King's Landing in France

Chapter 205 Wellesley is now a love brain

December 1792, the Rhine Front.

Karl Ludwig Johann Joseph Lorenz, riding a white horse, watched his soldiers collect weapons and ammunition from a large number of French prisoners.

Burning flames and rising smoke filled the wilderness after a day of fierce fighting.

Austrian soldiers are patrolling among the corpses of the French army on the ground, looking for the French army's battle flag that may be left behind.

Collecting the military flag is an important means of counting how many enemy troops have been defeated in this era. Generally, capturing a military flag means that one of the opponent's troops has been disbanded.

This is mainly because the organization and morale of the army in this era is low. Losing the military flag generally means that the officer structure is broken up, and it is generally difficult for the army to be organized again.

However, because of the awakening of nationalism, the Revolutionary troops could not use this method to estimate the losses of the French army. Even if the reformation soldiers were dismantled, they would still return to the establishment under the influence of patriotism and nationalism.

But the military strategists of various European dynasties in this era did not discover this, so they wondered for a long time, why the continuous stream of reforming troops could not be defeated at all.

From the perspective of these people, the French army has long been wiped out, and revolutionary France has failed.

Yes, this is what Archduke Karl's staff think now.

The Chief of Staff came to the Grand Duke and said in a congratulatory tone: "Your Excellency, you have achieved a great military victory..."

The Grand Duke raised one hand to prevent the chief of staff from continuing: "It's not me. The commander in chief of this battle is Marshal Alvinzi."

The chief of staff was a little embarrassed, but still persisted in continuing to flatter: "But we all know that it is your excellent command..."

"I repeat, the glory of victory goes to Marshal Alvinzi."

The chief of staff curled his lips and finally accepted the statement: "You are right, the victory belongs to Marshal Alvinzi."

Grand Duke Karl nodded: "The emperor should be satisfied now. No matter how brilliant the victory Frost has achieved in Northern Italy, it is nothing compared to our victory in the Rhine."

The chief of staff laughed and said, "That cobbler was just lucky! But it turns out that God is still on the side of our Holy Roman Empire! The glory of Habsburg still lives on!"

Archduke Karl is also of the blood of Habsburg, so it must be true to say that the glory of Habsburg is still alive at this time.

Although this grand duke has always been considered a representative of the sick and incompetent, he became a general only by relying on his family's status.

But he is of Habsburg blood after all.

Archduke Karl was noncommittal. He looked into the distance, looking towards the direction of Paris: "Now, this war can be over. The French will definitely not be able to organize so many troops this winter. We can go straight to the capital of France." , Paris, the pearl of Europe!"

The chief of staff nodded: "Yes, this glorious victory will determine the outcome of the war in one fell swoop, and the Enlightenment is about to fail in the European continent!"

**
While Archduke Karl was inspecting the battlefield, Alvinzi, commander of the Austrian Rhine Army, was also looking into the distance from his headquarters.

"The emperor's third brother is a remarkable guy." The marshal murmured, "I'm afraid most of our opinions about him were wrong."

"What did you say?" his chief of staff asked suspiciously.

"I said the emperor's third brother is a great guy. Don't you feel it?" Alvin Qi turned to look at the chief of staff.

The chief of staff looked bewildered.

The old marshal shook his head: "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

Those who can serve as the chief of staff must belong to noble families, and the title may be a little higher than that of Alvin Qi, so the old marshal must maintain a good relationship with his chief of staff.

In France, titles may be a fart, but in the Holy Roman Empire, titles still mean many things.

The chief of staff didn't seem to think too much, and he said happily: "There are only a few French fortresses left between us and Paris. Optimistically, we can reach the city of Paris in February next year!" "

The army of this era cannot perform the operation of bypassing the fort, because the supply of the army needs to rely on the existing storage facilities in the city. If you choose to bypass the fort instead of attacking the fort, even if the enemy invades without dividing troops, the troops will soon be destroyed. There will be problems with supply.

After all, logistics in this era basically depended on mule-drawn carts, and the transportation efficiency was very low.

From the Rhine battlefield to Paris, there are mainly two strong fortifications of Petain and Verdun. The French army has established extremely powerful fortifications in these two places in accordance with the most advanced modern military engineering theory.

But the good news is that these places are basically plains. Although there is a river network as a barrier, the flow rate of the river is very low. It is relatively simple to cross the river with a floating bridge or a ferry.

It can be said that Paris is only one step away from the door wide open.

Alvinzi is confident that he will reach Paris within a few months.

At least at this point in time, it is a certainty that the coalition forces of the Holy Roman Empire and Prussia will win the war against France.

**
London, England.

Arthur Wellesley is sitting nervously on a chair at the Warriors House Club at 15 Fleet Avenue, where he is going to present his own sonnet to his beloved Catherine today.

For this reason, he has recited the poem in his heart many times, every syllable has been carefully considered.

He also brought his own violin, which he deposited with Mr. Willie, the housekeeper of the club.If Catherine likes the poem, he can go a step further and offer to play the previous piece on the violin.

Arthur Wellesley's eyes fell on his Katherine from time to time, oh my god, she is so beautiful, so touching!
Because of this, Arthur hardly listened to what the gentlemen present were discussing, such as the great victory of the Austrians on the Rhine, the possibility of a single Austrian dominance in Europe, and the fact that Britain wanted to correct its position, pinching its nose Stand with France... Arthur Wellesley wasn't listening at all.

This is also normal, he did not get a high evaluation in the cavalry school in Angers, no one would think that he would make too much achievements in the military in the future.

Instructors at Angers commented on Wellesley: "Weak constitution, inattentive to school, more time spent with my terrier than military lessons."

This is basically true.

After graduating from the military academy for more than five years, Wellesley has been focusing on serving as an assistant to the British Governor in Ireland, and has basically never worried about his military affairs in the No.18 Hussars.

The military service brought Wellesley only a meager income, which was not enough to support Wellesley's social expenses, so that he had to borrow money from his landlord.

But what does that matter.

Now Wellesley thought only of his Catherine, beautiful Catherine...

"Hey, Arthur!" At this time, the young second lieutenant at the same table poked Wellesley on the shoulder, "What do you think of the victory of the Austrians?"

Wellesley asked suspiciously: "What do you think? The victory of the Austrians? Didn't the French keep winning? Didn't that guy named Frost beat the Austrians to the ground?"

"Oh my God, Arthur, this is already old calendar. Frost has won many victories in Italy, but the Austrians won a hearty victory on the key Rhine front! It was the Marshal Alvinzi who fought! "

Wellesley stammered in response: "It's... so, when did you hear the news?"

"We were talking about this this morning! What do you think?"

"What do I think?" Wellesley was stunned for a few seconds, "I...France has always been our opponent, hasn't it? It should be a good thing that the Austrians won, right?"

"How can it be a good thing!"

"Arthur! France, like us, is a constitutional monarchy. This is a failure of constitutional monarchy! I think we will stand with our fellow constitutional monarchies next!"

"Yes, and the Austrians have won too much, and they might restore Shinra's past glory. Prime Minister Pete will not allow a de facto power to appear in Europe."

"Isn't it? Even if the Austrians won a lot, wouldn't there still be Prussia and Russia to check and balance it?"

The young officers at the table started discussing again, only Arthur Wellesley looked at her Catherine absent-mindedly.

—Ah, I wonder if I will have a chance today to give her my sonnet...

The future British star now only has his unfinished love in his mind.

He still doesn't know what kind of intersection he will have with the cobbler named Frost.

(End of this chapter)