Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 120 Encirclement and Suppression of the Crushed Soldiers
As the head coach of the royalist expeditionary force, the Duke of Biron felt extremely anxious.

To be honest, he didn't want to come at all at the beginning, and he never even thought about leading the army to fight against the legendary French army god.But now that the whole family is in the hands of the Holy See, and he is one of the few remaining marshals in France with experience in leading troops in combat, he had to bite the bullet and rush to the Marseilles.

The initial battle was not smooth. Both sides came and went, each with injuries. Although I was relatively stronger, I didn't gain the upper hand.Fortunately, the Holy See and the new emperor were very determined, and one after another masters, batch after batch of soldiers added, giving themselves an absolute advantage, and forcing the opponent to retreat into the city and defend against danger.

Although he didn't understand why the legendary Marshal Napoleon didn't use his best mobile warfare to ignite the flames of war all over France, but here, in such a lonely small town, he wanted to fight the stupidest and toughest battle with himself.Meaninglessly, the forces on both sides were quickly depleted between offenses and defenses.But he knew that as long as he had been so unremittingly attacking, as long as there was enough time, it would not be difficult to exhaust the stubborn revolutionary army in the city, complete this war, and break the myth of invincibility.However, it takes enough time!

The urging letters from Paris were one after another, and the experts of the Holy See around him were also unceremonious to themselves, and they kept urging them, and they had to double-confirm any orders before they were executed. Everything made him very anxious, eager to explain this helpless war.

But what really made him extremely anxious, hesitant, and swinging between continuing to attack and resolutely withdrawing troops, was the veteran noble coalition that slowly gathered in the city of Aix not far away a few days ago.

He sent envoys there at the first time, but there was no reply. After that, he sent a few more batches, but there was still no response. Those envoys all disappeared like raindrops melting into the sea.This made him understand that the troops slowly gathering there were not friends but enemies, and they were probably here to support the revolutionary army in Marseilles!

They sent several groups of spies to scout the past again, and they did not get much information, but based on a preliminary analysis, the coalition forces in Aix are definitely not inferior to their own. If there is a fight, the revolutionary forces in Marseille , the outcome is still very unpredictable.

In other words, if the legendary marshal on the opposite side really launched a threat and the two armies joined together, it is very likely that the entire army on his side will be wiped out and completely strangled by them.

But the key point is not that he can retreat when he says that he will retreat. His gang of Holy See masters who have changed their appearances and concealed their names will definitely not agree to withdraw their troops. Even the suspension of the attack these days has been resisted by them for a long time. It was hard work and hard work that forced them to agree to take a break so as not to suffer from the enemy when attacking.

After thinking anxiously for most of the night, he barely fell asleep in exhaustion.

It felt like he had only slept for a short while, when there was a loud noise from outside the military tent, and his own soldiers also ran into the tent, shaking him constantly, yelling something while shaking him.

After finally waking up his drowsy brain, he heard the shouts of his own soldiers: "Marshal, wake up! The revolutionary army has left the city! They are fighting our army!"

The brain that had just been awakened was running very slowly, but the first thought had already popped up: how is it possible?Those remnant soldiers who were defeated and struggling to defend the city, how could they go out to fight in the field?

However, the second thought quickly occupied his brain: no, Marshal Napoleon couldn't be so mentally retarded, yes, he must have joined forces with those guys from Aix City!

The Duke of Biron has completely regained his sobriety, and his rationality tells him: Now the expeditionary force has reached the most dangerous moment. At this time, there must be no chaos, and we must quickly maintain order, strive to break through the encirclement and suppression, and return to Paris!

Thinking of this, without hesitation, he picked up the broad-bladed sword at hand, and went out of the army tent, shouting and roaring to summon the generals of each team.

However, as soon as he got out of the tent, his roaring stopped abruptly: Although the sky outside was already bright, it was covered with white mist everywhere. At some point, a large white mist enveloped the entire barracks, and the visibility in the fog was extremely low. He couldn't even see the towering city wall not far away, and around him, there were people running around, roaring, calling for subordinates, and could faintly hear shouts of killing and the clash of weapons.

The opponent is attacking us in this thick fog!A great sense of urgency instantly enveloped his heart.

"Assembly! Assemble! The opposite side is coming through the fog! Don't fight hard! I am Marshal Billund, I order! Abandon the barracks! Let's rush to the north together and break through the encirclement! Rush out of the valley! Get out of the white mist range!" Duke Biron's whole body was full of energy, and he spread his voice around the barracks. Over and over again, he roared wildly.

Then he frantically waved his saber in an attempt to blow away the white mist around him, but unfortunately the effect was not great, and then he gathered everyone he could see and rushed towards the north of the barracks.

They didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, the shouts of killing and fighting were left far behind by them, and teams of scattered troops gathered after his shouts, with a little bit of confidence and sense of security. As the crowd gathers, it grows in everyone's hearts.No one wants to be trapped in this dangerous white mist and die for no apparent reason. Everyone struggled to the north, intending to leave the misty valley surrounded by three mountains and rush to the flat plain.

Unexpectedly, they did not encounter any obstacles along the way. Although they were very confused and embarrassed, they still rushed out of the valley as they wished, escaped from the thick white mist, and fled to the open plain.

However, what appeared in front of them was a group of neatly lined infantry phalanxes, and a charging formation composed of heavily armored knights holding various family crests and flags. The long-awaited coalition of nobles.

The horn sounded, and the arrows rained like rain. After the arrows, the infantry and cavalry charged violently.

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"Tomorrow, we will go out of the city to attack, and we will usher in a major victory. Our great Marshal Napoleon promises that we will completely defeat the royalist expeditionary force." The young and handsome Eugene declared solemnly.

"How is this possible? Where do you still have the strength to launch an attack?" Someone couldn't help asking.

"Marshal Napoleon naturally has a way to win. You just have to keep your eyes open. If you are really worried, you can go to watch the battle. If we lose, then don't mention it. But if we win, then you will Help us clean up those defeated troops. How about it?" The young revolutionary knight's face was full of confidence, and then he said seriously again: "Take care of your feathers and don't want to suffer too much loss. The Marshal doesn't blame you, but if we defeat the other side , but you don’t even dare to go up to the defeated army, so it’s really unreasonable, right?”

"Then what do you think we should do?" said a city lord.

"You don't need to do anything more. When the time comes, you can organize your army on the plain under Mount Marignana and eliminate those fleeing soldiers. After all, you can't let them cause disasters in the country or flee back to Paris." Eugene said The voice was not too loud, as if it was explaining some insignificant matter.

(End of this chapter)