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While Gisela was giving his speech, the young man, seeing that the "danger" had been averted, picked up a piece of rye bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then her face contorted; it seemed she wasn't to her liking.

Gisela wanted to laugh when she saw her expression, thinking to herself, "I told you to switch back, but you didn't, and now you're at a disadvantage."

The young woman glanced at Gisela, as if guessing what she was thinking. With a bitter expression, she took another bite of bread, chewed it roughly a few times, and swallowed it. Then, she held the things in one hand and began rummaging through her bag with the other. A moment later, she pulled out a bottle of pepper and gave Gisela a triumphant "Eek!"

When the young woman took out the pepper powder, a shiny little thing fell out of her bag—it was a harmonica, which she had picked up from somewhere.

Gisela bent down to pick up the harmonica, but the girl nimbly beat her to it—despite being carrying so many things, she could bend down so nimbly without dropping anything! To bend down quickly, the girl even put the pepper shaker in her mouth, was that really necessary…?

Gisela thought for a moment, took off her wristwatch, handed it to the young man, and pointed to the harmonica he was holding.

The young man agreed and gave the harmonica to Gisela.

Gisela said to the young men standing tall and proud beside her, "You see, this kind of exchange does not diminish your dignity."

After saying that, Gisela put the harmonica to her lips and began to play it gently.

It was her favorite harmonica version of "My Heart Will Go On".

The young man, who was examining his newly acquired watch, looked up at Gisela, a pepper shaker still dangling from his mouth.

After listening for a while, the young man reached out his hand, which was holding the watch, toward Gisela, seemingly wanting to exchange the harmonica for his own.

Gisela could only follow her wishes; she didn't want to upset this freedom-loving demon, especially since Su Beiming had also wronged others by leaving without saying goodbye.

After getting her harmonica back, the young woman fiddled with it several times until she finally had enough space in her mouth. She brought the harmonica close to her mouth and blew hard.

The harmonica only produced a monotonous sound.

"?" The girl took the harmonica away from her mouth, held it up to examine it carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, she tried again, but it still only produced a monotonous sound.

"Eee?" The young man turned to look at Gisela, raising his harmonica high as if asking why she couldn't play any beautiful music.

Gisela smiled and gestured to his fellow countryman to come over here.

The girl understood the gesture, so she stepped out from among the soldiers and came to Gisela's side.

Gisela said to the soldiers, "Let it go this time. Consider these canned goods a reward from the Magister. Remember not to do this again. No matter who it is, our Imperial soldiers should be fair and just, and have high moral character. Go back and sing the 'Three Great Eight Points' a few more times, in German, of course."

"Yes!"

After the uniformly falling objects, a soldier asked in confusion, "Is this young lady a magic user?"

"If it's not easy for a magic user like Ling Yin Qi Si Jiu Si Jiu Qun to act alone, right?"

As soon as Gisela finished speaking, the young man tugged at the leg of her military uniform trousers, raised his harmonica, and gestured to Gisela, seemingly urging her to hurry up.

"That's it, let's call it a day." Gisela said, turning around and leading the young man and his family toward the house where they would be staying that night.

In the yard, Gisela patiently taught the young girl to distinguish the different notes on the harmonica. Unfortunately, the girl didn't care about the do, re, mi, fa, or so notes at all. Gisela had only taught her a little bit when she abandoned her teacher and started playing the harmonica randomly, making strange tunes on her own.

Regarding her fellow villager's behavior, Jeanne frankly said, "He's just like a child, completely out of sync with his physical development."

“Hmm.” Gisela nodded. “I’m getting more and more curious about her past. Could that bartering habit have been developed while exchanging goods with primitive tribes on the islands in the Pacific?”

"She does have an adventurous personality, so it's normal for her to go on an adventure in the Pacific Ocean."

"In any case, since she's here, she's our guest, so we can't go wrong by treating her well."

Gisela felt a sense of relief as she watched her fellow villager happily playing the harmonica. This time, she would take good care of her for Su Beiming.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 619 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Magic Armor Performance Issues (Seeking Votes)

The next morning, Gisela set off by car toward Sarai, which was now holding the Russian army's lifeline in the direction of Istanbul.

