I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 400 God's Guidance Cavalry
Chanel moved the Charleville carbine on his back and carried a few bags on his shoulders - in order to let his mount rest, he was reluctant to let it carry anything.

"Jacques!" A familiar young nobleman ran past him and shouted, "Victor asked us to gather immediately, right there. Hurry!"

Shanel reached out to pull the man: "What happened?"

"I heard that the Algiers attacked the border." The latter shook him off. "Victor said that the army is all in the lower reaches of the Mejerda River. Currently, only the Tunisians are defending the northwest of Bizerte. That's our chance!"

Shanel hurriedly straightened his uniform and ran towards the assembly point in the distance.

At the front of the crooked procession of nobles, a square-faced young noble was standing on top of a carriage, waving his sword and giving a speech loudly: "General Scherer's main force may not be able to intercept the sneak attack of the Algiers. This is a great opportunity for us!"

He waved his hands vigorously: "My dearest classmates, it's time to show your superb military qualities. As long as we can get to Tamilai before dark tomorrow, we will have made great achievements and won supreme glory!"

Chanel immediately followed suit. This Victor was a "big shot" in the law school of their school. It was he who called on everyone to come to Tunisia to fight. Not only the University of Rennes where he was studying, but also hundreds of young nobles along the way joined his team. Although Victor only had the rank of lieutenant, which his father bought for him on the eve of the military reform, he also became the leader of his group.

"Haha, a bunch of guys who only know how to brag." Along with the sound of footsteps, a group of young men wearing tattered military uniforms, or some just shirts, passed by behind them, uttering bursts of ridicule.

"They haven't even formed a team yet, and they're already thinking about 'supreme glory', haha."

"Nobles are all like this. They are a thousand times more capable with their mouths than with their hands."

"Let them continue to amuse themselves. By the time they start to move, we will have beaten the Algiers to the ground."

Victor immediately looked at the young officer on horseback with sparse hair and melancholy eyes in front of the team, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Lieutenant Ney, please take care of your people and don't interfere with our pre-war preparations!"

The latter glanced at him coldly, then waved his hand and said to the troops behind him: "Be quiet! Speed ​​up the march."

"Yes!"

The non-commissioned officers in the queue immediately responded loudly and began to restrain the soldiers. At the same time, their only four old military drums were beaten even louder, and the whole team immediately fell silent.

Victor became a little anxious as he watched the civilian group quickly move away.

These civilians came to Tunisia with them on the naval transport ship, and there were about 800 to 900 of them. They didn't expect them to be so fast! It seems that the civilian officer named Michel Ney has some real skills.

He quickly interrupted his speech and ordered the young nobles to form a team and prepare to go to Tamilai.

That was the westernmost town of Bizerte. As long as they held it, they could prevent the Algiers army from advancing into Bizerte.

Stimulated by the ridicule just now, the noble "volunteers" moved quickly. After only an hour, they formed a marching column and quickly headed westward to the rhythmic sounds of military drums and organs.

The officers on the naval transport ship saw that both teams had left without permission, and hurriedly chased after them and asked them to report to General Scherer first, but no one paid any attention to him.

When Shanel's servant Matthew returned to the dock breathlessly carrying two bags of oats, his master was nowhere to be found...

Victor finally saw the campsite of the civilian team before nightfall, and he happily urged his horse forward - almost everyone in the noble team rode a horse, even some servants had horses, and they also paid local Tunisians to carry their luggage and pull their baggage carts along the way, so their marching speed was much faster than that of the civilians.

Ney, who was patrolling the camp, also saw him and unexpectedly took the initiative to greet him, "Lieutenant Moreau, to be honest, your speed really surprised me."

"That's nothing," Victor Moreau nodded to him, "We are the 'God's Guidance Cavalry Regiment'. How is it possible that we can't even catch up with the infantry?" Ney frowned slightly: "God's... Guidance?"

"Oh, although it has not yet been officially recognized by the General Staff, this name will surely be remembered by France!"

Victor Moreau originally wanted to say that these nobles all joined the army at the call of the "Son of God's Favor", so he gave it this cool name - the guidance of the Son of God's Favor, which is equivalent to the guidance of God when rounded off.

Ney shook his head at the silly name and thought to himself: It seems that there is no need to expect the noble lords behind me to be of any help.

The next morning, as Moreau was about to brush his teeth in the first rays of sunlight, he heard the faint sound of drums not far away. He immediately looked at his attendant and asked, "Have the civilians broken camp?"

"It seems so, Lieutenant."

Moreau immediately picked up a drum and started beating it, shouting anxiously, "All troops, assemble! Get ready to march!"

……

London.

After reading the secret report on the allied forces dispatched from Morocco and Algiers, the Marquis of Wellesley felt a little more at ease.

The day before yesterday, Parliament passed the Prime Minister's proposal to exchange some interests in the Caribbean and recognition of France's claims to Tunisia for France's non-interference in the situation in India.

The premise of all this is that France will encounter enough trouble in North Africa.

Right now, 4 North African troops are simultaneously attacking Tunisia, and that is the leverage he needs.

He waited only for the French cabinet to begin discussing sending more troops to North Africa, and then he went to Paris to negotiate with them.

……

Algiers and the northern border of Tunisia.

A team of black soldiers wearing yellow thin shirts, loose breeches and carrying brown bess flintlock rifles were marching along the mountain pass. The team of more than 10,000 people stretched for nearly two miles.

Said, wearing a trapezoidal red leather hat, looked at the plain in the distance and asked the black officer beside him: "Agold, how far is it to Bizerte?"

"Less than five miles, Pasha."

Said nodded proudly. The cavalry who returned at noon also saw the main force of the French army in the lower reaches of the Mejerda River, which was three days' journey from the north of Bizerte.

By the time the French realized that the Algiers Guards were just bait and wanted to return north for rescue, they had already occupied the port of Bizerte.

After that, whether to continue to attack Tunis to the east or turn south to Kairouan, they would have a great initiative. Even if an unfavorable situation occurred, they could still threaten the French army by burning down the port of Bizerte, making them almost invincible.

As long as he stayed in Tunisia for a month or two, he could return to Morocco, and the British would pay him a huge reward of 200 million riyals.

(End of this chapter)