection now, or do you want to wait a while before continuing?"
Virnia, who put the three glass syringes back on the tray, raised his head, Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Inject it now!" Marshal Saint Arnault extended his hand and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault.
Virnia picked up the tray and placed it by the window, then opened the alcohol bottle and took out a small amount of cotton from the alcohol bottle with tweezers that had been sterilized in advance.
The alcohol-soaked cotton gave off a pungent odor and weighed a few grams more than regular cotton.
Then Virnia gently squeezed the alcohol cotton with one hand, and grabbed the wrist of Marshal Saint Arnault with the other hand, and gently wiped the forearm with the alcohol cotton. The cool feeling brought by the alcohol poured into the Holy Spirit. . in the mind of Marshal Arno.
After briefly wiping, Virnia continued to hold Marshal St. Arnault's wrist with one hand. With the other hand, he put the tweezers and alcohol cotton in his hand back into the tray, and then took out a glass piece from the tray. syringe.
"Trouble you!" Marshal St. Arnault forced a smile on his pale face due to pain.
Virnia looked seriously for the blood vessels on Marshal Saint Arno's arm, and quickly found the location of the blood vessels.
Next, Virnia performed a subcutaneous injection for Marshal Saint Arnault. The colorless and transparent liquid was injected into the body of Marshal Saint Arnault through a blood vessel, and it began to work on Marshal Saint Arnault's body.
In less than a minute, an intoxicated look appeared on Saint Arnault's face. Now he felt that his soul was about to reach the place where God was, and every pore on his body seemed to be screaming, Although the pain from the abdomen has not been completely eliminated, it has improved significantly.
"Marshal, how do you feel?" Vernia's voice reached Marshal Saint Arno's ear.
Marshal Saint Arnault slowly opened his eyes, nodded and responded to Vernia: "Very good! Please continue!"
From the words of St. Arnault, Virnia, who did not hear the big problem, continued to inject the Marshal of St. Arnault.
After the liquid in the three glass syringes was injected into the body of Marshal Saint Arnault, Marshal Saint Arnault's pain "disappeared", he opened his eyes and thanked Virnia again: "Ms Virnia, thank you for your hard work. It's gone!"
While sorting out the injection tools on the tray, Virnia complained to Marshal Saint Arnault: "Your Excellency Marshal! If you really understand us, then please stop thinking about leaving the hospital! Be honest. Staying in the hospital is your job now!"
"Ms. Virnia, which wolf have you seen sitting quietly in a cage? The best destination for every wolf is to die in battle when he is about to grow old!" Marshal Saint Arnault asked back. Virnia said.
"Your Excellency Marshal, you are not a wolf! We are not a cage here! We are also thinking of your health, please understand us a little bit!" Vernia corrected.
"In my opinion, a hospital is a cage where soldiers are imprisoned! Every soldier who enters here will inevitably lose something on the operating table!" Marshal Saint Arno replied to Vernia in a low tone.
"Winning on the operating table is better than losing your life on the battlefield!" Virnia retorted in a low voice, she didn't understand why some people regarded death in battle as a supreme honor!
"It's true for some people!" Marshal St. Arnault first agreed with Virnia's point of view, and then changed the conversation and replied to Virnia: "But for other people, it's better to wait for fate in the hospital instead of waiting for fate. It is better to die in a vigorous battle on the battlefield.”
"Your Excellency Marshal! If everyone holds a view like yours, then our generation of medical staff will probably become a corpse collection team!" Virnia responded to Marshal Saint Arnault: "In fact, the vast majority of Most of the people don't want to die in battle, they are begging us to save their lives!"
Marshal Saint Arnault was silent. He knew that there were always a small number of people in the army who shared the same ideas as him. Many soldiers spent their entire lives in a daze, because they did not fight for the war like Marshal Saint Arnault did. The idea of martyrdom.
"Okay! Your Excellency Marshal, I'm going to inspect the hospital bed!" Virnia lifted the tray and said to Marshal St. Arnault, and then put a kerosene lamp on the table.
"I won't bother you anymore!" Marshal Saint Arno shook his head and rejected Virnia's suggestion to turn off the kerosene lamp. He just woke up from his sleep and didn't want to rest now.
