Princess Josephine's troops arrived near the town of Fontainebleau on about the seventh day after the battle, and in order to bring this ragtag army into battle, she had to send most of her guards to the rank and file as officers. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But no matter how good it is, it can't hide a lot of unimaginably inferior terms such as lack of training, insufficient armament, shortage of food and grass, extremely low morale, and so on, not to mention that compared with ordinary Imperial legions, these people may not even be able to fight the city garrison of Duke Koman's domain.

What's more, the volunteers who were originally forcibly conscripted were extremely lacking in courage, and when they left the dukedom and entered the border of Fontainebleau, some people began to escape, Josephine was too young to oppress these people too much, but the soldiers would not appreciate it, and before escaping, they would steal a lot of things and sell them to local hunters or traveling merchants, and even steal guns and some cannons!

Under the pleading of the guards, Josephine finally put on the armor and shocked these volunteers with the sharp blades in his hands and the blood of the lowly, but at this time, one-third of the cannons in the army had disappeared, and the food and grass were only enough to support the low-intensity battle for about a week, not to mention the reduction from more than 5,000 people at the time of departure to the current early 4,000s, which directly made the princess who led the army for the first time red-eyed.

When night fell, Her Royal Highness the Princess, who had been patrolling the army all day, returned to her tent, and her resolute expression suddenly fell, and she complained to the maids who gathered around: "It's really annoying! These lazy guys are so slow! ”

The maid comforted the princess as she took off her armor, "Please don't be so angry, my mistress, it's not worth being angry with you for those stinking pariahs. Josephine glanced at the maid and did not speak, in fact, as a nobleman among nobles, the princess of the empire did not need to personally supervise the march, but for the sake of territory and increase the prestige of the royal family, Josephine had to urge the soldiers to enter the battlefield quickly.

Wars are never waged for no reason, even the savage tribes in the Great Wasteland they wage wars to gain more wealth, and Josephine is also because of the two 'battlefields' of the Imperial Council and the Alliance, the royal family is losing one after another, except for the Praetorian Guard, the Third and Fourth Legions of the Empire, the Seventh Legion, the personal guards of the princes and princesses, and the Royal Mages of El Carloon and the High Priests of Holy Goliath, the other forces are all in the hands of the Minister of War and his allies, as for the navy...... The Imperial Admiralty is basically just a decoration, the total number is less than one-third of the Third Fleet of the Riberian Kingdom that came to support this time, and there are only two large warships, I really don't know what the use is in this chaotic era.

Needless to say, the nominal alliance leader has hardly expressed his opinion, and he has been working hard for the interests of his allies all year round, which can be called a model worker, the problem is that everyone in St. Orlando except the royal family is pitting it, and the allies have thrown most of the military support problems to the empire, so that the imperial legions that are too scattered are gradually controlled by the other seven dukes, and they have become an existence that does not listen to the army.

Although the diplomatic level is still respected by the empire, but the influence of the thousand-year-old maritime power Riberia radiates to the entire Old Continent, as the second-in-command of the alliance, in essence, Riberia maintains this fragile alliance will not be broken, and has actually firmly controlled all the allies through the navy and finance to follow their 'advice', for example, this rescue operation is to prevent the Normans from obtaining Port Louis, the northern supply point and material transit point, in this key location.

Josephine was willing to come because she could really save the regular army of the royal family, and this purpose coincided with that of the Riberians, but the key was that her current troops were really uncontrollable, not even in a neat queue, let alone a hasty march to Fontainebleau.

At this time, a knight of the guard asked for an audience outside the tent, and it turned out that the Rangers had discovered the direction of the smoke at seven o'clock. You only wore a knight's uniform close to yourself, and hurriedly summoned the guards Josephine pulled out the large map to check it for himself, "How can it be in the direction of seven o'clock?" I remember where the town of Fontainebleau was on the map, apparently eighty miles ahead of us? The knights looked at each other, and finally one of the youngest knights stubbornly said to the princess: "Your Highness, although this map is a military map of the Dukedom of Coman, it ...... This one is dated DR 1720......"

Josephine's face turned red with a swipe, this is simply the last mistake that a military commander should have: using the wrong map to advance to the wrong goal for so many days in a row! Not being discovered by the enemy can really say that Her Royal Highness the Princess's luck is very high, although it is not of much use.

"So where the hell are we now?" "Judging from the report of the Rangers, we are stuck between Port Louis and Fontainebleau, although I don't know why the Norman army didn't find us, but thanks to their negligence we were able to send more scouts to find ......" "Okay, don't talk about it, order the troops to leave and pack up, and we'll move closer to Fontainebleau at once!" "But Your Highness ......"

