Chapter 2273 Poseidon’s Winter Banquet (15)

It was the winter of 1671 when William III inspected the defense lines of the Dutch Republic, but the British and French forces began their offensive in June 1672.

Fortunately it was not winter. If Amsterdam had frozen as it did in 1792, the French army would have been able to cross the river on the ice.

There are many things that "historians" like her don't expect. The winter in the Netherlands is not only cold, but also very wet. It seems to rain for half of the year. Unfortunately, the rain is not very heavy.

When exercising outdoors, you can't tell whether it's rain or sweat. Such humidity makes the land soft and muddy, and a carriage adapted to French soil can easily get stuck in the mire.

The flood caused by digging the seawall receded in July, and the French army was able to continue to advance. As it got farther and farther away from the French mainland, the supply line was also stretched, so in November of the same year, William III led his army to attack Mars

Tricht.

The city was located on the Maas River, close to Germany. At that time, William III had formed an alliance with Spain and Brandenburg. Although the French reoccupied Maastricht the following year, the war broke out again.

After the change, Admiral Luteuil defeated the British and French fleets, forcing Britain to end its intervention through the Treaty of Westminster. Then France slowly pulled out the Dutch territory, except for Maastricht.

Napoleon's carriage was unremarkable on the outside, but it was very comfortable inside. There was a sofa that could be used as a bed, and he could sleep in it.

There are many locked drawers in the carriage, which contain reports and urgent documents. There is a lamp hanging on the ceiling of the back seat, which can be used to illuminate the entire carriage. There is also an itinerary hanging in the front, which lists the things he must do.

The name of the place passed through, Brussels was crossed out and replaced by Maastricht.

Lille was also crossed out and replaced by Liège and Namur. Comparing the map next to it, they almost walked along the Meuse River and around the Ardennes Forest.

The Ardennes Forest is a strategic highland with complex terrain, but the armored division composed of tanks commanded by Rommel moved through it unimpeded. The experience of past wars has been destroyed by technological progress. Even Namur, the most indestructible city in Europe,

The fortress was also captured in World War I.

On the coachman's seat, only Rustam controlled six horses. The carriage was surrounded by a large group of riding adjutants, guards and light cavalry. The hooves of many people and horses trampled the already muddy road more like mud.

Pond, the hot breath exhaled by the horses quickly disappeared into the hazy mist and rain.

With such poor visibility, it is necessary to light the headlights even during the day. An ordinary carriage light is a candle in a glass container. There is a lit spring under the candle to support the lighted candle so that the flame burns smoothly.

There is mirror reflection behind the candle, allowing the light to spread near the carriage, reminding oncoming vehicles, pedestrians, and equestrians to avoid it. However, when the wick is burning, the clean glass is easily blackened by smoke, and the lights on the road are not always positive.

As a result, many horses will be frightened by the moving lights of headlights.

However, the carriage lights for patrolling the convoy have been improved and use gas lights. Although the French did not let the Soho steam engine installation engineer who likes to study gas lights come to France, they did have one who lectured in the theater all day long and demonstrated his invention.

The Germans got their chance, and with Fresnel's new lighthouse, Bonaparte's carriage lights were as bright as two full moons.

The carriages traveling with them were much darker in comparison and looked very non-existent, especially the carriages of the old nobles. They still used candles, and they were somewhat neglected to clean them. The lampshades were a bit dirty, which reminded them of their tight income.

, maybe they didn’t have money to pay the driver and maintain the carriage, and the road was bumpy, and the wheels made a noise that made people worry that it would fall apart at any time.

In order to work and handle government affairs in the carriage, he needed a stable tabletop. A shock-absorbing device was installed at the bottom of his carriage. It was not modified by Edgeworth for him, but a device he designed himself to reduce friction while traveling.

, not as comfortable as her carriage.

The new technology proposed by Edgeworth for carriages carried on rails requires enlarging the wheels and lowering the main body of the carriage so that it does not tip over. Others think that the chassis is too low and the carriage can easily scratch the ground and cannot adapt to many situations.