"Alright then!" Virnia nodded, and then warned again: "Don't sleep too late, I'll be back here again in two hours! If you haven't rested by then..."
"I see!" Marshal Saint Arno nodded, "I will rest before you come again!"
"That's good!" Vernia opened the door and left, and there was only Marshal Saint Arno alone in the room.
"She really looks like an angel in white!" Marshal Saint Arnault whispered.
After a while, a loud noise came from outside the door.
"is it here?"
"It's here!"
"Then knock on the door!"
The three tones of "Dong Dongdong" brought back Marshal Saint Arnault, who was admiring the starry sky.
"Who?" Saint Arno asked.
"Your Excellency Marshal, I'm Wallevsky!" Ambassador Wallevsky outside the door told himself.
Wallevsky? How could he come here at this time, could it be that something happened in the Crimea?
Marshal Saint Arnault couldn't help but get nervous. He hurriedly got up and tidied up his clothes, and then responded to Wallevsky outside the door: "Please come in!"
The door opened again, and I was at the door of Ambassador Warevsky.
Behind Wallevsky was Jerome Bonaparte, whom Marshal St. Arnault had not expected.
"Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint Arnault showed surprise on his face, and then hurriedly bowed to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Don't be too polite!" Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand and shouted at Marshal Saint Arnault considering the physical condition of Marshal Saint Arnault.
However, even though Jerome Bonaparte had approved Marshal Saint Arnault not to salute, Marshal Saint Arnault still insisted on salute.
Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte, Wallevsky and Marshal Saint Arnault sat on three seats and talked.
"Mr. Saint Arnault, how do you feel now?" Jerome Bonaparte glanced at Marshal Saint Arnault.
At this time, Marshal Saint Arno didn't seem to have any other major problems except his face was slightly pale and his body was thin.
"Except for the occasional unbearable pain, there is no big problem at other times!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied to Jerome Bonaparte evasively.
"What kind of medicine did the hospital give you?" Jerome Bonaparte continued to ask, he suspected that Marshal Saint Arnault had injected him with phlegm.
But is there really such a thing in this era? I remember he wasn't applied until the 20th century?
Jerome Bonaparte, who knew little about the development of medicine, forgot that the "Dream God" was invented in 1806, and its real effect was in the middle of the 19th century, which is where Jerome Bonaparte lived. of this time period.
"Dream God" gradually became prosperous with the development of hypodermic injection, and "it" during this period was also endowed with the magical effect of treating opium addiction.
Of course, "Dream God" can indeed cure opium addiction, but people who smoke "Dream God" will become addicted to this thing.
The two sides are not the same level at all.
Marshal Saint Arnault told Jerome Bonaparte the name of "Dream God", and Jerome Bonaparte immediately understood that Marshal Saint Arnault's current state was only maintained by drugs.
And over time, the body develops resistance to the drug.
By that time, more injections will be required.
"How much do you inject a day now, and how many times a day?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Four times a day, about 9 milliliters each time!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied immediately.
Marshal Saint Arnault's answer made Jerome Bonaparte's heart sink. With this amount of injection, Marshal Saint Arnault might not survive today's winter.
"What's the matter? Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint Arnault saw the strangeness of Jerome Bonaparte, and he immediately asked Jerome Bonaparte.
"No...nothing!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault, and then asked to change the subject and inquired about Marshal Saint Arnault's status in the hospital.
"Apart from restricting travel, there is nothing else!" Marshal Saint Arno replied. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
"Your current state is indeed not suitable for going out!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Marshal Saint Arnault: "You should stay in the hospital honestly!"
"Your Majesty, if a soldier dies in a hospital bed, it would be a humiliation!" Marshal Saint Arnault responded to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Saint Arnault, now is not the time to be pessimistic! We must believe that God will take care of those who fight for him!" Jerome Bonaparte comforted Marshal Saint Arnault.
"Your Majesty, there is also a God in Russia!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Russia has been forsaken by God and they are doomed to fall from the throne!"
