Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Husband and wife had been together for so many years, who didn't know who? At that time, French Emperor understood what his wife meant. To protect the control of the army, these three hundred thousand loyal troops could suppress everything.

If the situation was hopeless, the French Emperor could not rule out a separate peace with Prussia and then sell the empire in exchange for his return to suppress the revolution.

As long as they killed all those traitors, as long as they could let the empire continue to exist, the empire's interests would be harmed!

But before that, these veterans and veterans who were loyal to him could not be harmed!

McMahon had lost the Foshan Mountain Pulse defense line, this was truly a heinous crime, but McMahon's loyalty to him was trustworthy, and this old general had many disciples and juniors in the army, he could control at least fifty thousand troops.

He could not afford to offend such a high ranking general!

French Emperor sighed as he looked at McMahon who had messy hair and dirty military uniform, and said in a low voice: "I know that this war, we were not prepared enough, those damn officials deceived me, and also deceived the army!"

"In peacetime they boasted about how strong the nation was, but in wartime they couldn't even supply enough shells!"

"The sin of not fighting, the sin of not fighting!"

This sentence made all the high-ranking officers present heave a sigh of relief. The emperor had set the tone for failure. It seemed that the officials were going to carry the blame.

McMahon teared up, "Your Majesty is wise and farsighted, the frontlines are really too bitter. Our wounded soldiers don't even have enough bandages, and many of our soldiers have been operated on without the help of medicine!"

"I... I saw it with my own eyes. A soldier without anesthetic was sawed off his left leg … "He actually died from the pain on the operating table!"

French Emperor waved his hand and said, "Don't say anymore, I understand …" Before he could finish, he heard a loud bang two blocks away.

A shell from the Prussian army shot out at a very high range, directly blowing up the center of the city of the Mace City.

With a muffled boom, all the glass in the headquarters started to vibrate, and the dust on top of their heads fell down like rain.

Thanks to the cover of the table, French Emperor's pale face did not let his subordinates see his trembling legs.

"It has already been three days since the siege …" Are we all right? "Is it safe to the west …"

Marshal Ba Zan who had been silent all this while knew that the emperor had thoughts of retreating. He said, "The enemies have always been trying to surround us, but the brave soldiers of the empire have blocked the enemy's attack. Right now the western side of the road to the Salon is still open."

"Your Majesty, move! "This place is too dangerous …" Marshal Ba Zan said carefully.

"NO!" "Absolutely not!" Napoleon III was like a lunatic as he jumped up, "I am the emperor of the empire, I will never accept defeat in my own land!"

"If I leave this place, the soldiers will lose all hope, and the demonic figures that failed will haunt us forever …"

When Marshal Ba Zan saw that His Majesty was still being stubborn at a time like this, he quickly found a way for him to speak up, "Your majesty, your majesty! We're just moving, not retreating. We've already used up all our bullets, so we need supplies from the back! "

"The Mace City has been in a bloody battle for three days, and we don't have much resources left. As our base of supplies, the Salon has enough resources for our huge army of 100,000 to last us for half a month. Where else can we go if not there?"

"Please make your decision quickly, Your Majesty. The road to the west is still safe!" Everyone understood what Marshal Ba Zan meant and tried to advise His Majesty at the same time.

What the French Emperor wanted was this step. He suddenly turned his head to look at his son, Prince Eugen lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Father …" You should retreat to the Salon … "

At this point, the Crown Prince raised his head and raised his voice to an octave higher, "Your Majesty, we ask that you immediately move. We still have hope!"

"We can hold out for another half a month using the resources of Salon City … "No, no, no, we can hold on for at least one and a half months through the railway system!"

"Our navy! Yes, that's right, there's hope for the Navy! "

"Later on, we will be able to teach Prussia a lesson in the sea. If our navy can land on the hamburger, we will force Bismark to call for reinforcements!"

"This is our hope, this is our capital!"

French Emperor's expression finally relaxed. "That's right, we still have hope. There are countless possibilities for war, and we still have the chance to make a comeback!"

"Send word to all departments to immediately prepare for the strategic transfer... Ba Zan and McMahon will stay, and you, my son, will also stay! "

Retreating was not such a simple thing. All of the units' headquarters had to be moved out of camp, and all sorts of documents that could not be taken away had to be destroyed. The Arms and ammunition had to be moved away in advance or be given to the soldiers in full.

They had to decide who should retreat first and what should be done in the back. They also had to make four or five records on their escape routes, which meant that they would need at least half a day to complete all these tasks.

It was noon now and there was still half a day to prepare. It seemed that French Emperor had decided to take advantage of the Night Golden Cicada's escape tonight!

The four of them were the only ones left in the room, so French Emperor poured a cup of wine for everyone. "How many troops can I control right now?"

"Just how many people are still loyal to me!?"

If the situation was not good, French Emperor would have to settle his family debts, and his foundation would forever be the army!

General Ba Zan and McMahon looked at each other, "Your Majesty, right now, Mace City and the Salon behind us have a total of more than three hundred thousand troops. The number of elites fighting in here is about two hundred thousand, this amount is trustworthy!"

"In addition, Montopia has a hundred thousand guards in Paris, plus the navy, scattered garrison troops, and colonial garrisons."

"I want... Those loyal to His Majesty should be around five hundred thousand! "

"Five hundred thousand …" Hehehe, I really didn't expect that I would still have 500,000 followers … Didn't the Empire have an army of two million? " The Emperor said with a wry smile.

"Father... They were all numbers on paper, most of them were local garrison troops … "Unreliable!"

"The prince is right, the local garrison has been in contact with the people all year round. Their thoughts are very chaotic, and they are inextricably linked to the republicans and even the workers on the left!"

"Their loyalty cannot be guaranteed. There is also the eight hundred thousand men from the new army in Paris … If the situation has not gotten to this point, we would also be opposed to the establishment of the organisation! "

The two old generals were right. It wasn't that the more soldiers the better, but the more loyal the better!

Napoleon III's true family background was actually trained personally by himself for five hundred thousand yuan. Furthermore, he worshipped this iron army of the Bonaparte Family.

They were from the professional soldier, and were supported by the Empire's funds. These people did not have a deep relationship with the citizens, and normally would not be able to come into contact with people with different thoughts, so their loyalty to the Emperor was reliable.

It was because of this 500000 strong army that the French Emperor was able to defeat the rest of the world!

As for the other divisions, they could not be trusted!

"Alright, I'll listen to you. We'll retreat tonight … This 500,000 yuan qi cannot be damaged! "As long as he still has that tone, even if I'm out in the wild, my son will one day rise up again!"