Almost everyone opposed Gisela's trip to Sarai, but Gisela insisted on going to the front lines to comfort his soldiers.

So the frontline command dispatched a platoon of soldiers and borrowed four magical armored warriors in the form of magic users from the British to serve as guards for Gisela's car. In case of a sudden attack, Gisela could use the magic user's armor nearby, which was at least better than having to fight against magical armor with her bare hands again.

This time, Gisela chose a convertible as her vehicle, similar in style to the car driven by Archduke Franz Ferdinand, the Crown Prince of the Empire who was shot in Sarajevo in the original world. However, this was not a busy area, and no assassin would dare to kill her in that way. To kill her, they would at least have to plant a bomb in the car and strike when she was completely unprepared.

Looking back at the soldiers of the international volunteer force who occasionally appeared along the convoy's route, Gisela felt as if she had returned to the days of fighting in the early days of the **** army.

In a sense, he was a renowned general, having fought his way from northern Italy to southern Italy, and then clashing with Prussia on German soil. In that respect, his own experience was legendary.

Back in front of her, Gisela observed the British magic armor being carried along the side of the road at almost the same speed as the convoy. This gave Gisela a new and more intuitive understanding of the agility and mobility of the British magic armor.

No wonder the Russian army, equipped with American-made magic armor, was able to catch up with the retreating tank force in the Battle of Velikoy and wipe them out until only eight remained.

Noticing Gisela observing the British magical armor, Jeanne in the back seat explained, "The British armor has better balance, so it has better sustained mobility in this kind of terrain. However, in terms of speed, our French armor is still the fastest. The Russian magical armor is bulky but has better protection. If it were Russian armor, the magical warriors inside would probably be exhausted by now."

"What's the current status of our armor?" Gisela asked.

Jeanne shrugged.

"We have now divided our magic armor into two types according to your requirements. However, the approach remains the same as before. The conventional magic armor maintains protection similar to the Russian army, but in order to reduce consumption, our magic armor has weaker firepower than the Russian army. The mobility-specialized magic armor is the kind you proposed. It is currently faster than the British army, but its firepower is also weaker."

In short, the firepower of the Austro-style magical armor is weak, but its defense is its strength. (Austro-style nature)

“Actually, regarding mobility, the British magic-armored units often need to advance a considerable distance inland after landing on the coastline, which is why they possess this capability.” Jeanne’s voice sounded somewhat uncertain, indicating that she wasn’t entirely clear why the British valued the sustained mobility of magic-armored armor. On the other hand, the French army, as the undisputed premier army in Europe, frequently needed to fight on multiple fronts, thus requiring mobility to achieve its strategic objectives.

Perhaps this was just a coincidence that occurred after the armor design was completed.

Gisela's focus, however, was elsewhere.

"Why haven't you ever ridden in one of our magic armors? You've been part of the Austrian army for several years now."

Jeanne joined the Austrian Royal Army as soon as she decided to follow Gisela – although almost no one ever saw her in Austrian army uniform.

In response to Gisela's question, Jeanne smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Initially, because of my own resistance, I never rode in the Austrian-made armor and insisted on using my French magic armor. Later, I changed my mind, but at that time, the old General Staff didn't want me to touch the magic armor anymore. Because that was when your relationship with the Council was at its most tense, they thought I was one of your people, so the Council had to ensure that magic users subordinate to you couldn't touch the magic armor. After all, once I was in the magic armor, dealing with them would be a piece of cake."

Of course, they never expected that Gisela would take the mass line and would not carry out a decapitation operation at all.

“Oh, I see.” Gisela nodded, then suddenly remembered something and asked, “So, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen Marta or Aponia touch any magic armor?”

Jeanne tilted her head and thought for a moment before replying, "Miss Aponia should have the opportunity to practice with her magic armor, since it was provided by the church. Miss Marta, on the other hand, doesn't have her own magic armor."

He said "Oh" and nodded thoughtfully.

Jeanne continued, "However, Miss Marta has been actively helping the scientists test the captured Prussian light magic armor. She is probably also worried that she will not be able to fully play her role as a combat force after she becomes rusty."