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"Your Excellency Marshal, are you going to do the hypodermic injection now, or do you want to wait a while before continuing?"Virnia, who put the three glass syringes back on the tray, raised his head, Marshal Saint Arnault."Inject it now!" Marshal Saint Arnault extended his hand and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault.Virnia picked up the tray and placed it by the window, then opened the alcohol bottle and took out a small amount of cotton from the alcohol bottle with tweezers that had been sterilized in advance.The alcohol-soaked cotton gave off a pungent odor and weighed a few grams more than regular cotton.Then Virnia gently squeezed the alcohol cotton with one hand, and grabbed the wrist of Marshal Saint Arnault with the other hand, and gently wiped the forearm with the alcohol cotton. The cool feeling brought by the alcohol poured into the Holy Spirit. . in the mind of Marshal Arno.After briefly wiping, Virnia continued to hold Marshal St. Arnault's wrist with one hand. With the other hand, he put the tweezers and alcohol cotton in his hand back into the tray, and then took out a glass piece from the tray. syringe."Trouble you!" Marshal St. Arnault forced a smile on his pale face due to pain.Virnia looked seriously for the blood vessels on Marshal Saint Arno's arm, and quickly found the location of the blood vessels.Next, Virnia performed a subcutaneous injection for Marshal Saint Arnault. The colorless and transparent liquid was injected into the body of Marshal Saint Arnault through a blood vessel, and it began to work on Marshal Saint Arnault's body.In less than a minute, an intoxicated look appeared on Saint Arnault's face. Now he felt that his soul was about to reach the place where God was, and every pore on his body seemed to be screaming, Although the pain from the abdomen has not been completely eliminated, it has improved significantly."Marshal, how do you feel?" Vernia's voice reached Marshal Saint Arno's ear.Marshal Saint Arnault slowly opened his eyes, nodded and responded to Vernia: "Very good! Please continue!"From the words of St. Arnault, Virnia, who did not hear the big problem, continued to inject the Marshal of St. Arnault.After the liquid in the three glass syringes was injected into the body of Marshal Saint Arnault, Marshal Saint Arnault's pain "disappeared", he opened his eyes and thanked Virnia again: "Ms Virnia, thank you for your hard work. It's gone!"While sorting out the injection tools on the tray, Virnia complained to Marshal Saint Arnault: "Your Excellency Marshal! If you really understand us, then please stop thinking about leaving the hospital! Be honest. Staying in the hospital is your job now!""Ms. Virnia, which wolf have you seen sitting quietly in a cage? The best destination for every wolf is to die in battle when he is about to grow old!" Marshal Saint Arnault asked back. Virnia said."Your Excellency Marshal, you are not a wolf! We are not a cage here! We are also thinking of your health, please understand us a little bit!" Vernia corrected."In my opinion, a hospital is a cage where soldiers are imprisoned! Every soldier who enters here will inevitably lose something on the operating table!" Marshal Saint Arno replied to Vernia in a low tone."Winning on the operating table is better than losing your life on the battlefield!" Virnia retorted in a low voice, she didn't understand why some people regarded death in battle as a supreme honor!"It's true for some people!" Marshal St. Arnault first agreed with Virnia's point of view, and then changed the conversation and replied to Virnia: "But for other people, it's better to wait for fate in the hospital instead of waiting for fate. It is better to die in a vigorous battle on the battlefield."Your Excellency Marshal! If everyone holds a view like yours, then our generation of medical staff will probably become a corpse collection team!" Virnia responded to Marshal Saint Arnault: "In fact, the vast majority of Most of the people don't want to die in battle, they are begging us to save their lives!"Marshal Saint Arnault was silent. He knew that there were always a small number of people in the army who shared the same ideas as him. Many soldiers spent their entire lives in a daze, because they did not fight for the war like Marshal Saint Arnault did. The idea of martyrdom."Okay! Your Excellency Marshal, I'm going to inspect the hospital bed!" Virnia lifted the tray and said to Marshal St. Arnault, and then put a kerosene lamp on the table."I won't bother you anymore!" Marshal Saint Arno shook his head and rejected Virnia's suggestion to turn off the kerosene lamp. He just woke up from his sleep and didn't want to rest now."Alright then!" Virnia nodded, and then warned again: "Don't sleep