King's Landing in France

If it weren't for the measure of washing wounds with alcohol imposed by General Frost, which greatly reduced the chance of troops being injured and attrition, the losses of the French army would have been even higher at this time.

But now, this loss may not be sustainable, because the French army has run out of wine.

Those who were injured yesterday did not have wine to wash their wounds, so the losses of the French army yesterday were higher than the sum of the previous few days.

In the medical clinic behind the French army, the doctors are now doing their own job with ease: sawing hands and feet.

In addition to the lack of wine, ammunition is almost out of supply.

When Lana ordered an ammunition count last night, he found that most of the army only had a few rounds of ammunition left, and the logistics team's baggage truck was already empty.

The ammunition brought by the transport team from Brescia this morning, after being divided equally among the whole army, each person can only issue two bullets.

Today the Austrian army continues to attack, and the French army may only be able to shoot for half an hour, and then they can only rely on bayonets to stop the Austrians.

When Lana was inspecting the position, someone asked worriedly: "Boss, what should we do after we finish shooting the bullets?"

Lana glanced at the interrogator, tightened the bandage on his head with his hands, and then replied in a firm tone: "Your Excellency the General gave us an order to stay here. Since the bullets are gone, we can only use this I am ordered to complete the general's order.

"Of course, I don't force you, you have done well enough, even if you escape now, you are worthy of the title of warrior. So after the bullets are finished later, you can escape!

"But my choice is to stay here, pick up the bayonet, and charge the Austrians! The Austrians have bullets, and after killing them with bayonets, grab the bullets and use them!"

Some of the soldiers shouted: "They don't need that many bullets anyway! These bastards can't even shoot a few shots before retreating!"

The soldiers burst out laughing.

Lana also had a smile on his face: "That's right, that's what happened. In these days of fighting, I discovered that the Austrians are actually cowards. As long as they kill a few officers, they will flee!"

The soldiers immediately echoed Lana's words with "yeah" and "that's right," sounding like heckling.

Rana continued: "Because I served as the captain of the teaching team before, I had many opportunities to meet the general. Your Excellency the General said that our troops that have undergone the Great Revolution are different from the armies of other monarchies in Europe."

A soldier interrupted: "Of course it's different. We fought for three days under the leadership of an apprentice from a dyeing workshop!"

The soldiers all laughed.

Now the apprentice of the dyeing workshop is no longer a scornful name among the soldiers. Lana used his bravery and combat skills to turn this into a pet name among the soldiers.

Soldiers instinctively felt affection for this nickname, because they were carpenters, painters, masons and other craftsmen before joining the army.

The composition of the revolutionary French army was the urban civilian class. They had a natural and class-like intimacy with the commanders who were apprentices in dyeing workshops.

Of course, Lana didn't understand this, but he didn't hate the nickname.

He continued to say to the soldiers: "That's right, the general looked down on our enemies very much, saying that they were just a group of cattle driven by the noble lord, and as long as the noble lord was driven away, he would collapse.

"Now I know that the general is right. The enemy is nothing to be afraid of. Even if we finish shooting bullets today, we can still hold this fort with bayonets!"

The soldiers applauded, and then someone shouted: "Long live France!"

Then everyone shouted together: "Long live France!"

All the faces are filled with pride, which is a real, heartfelt pride in their homeland and nation.

This was something new in kingdom-ridden Europe, something that the kingdoms, whether they be enlightened or conservative, had never had.

A new thing called nationalism.

In the next few decades, the emerging nation-state France will carry out dimension reduction strikes against the obsolete armies of European monarchies.

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The cheers of the French army floated along the wind to the Austrian barracks down the mountain.

The commander of the Austrians, Sir Ferdinand frowned: "Listen!"

The Jazz's chief of staff asked suspiciously: "What?"

"Listen to their cries!" Ferdinand said. "We have been on the offensive for three days, and our own morale is almost exhausted. When I walk in the barracks, all I see are sad faces. But they still have such High morale!"

The chief of staff looked at the fort on the top of the mountain: "Yeah, it's hard to understand."

