King's Landing in France

Chapter 237
The coalition forces began to attack.

Prince Schwarzenberg, the commander of the coalition forces, stood on the high ground by the river, observing the situation on the opposite bank with a telescope.

Then he saw Frost's tray.

"It was rumored that Frost would eat steak and drink champagne before the battle, but I didn't expect it to be true." Schwarzenberg curled his lips, "It's really arrogant, there is no respect for the opponent at all!"

The chief of staff curled his lips: "Maybe he just trusts his subordinates very much? He feels that he can win without any command? I heard that his chief of staff, Berthier, is a veteran who has fought many battles. I lived in the Seven Years War and went to North America to participate in the colonial War of Independence. Maybe it’s the Chief of Staff who has been in command of the battlefield.”

Prince Schwarzenberg curled his lips.

At this time, a lieutenant colonel suddenly came and reported to the prince: "Report, we have captured a defected French nobleman!"

Schwarzenberg was overjoyed: "Really? Bring it up immediately!"

A moment later, nobles in civilian clothes were brought up.The prince looked at this man with disdain, and couldn't help but ask, "Where are your wigs and chaps? Where are your stockings and high heels?"

In this era, wigs, trousers, stockings and high heels were common attire for nobles (male nobles).

But the nobleman in front of him didn't have any of them, and he was still wearing the same trousers as the trousers. The trousers were all muddy and dirty.

The aristocrat replied: "If I wear that kind of clothing, I can't even leave the city of Paris. The mob arrests people who are 'old-fashioned aristocrats' everywhere, and sends us to the guillotine without trial. Your Royal Highness, please come to Paris as soon as possible." Go, restore orthodox order!"

The prince glanced at the French army on the other side of the river, and did not answer directly, but asked a question: "How did you run over the enemy's line?"

"I came from Paris. I didn't take the other side of the Marne, but walked all the way from the north bank of the river. If you like, you can go this way and go straight to Paris!"

Prince Schwarzenberg turned to look at the chief of staff: "Is this feasible?"

"It's not feasible. There is no road to transport supplies to us. A single person can ride a small path, and a large force must take a route that can maintain supplies."

That's right, in this era, the movement of large forces must follow the road. It's a bit like the game "Nobunaga's Ambition Rebirth", where the troops are bound by the road network and cannot freely decide where to go.

So Schwarzenberg had to cross the river here before he could follow the road to Paris.

As for water navigation, the upper reaches of the Marne are not navigable, and it becomes navigable from the lower reaches near Paris.

The French transported the champagne produced in Epernay and a small amount of grapes suitable for direct consumption to Paris through the Marne River.

Schwarzenberg told this to the nobleman, and the latter looked confused: "Ah, yes, is that so?"

Schwarzenberg frowned: "Most of the nobles should have received military education, right? At least they also received some military enlightenment, don't you know this?"

The French nobles were speechless for a moment.

Schwarzenberg muttered, "No wonder they were overthrown," without hiding his disdain.

At this moment, the French nobleman suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said to Schwarzenberg: "By the way, I have another key piece of information! Frost did not bring his direct troops, but sent him from the south The troops brought over are all placed around Paris as some kind of general reserve. The troops under him now are all trousers recruited temporarily!

"These troops have hardly undergone decent training. They are soldiers with a gun and a uniform. His Highness will definitely be able to easily defeat such a mob!"

Schwarzenberg's chief of staff laughed: "That's good news."

The prince nodded: "Well, indeed. So is the pontoon ready?"

The chief of staff immediately replied: "It's ready, the engineers have been busy all night. I also selected soldiers who can swim, formed a commando, and let them push the pontoon in the water!"

Schwarzenberg nodded: "Order the troops to start action! Once the commando has erected the pontoon bridge, the whole army will attack. Before that, bombard the enemy's position fiercely!"

**
An Ning watched as the enemy troops rushed into the water carrying the pontoon and began building a bridge over the Marne.

So he asked Berthier: "Is there a way to stop them from building the pontoon bridge?"

Berthier: "The river is too wide, and the musket hits the opposite side, and the hit can only depend on fate."

An Ning: "I remember that our breech-loading rifles can achieve relatively effective hits at a distance of only 200 meters?"

Berthier immediately replied: "Yes. You can give it a try."

An Ning: "Pass my order, the precision shooter company is dispatched, forming a skirmish formation, and sniping the enemy who is building a bridge on the river bank."

Berthier immediately turned his head to convey the order.

Soon, the Accurate Shooter Company left its original position and marched towards the river bank in skirmish formation.

**
Prince Schwarzenberg saw the movement of the precision marksman company, and he asked the defecting nobleman next to him suspiciously: "Why are the guns carried by those skirmishers all golden?"

The nobleman replied: "Oh, that is the general guard of the civilian Frost. What is the precision shooter company? Their guns are all made of gold. It is said that the bastard Frost melted the golden cross of the church and made it of!"

Schwarzenberg frowned: "Oh my God, such a profane thing to do."

"Yes, he is the devil sent by Satan, and he also bewitched those ignorant trousers!"

Schwarzenberg: "But what is he sending this army to the river now? Rifles can't shoot at such a distance, and gold can't increase the range of rifles."

As soon as the words fell, the golden gun troops opened fire.

The first round of guns came, and several engineers who were building the bridge fell down.

Schwarzenberg snorted: "Hmph, these blasphemous guys are actually caught!"

But the golden gun unit began to shoot with intensive firepower, and engineers kept falling.

Schwarzenberg was shocked: "How can they fire so fast? The aim is so good? Do guns made of gold still have this effect?"

The people around looked at each other, but no one could answer the prince's doubts.

They just looked at the company like this, firing fierce firepower like an infantry brigade, and constantly sending the bridge-building engineers into the west.

Schwarzenberg: "What's going on here? How could something so contrary to common sense happen? What the hell is that army?"

The chief of staff also looked confused: "Looking at the rate of fire and accuracy, it's a bit like our air rifle hunters, but when the air rifle hunters fire, there won't be such a big smoke, and there won't be such a loud gunshot. The sound is like farting..."

The French nobles who were still nearby shouted: "It's the devil's sorcery!"

Schwarzenberg impatiently said to his entourage: "Take this idiot... I mean, invite this gentleman down, give him wine and food, and let him have a good rest!"

The orderly immediately came to the side of the French nobleman: "Sir, this way please."

After the French left, the chief of staff asked Schwarzenberg: "What should I do? At this point, should we stop building bridges?"

"No! Can't stop! How can we cross the river if the bridge is not erected? Let the engineers and commandos go up against the enemy's firepower! Then move the artillery over and put it on the river bank to bombard the enemy on the other side of the river."

Chief of Staff: "But the enemy is in a formation of skirmishers, so the effect of the bombardment may not be very good. Moreover, the enemy is still near the water, so the shells will not bounce when they hit the river, which will increase the difficulty of hitting the enemy..."

Schwarzenberg: "I don't care! As long as one shell kills Frost's precious golden gunman, it's a profit! Let the artillery hit hard!"

(End of this chapter)