An Ning received the order from the parliament on May 17.
"According to the latest resolution of the Parliament, you must launch a cross-border combat operation against the Rhineland as soon as possible."
An Ning looked at the order, her brows twisted into knots: "What the hell?"
The special commissioner who sent the order was a young man. Seeing An Ning's attitude, he repeated the order in a condescending tone: "You must launch cross-border attacks on the Rhineland as soon as possible..."
"I know what the order is, but I'm asking why there is such a thing?" An Ning interrupted the young commissioner, "I thought the commissioner was here to work for the army."
Anning had just won a great victory, and the National Assembly in Paris had not responded yet, but the National Assembly in various places had sent a lot of labor supplies.
He originally thought that the National Assembly would also express something, but he did not expect that what was sent was an order urging the continued attack on the national border.
And it was sent by such a "special correspondent" who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.
An Ning looked at the special correspondent carefully: his face looked childish, his clothes didn't fit him well, and maybe because he wasn't used to wearing such good clothes, his posture was a little restrained.
He was probably a newcomer who came to prominence through good luck after the Jacobins seized power.
"Laojun..." the young commissioner hesitated, "This...maybe the parliament has neglected it, but the order of the parliament is also very important! If you want to recruit laborers, I can write to the parliament and ask them to send people, but the attack
Action must be initiated immediately!"
An Ning: "No, our army does not have enough supplies to support a cross-border expedition."
The special correspondent was stunned for a moment. Apparently An Ning's answer was beyond his expectation. After a brief silence, he asked: "Why not? The expedition in Italy obviously went smoothly!"
"That's because the south is relatively stable and can organize enough transportation capacity to transport supplies, and the Italian side also has the support of the newly established Republic of Milan. The most important thing is that the Italian Legion has fewer people. The objective situation in the north makes us
It is impossible to organize an expedition across the border within a short period of time."
Special Commissioner: “What about reducing the number of troops sent out?”
An Ning looked at the commissioner with his mouth wide open, as if looking at a madman: "Although we won the victory, we basically did not engage in a battle of annihilation. The enemy should be able to recover the scattered troops soon. Crossing the border with fewer troops is
Seeking death, our army’s training level is still low.”
An Ning paused: "Unless the elite troops garrisoning Paris are mobilized. Are you sure you want me to mobilize the garrison troops to attack the Rhine? Paris will only be protected by newly formed troops that have not even been trained?"
Commissioner: "Then...the orders of the parliament must be implemented anyway!"
"The order of the Parliament is unreasonable. As the military commander of France, I have the right to refuse unreasonable orders! Go back to the Parliament and say that General Frost has declared that now is not a good time to attack the Rhineland. We need to train."
The troops need to organize their logistics and stockpile supplies!"
Commissioner: "But..."
"Just go back and tell me exactly what I said! Now get out of here!"
The young correspondent rolled away in a daze.
Berthier, who had been silent until now, spoke up and said, "Is this really good for the commissioners of the Parliament?"
An Ning: "What's the good thing? Can the parliament still remove me from the post of commander?"
"What if the Assembly really withdraws you?" Berthier asked.
Murat, who was nearby, immediately turned around and ran away as soon as he heard this question, probably because he felt that this was not something he should hear.
When Ney saw this, he followed suit.
But before they could escape, An Ning answered: "Even if I obey the parliament's arrangements and give up command, my troops will not agree. In order to avoid the mutiny of the troops causing greater chaos, I can only ignore the parliament's orders.
The so-called order. The council will definitely understand my good intentions."
If the parliament doesn't understand, use straightforward methods to make them understand.
Like grapeshot.
An Ning didn't realize that at this time, he thought about these contents without any conflict at all, and the related ideas appeared in his mind very logically.
At least in his own mind, he was ready to carry out a de facto military dictatorship, but he was not aware of it.
Berthier also looked at An Ning with a complicated look.
Murat and Ney, who didn't have time to run, were both stuck on the spot, at a loss.
An Ning didn't think there was any problem and continued to talk about business: "In order to ensure the security of the border, we need to strengthen the garrison in two fortresses and a series of border cities. The supply issue will be solved by Kano and the local National Assembly. The other is the rebellion.
I think we can promote Dumas, Kleber and Moreau, who have performed outstandingly in recent battles, as commanders of the counter-rebellion army."
Berthier: "Kléber and Moreau are fine, but Dumas is a black man."
"What's wrong with black people? As long as they have talent, they can command the army. This is the biggest difference between the army of the Republic and the army of the Old Kingdom!
"This can be used as an excellent propaganda example!" An Ning said in an unquestionable tone, "I will personally write to Kano and promote them."
Berthier reminded: "The rank of general requires parliamentary approval."
"Do you actually need the approval of the parliament? Damn it." An Ning cursed, "Okay, then I will write a letter in person to ask the parliament to approve the appointment of their generals."
An Ning paused: "It seems I need to go back to Paris first."
Berthier: "You have achieved such a brilliant victory less than half a month after leaving Paris. Paris will definitely welcome you warmly."
An Ning: "I believe they will."
At this time, a soldier entered the headquarters: "General, there is an envoy from Lyon outside."
An Ning raised her eyebrows: "Lion? That's far enough."
Berthier: "Is there something wrong with your father?"
An Ning frowned. To be honest, he had no feelings for his parents in this time and space. He just kept sending them money to avoid his responsibilities as a son.
Things have always been fine, because there are few literate people in his family, so he has to find someone to write for him, which is very inconvenient.
Is direct interaction with parents inevitable?
An Ning didn't think about it and said to the soldier who reported the news: "Let the messenger come in."
The soldier immediately made way and said to the outside: "Mr. Messenger, please come in."
A well-dressed gentleman entered the room, followed by a young servant holding a stick wrapped in oil paper.
The gentleman took off his hat to An Ning: "Your Excellency General, I would like to say hello to you on behalf of Mr. Fouche!"
——It turned out to be Fouche, the chameleon.
An Ning felt relieved a little: "I received his greetings, is there anything else?"
"That's right, Mr. Fouche has prepared a small gift for you."
As he spoke, the gentleman took the stick-shaped object from the servant's hand and carefully tore open the oil paper.
Then a pure gold flagpole appeared in front of An Ning, with an eagle spreading its wings carved on the head of the flagpole.
Gentleman: "The style of the eagle emblem imitates the Roman eagle emblem in the album. Mr. Fouche thinks you will like it."
An Ning finally closed her mouth: "Yes, yes, I 'like it very much'."
Damn it, I'm not Napoleon, I don't really want the eagle emblem!