Chapter 237 Frost's Golden Spears Show Their Might
Chapter 237 Frost’s Golden Lancers Show Their Power
The coalition forces began to attack.
Prince Schwarzenberg, the commander of the coalition forces, stood on the high ground by the river and used a telescope to observe the situation on the other side.
Then he saw Frost's small table.
"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, "How arrogant, and has 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.
After the Seven Years' War, I went to North America to participate in the colonial war of independence. Maybe it was the Chief of Staff who was actually commanding the battlefield."
Prince Schwarzenberg curled his lips.
At this time, a lieutenant colonel suddenly ran up and reported to the prince: "Report, we have captured a French nobleman who surrendered!"
Schwarzenberg was overjoyed: "Really? Bring it up immediately!"
After a while, a nobleman wearing civilian clothes was brought up. The prince looked at this man with some disdain and couldn't help but ask: "Where are your wig and pants? Where are your stockings and high heels?"
In this era, wigs, trousers, stockings and high heels were all common attire for aristocrats (male aristocrats).
But the nobleman in front of him didn't have any. He was still wearing the same trousers as the trousers guys. The trousers were stained with mud and dirty.
The nobleman replied: "If I wear that kind of clothes, I can't even leave the city of Paris. The mobs are arresting people dressed in 'old-school aristocratic clothing' everywhere and sending us to the guillotine without trial. Your Highness, please come to Paris as soon as possible."
Go and restore orthodox order!"
The prince glanced at the French army on the other side of the river. He did not answer directly, but asked a question: "How did you cross the enemy's line and run over?"
"I came from Paris. I did not go to the other side of the Marne River, but walked all the way from the north bank of the river. If you are willing, you can also 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 are no roads to transport supplies for us. A single person on horseback can walk through a small road, but a large army must take a route that can maintain supplies."
Yes, large troop movements in this era must follow roads. It's a bit like the game "Nobunaga's Ambition Reborn". Troops are bound by the road network and cannot freely decide where to go.
So Schwarzenberg had to cross the river here and then follow the road straight to Paris.
As for water navigation, the upper reaches of the Marne River are not suitable for navigation, and it only becomes suitable for navigation from the lower reaches close to Paris.
It was through the Marne River that the French transported Champagne produced in Epernay to Paris, as well as a small amount of grapes suitable for direct consumption.
Schwarzenberg told this to the nobleman, who was confused: "Ah, yes, is that so?"
Schwarzenberg frowned: "Most nobles should have received military education, right? At least they will have 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 hiding his disdain at all.
At this moment, the French noble suddenly remembered something and said to Schwarzenberg hastily: "By the way, I still have key information! Frost did not lead his direct troops, but sent him from the south.
The troops he brought over were all placed around Paris to serve as some kind of general reserve force. The troops under his command now are all temporarily recruited trousers!
"These troops have hardly received any decent training. They just stuff a gun and a military uniform and they are considered soldiers. Your Highness will be able to easily defeat such a rabble!"
Schwarzenberg's chief of staff smiled: "This is good news."
The prince nodded: "Yes, 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 to form a commando team and let them push the pontoon forward in the water!"
Schwarzenberg nodded: "Order the troops to start taking action! Once the commando team sets up the pontoon bridge, the entire 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 bridge and began to build a bridge on the Marne River.
So he asked Berthier: "Is there any way to stop them from erecting the pontoon bridge?"
Berthier: "The river is too wide. If you hit the other side with a musket, your hit will only depend on your fate."
An Ning: "I remember that our breech-loading rifle can achieve relatively effective hits at a distance of only two hundred meters?"
Berthier immediately replied: "Yes. You can give it a try."
An Ning: "Pass my order, and the precision shooter company will be dispatched in a skirmish formation to snipe at the enemy who is building a bridge on the river bank."
Berthier immediately turned around and conveyed the order.
Soon, the precision shooter company left its original position and formed a skirmish formation to advance towards the river bank.
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Prince Schwarzenberg saw the movements of the precision shooter company, and he asked the surrendering nobleman next to him doubtfully: "Why are the guns carried by that group of skirmishers all golden?"
The noble replied: "Oh, that's Frost, the civilian general's guard, called the precision shooter company. Their guns are all made of gold. It is said that Frost, the bastard, melted the gold cross of the church and made it
of!"
Schwarzenberg frowned: "Oh my god, you actually did such a blasphemous thing."
"Yes, he is the devil sent by Satan, and he also confuses those ignorant trousers!"
Schwarzenberg: "But why is he sending this army to the river now? The rifle cannot shoot at such a long distance, and gold cannot increase the range of the rifle."
As soon as he finished speaking, the golden gun troops opened fire.
When the first round of gunfire came over, several engineers who were building the bridge fell down.
Schwarzenberg snorted: "Humph, these blasphemous guys have actually been fooled!"
However, the golden gun unit began to fire intensive firepower, and engineers continued to fall.
Schwarzenberg was shocked: "How can they fire so fast? With such good accuracy? Can a gun made of gold still have this effect?"
The people around looked at each other, and no one could answer the prince's doubts.
They just looked at the company, firing out fierce firepower like an infantry brigade, and constantly sending the engineers building the bridge into the west.
Schwarzenberg: "What's going on? 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 loud gunshots. When the air rifle hunters fire,
The sound was like farting..."
The French nobleman who was still nearby shouted: "It's the devil's magic!"
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 noble: "Sir, please come this way."
After the French left, the chief of staff asked Schwarzenberg: "What should we do? At this point, should we stop building bridges?"
"No! We 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 place 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 skirmish formation, so the bombardment effect will not be very good. Moreover, the enemy is still near the water, and the artillery 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 cannonball kills Frost's precious Golden Lancer, you've earned it! Let the artillery hit you hard!"