Chapter 1001: A New Way to Throw Oneself Into Someone's Arms

If Ruibi had followed Ruibi's idea and found a deserted place to directly deal with these two unsafe factors that could destabilize the situation, there would be so many dead people on the battlefield anyway, and the coroner would be one of our own, so it would be great if no one could notice.

"So complicated!"

Ruibi pouted and said. The two unsuspecting soldiers even thought the little nun in front of them was a bit cute. Only Ace knew his sister's character and hurriedly cut a piece of pork ribs for her and said pretending to be angry.

"Eat while you're at it."

Ruibi skipped away with the plate, but she was still thinking.

"It turns out that there are so many criminals in the Austrian Empire. The workload before 1848 was obviously very small, but no matter what, I have to protect my home and my family."

After interrogating Franz, the other party finally figured out why Bono de Cullen's army was so vulnerable.

The crux of the problem lies in Franz's pre-war rumors. The rumors that the German Allied Forces were attacking Kolmar spread at an alarming speed, and it took less than a day for everyone to know about it.

Almost all French officers believed this rumor firmly, because at this time they were besieged in Colmar and were cut off from all news and supplies, and the developed water system of the Upper and Lower Rhine Provinces was really suitable for an attack.

Some French officers even felt that the Austrians had captured Colmar and were heading towards the hinterland of France. This conjecture was completely reasonable, because there were no strong fortresses along the way, let alone organized troops.

All the troops from the nearby provinces were trapped in Celesta, and they could not understand the point of holding on to the city.

The soldiers of the frontier army were afraid that the German Allied Forces would do the same thing to their families and homes after entering areas such as the Upper Rhine Province.

Bono de Cullen also believed that these things were entirely possible, but he could not admit that he had done something wrong, let alone give up Celesta City, because he had lost the protection of the city, and he had no confidence in fighting an encounter in the wild.

So Bono de Cullen insisted that this was a rumor, but on the next day he could not withstand the pressure and sent a colonel staff officer from his headquarters to find the weak points of the siege and prepare to break out.

However, the officers and soldiers in the French army could not wait any longer, and they decided to force Bono de Cullen to return to Colmar's aid.

Because the tragedy of Alsace was still fresh in their minds, they could not guarantee whether the Germans would do more excessively after they rushed into French territory.

Even if the land is not burned to the ground, just routine rape and robbery are unacceptable to them.

As a result, at this critical juncture of military defiance, Fanny Cote rushed in with her Legion of Orleans. The officers were all at the headquarters admonishing the soldiers. Fanny Cote's random collision directly paralyzed the entire command system of the Bono de Cullen Corps.

After the massive pressure of the German Allied Forces and the counterattack of the residents in the city, Bono de Cullen could only break through with his own troops.

Fortunately, Franz deliberately left a large gap, and Bono de Cullen escaped from the encirclement with more than 3,000 people.

Although it was Franz's intention, he still had to show off. The Royal Dragoons directly under Franz were responsible for the pursuit. More than 3,000 cavalrymen chased and killed more than 1,000 people.

It seems that the biggest credit for this battle is Franz himself.

As for the more than 30,000 prisoners, in order to prevent the residents of Celesta and the coalition forces from killing and venting their anger, they were required to build a prisoner of war camp five kilometers away from the city to lock themselves up.

But before that, they must be identified by the residents of the Celesta area, and those who have committed war crimes will be handed over to the Celesta Council.

After the situation stabilizes, the prisoner-of-war camp will also be handed over to the Orleans government, and in addition to the necessary defense forces, the coalition forces will devote themselves wholeheartedly to the reconstruction of the Celesta area.

Although the battle was won, there were still some remaining French troops resisting in the city, and the cleaning work had not been completed. For safety reasons, the commanders of the coalition forces, including Fanny Cote, did not actually enter the city.

Fanny Cote had been running among the ruins for a day carrying the flag. She was in pain all over her body, but she kept gritting her teeth for the sake of her own image. But when she heard the laughter coming from the direction of Franz’s main tent, she felt relieved. I can't stand it any longer.

Ignoring the obstruction of her subordinates, the Duchess rode straight towards the Chinese army's tent. She wanted to refute these monsters.

Fanny Cote was galloping in the army while making up her mind. With a burst of exclamation, she finally rushed in front of this group of lustful scum.

The duchess thought that it would be best to ride her horse across the bonfire in front of her and frighten the coward until he collapsed to the ground.

Normally, her beloved horse would be able to carry her through the flames, but at this time her horse had been tired for a day, and the running along the way had exhausted its horsepower.

As a result, Fanny Cotter's horse came to a screeching halt in front of the bonfire, and she was the only one flying over.

Fortunately, Franz's body was strong enough to catch her in time. The duchess was held in Franz's arms, and she was at a loss for a moment.

Franz was also confused. He was just making fun of the situation as a matter of routine. After all, Mayor Blanqui led the Celesta councilors to come to congratulate him. Franz also wanted to give him face. As for the garbage in the coalition, it was just the right thing to do. Come in handy.

Blanqui did not like to curry favor with the rich and powerful, but the only person who could solve the post-war livelihood problems in the Celesta region at this time was not Louis Philippe, nor the heroine, but Franz.

Blanqui knew better than anyone what the level of the Orleans Dynasty was, and he knew even better that the government was extremely poor.

As for Duchess Fanny Cote, she was very brave and people loved her, but love could not be eaten.

Only Franz, the crown prince of the Austrian Empire, the commander-in-chief of the German coalition forces, and the nominal emperor of the German Empire (who did not accept the crown).

This foreigner was able to solve the food problem of Celesta, and even Alsace and Lorraine, with a population of nearly one million.

Fortunately, Franz had a plan long ago, and the hundreds of pages of plans made Blanqui and the parliamentarians shed tears.

Franz had thought of all aspects of the post-war period, and was even willing to take the initiative to leave some soldiers to help participate in the reconstruction work.

Blanqui and the parliamentarians of Celesta could not believe this was true. After all, if it was in the past, it would be good if the government did not take the opportunity to make a big profit.

At this time, the Austrian Empire was willing to provide a large amount of low-interest or even interest-free loans, which was a great help to those who really cared about the people.

As for some of the additional conditions, they seemed completely reasonable and reasonable to them. After all, what was wrong with letting Germans learn German in a place where Germans gathered?

Just when the guests and hosts were having a great time, the Duchess suddenly rushed into the venue on horseback, and then was thrown from the horse and fell into the arms of Archduke Franz.

The scene was very embarrassing for a while, and the whole venue became quiet. People could even hear the heavy snorts of horses and the crackling sounds of burning firewood.

Until someone applauded.