King's Landing in France

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When each cavalry is chopping, the most suitable direction is the direction of his dominant hand. Similarly, it is more convenient to block attacks in this direction.

If the enemy launches an attack from the direction of the fly's dominant hand, it can only be blocked by turning around.

As the attacker, Lasalle can freely choose where to attack. He is the enemy approaching from the left.

The lieutenant colonel's blocking action was extremely awkward, he could barely block the first blow, but La Salle sent his saber flying with the second blow.

"go to hell!"

Lasalle yelled.

Lieutenant Colonel: "I surrender! I surrender!"

La Salle couldn't hold it anymore, so he could only forcefully lift his hand up, so that the trajectory of the knife drew a slash in the air, and directly cut off the lieutenant colonel's hair.

The lieutenant colonel went bald all of a sudden.

La Salle got close, punched the lieutenant colonel off his horse with a backhand punch, and then continued to chase the fleeing enemies.

It took a full half an hour before he led the chasing troops back, looking for the lieutenant colonel who had just surrendered.

At this time, the main infantry force of the Prussian-Austrian Allied Forces was approaching, and the leading Allied Forces had switched from marching columns to phalanxes.

La Salle threw the lieutenant colonel, who was still fainting, onto the saddle, and then called to his troops: "The wind is tight, shit!"

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At this time, Beethoven and his comrades were repairing fortifications on the Marne River.

It stands to reason that military musicians do not need to participate in the construction of fortifications, but Beethoven, as a person who was often influenced by An Ning's side, naturally rolled up his sleeves and worked with his comrades.

When someone asked him, he said, "General Frost is in the same situation, and he will definitely fight with everyone."

After working hard for a long time, Beethoven's platoon finally repaired a low wall and could rest temporarily.

As soon as he sat down, the sergeant who was the platoon leader asked, "Aren't you the musician next to General Frost?"

Beethoven nodded: "Yes, that is the musician."

Sergeant: "My God, what's going on, the musicians in our row are the general's musicians, and the musicians in the next row are in the theater or something, that whining..."

Beethoven: "You mean the cello?"

"Oh yes, that's the one! You guys usually don't even meet face-to-face, and at most you talk about your names and romantic affairs when bragging in the tavern, but now, we are here to repair the fortification together The world has really changed."

Beethoven nodded: "Yes, Your Excellency the General said that we are just different in the division of labor, there is no distinction between high and low."

Sergeant: "The general really said that?"

"Yes, and he did the same thing. Do you know that the meals you eat, Your Excellency the General, are the same as yours, except on the day of the war."

"Oh, I heard that Your Excellency the General will have a drink that day, and drink with the scene of the enemy being defeated." Another strong man joined the conversation.

At this time, several people surrounded Beethoven and the sergeant.

Someone asked Beethoven curiously: "Is your Excellency very tall, I heard that he is three times the height of ordinary people, and he is a burly giant!"

"That's right, that's right, I've also heard that the general can even hold up the cannon and fire it like we hold guns! During the war, the artillerymen are responsible for loading, and the general will fire the cannon after loading!"

Beethoven couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you talking about the general, or Hercules?"

The big soldiers were all stunned: "What is the sea?"

Beethoven: "Heracles, the Hercules in Greek mythology, helped Prometheus and stole the Golden Fleece with Yin Asong."

The soldiers all showed expressions of admiration. After all, Beethoven told a novel story that they had never heard in the tavern.

The sergeant said in admiration: "As expected of a man of culture, he only talks about things we don't know."

Another soldier asked curiously: "You...you have an accent in French, aren't you French?"

Beethoven: "Yes, I am German."

The French soldiers looked at each other, and a sergeant asked, "Then why are you with us? Our enemies are Prussia and Austria. They are all Germans, aren't they?"

Beethoven was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this question. After all, at this time, nationalism was still a new thing, and not everyone would have it.

France is the birthplace of the Enlightenment and experienced the Great Revolution, so even the most grassroots soldiers have a sense of nationality and a sense of belonging to their motherland.

