King's Landing in France

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Human brewing technology is also gradually advancing with the development of productivity. In 1793, spirits were still rare, and the wine sold in ordinary taverns was only a dozen or twenty degrees.

La Salle glared at him, and said angrily: "Look at your talent, you're licking and drinking like a bitch. Give it to me!"

As he spoke, La Salle snatched the wine bottle with his uninjured hand and took a swig.

"It's exciting, good wine!"

"Boss, isn't this used to heal injuries?"

"It's for healing, but who dares to object if I want to take a sip?" La Salle rolled his eyes.

At this time, the priest next to him bandaged his wound: "Okay, it's over."

"Excuse me!" La Salle stood up and turned to look at the subordinates who were crowded in the church. "The horses outside are probably full. Let's go play with the Austrian cavalry!"

Adjutant: "It's night now, should they go to camp?"

"Of course it's good to go to camp, so Berthier will have another night to react." La Salle curled his lips, "The fear is that he doesn't respond at all. No matter, let's do our own thing. Even if Bell Thières is gone, and we can slip back to Paris. Until then, let's do our duty. Let's go!"

The hussars who had been sitting in the room rose up one after another.

They all looked wretched, pretty Dorman covered in blood and grime, just like their faces.

The priest looked at them and said, "Is France going to lose the battle? Will His Majesty the King come back after losing the battle?"

La Salle turned his head and stared at the priest: "Well, you are a royalist! Do you know whose army we are? We are the savior of France, the founder of the Republic, and the leader of the Jacobin Four. The troops of the victorious General Andy Frost!"

The priest was almost frightened to death. From the time Lasalle began to read Frost's title, he made the sign of the cross and shouted "My God".

Lasalle: "He gave the order to bombard the Duin Leli Palace, and broke into the palace alone to arrest the then king Louis XVII! You actually rushed in front of us, saying that the king is coming back?

"To hell with you! As long as Frost is here, the king will never come back! Absolutely never!"

After Lasalle finished speaking, the old priest knelt down and said repeatedly: "Yes, you are right, you won't come back, you will never come back!"

La Salle continued: "Not only will the king not come back, but Frost will go to Austria to capture the culprit and send him to the guillotine in Revolution Square!"

Old Priest: "Oh my God, this is horrible."

Some hussars yelled: "Kill him! Let him go to heaven first and stand in front of Louis XVI and his Austrian girls!"

La Salle pursed his lips, stared at the priest for a few seconds, and shook his head: "No, he bandaged me anyway, and I will not take revenge, even if he is a royalist. When we finish the war, there will be special commissioners to deal with it These refusal priests."

After speaking, La Salle turned and left the church.

The hussars followed him and left, leaving only the old priest still kneeling on the ground trembling.

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At dawn, the No.60 Sixth Battle Infantry Brigade, which had marched all night, finally saw the church steeple of Babi Village on the horizon.

Dumas, the brigade leader (I think Ju Dumas is more in line with the amusing atmosphere of this book, but everyone seems to prefer the proper name of Dumas, so I changed it) shouted: "It's right in front! It will take about an hour to get there! Quick! Go at full speed!"

The French soldiers, who had already exhausted their physical strength, sped up again.

Old Dumas: "Musicians! Let's have some vigorous drum beats! Come on, it's just the last bit!"

In this era, when marching, in order to ensure the pace of the whole team, there will be musicians playing music all the time.In fact, music plays the role of "one two one".

But after a day and a night of tossing, the musicians of the 66th brigade were exhausted and could barely lift their hands.

Despite what old Dumas yelled, the marching music did not become more exciting.

Old Dumas: "Damn it! Forget it, I will sing!"

Then old Dumas began to sing with a hoarse voice: "Go forward, sons and daughters of the motherland, rise up quickly,

"A glorious day awaits you!

"You see the tyrant is facing us

"Raise the blood-stained flag!"