The terrain is difficult to navigate, and this kind of carriage is not easy to drive, and the road will be very bumpy.

Why is there such a problem of bumping when there are already rails? British engineers generally believe that the most important thing is to prevent the wheels from derailing. For this purpose, they have specially designed wheels that can tightly jam the rails. This kind of special wheels is certainly not suitable.

Use all terrain.

No one in the 20th century had ever seen train wheels installed on cars. In short, this large group of people made the Belgian farmers on the roadside stunned.

The tulip "Forever Augustus" that Adrian had given to Georgiana the night before was now placed in a glass vase in his carriage. This flower has beautiful red and white patterns, but has no fragrance.

It's also possible that he had it, but it was covered up by the cologne smell on his body.

She reached out and pulled the flowers over, wanting to smell if there was really no fragrance inside, but he stopped her.

"Just take a look."

So she took her hand back and wrapped it in the blanket.

"The bulbs of tulips look like onions." She said in a hoarse voice. "There was a sailor who had been wandering on the sea for three years. When he came to Amsterdam, he saw an 'onion' on the counter of the warehouse. He happened to eat herrings.

When there was a shortage of seasoning, the onion was taken away, but the bulb was actually the bulb of 'Forever Augustus', worth 3,000 guilders. The merchant sent his servants to look for it like crazy but could not find it. It was only later discovered that

It was eaten by the sailor, and there were only two bites left. What do you think happened next?"

He didn't answer.

"He could have caught the sailor and thrown him into prison, but the businessman suddenly woke up. I guess many people who heard this story did the same, and the tulip bubble burst overnight. It was like the magic failed, and everything

Everyone was eager to sell the bulbs in their hands, but no one bought them. The Dutch called this transaction windhandel, which means 'trade in the wind'. It was as fragile as a piece of paper fluttering in the wind. So many clergymen preached,

It was useless to warn the world, but a sailor succeeded."

"What do you want to do?" he said impatiently.

"I want to exchange a painting by Claude Laurent with Turner." She grabbed his arm and said coquettishly, "Okay~"

He soon had a smile.

"You agreed?" she said happily.

He somehow stopped laughing again.

"You know who carved the sculpture of Calypso you chose." He fiddled with her fingers and said happily, "I can be angry with you, just like you are angry with me, but I choose to forgive you, and Qia

Unlike you, she has a fiancé and a good reputation."

"Oh, I have no reputation?" she said angrily.

"What do you think our reputation is now?" He stretched out his hand to open the curtains, but she quickly stopped him.

She found that he was not suitable for working in a carriage because he was prone to act impulsively. The carriage was still driving at the moment. If nothing happened, he would be able to reach Mechelen in the afternoon. After all, the straight-line distance between Antwerp and Mechelen was only more than 20 kilometers.

"Why don't you let me go to your carriage?" he asked a little suspiciously.

"My car is full of unmarried girls." She said angrily, "What do you think I want to do? Do you also think I am a spy?"

He was actually really thinking about this possibility.

"Asshole!" she yelled angrily and started looking for something to wear.

"If I hadn't dreamed," he said softly, "How could you have come?"

"Who do you think I am? A descending angel?" she said in disbelief.

He laughed bitterly.

"You are not real." He covered his face and said, "You are an illusion."

She felt a little pitiful for him, and felt pity for herself, because he had been dead for two hundred years.

This is an impossible encounter, don't dream about it.

"I want to take the mango," she said, "even though its cry is not that nice."

"I'm not going to stop for this." He lowered his hand. "Just like me, imagine it's here."

She ignored him, took a tulip, and transformed into a miniature flamingo using transfiguration.

"Do it again." He said suddenly.

She had just picked the flowers and wanted to perform the original "trick", but found that he was not referring to turning into a flamingo.

"Others will say you are a fool." She pushed him away and said.

But he smiled.

"Let them talk." He said proudly, lifting the blanket from her body.
Chapter completed!