191 Lasalle wants to learn from His Excellency the General
After receiving the news that Andy Frost had broken through the defense line, Marshal Beaulieu let out a long sigh.
He took out his withered marshal's scepter and placed it on the table of the headquarters.
The officers all looked at Marshal and Chief of Staff Condoré: "It's not over yet, we can retreat into the Mantua Fortress!"
Beaulieu: "Have you been to the Fortress of Mantua?"
Condorei hesitated for a moment: "I...I have seen the design drawings of the fortress!"
Beaulieu sighed: "Well, you haven't been there, so you don't know what that fortress is like. The Mantua Fortress is very suitable for defense. It should be said that it is very suitable for defense. Even if the French army is surrounded by 70,000 to 80,000 people,
The fortress, even the five thousand men in the fortress can defend it for a long time.
"Do you know why this fortress is so easy to defend? Because it is on a peninsula. The isthmus connecting the peninsula to the surrounding land is very narrow and can only allow a few thousand people to spread out. Even if the enemy comes tens of thousands, they can only use 5,000 people.
To attack the fortress, others can only wave the flag and shout.
"But this one limits the Mantua Fortress. This fortress can be used for defense, but it cannot be used for offense at all. The enemy can block tens of thousands of people inside the fortress with only a small number of troops.
"No, we cannot retreat into the fortress. Retreating would mean that we leave our fate to another general who comes to relieve the siege!"
Beaulieu spoke a long sentence in one breath, then stopped to take a breath.
After all, the old handsome man is over seventy years old and can be described as senile. Such a long conversation is quite a burden on his body.
After finally recovering, Marshal Beaulieu continued: "I can't accept this kind of thing, and I can't accept leaving my destiny to others! No, never! This is a shame as a soldier!"
Condore curled his lips and no longer suggested going to the Mantua Fortress. Instead, he turned his attention to the Mincio River: "Damn it, damn dry season, otherwise this river wouldn't have been so easily destroyed by Frost.
That guy stepped over!”
Vukcevich stared at Kondore and snorted: "Don't sound like anyone can easily cross the Mincio River now. I bet if you take command, our soldiers who are wading across the river will only become
Adult fish feed!”
Condorei said angrily: "What did you say? Presumptuous!"
Beaulieu: "Okay! That's enough! Before those French people come to abolish our titles, let's start fighting among ourselves. Be a little reserved and think about the obligations and etiquette of the nobility!"
The two people just shut up.
Beaulieu pointed at Vukcevich and said: "Vukcevich, lead your troops to retreat eastward across the Adige River!"
Vukcevich shook his head: "No, my troops were reorganized after the Po River defense line was defeated last time. It is impossible for them to retreat to the other side of the Adige River in the west with their complete structure. It would be better for us.
Go north, enter the Adige Valley, and join Marshal Wumser's troops..."
Beaulieu shook his head: "No, the French army has broken through our middle. If you go north now, you will encounter the French army. Go east, arrive at Vicenza, and then use the camera to assist Marshal Wumser."
Vukcevich was about to accept the mission when he suddenly remembered something and asked: "What about you? Aren't you going to retreat with us?"
Beaulieu smiled bitterly and said: "We were defeated by General Frost three times in a row.
I no longer have the face to go back to see His Majesty Francis II. My battle is over. Surrendering to the French army at this time should still maintain the last bit of dignity."
Condoret immediately screamed: "No! Marshal! That madman hanged the last noble general who opposed him! He is a damn republican, he will hang every noble! Your Excellency, Marshal, come with us
Walk……"
Vukcevich sneered and said: "If you want to escape, just escape. There is no need to use the marshal as a cover."
Condore: "I am thinking about the empire. The empire cannot lose its experienced marshal!"
Vukcevich pulled out his sword and pressed the tip of the sword against Kondore: "Stop talking nonsense and get lost. If the empire needs people like you to protect it one day, it will still be destroyed."
good!"
Condoré cursed, turned around and left the headquarters' house.
The several division and brigade commanders in the room who actually held military power remained silent in a tacit agreement.
Only Vukcevich said nonchalantly: "Since Marshal you want to stay as a bait to attract wolves, then I have no reason not to take advantage of this opportunity. I am leaving, Marshal, I wish you good health."
