King's Landing in France

Fanny: "Oh. But I'm going back to Paris in the afternoon, so I probably won't be able to come back tomorrow. You can only move the small table out and pour the wine yourself."

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The next day, early in the morning, the Austrians began shelling across the river.

So the horns of urgent assembly sounded everywhere in the French camp.

An Ning lifted the curtain of the tent, carried a table in her right hand, and came out with a bottle of champagne in her left hand.

Berthier had originally come out of his tent to report to An Ning, but seeing An Ning's appearance, he hesitated.

An Ning: "Fanny has gone back to Paris, I have to move by myself."

Berthier opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to realize: "Ah, oh, that's it. You can call some orderlies."

An Ning: "No need, this thing is not heavy, just carry it by yourself and you'll be done."

Then An Ning walked towards his command position.

The flag bearer holding the general's flag arrived early, and when he saw An Ning coming up like this, he was stunned, as if he didn't know whether he should come up to help.

After all, no one has ever seen the appearance of a commander in chief of an army.

The infantry brigades lined up on both sides of An Ning's command position all looked at An Ning in shock.

An Ning smiled embarrassingly: "The maid has returned to the city, so I have no choice but to do it myself."

Then An Ning set up the table under everyone's gaze, and then turned down the chairs placed on the table and set them up.

He sat in a chair, opened the champagne himself, and realized he didn't have a glass.

Also, with only two hands, there is really no room for a cup.

An Ning thought about it, forget it, just blow on the bottle.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers looked at each other, and then An Ning heard someone say: "Did you see, Your Excellency General is so happy today, the enemy is going to be in trouble!"

An Ning raised her eyebrows, what the hell, can I improve the morale of our army no matter what I do?

As he thought this way, the artillery of the French army also began to fight back against the coalition forces.

Then An Ning saw that the engineers of the coalition army pushed the pontoon into the water in the distance.

Good guy, after they set up camp yesterday, they were not idle at all, they were building a pontoon bridge!

Chapter 236

The coalition forces began to attack.

Prince Schwarzenberg, the commander of the coalition forces, stood on the high ground by the river, observing the situation on the opposite bank with a telescope.

Then he saw Frost's tray.

"It was rumored that Frost would eat steak and drink champagne before the battle, but I didn't expect it to be true." Schwarzenberg curled his lips, "It's really arrogant, there is no respect for the opponent at all!"

The chief of staff curled his lips: "Maybe he just trusts his subordinates very much? He feels that he can win without any command? I heard that his chief of staff, Berthier, is a veteran who has fought many battles. I lived in the Seven Years War and went to North America to participate in the colonial War of Independence. Maybe it’s the Chief of Staff who has been in command of the battlefield.”

Prince Schwarzenberg curled his lips.

At this time, a lieutenant colonel suddenly came and reported to the prince: "Report, we have captured a defected French nobleman!"

Schwarzenberg was overjoyed: "Really? Bring it up immediately!"

A moment later, nobles in civilian clothes were brought up.The prince looked at this man with disdain, and couldn't help but ask, "Where are your wigs and chaps? Where are your stockings and high heels?"

In this era, wigs, trousers, stockings and high heels were common attire for nobles (male nobles).

But the nobleman in front of him didn't have any of them, and he was still wearing the same trousers as the old trousers. The trousers were all muddy and dirty.

The aristocrat replied: "If I wear that kind of clothing, I can't even leave the city of Paris. The mob arrests people who are 'old-fashioned aristocrats' everywhere, and sends us to the guillotine without trial. Your Royal Highness, please come to Paris as soon as possible." Go, restore orthodox order!"

The prince glanced at the French army on the other side of the river, and did not answer directly, but asked a question: "How did you run over the enemy's line?"

"I came from Paris. I didn't take the other side of the Marne, but walked all the way from the north bank of the river. If you like, you can go this way and go straight to Paris!"

Prince Schwarzenberg turned to look at the chief of staff: "Is this feasible?"

"It's not feasible. There is no road to transport supplies to us. A single person can ride a small path, and a large force must take a route that can maintain supplies."