too late, I'll be back here again in two hours! If you haven't rested by then...""I see!" Marshal Saint Arno nodded, "I will rest before you come again!""That's good!" Vernia opened the door and left, and there was only Marshal Saint Arno alone in the room."She really looks like an angel in white!" Marshal Saint Arnault whispered.After a while, a loud noise came from outside the door."is it here?""It's here!""Then knock on the door!"The three tones of "Dong Dongdong" brought back Marshal Saint Arnault, who was admiring the starry sky."Who?" Saint Arno asked."Your Excellency Marshal, I'm Wallevsky!" Ambassador Wallevsky outside the door told himself.Wallevsky? How could he come here at this time, could it be that something happened in the Crimea?Marshal Saint Arnault couldn't help but get nervous. He hurriedly got up and tidied up his clothes, and then responded to Wallevsky outside the door: "Please come in!"The door opened again, and I was at the door of Ambassador Warevsky.Behind Wallevsky was Jerome Bonaparte, whom Marshal St. Arnault had not expected."Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint Arnault showed surprise on his face, and then hurriedly bowed to Jerome Bonaparte."Don't be too polite!" Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand and shouted at Marshal Saint Arnault considering the physical condition of Marshal Saint Arnault.However, even though Jerome Bonaparte had approved Marshal Saint Arnault not to salute, Marshal Saint Arnault still insisted on salute.Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte, Wallevsky and Marshal Saint Arnault sat on three seats and talked."Mr. Saint Arnault, how do you feel now?" Jerome Bonaparte glanced at Marshal Saint Arnault.At this time, Marshal Saint Arno didn't seem to have any other major problems except his face was slightly pale and his body was thin."Except for the occasional unbearable pain, there is no big problem at other times!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied to Jerome Bonaparte evasively."What kind of medicine did the hospital give you?" Jerome Bonaparte continued to ask, he suspected that Marshal Saint Arnault had injected him with phlegm.But is there really such a thing in this era? I remember he wasn't applied until the 20th century?Jerome Bonaparte, who knew little about the development of medicine, forgot that the "Dream God" was invented in 1806, and its real effect was in the middle of the 19th century, which is where Jerome Bonaparte lived. of this time period."Dream God" gradually became prosperous with the development of hypodermic injection, and "it" during this period was also endowed with the magical effect of treating opium addiction.Of course, "Dream God" can indeed cure opium addiction, but people who smoke "Dream God" will become addicted to this thing.The two sides are not the same level at all.Marshal Saint Arnault told Jerome Bonaparte the name of "Dream God", and Jerome Bonaparte immediately understood that Marshal Saint Arnault's current state was only maintained by drugs.And over time, the body develops resistance to the drug.By that time, more injections will be required."How much do you inject a day now, and how many times a day?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Marshal Saint Arnault."Four times a day, about 9 milliliters each time!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied immediately.Marshal Saint Arnault's answer made Jerome Bonaparte's heart sink. With this amount of injection, Marshal Saint Arnault might not survive today's winter."What's the matter? Your Majesty!" Marshal Saint Arnault saw the strangeness of Jerome Bonaparte, and he immediately asked Jerome Bonaparte."No...nothing!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and responded to Marshal Saint Arnault, and then asked to change the subject and inquired about Marshal Saint Arnault's status in the hospital."Apart from restricting travel, there is nothing else!" Marshal Saint Arno replied. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"Your current state is indeed not suitable for going out!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Marshal Saint Arnault: "You should stay in the hospital honestly!""Your Majesty, if a soldier dies in a hospital bed, it would be a humiliation!" Marshal Saint Arnault responded to Jerome Bonaparte."Saint Arnault, now is not the time to be pessimistic! We must believe that God will take care of those who fight for him!" Jerome Bonaparte comforted Marshal Saint Arnault."Your Majesty, there is also a God in Russia!" Marshal Saint Arnault replied to Jerome Bonaparte."Russia has been forsaken by God and they are doomed to fall from the throne!"https://Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: . Lewen Novel Network mobile version reading website:
