For several days, South China soldiers wearing green military uniforms continued to enter the city of Rouen. When the citizens saw these heroic and high-spirited soldiers, they finally calmed down after being a little nervous.
God can testify that before the "Phoenix Legion" arrived in Rouen, what the army that came here looked like - it was the defeated French army that had fled from Sedan and other places. Those defeated soldiers walked through the urban area of Rouen.
Outdated, it is hardly an army, at most it is a group of stragglers. Their faces are covered with dirty and long beards, and their bodies are in tattered military uniforms. Since there is no regimental flag or regimental designation, all of them
They all looked exhausted, as if they had broken tendons or broken waists. Everyone was dejected, walking around like zombies.
Can such an army defend Rouen?
The answer is of course no, but the arrival of the "Phoenix Legion" now reassures the citizens of Rouen. They are not worried at all that the "Phoenix Legion" will leave here.
"The Emperor of the Phoenix Legion is in Rouen! God bless him!"
Zhu Xianhai is in Rouen, but not in the city, but in a manor of a local noble outside the city. It is close to the front line but far away from the city. An elite guard team is stationed around the manor.
This is Zhu Xianhai's main palace. As for the count's family living here, they moved to a wooden house in the manor.
At night, as usual, Zhu Xianhai sat at the long table in the study room and worked until half past two. At the end of the desk was a pile of frontline military information that had just been delivered.
Being on the front line, everything is simple. Even if there is a bedroom, he rarely goes to the bedroom to rest. Instead, he lies down directly on the sofa that serves as a bed to sleep. There are several telephones on the small table next to him.
, the telephone is connected to the frontline command post, and if necessary, he can even talk to the frontline infantry regiment. This is the advantage of the telephone.
"The Prussian offensive seems to be less violent than imagined!"
Walking to the map, Zhu Xianhai muttered to himself.
In the past three days, the Fourth Army's attack on the Nanhua Army's defense line was more of a test. Both sides were very cautious in testing each other. Although with excellent weapons, the Nanhua Army held on with a small number of troops.
Defense line, but this style of play was not in Zhu Xianhai's plan.
"You should be more proactive and attack more fiercely. The best defense is offense. You should attack with all your strength!"
Your offense is so conservative, and I'm not having a good time here either.
Staring at the map, Zhu Xianhai frowned.
Be cautious and careful!
Facing such a style of play, Zhu Xianhai was a little helpless.
"We need to think of a way to urge Count Moltke and give him some motivation!"
With this thought in his mind, Zhu Xianhai walked out of the study, holding a cigar in his hand and walking on the grass of the manor. Unknowingly, he walked to a pavilion in the garden. This was a Chinese-style pavilion, according to the owner of the manor.
It is said that this pavilion was built by their ancestors more than 100 years ago according to the drawings.
More than 100 years ago, China was not despised by Europe. In the eyes of Europeans, China, even under the rule of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, was still a mysterious, wealthy and civilized country. But decades later, with the British
The arrival of the mission resulted from the disappearance of all the good memories of China in the Ming Dynasty, and then admiration and yearning turned into contempt.
One or two hundred years ago, when Europeans were obsessed with Chinese things, the rulers in China were also obsessed with European things. That Kang Mazi liked foreign clocks and all kinds of Western gadgets, as did the so-called Shiquan old man.
, even when they built the Old Summer Palace, they also built a large number of Western-style buildings, just like the count's ancestors built this Chinese pavilion.
"Old Summer Palace..."
After taking a puff of his cigar, Zhu Xianhai stared into the distance and said to himself.
"Who doesn't have chicken intestines with a small belly?"
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On the outskirts of Orleans, several barbed wire fences surrounded a wilderness. Outside the barbed wire, French cavalry patrolling back and forth could be seen everywhere. French soldiers on guard at intersections always maintained a heavily guarded appearance.
"No approach!"
Such warning words, after the airship landed here on September 3, it has been within ten miles of the square garden. For the French, the airship is their hope to defeat the Prussians. In order to protect these airships, the Orleans National Self-Defense
The army mobilized almost all its forces.
It is precisely because of their protection that this airship force from afar has to be repaired here. The huge airships, dragged by the mooring ropes, are suspended in the fields, near the airships.
Under the tent, officers and airship crews are always discussing something. If nothing else, the topic they discuss is always how to improve bombing accuracy and how to ensure bombardment density. Basically, officers and soldiers have various tasks every day.
Such thoughts.
Of course, they have to inspect the engine and check the airship control cables every day. In the past few days, carriages have delivered truckloads of supplies here.
In addition to gasoline, bombs and artillery shells, they even received "nails" - "aviation darts" produced by a local French nail-making company. The French military had prepared everything early and was waiting for the airship. Unfortunately, they
The airship has not arrived yet... Well, it was requisitioned by the South China Army to support France.
As for the nails ordered by the French, they will naturally be sent here.
"When using aviation darts, we have to consider the spread of enemy troops, and..."
Just as Ma Guangming was discussing with his comrades how to give full play to the lethality of weapons, a signal soldier rode over from a distance. Seeing the signal soldier in a hurry, Ma Guangming said directly.
"Okay, brothers, get ready to fight!"
Sometimes intuition is very accurate. When Ma Guangming and his brothers began to prepare for the battle, Li Du, who received the telegram, glanced at it. He was stunned for a moment, then handed the telegram to Wang Xinyue and said.
"The order has been issued, and it was given by His Majesty himself!"
"His Majesty personally issued the order?"
Wang Xinyue was surprised. He never thought that this order was actually issued by His Majesty.
"Where is the target?"
Surprised, he asked immediately.
"Versailles!"
Li Du highlighted three words directly, then he looked at his subordinates and said in an extremely serious voice.
"The code name for this operation is - Sword of Justice!"