The inspiring effect of the Marseillaise, which has been renamed "Ode to Rome", is beyond doubt.

After the old Dumas opened his voice, he obviously felt that the spirit of the soldiers had improved.

Many soldiers sang along.

Even the drums of the military musicians became more energetic.

A group of people walked faster and faster, as if the previous exhaustion was a boring lie.

Old Dumas sang the Marseillaise over and over again. When he was about to stop singing, the vanguard of the army shouted: "Here we are! There are no enemies!"

The troops marched into Babi Village.

Some villagers heard the Marseillaise and opened the door to see what happened.

Immediately afterwards, several men on horseback ran towards the army along the village road holding torches: "What army are you?"

"We are the No.60 Sixth Brigade of Battle Infantry, and we were ordered to garrison in Babi Village. Who are you?" The voice of the forward sergeant floated with the wind.

Old Dumas pinched the horse's belly and urged the horse to come forward: "I am the commander of the No.60 Sixth Battle Infantry Brigade. Which part are you from?"

The few people who came saw Dumas and exclaimed directly: "God, why don't you have a head?"

Old Dumas grinned, showing his white teeth: "Now do you see my head?"

"Damn, you're really dark enough."

Old Dumas said impatiently, "Which part do you belong to?"

"We're at the transfer depot in Babi Village. I'm the depot chief. We didn't receive an order to garrison troops. What happened?"

"The enemy army of about 2 people is coming to Babi Village, and this place will soon become a battlefield." Dumas paused, "My troops need to rest. Mobilize and build positions around the village!"

Several people in the military depot looked at each other, and the leader replied: "Well, we don't understand military engineering?"

Old Dumas said angrily: "How can you not understand military engineering?"

"Because we are not soldiers, I am a grain merchant, and the one next to me is a dentist."

Old Dumas looked at the sky and suddenly slapped his head: "By the way, whoever is behind is an architect who can build fortresses and must know military engineering."

Chapter 257 Old Dumas Got His Nickname

Kleiber looked at the old Dumas who came to visit him, and his brows were twisted into twists: "I, like you, ran wildly for a day and a night, and now I want to take a good rest before the enemy comes."

Old Dumas: "Then we can only face the regular army of the coalition without suitable fortifications. You also know the level of our troops. Do you think we can block the enemy twice as large as us without fortifications?" ?”

Kreber pursed his lips and made no reply.

Dumas Sr. added: "Especially when you are so tired."

Kleber: "Go to hell with you, I will tell you about your behavior of treating people like cows and horses after this battle is over! Take me to the village to see the terrain."

Old Dumas smiled, showing his white teeth.

Kleiber chose to continue to say hello: "You damn devil, black devil!"

The person in charge of the local military depot made a gesture of invitation: "Go this way."

Kleber stepped forward indignantly, and suddenly turned around and said: "By the way, call Moreau, we can't keep him sleeping, we are all brigade commanders, we should be equal, understand, equal!"

Old Dumas: "Okay, call him up. As a commander, you should indeed familiarize yourself with the terrain in advance."

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The three brigade commanders left Babi Village under the guidance of the person in charge of the local military depot.

Kleibel muttered: "Babi Village, Babi Village, why not just call it Spider Village?"

The person in charge of the military depot: "I don't know either. The locals haven't told us the origin of the name. Well, everyone, we're already outside the village. The terrain is what you see."

Kleber looked at the open terrain in front of him and was speechless.

Old Dumas also frowned: "There are a few shrubs, but they can't be relied on. The good news is that we have at least one wooden fence."

Kleber looked at the "wooden fence" and said it was a fence, but it was actually more like a railing, and there was no way to use it as a cover.

Apart from scattered barns and shrubs in the open field, there is no terrain that can be used by the defenders.

Kleiber: "You asked me to build fortifications, but there is no way to build fortifications here, not even a high ground."

Old Dumas: "We can only compete with them yard by yard in the village."

