Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 79
Grand Palace, meeting in front of the palace.

In the solemn and solemn hall, important ministers and famous generals gathered together.

Even His Excellency the Red Patriarch, who has not shown his face all the year round, specially attended this time.

The first to speak was Marshal Lediguiere, the most respected of the four marshals, with a serious face: "Your Majesty, the situation is very bad now. According to the news received, the British army has broken through Dunkirk in the morning. City, now the army is divided into two groups, all the way to our northern town of Lille, one part is relying on the fleet, along the coastline to continuously harass and attack various cities along the coast of our country, and can land from any place at any time to attack us. "

"I know all these, let me talk about the countermeasures." His Majesty the Emperor of France was a little impatient.

After the several marshals looked at each other, the chubby Marshal Turenne said: "The Duke of Maurice who is organizing the defense of the city of Lille now is rich in experience and powerful. City. Now that the autumn harvest has just ended, the city has enough food and grass, so it should be able to resist for a period of time. I suggest that first gather troops to destroy the fleet that is harassing the coast, so that the British have no way out. Let's go to Seoul City, and have a decisive battle with them!"

"No!" Civilian Marshal Villar stood up and objected loudly: "How can you guarantee that the city of Lille will not be breached when we destroy that fleet? Once the city of Lille is breached, the British army can go straight to Paris, and from then on From Lille to Paris, there is a flat plain, and the cities along the way are also small towns, which cannot stop their offensive at all. Should they be allowed to come to Paris? I suggest that first send troops to support the city of Lille, at least Block the opponent's offensive first, and then slowly solve the disturbing fleet, at least ensure the safety of Paris first! Ensure the safety of His Majesty!"

"If the city of Lille can be defended, we need to deal with that fleet first. Otherwise, when we are fighting the British army in the city of Lille, it will stab us in the back at any time. You don't know where it landed from. From the coast to Paris, it takes several It won’t take long to kill them. As long as we destroy this fleet, cut off the rear of the British, and cut off their logistics, are we afraid that we won’t be able to win them head-on?” Marshal Turenne No concessions.

"Support Lille first! There is no delay!" Marshal Villar shouted.

"Destroy the fleet first, and settle your worries!" Marshal Turenne shouted.

"Enough!" His Majesty the Emperor roared, interrupting the argument between the two, and then looked aside: "I understand what you mean! Lediguiere, how long will it take for us to gather enough troops? "

Marshal Lediguiere thought for a while, and said: "Except for the coastal cities and a few important towns, other cities have issued a call-up order. Except for some troops who will directly support the city of Lille, the rest of the troops will be in 3 The assembly will be completed within 5 days. And the three major legions have all canceled their vacations, and they should be able to assemble tomorrow morning."

"Well, tomorrow, Villar, you will lead the second and third armies to the city of Lille for support. Since your own strength is not strong enough, I will send Ados to you. You only have one task, which is to block The opponent's attack, the longer the better! Tell me, can you do it?" His Majesty the Emperor has already made a decision and issued the first order.

Marshal Villar knelt on one knee, his voice choked with sobs: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, unless I die, the British won't take the city of Lille."

"Also, Turenne, gather your troops in the city and set off for Caen in three days, and together with the Royal Fleet over there, completely wipe out those British fleets. Once you destroy or disable them, immediately Come back and support the city of Lille, understand?" His Majesty the Emperor issued a second order.

"Understood, understood, I promise I will not let go of any British ship! However, my subordinates do not have the strength to fight against the Martial Saint class. I don't know if His Majesty can." The fat Marshal Turenne hesitated in his words .

"Okay, I get it, I'll send you Portos, that's fine, you must not disappoint my expectations!" His Majesty the Emperor was very decisive, although his face was pained.

"I promise! I promise to destroy all the British! Let them come and go!" Marshal Turenne quickly knelt down and promised again and again.

"Yule!" His Majesty the Emperor called to his prime minister.

"Your Majesty, I'm here. Do you have any orders?" The prime minister who had been taciturn all this time came forward.

"You are in charge of the logistics of the two marshals and the city of Lille, and you are in charge of it yourself! Make sure to ensure the logistics supply, and never let what happened in Spain happen again!" His Majesty the Emperor showed determination.

"Okay, Your Majesty, I will take charge of this matter myself." The Prime Minister's voice was very soft.

"Fouche!" It was the Minister of Police.

"You fully cooperate with the Musketeers, and wipe out all the spies and rats in the city!" His Majesty the Emperor issued another order.

"Colbert!" It was the Minister of Works.

"After you go back, you will be responsible for building more city defense weapons, the more the better, plus various arrows, armor, and weapons, most of them will be given priority to the city of Lille, leaving a quarter in Paris. "Another order.

The names of the ministers were called, and the orders were issued one by one. His Majesty the Emperor completely turned the whole of France into a cold war machine.

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On the high ground, the white Sacred Heart Cathedral exudes a faint white light under the moonlight.

After the one-night meeting, Patriarch Richelieu in red returned to his residence.

During the whole meeting in front of the temple, he did not make a suggestion, gave an order, or even said a word. He just sat there quietly, as if he was just expressing an attitude, an attitude that the Holy See supported France.

But only he knows, no, it's not like that, he's just going to make sure, make sure the prey has entered the trap, make sure the plan is developing according to his heart.

Standing in the hall of the church, bathed in the bright moonlight, the old man in the red robe laughed, from suppressed laughter to soft laughter, from soft laughter to loud laughter, until he laughed like crazy, Like a madman.

Finally, in the silence of the subordinates around him, he stopped laughing out of composure, and turned back into the taciturn, kind and warm patriarch.

Then, he issued a series of orders:
"Notify Grand Duke Cromwell that the prey has been caught!"

"Notify Lady Saint, you can start preparing for the plan!"

"Notify the group of people at sea that there is a sharpshooter warrior who needs their care."

"Inform everyone that the first phase of the 'Kingdom of Gods on Earth' plan has officially started!"

(End of this chapter)