For the German Beethoven, however, such an idea had not yet formed.

What's more, Germany is now in a state of bulk, whether it is Austria or Prussia, they are just princely states on that land and cannot represent the entire German nation.

Beethoven thought about this question seriously and fell into deep thought.

The French leaders looked at each other.

"What's wrong?"

"Did we say something bad?"

"Tell you not to talk too much!"

At this time, Beethoven suddenly woke up from his contemplation. He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I'm fine, it doesn't matter. I just suddenly had a new insight. By the way, everyone is resting now, so I'll play some music for you." how?"

"Okay, okay!" Everyone nodded.

Although they are all rough and rough, Paris is the cultural center of Europe, and there are often musicians playing music on the street, so even the rough and rough have a certain perception of music.

Beethoven took out a flute and said with a smile: "This flute is a portable instrument recommended to me by General Frost. He said it is easy to carry and has a beautiful tone. He also said that it is his favorite instrument. .”

After speaking, Beethoven brought the flute to his mouth, and the melodious melody floated to the sky.

The soldiers fell silent.

This piece of music that Beethoven played was his improvisation, without score at all.

Of course, even if it is a music saint, it is impossible to produce a masterpiece all at once. This melody is just a patchwork of basic melodies.

But everyone is still listening very engrossed.

Suddenly, the sergeant platoon leader said: "Great, if I die in the next battle, I hope you will play a song for me in front of my grave."

The others nodded one after another: "Me too!"

"Play me a song too!"

Beethoven nodded solemnly: "If I was still alive at that time, I would! Don't die so easily!"

Chapter 235 "The enemy is going to be in bad luck"

An Ning waited on the banks of the Marne for more than a day, and the enemy arrived as promised.

Although the French army marched desperately to get to the river as soon as possible before, but after a day of repairs, they have recovered to a seven or eighty-eight.

In addition, the French army is the defensive side in this battle, and they only need to squat behind the built fortifications and fire their guns, so the physical consumption of soldiers is not a big problem.

An Ning put down the binoculars, picked up the champagne on the table, and took a sip.

In fact, he didn't want to be so exaggerated, but for some reason, the whole army now thinks that General Frost should drink champagne and eat delicious steak when he goes to war, otherwise there is a problem.

So even Berthier, who has always been rigid, came to suggest that An Ning honestly set up a table to drink and eat meat, so as to prevent everyone from guessing.

So An Ning asked Fanny to set up a table on the high ground by the Marne River, with a parasol, red wine and steak.

He strongly suspected that the subsequent conductors would have to arrange this outfit themselves.

As soon as the enemy appeared, the cannon immediately began to roar.

Only a few shots were fired, however, before the enemy retreated out of range and began camping on the opposite bank of the Marne.

Berthier commented: "I didn't rush to cross the river, but set up camp first and waited for the troops to recover. The enemy's actions are very consistent with military common sense. This Prince Schwarzenberg is at least a commander with common sense."

An Ning asked, "According to military common sense, when will the enemy attack us?"

Berthier: "Tomorrow, generally speaking, before the regular battle takes place, the two armies will camp at a very close distance, and they can even see each other's camp. Yes, this is the case now. Your Excellency, you command a lot of battles By not following this principle, a number of advantages are gained.

"I think this is probably because the morale of our army is high, and there is no need to reorganize after a long march. This is a distinctive feature of our army, which is different from the army of the old kingdom."

An Ning: "It should be said that this is the characteristic of the citizen army and the characteristic of the nationalist army."

Berthier: "But this feature can't help us now. After all, we can't cross the river to attack the enemy now. We can only attack when the enemy is ready."

An Ning was about to respond when a messenger arrived.

"Report, General La Salle is crossing the upper reaches of the Marne, and should arrive tomorrow."

An Ning calmly corrected the orderer's words: "He's not a general yet."

"Feel sorry."

An Ning nodded, and waved the messenger to leave.