That's right, in this era, the movement of large forces must follow the road. It's a bit like the game "Nobunaga's Ambition Rebirth", where the troops are bound by the road network and cannot freely decide where to go.

So Schwarzenberg had to cross the river here before he could follow the road to Paris.

As for water navigation, the upper reaches of the Marne are not navigable, and it becomes navigable from the lower reaches near Paris.

The French transported the champagne produced in Epernay and a small amount of grapes suitable for direct consumption to Paris through the Marne River.

Schwarzenberg told this to the nobleman, and the latter looked confused: "Ah, yes, is that so?"

Schwarzenberg frowned: "Most of the nobles should have received military education, right? At least they also received some military enlightenment, don't you know this?"

The French nobles were speechless for a moment.

Schwarzenberg muttered, "No wonder they were overthrown," without concealing his disdain.

At this moment, the French nobleman suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said to Schwarzenberg: "By the way, I have another key piece of information! Frost did not bring his direct troops, but sent him from the south The troops brought over are all placed around Paris as some kind of general reserve. The troops under him now are all trousers recruited temporarily!

"These troops have hardly undergone decent training. They are soldiers with a gun and a uniform. His Highness will definitely be able to easily defeat such a mob!"

Schwarzenberg's chief of staff laughed: "That's good news."

The prince nodded: "Well, indeed. So is the pontoon ready?"

The chief of staff immediately replied: "It's ready, the engineers have been busy all night. I also selected soldiers who can swim, formed a commando, and let them push the pontoon in the water!"

Schwarzenberg nodded: "Order the troops to start action! Once the commando has erected the pontoon bridge, the whole army will attack. Before that, bombard the enemy's position fiercely!"

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An Ning watched as the enemy troops rushed into the water carrying the pontoon and began building a bridge over the Marne.

So he asked Berthier: "Is there a way to stop them from building the pontoon bridge?"

Berthier: "The river is too wide, and the musket hits the opposite side, and the hit can only depend on fate."

An Ning: "I remember that our breech-loading rifles can achieve relatively effective hits at a distance of only 200 meters?"

Berthier immediately replied: "Yes. You can give it a try."

An Ning: "Pass my order, the precision shooter company is dispatched, forming a skirmish formation, and sniping the enemy who is building a bridge on the river bank."

Berthier immediately turned his head to convey the order.

Soon, the Accurate Shooter Company left its original position and marched towards the river bank in skirmish formation.

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Prince Schwarzenberg saw the movement of the precision marksman company, and he asked the defecting nobleman next to him suspiciously: "Why are the guns carried by those skirmishers all golden?"

The nobleman replied: "Oh, that is the general guard of the civilian Frost. What is the precision shooter company? Their guns are all made of gold. It is said that the bastard Frost melted the golden cross of the church and made it of!"

Schwarzenberg frowned: "Oh my God, such a profane thing to do."

"Yes, he is the devil sent by Satan, and he also bewitched those ignorant trousers!"

Schwarzenberg: "But what is he sending this army to the river now? Rifles can't shoot at such a distance, and gold can't increase the range of rifles."

As soon as the words fell, the golden gun troops opened fire.

The first round of guns came, and several engineers who were building the bridge fell down.

Schwarzenberg snorted: "Hmph, these blasphemous guys are actually caught!"

But the golden gun unit began to shoot with intensive firepower, and engineers kept falling.

Schwarzenberg was shocked: "How can they fire so fast? The aim is so good? Do guns made of gold still have this effect?"

The people around looked at each other, but no one could answer the prince's doubts.

They just looked at the company like this, firing ferocious firepower like an infantry brigade, constantly sending the bridge-building engineers into the west.

Schwarzenberg: "What's going on here? How could something so contrary to common sense happen? What the hell is that army?"

The chief of staff also looked confused: "Looking at the rate of fire and accuracy, it's a bit like our air rifle hunters, but when the air rifle hunters fire, there won't be such a big smoke, and there won't be such a loud gunshot. The sound is like farting..."

The French nobles who were still nearby shouted: "It's the devil's sorcery!"

