King's Landing in France

An Ning wanted to change his words, but it was too late, La Salle had already turned his horse and ran towards his cavalry unit.

Maybe he would really raid Beaulieu's headquarters and capture the old man alive.

Seeing that there was no way to stop it, An Ning let out a long sigh: "Whatever."

Anyway, almost all the Austrian cavalry troops were lost in the first two battles. Now the Austrian troops are arranged like snakes on the mountain, and they might really break out of Lasalle.

It was Davout's direct line infantry brigade who was going to be scolded, and after a long time of hard work, it was the cavalry unit's first achievement.

Davu looked at the cavalry troops that were beginning to march in, and murmured worriedly: "Is it okay to just let him charge like this?"

An Ning: "You can rest assured that La Salle is very capable of commanding brigade-level cavalry units."

Davout: "I've seen it, in Diego."

At this time, Napoleon suddenly poked An Ning on the shoulder: "Hey, look over there, you seem to have a little Italian fan."

An Ning turned her head to look in the direction Napoleon pointed, and found that the Italian Sequoia Army was approaching from Milan.

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Originally, An Ning planned to use all the Italian troops to defend the supply line and use them as a transport team, but the gentlemen in Milan strongly demanded that the Sequoia Army play some role on the battlefield, so An Ning had to bring a brigade of the Sequoia Army.

In addition to the red uniform of this brigade, another notable feature is that their officers wear a kind of iron helmet from the Spanish phalanx era, with long feathers on it.

It is said that this is the tradition of Italian mercenary captains.

Yes, Italy had a tradition of martial arts in the Middle Ages, and Italian mercenaries even monopolized European war affairs to a certain extent, so there is a chapter dedicated to Italian mercenaries in "War Guidance" written by British Major General Fuller.

However, in a revolution-era army, the appearance of this Italian mercenary commander's iron helmet can only be said to be a bit nondescript.

An Ning looked at the Italian team repeatedly, but didn't see the person Napoleon mentioned, so she asked, "What are my fans?"

Napoleon had no choice but to get closer to An Ning, and pointed at a child in the team: "Look, that! Ever since that child came into my sight, he hasn't looked away from you."

An Ning: "Is it your illusion?"

"Absolutely not! I said, why don't you take an Italian boy to be your orderly. You can also deepen the relationship between the two sides. The gentlemen of Milan will be very happy to see you have an Italian by your side."

"I have Julian." An Ning replied.

Napoleon: "There's no rule that you can only have one orderly... Wait, isn't Julian a stable boy?"

An Ning: "I also let him work as an orderly."

At this time, a messenger galloped over on a horse, and after approaching An Ning, he reported loudly: "It's the report from Commander Lanady!"

An Ning took the note and glanced at it, and couldn't help being speechless.

Napoleon and Berthier asked in unison: "What's wrong?"

An Ning: "Wumze moved, and the spies reported that Wumuze's soldiers came down from both sides of Lake Garda in two ways."

Chapter 191 Lasalle wants to learn from Your Excellency the General

Marshal Beaulieu let out a long sigh after receiving the news that Andy Frost had broken through the line of defense.

He took out his withered flower marshal scepter and placed it on the table of the headquarters.

The officers all looked at the Marshal and Chief of Staff Condore: "It's not over yet, we can retreat into the Mantua Fortress!"

Beaulieu: "Have you ever been to Mantua Fortress?"

Condore hesitated for a moment: "I... I have seen the design of the fortress!"

Beaulieu sighed: "Well, you haven't been there, and you don't know what that fortress is like. The Mantua fortress is very suitable for defense. It should be said that it is very suitable for defense. Even if the French army is surrounded by 8 to 5000 people Fortress, [-] people in the fortress can also defend for a long time.

"Do you know why this fortress is so easy to defend? Because it is on a peninsula, and the isthmus connecting the peninsula to the surrounding land is very narrow, allowing only a few thousand people to spread out. Even if the enemy comes tens of thousands, they can only attack with 5000 people Fortress, others can only wave their flags and shout.

"But this one limits the Mantua fortress. This fortress can be defended, but it can't be used for attack at all. The enemy can block tens of thousands of people in the fortress with only a few troops.

"No, we can't retreat into the fortress. Retreating means that we have handed over our fate to another general who came to rescue us!"

Beaulieu spoke a long line in one breath, and then paused for breath.

After all, the old man is over 70, and he can be described as old-fashioned. Such a long conversation is a considerable burden on his body.

After finally recovering, Marshal Beaulieu continued: "I can't accept this kind of thing about me, and I can't accept my fate being handed over to others! No, never! This is a shame as a soldier!"

