Chapter 234 At the very beginning of all battles, scout cavalry and
Chapter 234 The beginning of all battles is a duel between scout cavalry and cavalry
On the way to the Marne River, An Ning received intelligence from La Salle.
An Ning unfolded the letter on horseback.
Lazarus reported three things: First, he discovered the enemy's march in the direction of Alsace, and the flag should be that of Austrian air rifle hunters.
Second, Lassalle tried to attack the marching column of air rifle hunters and gave An Ning the air rifle he had longed for.
Thirdly, La Salle was so hungry that he ran away while riding and soiled the saddle.
An Ning imagined the scene very vividly and handed the letter to Berthier with a frown.
Berthier: "Is the situation bad? Are there more enemies coming from the direction of Alsace than expected?"
An Ning: "Uh, no, I frowned because Lazarus has become thinner."
Berthier was shocked: "What? Why did you write this in a letter reporting military situation?"
"Maybe he thinks this is military intelligence." An Ning shook her head, and then brought the topic back on track, "In short, our enemies have been served. Now we must rush to the banquet venue as soon as possible, arrange it and prepare to welcome the guests."
Berthier: "At the current marching speed, we can reach the Marne River tomorrow, and we should have one to two days to build a position."
An Ning nodded: "Very good. But we should be lenient to the enemy and order the troops to speed up! Forced march! Anyway, if the enemy hasn't come yet, we have time to rest."
Berthier: "What if the enemy comes right after we arrive?"
"Bertier, if we lose our position on the Marne River, then there will be little point in conducting field battles. This group of new recruits will be defeated by the well-trained Prussian-Austrian coalition."
An Ning had used less to defeat more in the past several times. Firstly, he had strong generals, and secondly, the training of the troops was reliable. Now, these new recruits were citizens in the city not long ago. An Ning did not want to use these people to fight with the Prussian-Austrian coalition forces in the field.
If that were the case, I might not have to rely on An Ning's own plug-in, but kill myself into the enemy group and cut down the enemy until their morale collapsed.
It's very Mount & Blade.
It's not that An Ning can't do it. With a plug-in like him, it should be very easy to rush into the crowd and open a small Wushuang.
But the problem is that the sword in reality is not like the magic weapon in the game, it can curl its edge.
The stainless steel swords of later generations may be able to cut melons and vegetables without deformation, but the swords of this era are not as strong as stainless steel...
If that time really comes, An Ning may have to carry twenty or thirty knives on his back, chop one up and then throw it away, or just pull out another one.
Where the hell did Ji Ye come from? There is an Asule in the Austrian army, right? He carries 22 knives to save you...
An Ning shook his head, but it was a pity that he had traveled through time, and even if Jiangnan finished writing Piao Miao Lu, he would not be able to read it.
Berthier: "Your Excellency?"
An Ning was suddenly freed from her distraction: "Ah, what? What were you talking about just now? I was distracted and didn't hear you. Please say it again."
Berthier: "I'm saying that the top priority now is to find out who the enemy's commander is."
An Ning: "Is this important?"
"You can infer the commander's command style based on his past achievements." Berthier glanced at An Ning, "Maybe you really don't need it."
"No, I need it. Once you get the name of the enemy commander, you can help me guess it."
Berthier: "Shall I speculate?"
"Yes, I don't know these Austrians or their past achievements." An Ning shrugged.
In fact, if the Austrian army had many famous generals, then he would probably understand the command styles of these generals through the history books of later generations.
It is a pity that in Austria during the Napoleonic era, except for Archduke Karl, everyone else was a chicken. An Ning only knew the names of those who were humiliated by Napoleon.
As for the past achievements, let alone the author of war history, would you write a big book about the achievements of a group of chickens?
Berthier looked very happy: "Okay! I will do my best to support your decision-making!"
It seemed that Berthier thought he had been given an important assignment.
As long as he's happy.
**
Prince Schwarzenberg was following his troops on horseback when he suddenly trembled.
His chief of staff immediately asked with concern: "Your Highness, have you caught a cold? Would you like to rest in the carriage for a while?"
The prince said angrily: "You bastard, where is the general who rides in a carriage when marching?"
The chief of staff immediately shut up.
At this time, a messenger galloped from the front, stopped his horse in front of the prince, and saluted: "Report to the prince, the advance guard is reporting urgently!"
The prince took the letter: "Let me see...found the French reconnaissance cavalry? Is it so fast?"
The chief of staff said worriedly: "Have the French troops already come to us? We are not as strong as the two legions advancing frontally. If the French troops swarm forward..."
Prince Schwarzenberg snorted: "According to the information we received, the regular French troops are in Sedan and Verdun, and those gathered in Paris are just a group of militiamen! No matter how many militiamen there are, they are just militiamen!"
Chief of Staff: "But Frost's team should still be in Paris. If they go out to fight us..."
"That's right, we consumed the strength of Frost's team in the battle. When the main force of the coalition forces breaks through the fortress, we will face a tired and exhausted force!"
Prince Schwarzenberg said confidently.
He seemed not to have considered the possibility of dying on the battlefield at all, and was fully intending to use his own troops to consume and tire out Frost's troops.
But his chief of staff reminded: "Your Highness, you still have the same old thinking as before. You think that even if you are defeated, there will be no accident. After all, your territory is vast and rich, and you can fully afford the ransom without blinking an eye."
Yes. However, the opponent is the army of revolutionary France, and Frost has already beheaded countless nobles."
Prince Schwarzenberg was stunned, and then big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead: "This... quickly, send the cavalry to reconnoiter in the direction of the Marne River to figure out the movements of the French army!"
**
The knights around La Salle seemed to intentionally distance themselves from him.
Mainly, the saddle of this King of Light Cavalry now looks a little darker.
Lazarus was observing the advancing enemy column in the distance.
Ever since that close-eye reconnaissance in the Adige Valley, La Salle fell in love with this method of reconnaissance that sticks to the enemy and remains in the enemy's field of vision like a dog-skin plaster.
The main reason is that this method is really exciting. Enemies who are annoyed by Lazarus are likely to send cavalry to drive Lazarus away.
For La Salle, this was a good opportunity for a cavalry duel. He had dispersed several enemy reconnaissance cavalry these days.
He blocked the enemy's reconnaissance and had an exciting cavalry duel. Lazarus loved this kind of work.
At this time, a cavalryman shouted: "Look! A new unit has appeared in the east, it's the cavalry!"
Lazarus immediately turned his telescope.
"Let me see... the flag is the 51st Hussars Regiment! Very good, brothers, there is another battle, let these Austrian turtles know who is the strongest hussars on the European continent!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a hussar ridiculed: "I don't know who is the strongest, but now everyone knows who is the stinkiest."
La Salle: "Shut the hell up! Trumpeter, blow the trumpet! Follow me!"