King's Landing in France

Chapter 159
Marshal Beaulieu of Austria did not despise the new Italian army led by General Frost.

Before declaring war, he sent out his spies early, and after declaring war, he even hired many Italians to scout for himself.

Now, the old marshal has basically mastered the number of enemies and the composition of commanders.

Now, the marshal has summoned his own staff and is having a meeting.

The marshal's chief of staff, Condoré, said indifferently to Frost's troops who drove over: "This is a group of mobs, and that Frost officer is all a bunch of melon eggs that haven't even grown their hair yet. He actually let a captain lead a division! A captain!

"In our place, even the head of the regiment is a major or even a lieutenant colonel!"

The other officers of the headquarters, including Brigadier General Bottendorf, commander of the Bottendorf Division who served as the general reserve, all nodded repeatedly.

The marshal shook his head: "He led such an army and defeated Lafayette. I met that Lafayette once. He is an excellent officer and understands what war is all about! He is still in the New World, defeating Cornwallis!"

The officers looked at each other.

At this time, Major General Vuksevich, who rushed back to the meeting temporarily, teased: "Maybe, General Lafayette is just like everyone else. Because the opponent is all low-level officers, he underestimated the opponent and lost."

Condore: "What do you mean?"

"It's literally." Vuksevich still had a mocking tone.

There are also different types of aristocratic officers, and some are recruited purely by their families. There is no shortage of such people in Austria and France. This kind of people generally dislikes the kind of officers who do practical things.

This can be said to be the norm in the European army.

Vuksevich couldn't understand Kondore's extravagance.

Seeing that the officers were about to quarrel, Marshal Beaulieu said: "Okay! Everyone needs to work together. Vuksevich is right. Lafayette was probably dismissed because he underestimated Frost." Defeated.

"We must pay attention to him, treat him, and his subordinates, as perfectly trained and qualified officers and soldiers! Only in this way can we ensure nothing goes wrong!"

Vuksevich nodded: "Of course, I have never underestimated him. After today's confrontation, I think my enemy is still the original Italian army, which is General Lamballe's troops."

"How did you see that?" Condoré asked.

"Of course it depends on the number of school officers. Noble officers are very recognizable when they are dressed like flower roosters on the battlefield."

Condore looked down at his attire: he was wearing an Austrian white general's dress, with a pair of shiny gold epaulettes on his shoulders, and tassels long enough to brush a horse.

This tassel is made by the most famous tailor in Vienna. It is made of solid material and has fine stitches.

Under the tassels, there are gaudy medals and ribbons.

Vuksevich: "Yes, it's like this!"

Condore immediately blew his carefully trimmed beard.

Vuksevich: "And a beard! Only a noble with two orderlies can maintain such a beautiful beard on the battlefield!"

Marshal Beaulieu said: "Okay! I know that the enemy in front of you is the original enemy."

At this moment, a captain entered the headquarters and saluted: "Report! The reconnaissance hussars have returned, and they say they have captured the French officers who came to surrender!"

All the officers in the headquarters immediately stood up, and the old marshal stood up too after a slow step: "What? Come on, bring it in!"

A few moments later, several French officers were brought in.

Vuksevich spoke first: "Where's your three-color emblem?"

The leading officer spat: "Fuck the three-color emblem, long live the king!"

The remaining French officers also shouted together.

And the Austrian officers were all beaming.

But Beaulieu was still stern, and the old man took a step forward: "Stop shouting! Start from the beginning, what's the matter? Come, give him a glass of water!"

Water was handed up immediately.

The French officer who first shouted Long Live the King took the water, drank it, and then let out a long breath: "That damned Frost! As soon as his army arrived, he immediately said that all the officers were potential traitors. Directly order his guards, what is the teaching regiment, to start arresting officers! As long as they are of noble origin, all have been arrested!

"Can you imagine? As long as they are of noble origin, they will all be arrested!"

Condore was overjoyed: "What? That is to say, in the original Italian Legion, only warrant officers are left as officers, and everyone above warrant officers has been beaten?"

The French system stipulates that only three generations of hereditary nobles can become school officials - this is also because France is the most feudal country in Europe, and a large number of nobles have been accumulated since the time of Louis XIV, otherwise there would be too many school officials up.

People of civilian background can climb up to warrant officer in the French army at most, and it is very rare to be promoted to second lieutenant. Usually, they have made great achievements, or someone in the family married a lady from a down-and-out noble family.

Without such external factors, a civilian who is promoted through ordinary means is at most a warrant officer.

As an Austrian aristocrat, Condore is of course familiar with France. After all, France was a model for all countries to learn from in the feudal era, and the nobles of all countries can basically speak French.

The status of French in Europe in this era is somewhat similar to the status of English in the world after the establishment of Onsa hegemony.

Condore was very excited: "That is to say, the enemy in front of Vuksevich is also in chaos?"

The fugitive French officer nodded: "That's where I came from, and I left my troops. Fortunately, our station is quite far from Savona, otherwise I wouldn't be able to escape at all!"
"That Frost sent a pipe-smoking devil to chase and kill the nobles who escaped from Savona. The detained nobles can still breathe, and the escaped ones are basically hacked to death!"

Condoré turned to Beaulieu: "We must attack immediately! If we start now, after marching through the night, we can attack at dawn!"

At this time, Condore suggested marching through the night, which showed that he was very confident in the training level and organization of the troops.

However, Marshal Beaulieu has rich experience and knows that marching at night will lead to a large number of stragglers, so a special containment team needs to be organized.Even a well-organized army must be regrouped after a night march.And the night battle is bound to be a mess. After entering the night battle, who can win basically depends on which side is more brave and has better luck.

The conventional raid strategy in this era is to march quickly at night, and then after a little reorganization at dawn, take advantage of the most difficult time for the enemy's night guards to attack.

This kind of assault is dangerous to execute. In case of failure, the troops who have run wild all night will be chased by the energetic enemy.

Beaulieu stroked his beard, pondered for a while, and then said: "This opportunity is not lost. Vuksevich, lead your division, set off tonight, and attack Varadze at dawn tomorrow!"

(End of this chapter)