Chapter 993: Random Life

Belgium was originally a wedge for the British Empire to drive into the European continent, but due to the activeness of an ant, this wedge was removed, which put the British Empire in an unprecedented passive position in diplomacy.

The diplomatic environment that was favorable to the British Empire was gone forever, and every diplomatic event that Britain participated in afterwards was almost a disaster.

Including the anti-imperialist alliance at this time, the undefeated soldiers led by their undefeated generals had a bad start and are still missing.

The French worked very hard, but it is an indisputable fact that their Great Eastern Fleet stabbed the British New Mediterranean Fleet in the back.

As for Poland, Serbia and the Ottoman Empire, there was no news. The British Foreign Office has sent people to urge the three countries to join the war as soon as possible.

After returning to Paris, Chubais Randall told Dan Gira what the British said and their attitude.

The new leader of the National Newspaper, the actual head of the Second French Republic at this time, immediately came to a conclusion: France’s sincerity was not enough to impress the British.

So he immediately issued orders to all war zones through Congress to win quickly.

But he naturally did not say that he wanted to let the British see his value, but to show the style of the French nation and reflect the superiority of the new system over the old system.

Belgium, Brussels.

Henri Arsene slowly put down the exquisite imperial porcelain in his hand, then crumpled up the latest order from Paris and threw it aside casually.

"General, this is an order from Congress."

The adjutant on the side quickly picked it up and said.

"How many of those idiots in Congress understand military affairs? How many of those so-called generals have attended military academies? Why should I obey their orders?"

Henri Arsene's series of questions made the adjutants and staff in the hall speechless.

He was very satisfied with the expressions of the crowd, and then asked and answered himself.

"I am the supreme commander on the battlefield. I know very well that no one knows better than me how to win.

A qualified general's only duty is to win, not to curry favor with those stupid superiors and ridiculous politicians."

Henry Arsene sat back in his chair and glanced at everyone.

"And you just need to obey."

"Yes, sir!"

The officers under Henry Arsene still admired him very much, because at this time, among the five armies of France, only their losses were the smallest and the victories were the most.

"Report the latest battle situation."

"Yes, General. Yesterday, General Odor defeated the Antwerp Corps of the Netherlands at the Erd River. Now they should have entered the city of Ghent. It is just around the corner for us to recover the province of East Flanders."

Another staff officer stood up, his face was not very good.

"The German Confederation's army invaded from multiple directions, and General Medis has repelled the enemy's nine attacks in succession."

Henry Arsene didn't seem to care.

"How many of the five lines of defense I set up have they broken through?"

The staff officer scratched his head and said awkwardly.

"Not even one at the moment."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"But the German coalition forces are at least three times ours, and you have allocated half of the troops to General Aldo to attack the Netherlands. I"

"It's just a mob, there's nothing to worry about. I'm fishing, fishing for a big fish.

This big fish deliberately let Brussels go to us, hoping that we can follow his wishes and walk step by step into the trap he designed.

If it were my stupid, arrogant, and book-loving colleagues, they would have probably entered his encirclement by now.

But unfortunately I'm not, I want to put an end to that old era."

Saarburg.

Lamosilier looked at the orders on the table, then at the demoralized soldiers outside, and spread his hands.

"When the morale of the army is restored, we will take the initiative to attack. In addition, please tell Mr. Dan Gira and the members of parliament that our army has recovered the Lorraine region."

At this time, the clock hands pointed to eleven o'clock, and the sound of artillery sounded outside on time. Every day between eleven and one o'clock, the German coalition would bombard outside for two hours.

At first, the French army thought that it was the pre-war preparation of the German coalition, but in fact it seemed to be just a routine.

After the first day of the battle, the German coalition never launched an attack again.

The officers didn't understand why the German coalition, which had an advantage, didn't launch an attack, because the longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the German coalition.

But Lamosilier seemed to understand something, and he still had some understanding of the German coalition.

The so-called German coalition was actually a patchwork of troops from various German states. Let them fight with all their enthusiasm.

But when they calm down, they will be worried about gains and losses and hesitate to move forward. After all, they are only temporary allies, and they will still be wary of each other after the war.

In fact, in the previous battle, Lamosilier discovered the problem. Whether it was the front row fighting bloody or the pursuit, they were all Austrian soldiers.

However, the commander of this army is an Austrian after all, and he is also a member of the royal family. It is normal for them to regard the army as their own property and not want to consume it.

Most of the commanders of other states also hold this mentality, so they would rather do these useless efforts than try to win.

The most important thing is that Salbourg is still a fortress anyway. The French army is undoubtedly in an advantageous terrain at this time. Even if the German coalition forces try their best, the chances of winning are still small.

Now Lamosilier's idea is to defend Salbourg as solid as a rock, and then wait for the German coalition forces to rush in.

Celesta City.

Bono de Couron saw the order from Paris and could only smile bitterly. The dark German coalition forces outside were searching for the French soldiers hiding.

Turin Royal Palace.

As an excellent political worker, Bellevue's words are naturally very good.

After expressing his determination passionately, he told the special envoy from Paris that the Italian Corps must take over northern Italy as soon as possible to reassure Paris.

Military parade in the morning, banquet in the afternoon, dance in the evening, food, wine, beauties, plus some priceless artworks and precious metals are clearly arranged for the special envoy.

Vienna, Austria.

Using war to promote peace has always been Franz's diplomatic principle. The Austrian Navy's great victory in the Mediterranean was naturally not to anger the British, but to communicate with them in a way that they could understand more easily.

The composition of the diplomatic mission sent by the Austrian Empire to Britain is also very interesting. There are not many diplomats in the entire mission.

On the contrary, the mission was led by Baron Karl von Bruck, the Austrian Finance Minister and President of the Imperial Central Bank.

The members of the mission included a large number of bankers and actuaries including Luther Siner, President of the Austrian Federation of Industry and Commerce, and the President of the Arties Consortium, as well as economists such as the old Böhm-Bawerk.