Mo Luo suddenly said: "No, we can't stop the regular army group from rushing into the yard. I think we should disperse the troops and block the enemy in the form of skirmishers."

Old Dumas: "This terrain is very suitable for stragglers. Unfortunately, it is spring and there is no wheat in the fields. It would be better if it is autumn to hide in the tall wheat fields. But the biggest problem for stragglers is how to ensure that they Don't run away? Even if it is a regular army, once the formation breaks up or the officer dies, the army will be defeated.

"The stragglers are generally criminals or mercenaries, and our army is composed of farmers and trousers. Do you expect tailors and masons to become qualified stragglers? No, no, they will start to flee as soon as they come into contact. "

Old Dumas was a professional soldier after all, and he still maintained the common sense of the previous era: skirmishers are hooligans or bandits, and these people have the desire to take the initiative to fight.

Moreover, in order to make the stragglers brave enough, the old army often rationed them with spirits before the battle, and also let prostitutes act as female wine waiters to follow the stragglers with a load full of wine.

Kleiber: "Wait a minute, do you remember what General Frost said? He said that the new French army is different from the old army. will, they will not be easily defeated if they go to the battlefield to defend the Republic."

Old Dumas frowned: "I don't understand the spirit of the republic, and I don't understand the nationalism the general talked about, but I understand the army. Scattered soldiers can't do it, we still hide in the village..."

Moreau: "Give it a try. I also want to see if the Republic is really as magical as Frost said."

Moreau is a hardcore republican. In the original history, he was sent to the United States because he was too obsessed with the republic and had a conflict with Napoleon who proclaimed himself emperor.

Later Bernadotte, another die-hard republican, invited him back to oppose Napoleon, who had usurped France.

But the current Moro is still a fledgling novice, has not experienced the baptism of the Great Revolutionary War, and has not experienced the courage and glory brought by the Republic to the soldiers on the battlefield.

He's a republican, but not hardcore.

Old Dumas looked at Moreau: "You look very excited."

"Yes." Moreau admitted frankly, "I've always hesitated whether the Republic is really that good, and now I want to see it with my own eyes."

Old Dumas sighed: "Okay, let's try it in the form of skirmishers, but we still need fortifications, at least some solid fortifications."

Kleiber: "The good news is that wood is enough."

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The time is twelve noon.

Kleiber had barely slept for an hour when his adjutant woke him up.

"Brigade Commander, the enemy is coming!"

Kleiber: "What enemy?"

"Allied forces! The enemy is coming!"

Kleber was stunned for a few seconds, and then slapped himself forcefully: "Damn it, it's the enemy! Are the troops up yet?"

"Woke up!"

Kleiber put on his uniform, drew back the curtain and left the house, where he saw his brigade hastily assembled.

A messenger galloped on horseback and shouted: "The No. 60 Sixth Brigade has already set off, the brigade commander asked me to rush you!"

Kleiber: "Let's go right away!"

By this time his brigade was finally in formation.

Kleiber: "Run forward, our position is on the left wing, hurry up!"

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Old Dumas had already arrived at his position, and he rode his horse to observe the enemies who were changing formations in the distance.

In this day and age, before launching an attack, you have to line up first.

This is a big job, and even the most well-trained army will be busy for a while.

Generals who are more ceremonial will even set up camp after arriving on the battlefield, rest for a day and then attack in a slow formation the next day.

But this time the generals of the coalition forces obviously did not have any sense of ceremony.

As soon as he found a defensive enemy ahead, he immediately changed the marching formation into an attacking formation.

Old Dumas observed the enemy's formation change, and estimated the enemy's training level by the speed of the formation change.

"Damn," he swore, "is a well-trained army."

At this moment, the officer next to him shouted: "Kreber's troops are coming."

Old Dumas turned his head to look at the flank, and saw Kleiber's troops marching to their position, and then scattered in a hurry.