“I think you’re overestimating her. She’s just interested in the scientists’ research and the armor itself,” Gisela said, pursing his lips. He turned his gaze forward and saw his fellow countryman sitting on the hood of the engine, leaning against the windshield, happily fiddling with his harmonica. The disjointed Do-Re-Mi-Fa-Suo notes drifted on the wind, but after listening to them a few times, they actually started to sound somewhat pleasant.

A thought flashed through Gisela's mind.

She reached out and patted the young girl on the shoulder, and the girl immediately turned around to look at Gisela.

Gisela pointed to the British magical armored vehicles running alongside the convoy and said, "Would you like to sit in one and take a look?"

The young man glanced at the magic armor but showed no interest, turning back to fiddling with his harmonica.

“She probably didn’t understand,” Jeanne said.

“No.” Gisela shook her head. “I think she’s not interested in things powered by magic. After all, for magic users, magic power is something they—you’re born with—so the little fellow has gotten used to magic fluctuations and lost interest in these machines.”

"Hmm, that makes sense. A magic user can roughly grasp the performance of this armor and understand its operating mechanism just by sensing the magic energy fluctuations. So it's normal that the young man doesn't care if he knows why that thing runs away or even what it can do besides running away."

Jeanne's agreement further solidified Gisela's opinion. However, if the little fellow countrywoman had no interest in magic technology, the idea of ​​tricking her into wearing magic armor as combat power would probably not work.

PS1: Uniform play was also an early part of it.

Chapter 620 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter118 Take off your military boots and let me see (Seeking votes)

At that moment, the young man suddenly turned around and handed the harmonica to Gisela.

"Give it to me?" Gisela asked, gesturing with her hands, but the young man shook his head vigorously.

Then she used a series of "ee" sounds of different pitches to create the melody of "My Heart Will Go On".

Gisela understood; they wanted her to play a piece.

So Gisela took the harmonica, and without any preparation or preparation, she put it on her lips and started playing. The melodious tune and the roar of a traditional car engine echoed in the air.

The young man sat happily on the hood of the engine, tapping the hood to keep time. Gisela's musical talent and perfect pitch allowed her to recognize that he was tapping the beat perfectly, and it seemed that if she gave him a rhythm instrument like a drum set, he could accompany her harmonica playing.

After playing "My Heart Will Go On," Gisela was about to switch to something else when the young man turned around, reached out and snatched the harmonica back. Then she pulled a fist-sized pomegranate from her bag, broke it open, and the ripe pomegranate seeds inside were immediately exposed to the winter air.

The young man shoved half a pomegranate into Gisela's hand; it seemed this was her reward for playing the harmonica for her. Seeing Gisela standing there, not taking the pomegranate, the young man pushed it towards Gisela's face, as if to say, "If you don't take it, I'll slap you in the face."

Gisela had no choice but to take the pomegranate, break off a few seeds and put them in her mouth. The sweet juice immediately filled her mouth. Mia, who was next to her, also peeled off a few pomegranate seeds and put them in her mouth with some curiosity. Because Gisela had never been keen on eating fruit, especially pomegranate, which was a bit troublesome to eat, the court rarely prepared pomegranates, so Mia ate very little of them.

Mia, whose mouth was full of juice, looked rather disheveled.

As Gisela wiped her daughter's mouth with a slight smile, the little girl, holding her half-eaten pomegranate, spread her legs on the hood of the car, leaning against the windshield, looking as content as if she were sunbathing on a Mediterranean beach. She ate the pomegranate while humming the melody Gisela had just played on her harmonica; the varying pitches of the "ee-ee" sounds were actually quite pleasant once you got used to them.

Just then, the lead car ahead suddenly honked its horn. Gisela, who was a little dazed from the wind, became alert. He looked ahead and saw a column of smoke in the field, and he didn't know what was on fire.

Just as Gisela was wondering what was going on, gunshots rang out from the direction of the column of smoke.

Jeanne got out of the car, took the walkie-talkie from the communications soldier who ran up to her, and began calling nearby international volunteer troops to confirm the situation.

"What? Speak louder, I can't hear you, hello?"

The continuous sounds piercing her ears made Gisela turn around, where she saw Jeanne frowning and shouting loudly into the walkie-talkie.