Condore curled his lips, and no longer suggested going to Mantua Fortress, but turned his finger on the Mincio River: "Damn it, it's the dry season, otherwise this river wouldn't be so easy to be destroyed by Frost." That guy stepped over!"

Vuksevich stared at Kondore, and snorted: "Don't make it seem like anyone can easily cross the Mincio River now, I bet if you go to command, our soldiers wading across the river will only change. Adult fish feed!"

Condolei said angrily: "What are you talking about? Presumptuous!"

Beaulieu: "Okay! That's enough! Don't let the French come to abolish our titles, let's fight among ourselves first. Be a little reserved, think about the obligations and etiquette of nobles!"

The two of them shut up.

Beaulieu pointed to Vuksevich and said: "Vuksevich, you lead the troops back east across the Adige River!"

Vuksevich shook his head: "No, my troops were reorganized after the Po River defense line was defeated last time. It is impossible to take them back to the other side of the Adige River in the west. It is better for us Go north, enter the Adige Valley, join Marshal Wumze's troops..."

Beaulieu shook his head: "No, our center has been broken through by the French army. If you go north now, you will meet the French army. Go east, arrive at Vicenza, and then assist Marshal Wumze with the camera."

Vuksevich was about to accept the mission when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about you? Aren't you going to retreat with us?"

Beaulieu smiled wryly and said: "I have been defeated by General Frost three times in a row. I have no face to go back to see His Majesty Franz II. My battle is over. Surrendering to the French army at this time should be able to maintain the last battle." A little dignity."

Condore immediately screamed: "No! Marshal! That lunatic hanged the last noble general who opposed him! He is a damned republican, and he will hang every nobleman! Your Excellency Marshal, join us Walk……"

Vuksevich sneered and said, "If you want to escape, you can escape directly. You don't need to use the marshal as a cover."

Condore: "I am thinking of the empire, the empire cannot lose its experienced marshal!"

Vuksevich pulled out his saber, and put the point of the sword against Condore: "Stop fucking nonsense, get out, if the empire needs someone like you to protect it one day, then it will perish it is good!"

Condore cursed, turned and left the headquarters house.

The division commanders in the room who actually held military power kept silent tacitly.

Only Vuksevich said nonchalantly: "Since Marshal, you want to stay here as a bait to attract wolves, then I have no reason not to make good use of this opportunity. I'm leaving, Your Excellency Marshal, I wish you good health."

The marshal waved his hand.

Vuksevich strode out of the room.

The marshal glanced at the rest of the people, and said loudly: "Run if you want to! Just leave me alone to face it."

The officers looked at each other, not knowing who would start first, but in the end they all rushed to the gate.

At this moment, the bugle of cavalry came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud cry of killing, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of horseshoes.

It was the crisp sound of horseshoes colliding with the stone floor of the street.

There was chaos outside, the neighing of horses and the screams of people who were hacked to death.

The officers had already arrived at the door, but when they heard this movement, they all stopped their movements and looked back at Marshal Beaulieu eagerly.

Finally, the gate was kicked open with a sound, and an officer with a beautiful beard and a pipe swaggered into the room.

"Oh," he said, "so many maps, this is at least a division headquarters!"

Then he saw Beaulieu.

"Wow," the officer took a puff from his pipe and exhaled a smoke ring, "you look very old with a beard, you must be Marshal Beaulieu! Hahaha, I didn't expect your headquarters to It is exactly where the little man of Corsica predicted! I am the cavalry commander of His Excellency General Frost, Antoine Louis Charles La Salle! I have come to capture you by order of the general!"

Beaulieu stood up and straightened his collar: "I am Beaulieu, Marshal of the Holy Roman Empire, take me to see your Excellency the General!"

Lasalle: "Of course I want to take you to meet him. My mission is to catch you! The last time you slipped from the Po River battlefield was because I was sent to block Lodi's bridge by His Excellency the General. Do you know that? Otherwise, you would have been a prisoner of Your Excellency the General at that time!"

Beaulieu: "The fact is that I was not caught by you until now. Stop talking nonsense and take me to see General Frost."

Lasalle: "Okay, old sir, can you ride a horse? I mean, you are at this age, I'm afraid the horse will knock you out of order! I'd better fix you a carriage!"

The marshal nodded: "If there is a carriage, I will trouble you."

La Salle gave a few simple instructions, and then his deputy ran away in a hurry.

La Salle opened the door respectfully and made a gesture of invitation to the Marshal.

The marshal walked out of the room slowly, bathing in the winter sun. At this moment, several cavalry escorted Condoré from a distance.

