The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 974 Dusk

On the outskirts of Celesta, Bono de Cullen slammed Franz's "letter of resignation" to the ground.

"Bullshit! Tell that little boy! French soldiers will never surrender! We will make you pay with blood!"

Max Weismann, the messenger of the coalition forces, did not want to listen to the loser's barking. He was still waiting to go back to attend the dinner.

The local celebrities in Alsace saw that the coalition forces were so powerful and had the upper hand, and they rushed to join the army.

Also under the influence of nationalism, the people in the Alsace region are also very enthusiastic about the coalition forces. In addition, the Habsburg family was once the ruler of this land, and they have very complicated feelings towards the Austrian army that returned here. .

"Your Honor, Commander-in-Chief of the Allied German Forces, Grand Marshal of the Confederacy, Honorary Emperor of the German Empire, Great King of Rome, Archduke Franz Joseph Habsburg of Austria, has graciously given you one day to consider.

The time ends at 1848:6 noon on June 29, .

If your army still refuses to withdraw from Alsace, we will eliminate all remaining invaders in Alsace.

Do you accept this? "

When they first met, Max Weismann was still a little in awe of France and the general in front of him. However, after the war began, the balance of power between the two sides and the fanatical nationalists around him made the messenger full of pride, and he moved his hands and feet. Can't help but feel a little more arrogant.

This made Bono de Cullen wish he could knock the guy in front of him to the ground with one punch, and then immediately start a battle to kill all the German allied forces in front of him.

However, the scorched-earth policy of the Alsatian people at this time made the French army completely like Muggles, with nowhere to plunder. In addition, the French army could only eat biscuits and saltines that had been stored for decades. Flesh sighed.

"I hope you will think more about your soldiers and the innocent civilians. Let us make more contributions to love and peace."

Several officers immediately stretched out their hands and invited Max Weismann out.

But Bono de Cullen, as he said before, would never retreat, let alone surrender. So he needed time to regroup, and at this time he could only say something viciously.

The sun was setting, and a few crows occasionally flew across the gloomy sky. The ruins on the outskirts of Celesta were filled with French soldiers who had been wounded in the battle.

Max Weismann only felt funny when he looked at the other person's expression, and then extended his hand in a "friendly" manner.

"Send him away!"

In addition, the chaos just now has caused many organizations to be broken up. Even if he is given a few more hours, he may not be able to restore the original organization.

"Okay, I accept."

He even suspected that Lamosilier, who was responsible for attacking Lorraine, did not put pressure on him at all. Otherwise, why would all the elites of the German Allied Forces come to his side?

The crooked French soldiers are eating poor food. In fact, due to the domestic food crisis and economic crisis, the money and food sent by the Logistics Department are simply not enough.

However, he needed time at this time. The battle just now had greatly damaged the vitality of the French army, and the losses were all elite veterans.

But generally speaking, the French army loses food to the enemy, so the logistical pressure is not great.

Bono de Cullen did not reach out, let alone reach out, and just said coldly.

The most important thing is that through the brief exchange of fire, Bono de Cullen understood one thing. The enemy in front of him was not at the same level as his own in terms of equipment and quantity.

Some of them were even prepared by Napoleon for his expedition to Russia. They were embezzled by some unscrupulous businessmen and then sold to the Second French Republic.

Historically, these biscuits and bacon that have been stored for decades are not an isolated case. In fact, zombie meat has never disappeared to this day.

The wails and sighs of the French soldiers made Max Weismann feel very good. At this moment, he fell directly to the ground with a stroke of his feet. He tried to prop up his body with his hands but touched something slippery.

Max Weismann subconsciously looked at his palm, which was actually covered with sticky blood.

Then I discovered that the barrels piled randomly on the side were actually filled with human hands and feet. At this time, the curtain on the side was opened, and a burly man came out. The apron on his body was stained with blood, and he had a jagged hand. The steel knife was casually pinned to his waist, and he was holding a wooden bucket full of hands and feet in his hand.

Max Weismann was just an ordinary playboy in the upper class. He had never seen such a bloody and strange scene, and he was immediately frightened out of his mind.

How the French diplomats appeased Max Weismann and how he was sent back to the coalition camp will not be shown for the time being.

In Bono de Cullen's headquarters, the staff members were quarreling.

"Damn it! The Austrians have sent all their main forces here. What are Arsene, Lamosilier, Pellisi, and Trouvier doing!"

Henri Arsène, commander of the Army of the North of the Second French Republic.

Christophe-Louis Léon-Jules Bourdon de La Mosierier, commander of the Central Army of the Second French Republic.

Emenabre Pélissier, commander of the Swiss Expeditionary Force of the Second French Republic.

Francois Trouvier, Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Orient Fleet of the Second French Republic.

Obviously at this time, not many people in the French military took Bellevue, the Minister of War, seriously, and even within the French army, no one thought Bellevue could replicate the glory of Napoleon's expedition to Italy.

"Retreat! If we retreat now, we can still keep our dignity."

Lieutenant General Paul Dubois, from the Legion of Brittany, as the elite of the French army and the main force on the battlefield just now, no one knows better than him how powerful the enemy in front of him is.

Although the military discipline of the Brittany Legion is very poor, they are definitely top-notch young men, otherwise they would not be able to take on the main offensive mission.

However, in the battle just now, the Brittany Legion lost nearly half of its troops, especially the middle and low-level commanders, who lost almost two-thirds.

In addition to the dead, there are also a large number of wounded soldiers. These people need to be taken care of and daily work needs to be handled. Coupled with the needs of battlefield guards, the entire legion has been basically disabled.

However, the other two army commanders disagreed, especially Lieutenant General Louis Feis, the commander of the Pyrenees Army who had just arrived for support.

"Damn it! You coward! Are you giving up the land of France to the German barbarians?"

"What are you talking about? This battle has no meaning in the first place. If it weren't for the men in Paris who had to join forces with the British, we wouldn't have come to this damned place!

If we don’t attack Alsace, the Germans won’t cross the Rhine to attack us! "

Lieutenant General Louis Feis was furious after hearing this, and stepped forward and grabbed Lieutenant General Paul Dubois by the neck.

"How dare you, a coward, question the validity of defending your motherland?"

The latter pushed the former away and said angrily.

"Are you defending the motherland? You are invading! Look what you have done! Turning cities into ruins, turning fertile fields into ashes, and forcing civilians into rebels!

Why do the people of France want to be enemies of our army? Why do our people need German protection on our French soil?

Is your so-called Second Republic of Liberty, Nation, and Fraternity really that perfect? "

(End of this chapter)