The marshal waved his hand.
Vukcevich strode out of the room.
The marshal glanced at the remaining people and said loudly: "You can run away if you want! Just leave me to face it alone."
The officers looked at each other, not knowing who started first, but in the end they all ran towards the door.
At this moment, the sound of cavalry bugles was heard outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, a loud shouting of death rang out, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of horse hooves.
It was the crisp sound of horseshoes colliding with the stone pavement of the street.
There was chaos outside, with the neighing of horses and the screams of people being hacked to death everywhere.
The officers were all at the door. When they heard the noise, they all stopped and looked back at Marshal Beaulieu eagerly.
Finally, the door was kicked open with a loud bang, and an officer with a beautiful beard and a pipe strode into the room.
"Oh," he said, "with all those maps, this is at least a division headquarters!"
Then he saw Beaulieu.
"Wow," the officer took a drag on his pipe and blew out a smoke ring, "your beard looks very old, you must be Marshal Beaulieu! Hahaha, I didn't expect that your headquarters would still be there.
Exactly where the Corsican little man predicted! I am the cavalry commander of His Excellency General Frost, Antoine Louis Charles La Salle! I am here to capture you on the order of the general!"
Beaulieu stood up and straightened his collar: "I am Marshal Beaulieu of the Holy Roman Empire. Take me to see your general!"
La Salle: "Of course I will take you to see him. My mission is to catch you! The last time you escaped from the battlefield of the Po River, it was because I was sent by the General to block the bridge in Lodi. Do you know?
Otherwise, you would have been a prisoner of His Majesty the General!"
Beaulieu: "The fact is that I was not caught by you until now. Stop talking nonsense and take me to see General Frost."
La Salle: "Okay, old sir, can you ride a horse? I mean, you are this age, I'm afraid the horse will cause you trouble! I'd better build a carriage for you!"
The marshal nodded: "If there is a carriage, I will trouble you."
Lasalle gave a few simple instructions, and then his deputy ran away in a hurry.
Lazarus opened the door respectfully and made a gesture of invitation to the marshal.
The marshal walked out of the room slowly, bathing in the winter sunshine. At this moment, several cavalrymen escorted Condoré from a distance.
The leader of the cavalry team, Lasalle, saluted: "Report, we went out for reconnaissance in the direction of the Adige River and caught this guy."
Marshal Beaulieu was shocked and hurried to see if the cavalry had captured Vukcevich together.
Fortunately, Vukcevich's face did not appear among the cavalry.
And Condoré shouted: "I am a noble, how dare you tie me up like firewood?"
La Salle burst out laughing: "Oh, hoho, nobles! Your Excellency the General only respects one kind of nobles, and that is the nobles who serve him in his Afterglow Knights! Do you know how many nobles your Excellency the General has hanged?"
Condorei roared angrily: "You barbarians, you uukanshu www.uukanshu.com country bastards! We are nobles of the Holy Roman Empire! Does Rome know!"
La Salle: "You must have never read the works of Mr. Voltaire, right? Mr. Voltaire was the theoretical founder of the French Revolution. Do you know what he said about that Habsburg thing? He said
, 'This rag is neither sacred, nor Roman, nor even an empire'. The nobles of Rome have to wear purple, I mean, the real Rome. What is this on you?"
Condorei was completely unable to refute, and his face turned red after holding it in for a long time.
Beaulieu: "So when you are attending various dance salons, you really should take time to read some books, Condoré."
Condorei ignored it and continued to shout: "I am a nobleman of Vienna! My grandfather is..."
Lazarus took off his gloves and threw them in Condoré's face.
"You always say that you are a noble, so I will give you a chance to duel like a noble! To be honest, I really want to kill you with a knife, but then I am not sure whether the general will be angry. I don't want to make you angry.
.So, let’s have a duel! Someone, please untie him!”
Lasalle's deputy said hesitantly: "Isn't this... bad?"
La Salle said carelessly: "Don't worry! Your Majesty the General is a noble killer. He has dueled with nobles countless times and enjoyed the process very much! He will definitely praise my actions!"