The leading cavalry team, La Salle, saluted: "Report, go out for reconnaissance in the direction of the Adige River, and caught this guy."

Marshal Beaulieu was taken aback, and hurried to see if the cavalry had caught Vuksevich together.

Fortunately, Vuksevich's face did not appear among the cavalry.

And Condore shouted: "I am a nobleman, how dare you tie me up like firewood?"

La Salle laughed loudly: "Oh, nobleman! Your Excellency the General only respects one kind of nobleman, that is, those noblemen who served him in his Sunset Knights! Do you know how many noblemen your Excellency General hanged to death?"

Condore yelled: "You savages, you country bastards! We are the nobles of the Holy Roman Empire! Does Rome know it!"

La Salle: "You must have never read the works of Mr. Voltaire, have you? Mr. Voltaire, but the theoretical founder of the French Revolution. Do you know what he said about the Habsburg thing? He said , 'this rag isn't holy, it's not Roman, it's not even an empire'. The nobles of Rome wear purple, I mean, the real Rome. What the hell is that on you?"

Condore was completely unable to refute, and his face turned red after holding back for a long time.

Beaulieu: "So you should take some time to read some books, Condoré, when you are attending various balls and salons."

Condore ignored him and continued to shout: "I am a nobleman from Vienna! My grandfather is..."

La Salle took off his gloves and threw them in Condoré's face.

"You always say that you are a nobleman, so I will give you a chance to fight like a nobleman! To be honest, I really want to hack you to death, but I am not sure if the general will be angry. I don't want to make you angry. .So, let's fight! Come on, untie him!"

La Salle's deputy hesitated and said, "This...isn't it good?"

La Salle said carelessly: "Don't worry! Your Excellency the General is a noble killer. He has dueled with nobles countless times and enjoyed the process very much! He will definitely praise my approach!"

Chapter 192 Marshal?My elder brother wants to be Caesar, why should you be a marshal?

Condoré was stunned: "What? What do you mean?"

La Salle: "Why, you don't understand French well, can't you understand what I'm saying?"

"No, I understand, I mean..."

"Understand what I mean?" La Salle looked at Condoré in amazement, "Is there any particularly incomprehensible terminology in my words? Even if you don't understand my words, you should understand the action of throwing gloves Bar?"

Condore: "No, I... I am a civilized person, I do not participate in such rude activities."

Lasalle laughed loudly, and snatched back his gloves after laughing: "Forget it, a duel with a guy like you is an insult to my reputation."

Condoré breathed a sigh of relief, his entire expression relaxed.

Then at this moment, La Salle drew out his saber and put it on Condoré's neck: "You don't deserve a duel, you only deserve to die here like a dog."

Although Condolei was tied up and unable to move, he could express his emotions with urine. A small water stain appeared on his crotch, and then expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Lasalle had a serious and murderous look on his face. Seeing this scene, he laughed again, and retracted his knife while laughing: "I changed my mind. Sending a waste like you back to Emperor Shenluo may be a more powerful one." Good idea. Killing a piece of shit like you would damage my reputation."

Marshal Beaulieu, who witnessed the whole process, commented: "Condore, you should really accept the duel. If you win, you will be the hero of our army. If you lose...at least you can die with honor. Now you are the entire Austrian nobleman. laughing stock."

Condore looked ashen: "I was threatened! He threatened me!"

Beaulieu turned to Lasalle and said: "Can you not take this wretch elsewhere, I don't want to see him near my cell."

La Salle: "Of course there is no problem. How did you let such a person be your chief of staff?"

Beaulieu shook his head helplessly: "This is the situation of my Shinra freedom. Among my people, only Vuksevich is still useful."

La Salle: "Really? Then you don't complain about the loss, come on, I think Your Excellency the General will be happy to have a good chat with you."

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An Ning didn't see Marshal Beaulieu until five o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as the two met, Marshal Beaulieu untied his marshal's scepter, and stretched forward with both hands.

An Ning took the scepter, and began to look at it happily-it is worthy of Shinra's stuff, highlighting a luxury.

An Ning was waving her fingers at the double-headed eagle engraved on the head of the scepter, looking mesmerized.

Berthier was coughing crazily at first, but An Ning ignored them. In the end, Berthier had no choice but to speak: "Your Excellency General! You should return this scepter to Your Excellency the Marshal."

An Ning was stunned: "Ah? Is it supposed to be like this? Isn't it enough to just return the saber, can you keep the others?"

An Ning knew that in the navy of this era, after a battle, the winner would return the loser's sword and invite the loser to have a drink.

So he was ready to return the sword, but it was a pity that the marshal didn't give the sword, so he handed in the marshal staff first.