Ferdinand: "I feel that the French army we are facing is a brand-new thing that cannot be measured by our previous experience. I have participated in many wars. The enemy army I encountered before, whether it is Prussia Neither humans nor the King's army exhibited such qualities!"

Chief of Staff: "Is it because they are commanded by a dye workshop apprentice, and the immediate commander is a cobbler?"

"God knows." Ferdinand shook his head. "In short, they are different from our army. I have a hunch that together with their cobbler commander, they will make the whole of Europe tremble."

Chief of Staff: "Then... shall we report this to Marshal Wumze?"

"No! How can you report this!" Ferdinand said angrily, "You can't report like this. Let's say that the French army in front of our alliance has 5000 people, just like before. The French army resisted us three times by virtue of fortifications." Heaven's attack, that's all!"

Chief of Staff: "That's the same as yesterday."

In fact, this is not a rare thing, it is much better than reporting that you are blocked by five thousand French troops.

At this moment, someone shouted: "The herald from Trent!"

"Here," said Ferdinand.

So the messenger stepped forward and delivered the letter to the general.

"Let me see... retreat?"

The chief of staff immediately stepped forward: "What, are we going to retreat?"

"Yes, it seems that the Marshal is confronted by a stronger French army... Damn it, the French are concentrating their main force on the Marshal's side. Let alone report that we are blocked by only 5000 men. Retreat, Chief of Staff. "

Chapter 203 Paris is in a hurry again

Anning was Lana who met in Brescia two days later.

"My undead grenadier!" he yelled with great joy, and gave Lana a hug.

Lana was a little shy: "It's not a grenadier, they call me undead."

An Ning: "I know."

I'm talking about your nickname in another time and space.

But it is a pity that the Undead Grenadier became the first marshal under Napoleon's command to die in battle.

Lannes had been persuading Napoleon to stop his endless campaigns, but the emperor didn't listen.

As for Lana's current title of Undead, An Ning, as a time traveler, always has the illusion that he is about to start spreading fire.

So An Ning still called him Undead Grenadier, anyway, now that An Ning's reputation is so high, everyone will soon follow him after he calls it that.

Hearing the name An Ning, Napoleon complained: "Grenadiers? I remember that there are no grenadiers in our army yet?"

Yes, An Ning's troops don't have a single grenadier.

An Ning: "I say that because the grenadiers have the attributes of an elite unit."

The most important thing for a grenadier is physical strength, because the grenade in this era is very heavy, just a shot put. It's a big guy.

Although this era has entered the era of firearms, the killing efficiency of firearms is a bit low, and the big-bodied grenadiers still have a huge advantage in hand-to-hand combat.

Therefore, the grenadier units of various countries are basically elite infantry.

Some grenadier units are only honorary titles, but are actually elite infantry units.

So An Ning called Lana a grenadier. In his opinion, it was just a historical meme, but in the eyes of others, it was tantamount to saying that Lana was An Ning's bodyguard.

Therefore, Napoleon came out to complain at this time, which was somewhat of a competition for favor.

So Berthier glanced at Napoleon meaningfully.

However, An Ning didn't know so many intrigues, he was just playing with historical stalks.

A little fun for military history buffs, get it!

After embracing Lana, An Ning turned her eyes to the bandage on Lana's head: "Injured?"

"Yes, the bullet grazed a bit," Laner replied. "It's not a big deal."

An Ning smiled and said, "Now we are the same, I was also grazed by a bullet!"

But because of An Ning's plug-in, the bullet will be fine after a few days of wiping.

Lana's bandage is estimated to last for a few days.

Lana: "By the way, Your Excellency, the method of washing wounds with wine that you recommended is really very useful. We had enough wine for the first two days, but it ran out on the third day. As a result, the casualty rate suddenly increased. visible!

"Obviously on the third day, the Austrians' offense was a little weak."

La Salle joked: "What, you face three or four times the attack of your own enemy, and then you can say something like 'the Austrian attack is a bit weak'! My God, this is against the Austrian The best taunt!"

Rana: "I'm just stating the facts."