Gisela shoved the pomegranate into Mia's hand, then leaned over, took the walkie-talkie from Jeanne's hand, and put it to her ear.

"Hello, this is Gisela. What's going on up ahead?"

As Gisela spoke, the young woman stuffed the pomegranate into her pocket, stood up with her hands on the windshield, bent down and brought her face close to Gisela's head, her ear almost touching the walkie-talkie. She was clearly very curious about what Gisela was doing.

At this moment, the radio reception suddenly improved a little, and intermittent sounds came from the speaker: "This is a patrolling armored vehicle detachment. We are currently engaged in combat with Russian reconnaissance cavalry."

The young woman made an excited sound; clearly, the talking box had successfully piqued her interest.

"Are there many enemies? Do you need support?" Gisela asked two questions in quick succession.

"They've taken refuge in a... sizzle... We're setting fire to drive them away... sizzle... We might need heavy firepower to eliminate them."

Gisela knew what the so-called patrol armored vehicle was—it was a half-track vehicle with only a machine gun. If the enemy entered a building, there was indeed not much that could be done about them.

The patrol team probably won't be equipped with many Panzerfausts, and besides, Panzerfausts aren't suitable for anti-building purposes.

"Wait a moment, we'll send a Magician to support you."

"Uh, never mind, the Russians have surrendered, they're coming out of... sizzling..."

"Very good, keep a close watch on the prisoners, we're almost there."

Gisela returned the walkie-talkie to Jeanne, who said worriedly, "This isn't a good idea; it might be a trap."

“There are three magic users here, so we're not afraid of traps.” Gisela waved his hand. “Everyone, get in the vehicle and continue on.”

After Jeanne got into the car, the young woman was still holding onto the windshield with both hands, watching the walkie-talkie drive away with the communications soldier. As soon as the car started, she lost her balance and fell forward, landing directly on Gisela.

This should have been a gratuitous bonus scene for the lecherous fox, but the young man's flesh was even less than that of his "husband" Nina; he was practically a cute boy, offering absolutely no bonus. Gisela's face touched the young man's buttocks, but she felt absolutely no elasticity.

However, Gisela confirmed with her eyes that her fellow countryman did not have any mysterious protrusions, so she was not worried that he was really a cute boy.

At this moment, the little fellow villager nimbly turned over and sat on Gisela's lap, facing her.

The girl looked at Gisela at very close range, her face as expressionless as ever, her gaze pure and innocent.

Under the baptism of innocence so close at hand, Gisela's little bit of evil thoughts were also washed away, and she smiled at her fellow villager.

Jeanne glanced at Gisela from the back seat, her gaze somewhat sharp.

The convoy continued its journey toward the location where the skirmish had taken place.

Before long, the convoy arrived at the location of the skirmish. International Brigades soldiers were waiting for Gisela by the roadside. One of the two armored vehicles was visibly damaged, and thick smoke was billowing from a building in the distance.

Gisela was about to get out of the car when Jeanne grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Jeanne gave the commander of the guard a look, and he immediately led his soldiers up to verify the patrol's identity.

Then a magical scene unfolded. After checking the identification, the guard commander said to the patrol captain, "Take off your military boots and let me see them."

"What?" The captain frowned, asking in confusion, "This..."

"The Allied troops' boots had square patterns on the soles, while the Russian troops' boots had round patterns."

Military boots from that era all looked pretty much the same, resembling the rain boots Gisela often wore before her time travel.

Speaking of this joke, Gisela felt it looked familiar; it seemed like she'd seen similar scenes in many movies…

The patrol captain stammered for a while, then suddenly reached for his gun. However, the guard captain was quick to react, kneeing him in the groin and elbowing him as he jerked back in pain.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 621 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter119 Today's title is unrelated to the content (ra!)

The patrol captain stammered for a while, then suddenly reached for his gun. However, the guard captain was quick to react, kneeing him in the groin and elbowing him as he jerked back in pain.

What followed was a burst of gunfire; both sides were armed, making the close-quarters firefight both swift and bloody.

Jeanne was prepared; she opened a magical shield that completely enveloped the car Gisela was riding in.