I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 333 Friends from Southern Netherlands

Blücher was destined to be unable to send troops to reinforce the battlefield to the east, but reinforcements from the Guards Corps arrived quickly.

Although there were only three cavalry companies, the new French army joining the battlefield became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Murat loudly shouted at the tired horses to work harder. He stared at the small group of lone Prussian soldiers in front of him. He was about to add a stroke to his military exploits when he heard a Prussian officer shouting in the distance. What are you wearing?

He didn't understand much German and turned to look at his comrades in the team who were originally from the northeastern provinces.

"They surrendered!" Seeing the latter shaking the saber in his hand, he shouted excitedly, "We defeated 5 Prussians!"

Not long after, the entire battlefield area rang out with cheers from the Guards Corps. With more than 2 troops, plus 1 crippled Austrian remnants, they successfully counterattacked and killed the Prussian army that came to encircle and suppress them.

It is conceivable that after this point, this unit will have a huge psychological advantage when facing the Prussians.

Elite veterans are finally transformed by accumulating bits of experience and confidence in this way.

However, Murat seemed a little unhappy. Although he had captured 6 enemy soldiers, which was enough for him to receive a medal, he was still 4 enemies short of fulfilling his boast...

Immediately, Napoleon, with his face still covered in black smoke, was taken into the officers' tent.

Joseph then looked at Berthier: "Mr. Chief of General Staff, I think Captain Bouwanaba's contribution to this battle should be promoted to major, right?"

"This is nothing." Joseph smiled and gestured for him to sit down on the chair, and raised his hand to Emang, "Please make a cup of tea for Captain Buwanaba. He has made the greatest contribution today."

And he brought the artillery group tactics to the Guards Corps in advance, which just gave the Emperor an opportunity to display his talents.

"This..." The young emperor touched his nose shyly, "I don't know why, but I feel that victory can be achieved there. It should be said to be an intuition."

Seeing that the Crown Prince was free at this time, Kesode hurriedly came over and reminded: "Your Highness, that Captain Buwanaba is still waiting for you outside..."

Joseph was not in a hurry for the troops to launch an attack, otherwise after defeating the Prussian army here, if he stood still, it would look a bit "acting".

Berthier echoed from the side: "The artillery position chosen by Captain Bouwanaba is simply exquisite. How did you notice it?"

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Guards Corps had completed the siege of Maximilian Company.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Joseph patted his forehead, "Please ask him to come in."

He quickly looked around at the people in the tent, and then raised his hat and saluted to Joseph: "Your Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, thank you for sending your personal guards to reinforce me. In fact, you saved the life of my entire artillery company."

The officers in the tent all smiled, obviously thinking that the artillery commander was being deceived. Only Joseph knew that the emperor was not a blind cat catching a dead mouse. His ability to select artillery positions was definitely the best in Europe. !

In history, Nahuang repeatedly relied on excellent gun positions and brought artillery group tactics to the extreme, helping him win seemingly impossible victories again and again.

In fact, he could directly promote Napoleon to colonel, but the emperor is still very young at the moment and needs to accumulate practical experience. Historically, the reason for becoming emperor was because of being promoted too quickly, resulting in a lack of solid foundation, and even having to "relearn" military knowledge all over again.

So Joseph decided to let Nahuang personally experience every level of officer in the army so that he could grow more steadily. This would only do him good and not harm.

In addition, Corsican Zionism is still raging at the moment. If the emperor has too many military resources, they may be used to fund the Corsican rebels. Joseph secretly sighed. It seemed that solving the issue of Corsica's independence was going to be put on the agenda, especially the Corsican Zionist leader Pascal Paoli. He didn't know if there was any progress on the Intelligence Agency's side. How many years did he have? They were told to pay attention to this guy months ago.

Berthier on the side smiled and continued: "Yes, Your Highness, I will sign the promotion documents for Major Buwanaba as soon as possible. Oh, he should also receive a Silver Iris Medal."

Joseph looked at Napoleon, who was full of surprise, and told Berthier: "I hope that his battalion commander can take some time to go to his home in person to inform him of the good news of his medal and promotion."

"I follow your orders, Your Highness."

In this way, the artillery battalion commander Lacoste unexpectedly received the benefit of going to Corsica for a "vacation".

Joseph and several staff officers were discussing the latter's wonderful bombardment with Napoleon. The sound of "report" came from the door of the tent. An officer then walked in and said loudly: "Your Highness, Chief of General Staff, the Prussian army has surrendered." ”

Joseph looked at his pocket watch and saw that it was only 5 p.m. He originally planned to rely on this Prussian army to delay until tomorrow, so that Blücher would definitely be able to escape back to Liege.

"Okay." He motioned to Berthier, "I'll leave it to you to accept the surrender."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and asked the staff officer on the side: "Is there any news from Major Ma Song?"

"Not yet, Your Highness."

A few kilometers away, Guards Corps battalion commander Ma Song looked at the shivering Dutch soldiers in the encirclement. He put down his binoculars and yawned. He turned to his staff and asked, "Are they not here yet?"

"Not yet, Mr. Battalion Commander."

Ma Song shook his head. If it weren't for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's order, these Dutchmen would have become prisoners long ago.

Not long after, a hussar rushed over and signaled to him: "Master Battalion Commander, there is a Dutch army approaching from the southwest, about 1 people."

Ma Song immediately cheered up and said to his staff: "We're finally here."

The latter was a little surprised: "Kelie is on the northwest side, why do they come from the south?"

"Who knows?" Ma Song stretched out his military jacket and warned, "Let everyone act more seriously. This is a task personally ordered by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Yes!"

Two kilometers away from Masson's troops, a middle-aged man wearing a South Netherlands military uniform with a double chin and a hairline that reached the top of his head wiped his sweat and said to the officer beside him: "Akhter. Major, please attack immediately."

The muscular officer next to him was stunned. Deputy Speaker Onk had been as timid as a mouse along the way. He even ordered a full 4-mile detour to reinforce Witte from the south because he heard the sound of cannons in the distance. General.

But at this time, facing the French army that outnumbered its own, they prepared to attack without fear.

Naturally, he didn't know that Onk could bring him here to reinforce the besieged Dutch army. It was Joseph who sent someone to inform him.

(End of this chapter)