Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 101 Marseille and Paris

On the front line of Marseille, the war is in full swing.

Soldiers of the Royalist Party and the Revolutionary Army intertwined with each other, fighting frantically.

One of them was a one-armed strong man who was particularly eye-catching. He was tall and powerful, with heavy armor all over his body, and he was wielding a huge mace in his hand.Every time it is swung, it can clear a large area and smash poor soldiers to pieces.

From time to time, soldiers were organized to cover the martial arts masters and rushed up, but even if the long spears in their hands could pierce the terrifying strong man, they could not pierce the thick steel armor on his body. It couldn't pierce his steel-like muscles.Even if a martial arts master approached him, most of them would be blown away by his hammer, or smashed to pieces by the huge piece of iron where his broken arm was.He is like a steel killing machine, constantly setting off a storm of death among the enemy group.

Finally, as the day went down to the west, the sound of horns sounded from the camps of both sides. Everyone stopped fighting, and carefully gathered the teams and retreated to their respective camps.A few more carts drove out from their respective camps, and the two small teams packed up the body of Paoze without breaking the river, and transported back the wounded who were seriously injured and unable to move.

This situation has been repeated here so many times that the soldiers on both sides have been completely numb, completely forgetting the purpose of the original battle, as if they came here just to sacrifice their lives.

In the small camp, Arnold's armor was still intact, covered in blood, and he was eating beetroot soup with a meat pie alone.

At this time, Miss Sophie, who was dressed in snow-white light armor, opened the curtain and walked in.

"Arnold, you performed well today. I think you will be promoted to major in a short time." Miss Sophie encouraged her.

Arnold was still sitting blankly, eating, as if he didn't hear Miss Sophie's words.

"Old Ivan, I have already sent someone back to London City, and he should be buried with the members of Leonardo's family." Miss Sophie paused, with hesitation on her face: "Your young master's body, We will search for it when the time comes, and we will find it no matter what. After all, he saved us and the future of France."

"Master, he's not dead." Arnold's voice was not loud, with a muttering sound of chewing food.

"What?" Miss Sophie didn't hear clearly.

"Young master, he is not dead, I can feel it, young master, he is definitely not dead!" A Nuo put down the food in his hand, stared at Miss Sophie and said seriously.

Miss Sophie suddenly felt very helpless: "Well, your young master is not dead, he just disappeared and can't be found. When we return to Paris, we will look for him, okay?"

"Well, good! The cakes made here are not delicious at all, but the young master made them better." Arnold didn't hear the perfunctory in Miss Sophie's words, and said with memories and longing on his face.

After walking out of the tent, Miss Sophie suddenly felt a little sour, and a little lonely and sad appeared on her face.

However, this weakness only lasted for a moment, and she returned to her original self-confident, shrewd and capable appearance, and walked to the Chinese military tent with a faint smile to attend today's routine meeting.

"The British army is still blocked outside the city of Lille by Roland's heirs. According to analysis, the British army should no longer organize large-scale attacks."

"Although Germany is still stationed on the border, there is no sign of an offensive. According to news from Germany, there have been many riots in their country. Although they have been suppressed, they have suffered a lot. There should be no spare power to intervene in our country. war."

"In today's battle, our side killed 344 people, seriously injured 165 people, minor injuries were not counted, and another 57 people escaped from the opposite side and joined our army. After screening and identification, there were no spies from the other side. Now they have been included in the reserve The third battalion is conducting training."

"According to the news from Paris, the two Martial Saints of the Vatican still haven't left Paris. It is now conservatively estimated that there are more than [-] regular troops in Paris, and there are nobles who believe in the Vatican leading people to support them every month. Their strength is increasing every day. "

"The royalist army on the opposite side has no plans to retreat. Although it has been suffering heavy losses in the past few months, with the continuous replenishment from the rear, it is still bitten to death and entangled with our army. It is very likely that they want such constant consumption. , come to kill us."

The generals reported domestic and foreign intelligence and the battle situation in the past few days one by one. Many of them were worried and solemn.

The short figure sitting on the main seat closed his eyes and listened to everyone's reports, and then the iron-like determination sounded in the big tent: "I know your confusion and your worries, but since you have chosen me, then I will definitely Defeat all enemies and save France. But it takes time, it takes preparation, it takes infallibility, so please be patient, and be patient.”

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People in Paris were panicked and the atmosphere was very tense.

Although the city is considered strong and strong, everyone's morale is really not high. Countless conspiracy theories and gossip are circulating in the city. The police and soldiers have imposed martial law on the city again and again, and there are also bad news on the front line.

"Marshal Billund suffered another defeat, and the revolutionary army advanced another 20 miles!"

"The Holy See has placed the new emperor under house arrest, and now the Patriarch Richelieu is giving orders in the palace."

"Another nobleman who supported the Holy See was assassinated in the city. It is said that the killer was a musketeer."

"The sharpshooter martial saint in the city is a fake, she is the saint of the Holy See! All this is a conspiracy of the Holy See!"

"Master Napoleon is about to enter the city. For the future of France, everyone should know what to do."

"The legendary descendant of Roland has come to this world, one person and one sword blocked the Britons in the north, and he will come to Paris soon."

This kind of gossip spread through everyone's word of mouth, and often spread throughout the city within a few days, and even reached the ears of His Majesty the Emperor who temporarily lived in the Little Palace.

"Crack!" A piece of exquisite pottery was smashed to pieces, and His Majesty the new French Emperor was furious: "What are you all doing? The city is full of spies from the Revolutionary Army. All kinds of news are coming to confuse people. All of you are the ones who want to confuse people." Can't catch it?"

"Your Majesty, this, we have really tried our best, haven't we already caught several spies?" The Minister of Police wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

"That counts as a spy? A few drunkards who drink and brag in a tavern, are these spies? What I want are real spies! Spies from the Revolutionary Army!" His Majesty's roar was deafening.

"Your Majesty, in fact, we are not good at catching spies. This used to be the task of the Musketeers. We just assisted. So, so, this" the Minister of Police wanted to explain.

"The Musketeers?" His Majesty's eyes were full of anger, and his voice increased by two points again: "Where is the Musketeers now? Either died in battle, or disappeared. The only one who can confirm that he is in Paris is a despicable person." Killers! Keep killing innocent and loyal nobles in the dark, and you, you bastards, just watch!"

(End of this chapter)