While the rookie generals of the French army were sharing their post-war experiences, the Austrians were also studying the battle just now.
Brigadier General Ferdinand: "What the hell is going on? Skirmishers will easily collapse when faced with an attack by line infantry! This is common sense! Why the hell doesn't the enemy follow common sense?"
No one could answer the brigadier general, and the whole room of colonels and lieutenants was silent.
A group of ragtag people resisted the regular army of the Holy Roman Empire. No one would believe this.
At this time, Colonel Bacon, the chief of staff, suddenly realized: "I understand!"
Ferdinand looked at the colonel in surprise: "What do you understand?"
"This is not a rabble at all. These are Frost's direct troops who have been fully trained and have high morale! They deliberately released the news that they are a rabble to deceive us!"
Ferdinand was shocked, but compared to being defeated by a group of rabble, this explanation was naturally more acceptable.
The colonel seemed to have discovered Columbus in the New World: "That must be the case! That cobbler, Frost, used some evil method to quickly train these people into a regular army that is not inferior to the professional army!"
Someone among the officers jumped out and pointed out the mistake: "Nonsense, how could all the regular army be stragglers? You might as well say that these are the desperadoes brought by Frost, and they are all murderous devils!"
The colonel seemed to be inspired and decisively incorporated this "suggestion" into his own system: "Yes! That's right, Frost must have recruited desperadoes to serve as officers! Those officers who are extremely fierce in combat must be heinous.
people!"
In fact, they are tinkers, tailors, printers and painters.
But at this time, no one present could emphasize this point. The pedantic nobles from the Holy Roman Empire were still using their own outdated concepts to deal with a new thing, the version of the new era.
The colonel became more and more excited: "Yes, this can explain it. Their main source of troops is the ruffians in the city, and they are led by gangsters who kill without blinking an eye. This is a completely evil army!
So we were defeated by an insidious and cunning enemy, and there is no need to feel ashamed!"
Ferdinand seemed to have finally convinced himself to accept the result.
Then he mentioned another question: "However, the order we received was to capture Babi Village, cut off the enemy's supply routes, and create conditions for the main force to annihilate the enemy. We fought for so many casualties in a day, but we didn't even touch the edge of the village.
arrive."
The colonel responded: "Simple, just report to the coalition headquarters that we have been blocked by 20,000 enemy troops and cannot break through with the existing troops. The headquarters will definitely send reinforcements!"
Ferdinand hesitated: "Twenty thousand? Judging from the news received today, there are only three brigades in front of us. After all, there are only three brigades with flags."
"The French army's brigade is larger than ours. Just say, Brigadier General, the French army has a brigade of 10,000 people, but we are facing 30,000 snipers!"
Ferdinand: "Would anyone believe this?"
"Of course, we have received information from various channels, especially the group of French nobles who defected. They said that the French army has a large number of soldiers because of the large number of people joining the army, but the lack of officers, so the establishment is too large."
Ferdinand frowned again: "The same French fugitive noble told us that Frost's army was a hastily gathered trafficker and a mob, and there was nothing to fear. So I should report that we met Frost.
A trained tiger and wolf master, or is it just a bunch of rabble?"
Colonel: "Simple, what we encountered seemed to be a mob, but it was actually a well-trained tiger and wolf division. Look, we actually attacked... I mean, we actually resisted for so long, how great is this
What an achievement!"
Ferdinand raised his eyebrows. Although the colonel's statement was full of loopholes, it would be better to find it than to admit that he was beaten by a mob.
So the brigadier general nodded: "Okay, let's report it like this and request reinforcements. Before the reinforcements arrive, should we stop the offensive and start a confrontation?"
"Of course we can't stop the offensive!" the colonel said hurriedly.
"What do you think? You can't stop the offensive. If you continue to attack, the only losses you will lose are the lives of the big soldiers and some small nobles. We have 20,000 people. We can still bear such losses today for another month and a half.
"While attacking, we are constantly evacuating the wounded. When the Duke and Marshal see these wounded soldiers, they will know that we are fighting hard!
"Besides, what if we attack continuously and the French army's tight string finally breaks?"
Ferdinand nodded repeatedly: "Okay, that makes sense. Then we will continue the attack and then ask for reinforcements. How many reinforcements do you estimate the marshal can give us?"
Colonel: "There are always 20,000! Now plus the original troops, you will be a brigadier general commanding 40,000 people. It is already larger than the largest army your father ever commanded!"
Brigadier General Ferdinand was so happy that the wrinkles on his fat face spread out.
"Forty thousand! That's great!"
**
Because of the delay in delivering news from the battlefield, An Ning didn't know that Berthier had been cut off until a day and a half later.
Moreover, Lazarus was honorably wounded in the battle in order to prevent the enemy from quickly arriving.
An Ning immediately wrote a letter calling Berthier a stupid pig.
After sending the letter, An Ning's anger subsided a little, and then he realized that there was something wrong with him.
He knew that Berthier was a mediocre person and made him acting commander.
In fact, An Ning didn't think he would stay in Paris for so long. He planned to come back to attend a funeral and return to the headquarters in a few days.
In addition, there was really no one on hand who could serve as acting commander, so he handed it over to Berthier.
He left very detailed instructions, just because he was afraid that Berthier would mess up.
As a result, despite all preparations, he couldn't help but suddenly had to stay in Paris to protect important people from a bloody terrorist storm.
To put it bluntly, after this incident, there is a reason to never let Berthier touch the baton in the future. Without this time, there is no guarantee that Berthier will not want to lead the troops himself.
Anyway, that's what happened.
It happened that things in Paris were almost over, and An Ning packed up carloads of people who needed protection and sent them back to Marseille.
Christina is involved in all aspects of security in this industry. When she goes to the front line, Christina can continue to protect important people.
It's time for An Ning to return to the battlefield.
So after An Ning wrote a letter scolding Berthier, he rushed to the Ministry of War in Paris and asked Lazar Carnot how many troops had been reorganized.
He did not nod at the Palace of Versailles himself because it was said that the Palace of Versailles could no longer accommodate any people, so the newly reorganized troops were all living in Paris.
Lazarcano obtained a bunch of noble estates from nowhere and requisitioned them into barracks for the National Guard.
After arriving at the Ministry of War, Lazar Carnot was talking to the president of the Paris Commune, the mayor of Paris. When he saw An Ning coming in, Lazar Carnot was a little surprised.
"General, why are you here?"
"You don't know yet, right? Berthier screwed up, and I have to go out to rescue him in advance." An Ning said and threw the battle report from the front line on Cano's desk.
Kano spread out the battle report and said while reading: "I usually only read today's battle report at night...Oh, my God, it's really bad. So, you are going to fight again?"
"Yes, let me ask you how many troops you can give me?"
Lazar Cano clasped his hands behind his back: "Including the troops stationed in several surrounding cities, there are about 700,000, which should be enough to deal with the 200,000 coalition troops."
An Ning was stunned: "What? Seventy thousand? Not bad, not bad, pretty good."
"It's seven hundred thousand, Your Excellency General." Lazar Xiao Kano He said, "I promised you that the reorganization of the troops can be completed by summer. Now, spring has come to an end, and it can barely be considered the beginning of summer.