King's Landing in France

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Even for those regular troops who are well-trained and led by a large number of professional officers, it is difficult to do this.

The fact is that the French army after the Great Revolution was indeed the number one powerful army in Europe, and it is still in the form of cubs of this army. Its soldiers lack training, there are not enough experienced officers, and there are not many qualified generals.

In a few years, with the continuation of the Great Revolutionary War, this army will grow into the first class in Europe that can tear the encirclement net by hand.

At six o'clock in the afternoon Kleiber finally heard the sound of the horn from the Austrians.

He vaguely realized that this was probably a sign of the Austrian army's withdrawal.

Kleiber let out a long sigh of relief: "It's finally over."

He found a beech, sat down, leaned against the trunk and looked up at the sky.

Seeing him like this, the French soldiers who had been tense for a day all relaxed.

Many lay directly on the ground with their hands outstretched.

"ended."

"Who has water? I'm out of water!"

"Has any of you seen my friend? He's a painter. His name is Bouvet. Auguste Bouvet. Has anyone seen him?"

Amidst the noise, the messenger rushed over and ordered loudly: "Brigades, let the remaining troops replace the frontline troops to guard the frontline. They will be stationed in the position tonight! The brigade commander has arranged the sentry for tonight!"

Kleiber: "This black devil really regards himself as the commander of this small army. We will call him His Excellency General Dumas soon!"

Even though he complained so much, Kleiber actually didn't have any objection to the black devil as the commander. After all, he could only repair artillery forts, and he was not good at marching and fighting.

He arranged the defense change and the sentry at night according to the order. At this time, Moreau rode over: "Hey, you have survived today's wheel battle!"

Kleiber: "Don't mention it. In the morning, I thought the Austrian army was weak and deceitful. We will win today cleanly. In the end, they are like nougat!"

Moro: "That's why General Frost pursues to annihilate the enemy, otherwise the enemy will be endless like now. Every time we defeat them and kill hundreds of them, it won't be long before they charge up again."

Kleiber: "If I say it, the captured soldiers should be sent to the corvee, and let them go to work to build fortresses, bridges and embankments for us!"

Moreau: "Let them dig the canal!"

"Good idea." Kleiber gave a thumbs up, and as he joked with Moreau, his mood became happier.

Moro: "Thinking about it, we have defended today. These farmers, fruit sellers, and bakers blocked the well-trained Holy Roman Empire army! Shinra is also Rome, and we blocked a Roman legion rounding it up!"

Kleiber: "Your rounding deviation is a bit big. Do all of you lawyers count like this?"

Moreau shrugged.

It can be seen that Morrow is in a very good mood.

Probably because of today's battle, he saw the superiority of the Republic.

At this time, Dumas caught up with the two on horseback: "You two, how do you feel?"

"It feels okay, but to be honest, we should change our thinking. The enemy attacks our defense and cannot bring enough damage to the enemy. Even if we use courage to repel the enemy, it is useless. I suggest that we take the initiative to attack tomorrow." Kleiber So said.

Old Dumas: "Are you so crazy? No, no, we can't attack, at least not until this group of people can walk in line."

Kleiber: "Why not? We will use skirmish formation, charge forward loosely, and order them to shoot after getting close to the enemy, and then charge with bayonets, and the battle will be over."

Moreau: "The skirmisher formation can avoid the artillery, I think it will work. The enemy's artillery bombardment has not caused me much damage today. Even if the artillery shells roll past the formation, they only take away one or two unlucky people. Sometimes they roll It didn't even hurt when it passed.

"In contrast, the attacking Austrian army was beaten badly by the artillery."

In this era, there were no trigger fuzes and flowering ammunition, and the killing efficiency of solid shells dropped sharply when facing skirmish formations.

The black devil sighed, and threw out the last reason for not attacking: "How can skirmishers defend against cavalry? When the cavalry rushes over, this formation is the glory of movement. Can you transform the troops into a phalanx in time? "

The lawyer and the architect looked at each other.

Kleiber: "You are right, Your Excellency the Black Devil."

Old Dumas: "I am not Your Excellency."

He sighed and changed his tone: "Forget it, let's have dinner, it's been a hard day today, it's time to reward the soldiers—and ourselves."

Kleiber: "It just so happens that there is a military depot here. Your Excellency Berthier certainly doesn't mind if we share some supplies from the military depot."

Chapter 260 The Beginning of Summer Has Arrived

While the rookie generals of the French army shared their post-war experience, the Austrians were also studying the battle just now.