"State the facts." Davout shrugged, "Do you know how to use such complicated words?"

Generally speaking, it is impossible for an apprentice in a dyeing workshop to say such polite words as "statement of facts". After all, common people's knowledge is mainly passed through Sunday schools, and these schools do not teach such words at all.

An Ning joked: "Don't worry, immortal dyer, our immortal bald man didn't win the battle this time, he is very resentful!"

The crowd laughed again.

Davout touched his bald head with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Napoleon: "Andy, you called Davout bald, and he didn't respond. We told him that he blushed a long time ago, 'I just have less hair'!"

Davout spread his hands, and then turned the topic to the battle situation: "To be honest, this time, it was only a small victory. The main force of the Austrians did not suffer any losses at all, while our, Lana's troops are already disabled, and it takes time to recuperate. repair."

Lana: "I can still fight."

An Ning: "No, you can't fight anymore. Your troops are performing very well now, and you deserve time to recuperate. After the celebration banquet is over, you can take your troops back to Milan, and I will send you exchange vouchers, which can be exchanged in Milan's currency What is exchanged for silver coins can also be used directly.

"Enjoy yourselves in Milan for a while. When the reinforcements from China arrive, give priority to replenishing your troops."

Lana: "But the battle is not over yet. Davout also said just now that the main force of the Austrians is still there."

An Ning: "He was venting his anger. He led the troops to climb the mountain for a few days, but the main force of the Austrians had already run back in the city of Trent. He attacked, suffered a lot of losses, and then withdrew."

La Salle interjected: "Our Brigadier General Davout has never been so angry!"

Davout: "In fact, continue to attack. I should be able to take Trent. The morale of our army is high. The Austrians have just retreated from the Adige Valley and are very tired."

An Ning interrupted Davout: "What nonsense are you talking about? What about your logistics?"

The part of Davout's attack was a mountain road, and it was difficult for the truck to walk. Basically, Davout could only rely on the supplies brought by the troops for a day or two, and then he had to retreat.

Trent is a stronghold in the mountains that the Austrians have operated for many years. Although the terrain makes it impossible to build a bastion, it is not an easy task to conquer it.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly the correct decision for An Ning to let Davout retreat.

Davout was silent for a few seconds, then heaved a long sigh: "Yes, your opinion is correct."

"It's really not like you," An Ning said, "I thought you would be as rational and precise as a machine."

Davout: "I was expecting a big win like I didn't lose to Lafayette."

"The desire for victory is good, but you can't lose sight of one because you are too eager for victory. Sometimes, undefeated is more important than a big victory." An Ning taught.

After finishing speaking, he was a little dark, my God, I was actually educating Davout, a figure like the French Valkyrie!

This is the great taste of time travel.

Dawu nodded: "Is undefeated more important than a big victory, I will keep it in mind."

An Ning: "Okay, let's celebrate. The Austrians were defeated. We occupied the line of the Mincio River and surrounded the fortress of Mantua. The situation in Italy is stable and improving. We have sufficient sources of troops and taxes. Next spring, we will definitely win a big battle..."

At this time, a staff officer hurriedly opened the door and came in, whispering a few words in Berthier's ear.

Napoleon noticed this and asked: "What's the matter, Berthier, you look very serious."

Berthier nodded: "Yes, I just got the news that the French army was defeated on the front line of the Rhine River, and the Austrian army pointed directly at Paris."

An Ning's mouth grew wide: "What the hell?"

Paris is in a hurry again?

Chapter 204 Wellesley is now a love brain

December 1792, the Rhine Front.

Karl Ludwig Johann Joseph Lorenz, riding a white horse, watched his soldiers collect weapons and ammunition from a large number of French prisoners.

Burning flames and rising smoke filled the wilderness after a day of fierce fighting.

Austrian soldiers are patrolling among the corpses of the French army on the ground, looking for the French army's battle flag that may be left behind.

Collecting the military flag is an important means of counting how many enemy troops have been defeated in this era. Generally, capturing a military flag means that one of the opponent's troops has been disbanded.