Berthier asked: "Do you want Lasalle to attack the enemy camp at night?"

An Ning: "We can't make it in time. The messengers arrived at Lasalle. It's probably late at night. Now the strength of our army and the enemy's army is balanced. It's fine to fight regularly."

Berthier: "I'm still worried. After all, our army is an untrained army, and many troops are not even proficient in loading."

An Ning: "But our morale is high."

In real history, when the French army first faced the intervention army, it was in a state of very poor training. Not only that, but the French army in real history is still a mixture of the old army and the self-defense army, with a lot of internal contradictions heap.

The army in An Ning's hands, at least not many old troops left, is a well-organized army.

Moreover, in real history, the French army was defeated by the intervention army at Valmy. They basically had no advantage in location, but relied on their high morale and solid pre-set positions to keep the coalition forces from moving.

The French army did not attack either, because Dumouriez, who commanded the battle, knew that the poorly trained French army would be finished if they left the position for field battles, so they stayed in the position and fought with the intervention army.

Then the French won.

An Ning is extremely familiar with history, so she is going to do the same.

High morale means you can do whatever you want!He stood up from the table and said to Fanny: "Maybe we won't be able to fight today, so you should clean it up. Is there a way to ensure that the steak will not go bad?"

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Fanny: "Yes, just add more salt to marinate it. But are you sure you want to eat such a salty steak tomorrow? You should eat the steak today, and I will give you the same new steak tomorrow."

An Ning raised her eyebrows, and could only sit down again and start eating steak.

Fanny: "Drink some wine too, don't you get tired of just eating steak?"

An Ning picked up the wine glass and took a big sip of champagne.

Berthier: "I suggest that only half of the troops be left on the ground, and the rest of the troops withdraw to the camp to rest."

An Ning: "Okay, you can make arrangements."

Berthier nodded and left. After a while, the French army on the position began to withdraw from the position and entered the camp behind the position.

Quite a few troops passed by An Ning, all watching An Ning eating steak there.

Someone who has something to do asks loudly: "Your Excellency, the enemy has not attacked today, are you unhappy?"

An Ning smiled, and responded, "That's right! These damned guys actually retreated after only a tentative attack. Their commander, Schwarzenberg, must be a bastard!"

The soldiers burst out laughing, laughing at the waste on the opposite side, and the air was filled with joy for a while.

After the troops were over, Fanny whispered, "So this steak is not to your liking."

"No, no, it's very suitable for my taste. I was just right, it fits the occasion, it's just the occasion!" An Ning said hastily.

Fanny tilted her head: "Oh, so, I thought you like to eat raw or cooked steak."

Speaking of which, Fanny looked up at the tents gradually built by the coalition forces on the other side of the river, and asked, "Will the battle last for many days?"

"I'm afraid it will. After all, we are not the attacking side this time. If we want to fight until the enemy completely loses their will to fight, it is unlikely to form the kind of hearty annihilation battle before, and the winner will be determined in one day."

"Well, I thought it would be another clean victory this time, and I'm not prepared enough. Please allow me to bring a carriage back to Paris to bring some necessary things over."

An Ning was shocked: "What, you still have to use a carriage to bring things from Paris? I thought you could take everything you need from under your maid's skirt!"

After all, the skirts of the perfect and chic maids are all four-dimensional treasure bags, whether it is a large number of throwing knives or DShka heavy machine guns, they can be easily moved out.

Fanny looked at An Ning with a foolish expression: "How is that possible! I'm just good at planning and using transport capacity. Every time I ask the transport team to transport the general's personal supplies."

What the hell, these champagne and steaks are all made by taking up the resources of the transportation team after a long time.

An Ning pulled her face down: "This is not good, you can't take up precious luggage just because of me..."

Fanny: "Really? Then I won't do it next time?"

An Ning couldn't help rubbing his forehead. He remembered Berthier's words: "If you don't drink champagne and eat steak before the battle, your morale may be shaken."

An Ning: "No, please continue to prepare."