Brigadier General Ferdinand: "What the hell is going on? Skirmishers will easily collapse in the face of a line infantry attack! This is common sense! Damn, why doesn't the enemy follow common sense?"

No one could answer the brigadier general, and the school officers and lieutenants in the room were silent.

A group of mobs resisted the regular army of the Holy Roman Empire. No one would believe this.

At this time, Colonel Bacon, the chief of staff, suddenly realized: "I understand!"

Ferdinand looked at the colonel in surprise: "What do you understand?"

"This is not a mob at all, it is Frost's direct troops who have been well trained and have high morale! They deliberately released the news that they are a mob to deceive us!"

Ferdinand was shocked, but this explanation was naturally more acceptable than being defeated by a mob.

The colonel seemed like Columbus who discovered the New World: "It must be so! That cobbler in Frost used some evil method to quickly train these people into a regular army that would not lose to a professional army!"

Some of the officers jumped out and pointed out the mistake: "Nonsense, how could the regular army disperse? You might as well say that these are desperadoes brought by Frost, and they are all murderous devils!"

The colonel seemed to be inspired, and decisively incorporated this "suggestion" into his system: "Yes! That's right, Frost must have recruited outlaws to act as officers! Those officers who fought fiercely must be heinous people!"

They are actually tinkers, tailors, printers, and painters.

But no one present at this time could stress this point.The pedantic nobles from the Holy Roman Empire are still using their outdated concepts to make a blind impression of a new thing, the son of a new era.

The colonel became more and more excited: "That's right, this can explain it. Their main source of troops is the city's rascals and rogues, and then they are led by the murderous gangsters. This is a full-fledged, evil army! So we lost to the insidious and cunning enemy, so we don't need to be ashamed!"

Ferdinand seemed to have finally convinced himself to accept the outcome.

Then he mentioned another question: "However, the order we received was to capture Babi Village, cut off the enemy's supply route, and create conditions for the main force to wipe out the enemy. After fighting for a day with so many casualties, we didn't even touch the edge of the village. arrive."

The colonel made a move: "It's simple, just report to the coalition headquarters, saying that we have been blocked by [-] enemy troops, and we cannot break through with the current force. The headquarters will definitely send reinforcements!"

Ferdinand hesitated: "Twenty thousand? Judging from the news received today, there are only three brigades in front of us. After all, there are only three brigade flags."

"The brigade of the French army is bigger than ours. Just say, Brigadier General, that a brigade of the French army has 1 people, and we are facing 3 sniper attacks!"

Ferdinand: "Will anyone believe this?"

"Of course, I have received information from various sources, especially the defected French nobles. They said that the French army has a large number of soldiers but lacks officers."

Ferdinand frowned again: "The same fugitive French nobles told us that Frost's army was a mob of traffickers and pawns who were hastily assembled. So I should report that we met Frost. The trained tiger and wolf masters, or a bunch of mobs?"

Colonel: "Simple, what we encountered was a mob that seemed to be numerous, but was actually a well-trained army of tigers and wolves. Look, we attacked... I mean, it's great that we resisted for so long What a feat!"

Ferdinand raised his eyebrows. Although the colonel's statement was full of loopholes, it was better to find out than to admit that he was beaten by the mob.

So the brigadier general nodded: "Okay, let's report like this and ask for reinforcements. Before the reinforcements arrive, shall we stop the offensive and start a confrontation?"

"Of course we can't stop the offensive!" The colonel said hastily.

"What do you think, you can't stop the offensive, if you keep attacking, the loss is only the lives of the big soldiers and some minor nobles. We have 2 people, and we can bear the loss today for half a month.

"While attacking, the wounded are continuously evacuated. When the Duke and Marshal see these wounded soldiers, they will know that we are fighting!

"Besides, what if the tension of the French army finally breaks when we attack continuously?"

Ferdinand nodded again and again: "Okay, it makes sense, then we will continue to attack and then ask for reinforcements. How much reinforcement do you think the Marshal can give us?"

Colonel: "There will always be 4! With the original troops added, you will be a brigadier general commanding [-] people, which is already larger than the largest army your father ever commanded!"

Commodore General Ferdinand was so happy that the creases on his fat face lifted.

"Forty thousand! That's great!"

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Due to the delay in the transmission of news on the battlefield, An Ning didn't know that Berthier had been cut off until a day and a half later.

Moreover, in order to prevent the enemy from getting in place quickly, La Salle was honorably injured in the battle.

Anning immediately wrote a letter scolding Berthier as a stupid pig.

After sending the letter, An Ning's anger subsided a little, and then he realized that there was something wrong with this matter.

