King's Landing in France

Chapter 192 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 carved 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, the soldiers of our army 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!"

La Salle: "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 by the General to block the bridge in Lodi, you know? 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?"

Condoré roared angrily: "You savages, 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, but in 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!"

(End of this chapter)