Schwarzenberg impatiently said to his entourage: "Take this idiot... I mean, invite this gentleman down, give him wine and food, and let him have a good rest!"

The orderly immediately came to the side of the French nobleman: "Sir, this way please."

After the French left, the chief of staff asked Schwarzenberg: "What should I do? At this point, should we stop building bridges?"

"No! Can't stop! How can we cross the river if the bridge is not erected? Let the engineers and commandos go up against the enemy's firepower! Then move the artillery over and put it on the river bank to bombard the enemy on the other side of the river."

Chief of Staff: "But the enemy is in a formation of skirmishers, so the effect of the bombardment may not be very good. Moreover, the enemy is still near the water, so the shells will not bounce when they hit the river, which will increase the difficulty of hitting the enemy..."

Schwarzenberg: "I don't care! As long as one shell kills Frost's precious golden gunman, it's a profit! Let the artillery hit hard!"

Chapter 237 From Today This Is My Famous Quote

An Ning has also been paying attention to the performance of the shooter company.

He excitedly said to the people around him: "Look! There is such a killing efficiency at such a long distance! If we can generally install this thing, and then get the prefabricated ammunition, the form of warfare will be changed!"

An Ning excitedly turned her head to look aside, only to see Berthier's serious face.

He curled his lips, only to realize that the person who can share his joy is not around now-Berthier has always been very measured, and he will not be happy with him like a buddy.

It can be said that the chief of staff has always kept the distance very well, and has always maintained a respectful attitude.

There's nothing wrong with this attitude, but it's a little boring.

An Ning filled himself up again, and while continuing to appreciate the precision marksman he had placed high hopes on, he even took the heads of the coalition engineers, while thinking about how to improve the breech-loading gun in the future.

First of all, we should get out the primer and prefabricated ammunition.

It's a pity that An Ning is a computer student, and his understanding of chemistry is only limited to the comprehensive level of the college entrance examination. It is unrealistic to rub the bottom of the hand.

But An Ning knew who to rub.Now Mr. Equality is his prospective father-in-law, and Mr. Equality's followers are about equal to his followers.

Mr. Equality funded the great chemist Lavoisier.

In real history, Lavoisier was eventually guillotined because of his involvement in politics and tax issues in Paris.

An Ning remembered that in real history, this happened in 1794, that is, there is still one year left.

Now it's too late for Paulavoisier.

While he was thinking about this, Berthier suddenly shouted: "General!"

An Ning suddenly woke up from his distraction, and his consciousness returned to the battlefield. Then he saw the bridge deck of the pontoon bridge above the heads of the coalition soldiers, using the wooden boards and pontoons as shields, and forcibly rushed towards the river bank.

"Let the precision shooter company retreat!" An Ning ordered loudly.

However, it was too late. The first wave of coalition forces rushed to the shore, and rushed towards the precision shooters with bayonets in hand.

The precision shooters are in a skirmish formation at this time, and there is a considerable distance between each of them, which means that when facing a part of the enemy's impact formation, the enemy may form a local advantage of more hits and fewer.

Soon several shooters were brought down and the copper-plated breech-loading guns were taken.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Self-Defense Forces guarding a little behind the precision shooters immediately climbed over the low wall and attacked the small group of enemies crossing the river in a dense formation.

Several enemies were stabbed to death immediately, and several of the stolen guns were recaptured.

However, there were still a few coalition soldiers who ran very fast, and rushed back into the water with their golden rifles.

The National Guard soldiers who rushed to the river immediately fired intensively into the water.

However, at this moment, a solid bullet hit the beach in front of them, but because the beach didn't bounce, it turned into a literal rolling ball.

The rolling shells broke the legs of several people at once.

The tragic wailing sound could be heard even from the position of An Ning.

An Ning frowned, and was about to say something when Berthier suggested, "The soldiers should throw the floating bridge components that have been pushed to the bank into the river."

"Okay, you go and give the order." An Ning nodded.

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Prince Schwarzenberg looked at the guns brought back by the death squads who had just crossed the river and charged.

"Reloading from the breech? No wonder you can shoot so fast." He cocked the gun and looked in through the muzzle as he spoke. The problem?"