He knew that Berthier was a mediocre person, and he made him the acting commander.

In fact, An Ning didn't think that he would be delayed in Paris for so long. He planned to come back to attend a funeral and return to the headquarters in a few days.

In addition, there was really no one who could serve as the acting commander at that time, so it was handed over to Berthier.

He left very detailed instructions in case Berthier would mess it up.

In the end, everything was prepared, but I couldn't stand the sudden need to stay in Paris to protect important people from the bloody terrorist storm.

Taking a step back, with this incident, there is a reason to never let Berthier touch the baton in the future. Without this time, it is impossible to guarantee that Berthier will not want to lead his own troops.

Anyway, that's how things are.

Just as things in Paris were almost over, An Ning packed up carloads of people in need of protection and sent them back to Marseille.

Christina has been involved in the entire safety of this industry, and when she goes to the front line, Christina can continue to protect important people.

It's time for An Ning to return to the battlefield.

So after An Ning finished writing the letter scolding Berthier, he rushed to the War Department in Paris and asked Lazare Carnot how many troops had completed the reorganization.

He did not nod himself at the Palace of Versailles because it was said that the Palace of Versailles could no longer accommodate them, so the newly reorganized troops lived in Paris.

Lazarcano acquired a bunch of large noble estates from nowhere and requisitioned them as barracks for the National Guard.

After arriving at the Ministry of War, Lazar Cano was talking with the president of the Paris Commune, the mayor of Paris, and was a little surprised to see An Ning come in.

"Your Excellency, why are you here?"

"You don't know yet, do you? Berthier messed up, and I'm going to rescue him early." An Ning said and threw the battle report from the front line on Kano's desk.

Kano spread out the final battle report, and while reading it, he said, "I usually don't read today's summary of the battle report until evening... Oh, my God, it's really bad. So, you are going to go out again?"

"Yes, let me ask how many troops you can give me?"

Lazar Kano with his hands behind his back: "Counting the garrison in several surrounding cities, there are about 70 people, which should be enough to deal with 20 coalition forces."

An Ning was stunned: "What? Seventy thousand? Not bad, not bad, not bad."

"It's 70, Your Excellency General." Lazar Xiao Kano He said, "I assure you that the reorganization of the troops can be completed by summer. Now, spring has come to the end, barely counted as early summer. So your army is ready."

Chapter 261 Generous Sacrifice is Today

Perhaps Lazar Kano also enjoyed Frost's surprised expression, so he stopped after speaking.

An Ning was shocked and complained: 70 people, not seven columns, this is really overwhelming the world.

Then his thoughts went to a side road without any accident, he was thinking: Damn, 70 people, and there are seven columns, why are these things that conquer the world are related to the number seven?

Is this also the will of Seven?

An Ning was amused by the unexpected digression of her own thinking. Everything is under the control of the factory manager, right? This can be abducted to the factory manager. I suggest checking the ingredients—oh, I abducted it by myself, so it’s okay.

An Ning finally recovered from the shock (wandering), and then rubbed her hands and asked, "So can I F2A, that is, I can swarm up and kill the coalition forces?"

Lazar Kano shook his head: "No, in the current chaotic situation, we should not be able to organize the logistics to supply such a large army. My suggestion is to let the reorganized troops from various places attack the enemy nearby , those who are close to the coalition will attack the coalition, and those who are close to the rebels will attack the rebels.

"Only relying on the supplies you carry with you can support a battle for a day or two, and return to the city for supplies after the fight."

An Ning: "What do you mean?"

"It's just to let the troops fight on their own with the supplies they carry with them. Anyway, with such a large number, the coalition forces probably don't have a good way."

An Ning touched her face, and then found that there was a beard that was not cleanly shaved, and her hands were prickly.

"Fight on their own, and go home after fighting? This is really the ocean of the people's war. But I think these alone should not be able to defeat the coalition forces, so how many troops can we concentrate on?"

Lazar Kano: "With our current logistical capabilities, I estimate that we can supply about 20 troops for concentrated operations. However, there is still a big problem."

"What's the problem?" An Ning asked, he already had a premonition that there would be a problem.

Kano: "We simply don't have enough orderlies and staff officers. Using so many troops requires an efficient staff department and a staggering number of orderlies."

An Ning: "Don't worry about this, Berthier can handle it."

Kano hesitated: "Berthier? Didn't he just mess up the front line?"

"Yes, this shows that he is not suitable to be the commander-in-chief, but as the chief of staff, his strength is beyond doubt. He will solve the command problem of the 20 army and make the army look like a whole."