King's Landing in France

An Ning here.

When An Ning opened her eyes this morning, the room was already very bright.

Just looking at the brightness, An Ning concluded that she got up late.

He touched his side, and sure enough the bed was empty.

So he rolled over, yawning and putting on his coat.

At this time, I don't know if they heard the movement in the room. The maids opened the door, entered one by one, and began to change An Ning's clothes.

An Ning: "No, no, no! I can dress myself! Don't wait on me, go do other things! Really, how do you get so many maids? I have to talk about Christina."

One of the maids hurriedly said, "Don't tell me, we now rely on our work in the Palace of Versailles to support our family."

"Yes, yes, I work as a maid under Madam, and my husband works as a gardener in the garden outside. How many people in Paris envy our work." Another maid said.

An Ning had a complicated expression, and muttered, "Garden, now that the patriots are all on the front line, my wife actually raises a gardener. He should join the army."

The maid who spoke sighed: "He tried, but he was directly brushed off, because someone reported him that day, saying that he was once in the queue of the royal party. If he is not working as a gardener for his wife now, he might be on the list." Guillotine.

"A lot of people here are like this. In fact, we are not a royal party at all, and we can't live anymore. So someone took the lead and shouted, and we followed to the streets."

An Ning curled her lips, thinking what was the matter, I am the leader of the Big Four of the Jacobin faction, and now I have sheltered a group of ex-royalties.

At this time, another maid said suddenly: "I can see that, Your Excellency, you are a good man! If you want me to say, you might as well be the king of France, that will make us live a better life. Anyway, my wife belongs to the king." Sister, I don't know the rules of inheritance, but I think you must be eligible to inherit."

Anning Khan has come down, good guy, that is, I have the military power, otherwise your words are enough to send me to the guillotine.

An Ning: "I was the one who exiled Louis XVII, and almost became a kingslayer. No kingdom would allow me to become king.

"And, now is the era of the republic, and what we want to establish is a republic like Rome."

If Napoleon were here, he would probably say "The Roman Republic has finally become an empire", but the maids present did not know the story of Rome. For them, Rome is just one of many lofty words, far away s things.

While talking, An Ning had already got dressed, just at that moment Christina came in: "Andy, you slept too late last night, so I didn't call you."

The maid gave up her seat very sensibly, so Christina came to An Ning and helped him tidy up his clothes.

An Ning: "Did Berthier's routine report arrive?"

"Arrived this morning, your staff officers have updated the latest situation on the map."

An Ning: "Okay, take breakfast to the headquarters, I will eat there."

Christina: "As you wish."

After she finished speaking, she gently kissed An Ning's cheek: "It's a bit late, but good morning, dear."

"Good morning, dear." An Ning kissed her cheek back.

A while later, An Ning arrived at the headquarters. The staff officers were busy at the map table. When they saw An Ning coming in, they immediately stopped and stood at attention to salute.

An Ning: "Keep busy. Berthier is...here, why is he closer than yesterday?"

The staff officer replied: "This is his position yesterday. Considering the distance from the front line, our situation is delayed by one day."

"Okay, the location from the day before yesterday." An Ning looked at the map.

Just then Julian brought coffee on a tray.

Yes, the stableboy Julian was now working as an orderly.

An Ning picked up the coffee and muttered while sipping, "Isn't Berthier's position a bit too far ahead? How wide is this road?"

An Ning picked up the pointer and pointed to a path south of Verdun Fortress.

"This is a second-class post road." A staff officer reported immediately.

"The second-class post road can probably supply [-] to [-] people. Well, tsk, the location of Berthier..."

At this time, someone entered the door and reported loudly: "Report! Your Excellency, Mr. Paul Ballas is visiting!"

An Ning raised her eyebrows, raised her head and asked, "Why is he here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Barras entered the headquarters: "I have come to say goodbye to you. The National Assembly has decided to send special commissioners to all parts of the country to completely wipe out the remnants of the royalists and Girondins everywhere."

An Ning: "Then I should congratulate you on your promotion?"

"No, it's better to say that I just took the opportunity to leave Paris." Barras shrugged, "Fouche left long ago, and Talleyrand also went to England as a minister. It seems that everyone thinks that Paris is now a fire pit."

An Ning curled her lips helplessly: "I just want to have breakfast, let's have it together."

Just as she was talking, Fanny pushed the cart into the headquarters.

**
La Salle personally led a brigade and a half of cavalry-the half brigade was the name of the French army's next establishment in the large establishment, replacing the original regiment.

He went north along the post road and approached Verdun.

After rushing up a hill, La Salle tightened the reins, stopped the horse, and looked into the distance.

"Hey." He muttered, "I just said that this will be taken from the back! Come on, go to the headquarters as quickly as possible, one of the enemy, at least three brigades are coming from Verdun Go south!"

Immediately, a cavalryman saluted La Salle, then turned his horse's head and galloped away.

"So what do we do?" asked a lieutenant.

"Still asking?" La Salle drew out his saber, "We have a whole and a half brigade here. Facing the enemy on the march, do you think we can just go back like this? Of course we can't! Follow me, my saber Already hungry and thirsty!"

As he said that, La Salle rushed down the hill first.

The cavalry behind him immediately followed, and the trumpeter took out his trumpet and blew the attack horn without waiting for Lasalle's order.

**
Berthier was deploying today's march plan, and there was a sudden noise outside the headquarters.

Then the door clanged open.

A hussar burst into the room, shouting: "The enemy is coming! Coming south from Verdun!"

Berthier shook his head: "That's impossible, this must be La Salle's plan, trying to trick me into going back to the defense! There's no reason for him to encounter the enemy going south soon after he left!"

The hussar took two steps forward and grabbed Berthier's collar: "If we are surrounded here and return in a big defeat, can you bear the responsibility? This is the army entrusted to you by Your Excellency the General! You This is going to be guillotined!"

Berthier knocked off the hussar's hand and said angrily: "Pay attention to the relationship between superiors and subordinates! Is there any military law here!"

"You'll regret it! I did see at least three brigades of the enemy heading south!"

Berthier stared suspiciously at the hussar's face for a few seconds, and finally changed his mind: "You said three brigades, right? Well, I will order the battle infantry No.60, 67, and 68 The brigade, to guard the road going south from Verdun, is here, Babi Village! This happens to be the intersection of the post road going south and our logistics line. Isn’t La Salle afraid that this place will be cut off by the enemy?
"If the enemy's southward strength exceeds three brigades, then La Salle made a mistake in reconnaissance!"