War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Chapter 976: Same Person, Different Fate

At the same time, rumors about the French raising ogres in the army and eating human hands and feet also spread within the German coalition.

Max Weissmann's crazy appearance gave people every reason to believe that he must have seen something too exciting to become like this.

The priests took this opportunity to publicize the holiness of this war. They were fighting against the devil and were following God's will.

The nationalists jumped out to promote that resisting national oppression and saving compatriots were selfless and just acts.

The propaganda machine of the Austrian Empire sang praises for the country and the royal family, promoting the correctness of national actions and the greatness of the royal family.

In fact, Franz also wanted to visit the military camps one by one like other time travelers, and even drink a glass with everyone.

However, the Austrian military camp was so large that he couldn't walk through it even if he walked all night. Not to mention 150,000 glasses of wine, even if they were small cups of 142 grams, they would weigh 21.3 tons.

In the end, he could only symbolically visit 15 military camps, and took a series of historical photos with the support of many people.

Even so, it took him eight hours. When Franz returned to his camp, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

The strong sense of fatigue made him fall asleep.

The ladies who accompanied him all night were expecting something to happen, but they were asked to leave the temporary house by two maids on the grounds that they might disturb the Archduke's rest.

However, for these ladies, being able to travel with the Crown Prince of the Austrian Empire was already a capital, and it was completely reasonable for them to exaggerate it because it was so dark and late.

As for why Franz had to bring these flies that he didn't like, the answer was to follow the local customs.

A noble young man like Franz would be considered unfit if he didn't have ladies or mistresses around him.

Either his family was unfit, or he himself was unfit.

At this time, the Austrian Empire was thriving. If Franz traveled without two ladies by his side, on the one hand, he would become a topic of conversation in the upper class, and on the other hand, the next time he would be courted by a beautiful man, it might not be a beautiful woman.

Unlike Franz, who was merciful everywhere, Archduke Albrecht and his army were already nationalistic at this time, and they did not show any mercy to the main force of La Mosilier in Saarburg.

La Mosilier felt that Albrecht's troops were not many, and his side occupied a favorable terrain. Even if he could not win, it would not be a problem to defend the fortress.

However, in the first direct confrontation between the two sides, he knew that his troops could not defeat the army in front of him in an encounter.

Facing the pursuit of the coalition forces, La Mosilier did much better than Bonnot de Couron.

He did not waste his precious cavalry to block the gap, but sent a supervision team to directly separate the part of the people who could not get rid of the pursuit from his main force.

The fate of those abandoned French troops was naturally only one, that is, death.

The wars of nationalists in this era were even more brutal than those in the barbaric era. Especially those soldiers who were deeply influenced by nationalism had already been ignited after seeing their compatriots who fled with their elderly and children, and those who left with corpses and wounded soldiers after holding on for several days.

Capturing prisoners? No way! They just wanted to kill each other, or be killed by each other.

All the French soldiers who fell on the battlefield were stabbed to prevent them from pretending to be dead or not dead.

Lamosilier's decisiveness made him lose only a small number of troops, so he was still confident in defending Salbourg.

Since both sides were marching in secret, there were no military observers from other countries in either army.

Salbourg.

Listening to the heavy artillery outside, Lamosilier suddenly felt that his M1841 six-pound small Napoleon field gun was not so good.

"The Austrians' heavy artillery is really powerful!"

The Lamosilier Corps suffered two defeats in a row. At this time, the command system was almost entirely new faces, and more than half of them died in the previous attack.

"The Austrians' guns are all copied from ours!"

"Those are just scrap metal, they just make a lot of noise!"

"If you like, Marshal, I'll send someone to steal a few guns when it gets dark."

Blind arrogance and flattery are the bureaucratic style of the Second French Republic at this time. Lamosilier could only sigh helplessly.

He still missed his old subordinates. These newcomers only said some irrelevant big words and empty words.

But no matter what, as long as he defended Sallebourg, he at least had the merit of recovering Lorraine, and he was at least a hero of France.

The coalition's artillery shells and rockets poured into the ruins of Sallebourg like they were free, and the French army's main six-pound guns had no chance to fight back.

Lamosilier has made up his mind to develop larger caliber field guns to adapt to the new battlefield environment after the battle.

"Marshal! The continuous bombardment of the German coalition has caused considerable casualties to our army, and more importantly, the morale of the soldiers is very low."

Lamosilier said to the staff officer in front of him who was full of worry.

"Young man, I know you are very scared. But the Germans have no wings and they can't pass us. As long as we stay here, Lorraine is ours.

For the glory of the Second French Republic! We must hold on until the last moment!"

The staff officer still said with some worry.

"But according to intelligence from Italy, the Austrians have indeed mastered a flying weapon, and it has been confirmed by the Papal State.

Pope Pius IX himself even gave him the title of "Archangel of Slaughter"

Lamosilière couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

"To listen to those magicians, it is better to believe that Pius IX is the spokesperson of God! They just like to use gods and ghosts to deceive the stupid people.

I suggest you read more "Nature" and "Science", which can keep you away from those magicians. "

“Aren’t these two magazines Austrian publications?”

The young staff officer asked with some confusion.

Lamosilier could only smile awkwardly.

"As long as it's useful to us, it doesn't matter which country it's a magazine from! Anyway, Austrians can fly, and I, La Mosierier, don't believe it!"

However, what Lamosilier didn't know was that just when he felt that he had defended Salburg impregnably, small units of the German Allied Forces had already circled around his rear.

The Swiss Expeditionary Force of the Second French Republic only had more than 20,000 people, but Emenabre Pellissier felt that he could at least reach Tyrol.

After all, according to the previous records of French military observers in Switzerland, the so-called Swiss Civil War is not even a fight between rookies, it is simply a war between indigenous tribes.

Apart from being bloody and cruel, it is almost useless. No French military cadet would fight such a stupid battle.

An army of hundreds of thousands was actually being thrown around by tens of thousands. His elite troops must be far superior to the Austrian's motley troops.

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