Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 83 Bad news

"Snapped!"

A delicate stone sculpture was smashed to the ground and shattered into countless small pieces on the hard marble floor.

"Maybe the whole army is wiped out? You tell me that the whole army may be wiped out!" The middle-aged man in the royal dress roared angrily.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we sent a ship out at dawn to find out the news. But on the surface of the warring sea, we could only find countless broken boards and floating corpses, most of them were ours, and there were also a small number of them." It belongs to the British, and I have arranged for people to salvage it.” The aged prime minister’s tone was quite calm, but there was an indelible sadness on his brows.

"This is the entire Royal Fleet, plus those three legions, more than 10 people. Is Turenne a pig? This can also wipe out the entire army? And Portos, he is a warrior, he can fly , can’t escape?” The middle-aged emperor still couldn’t believe this shocking news.

"According to my discussions with several marshals and generals, it is speculated that the road to attack the city of Lille is probably just a cover, and they may only leave a small number of people to continue the feint attack. And the road along the coast The harassing fleet is the main force of the British army, and there must be warrior-level Knights of the Round Table among them, or even several, otherwise it cannot explain the fact that Lord Porthos cannot escape." Marshal Lediguiere explained.

"Knights of the Round Table? Aren't they not allowed to participate in the battle?" His Majesty the Emperor looked at Patriarch Richelieu who was squinting at the side.

"It's not that they are not allowed to participate in the battle, they are just not allowed to set foot on the mainland. As you can see, the battle took place at sea." Patriarch Richelieu opened his eyes and said softly: "Of course, if your majesty finds out on the mainland Knights of the Round Table, the Holy See will take action."

"Snapped!"

His Majesty the Emperor slapped the table next to him, and his tone was full of anger and anxiety: "Then what should we do now? What should we do!"

"As far as the current situation is concerned, it is indeed terrible. Now the British have no worries at all, and they have complete control over the sea. They can land in any coastal area of ​​our country at any time and drive directly to Paris. The defense of Lille City is also very important. It is worthless, I suggest that the troops of Lille be transferred back and concentrate on defending Paris. If we can survive the winter, we still have a glimmer of hope." Marshal Lediguiere gave out with years of experience suggestion.

"If the army withdraws from the city of Lille, will it be attacked by the other party? They have already fought hard in the city. If they leave the city, won't they be slaughtered?" His Majesty the Emperor frowned.

"Didn't I say before that the attack in Lille City is likely to be a small group of troops pretending to be, not the main force. Of course, just in case, you can only withdraw the two main force groups, and the others You can continue to defend or act as the rear. In short, the most important thing now is to strengthen the defense of Paris. It is necessary to concentrate all forces to block the attack of the British, otherwise once Paris falls, France will be over." Marshal Lediguiere bitterly Hard to persuade.

His Majesty the Emperor was silent. He paced from left to right, and then from right to left, and then said with difficulty: "Okay, I will do as you said. Be sure to withdraw the second and third legions. As for the other victims , France will remember them."

"Marshal Le Diguiere, you are my elder and the person I trust the most. I entrust the defense of Paris to you." His Majesty the Emperor saluted the gray-haired old marshal.

"For France, I will go through fire and water, and I will die!" The old marshal knelt on one knee.

"Yule, you are in charge of supervising the whole city, strictly block the news, and don't let any gossip spread in the city." His Majesty the Emperor told the Prime Minister to be humane.

"Colbert, you are responsible for the national conscription again. This time, regardless of strength, as long as they are over 14 years old and under 50 years old, all are allowed to join the army. Prepare a large number of weapons and armor, regardless of quality, the more the better, the treasury and the Royal Bank I will fully support you, just do it yourself!" This time it was the Minister of Public Affairs who gave the order.

"Talleyrand!" the name of the Foreign Secretary was called.

It was a thin middle-aged man.

"There is no way, I wrong you to go to Germany"

More than a dozen orders were issued, and His Majesty the Emperor almost resorted to all means to save the country and his throne.

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After a few days of peace, Zhang Ang suddenly missed Albert a little bit, which was abnormal, he hadn't come to Zhang Ang for a drink for several days.

After some searching, Zhang Ang saw him again at Albert's house.

Albert used to always have a bright smile on his face, greet others enthusiastically, and talk and laugh cheerfully.

But now, he was curled up in a corner, crying silently with tears on his face.

"What's wrong with you? Everyone in the tavern said you were missing. What happened these days? Did you break up in love? Why are you crying like this?" Zhang Ang walked over, worried about Albert in front of him.

"France is over." Albert murmured a word out of his mouth.

"What? What's the end?" Zhang Ang didn't hear clearly.

"France is over, everything is over." Albert still murmured and repeated, his eyes didn't look bright at all.

"But the news I heard is not bad. The city of Lille has completely stabilized its foothold. After the winter, the British will retreat. With so many legions blocking there, there is no reason why they can be broken through so easily." Zhang Ang comforted him.

"You know what a fart! The whole army is wiped out, all dead! Do you understand, the fleet is all gone, and the British will come to the city immediately!" Albert shouted suddenly.

"Did you hear any news again?" Zhang Ang was a little nervous.

"Tirena, he didn't go to the city of Lille at all, he went to the sea! The entire royal fleet, four reorganized legions, and a sharpshooter warrior are all gone, the whole army is wiped out, do you know? Just like that The battle is gone. Our France is almost gone too." Albert jumped up, shouting, looking very crazy.

"Where did the news come from, have you confirmed it? Is it true?" Zhang Ang asked in surprise.

"Hahaha, is it true? I was warned by the Musketeers, are you telling me it's true or not? The news is so tightly blocked, what's the use? When the British troops come to the city, can they still cover everyone's eyes?" Regardless of Albert's disregard, he was still noisy.

"Wait, wait, calm down. Since the news is true, we have to think of countermeasures. There are quite enough troops in the city now, and they can at least hold out for a while. Wait until winter, and the British will retreat until winter." Already?" Zhang Ang hugged the dancing Albert, forced him to calm down, and persuaded him again.

"Winter? Everyone is waiting for winter. Who told you that the British will retreat when winter comes? And who told you that we have the ability to survive until winter?" Albert's tone was full of mockery, and his eyes were full of despair.

(End of this chapter)