Josephine waved her hand to shut up all her knights, dropped an order and ran back to her tent, in fact, she also knew that it would be difficult for the team that had just stopped to rest to move forward immediately, not to mention the ragtag army she commanded, but she didn't do it.

On the one hand, she had promised Count Charlemagne that she would act together and flex her muscles to the Norman Alliance after the rendezvous, but she was late, and the prepared troops were constantly shrinking, and if she didn't meet the enemy quickly, Josephine couldn't imagine that in another ten days her army would have a thousand men left.

On the other hand, she is already late, hoping to sneak attack the enemy behind her back to achieve the goal of breaking the siege for friendly forces and improving the country's image and personal capital, although she doesn't even know where the enemy is until now, the only thing she knows is that she is going in the wrong direction.

When the legion slowly moved to the right direction and began to march in the midst of complaints, Major General Philip, who had held on to Fontainebleau to withstand the attacks of the four legions, had endured to the limit, the three trenches that had been urgently built had all been lost, and several small fortresses on the periphery had all been lost after the Normans paid at least three times the cost of the defenders, leaving only the retreat to Port Louis that could barely be defended, but under the repeated attacks of a large number of centaur heavy cavalry, Major General Philip had no troops to resist.

Walking out of the command post, you can see that the houses in the town are all full of wounded soldiers, the priests can only treat a small number of soldiers despite their desperate lives, and the rest of the unlucky people can only accept the saw blade service of the terrorist medical officer, that is, where the bullet saw where the limbs are okay, if unfortunately hit in the torso, then the soldiers can only wait for death, because this must rely on good surgery to remove the bullet and use a combination of magic and healing drugs to save it, unfortunately the independent army can not do this, Even if they are able to do so, there is a high chance that they will die from wound infections and lead bullet poisoning.

Walking to the artillery position, Major General Philip patted his cannon, these gods of the battlefield were cold and left here at the moment, there were no soldiers to manipulate and no shells to fire, they could only be thrown in the corner to let the rain corrode, and to this point Philip already understood that he had no chance to take the cannon away, thinking of this, he suddenly pulled out his command knife and slashed at the cannon viciously.

The adjutant followed behind him but did not speak, but listened to the major general there and scolded: "Norman! San Orlando! And that XX raised princess of the empire! It's all ****! "Lao Tzu led the troops because of the king's order, not to let you pig teammates harm me!" "Where the hell did St. Orlando die! It's the seventh day! Even turtles should find here, are they all blind!? ”

Not to mention that the turtle was innocently shot, at least the commander's anger was vented a little, and the adjutant who saw the opportunity hurriedly stepped forward, "My lord, the front-line commander reported that our casualties are too heavy, and if nothing happens, we will not be able to hold out until sunrise tomorrow." Philip listened in silence to the bad news, normally the army officers of Riberia would not say such things before they were in a desperate situation, but if they really heard this kind of news, it meant that the situation was much more serious than expected.

Since the reinforcements have not arrived, and the enemy wants me to die, then come and send the big ...... "Inform all the soldiers who are still able to move, don't limit the firing, and suppress the Normans!" Order the wounded to be replaced, and after the handover, let the soldiers assemble behind the command post, do you understand what I mean? The adjutant looked at the major general with a pale face, especially the command knife in the other party's hand, if there was any doubt, it is not difficult to imagine his fate, after all, flesh and blood are much more fragile than steel cannons.

"Yes, sir! I promise to get the instructions in place! Philip nodded and let the other man go, looking at a town full of gunsmoke and maybe never seeing it again.

Crozas quickly noticed that something was wrong in the new round of attacks, the strength of the Riberian defense dropped rapidly, and the retreating soldiers heard the redcoats crying there, the benevolent centaur general generously crushed his throat as a reward for the Norman soldier who provided information, and smiled at his colleagues who were trembling beside him: "It seems that Philip on the opposite side wants to break through, and those wounded soldiers on the defense line are no longer to worry about at this time, I think you should be able to clean it up, right?" Seeing that no one answered, Crosas sneered and walked out of the command post and began to gather the centaur cavalry to prepare for the assault.

Someone in the command post waited until he couldn't see the centaur before someone whispered, "Isn't that bastard afraid of an ambush?" While the others looked around, Count George, who was crouching in the corner, smiled, "Okay guys, since His Majesty's loyal horse is willing to assault the enemy lines, we should congratulate you As for the small troubles that may arise, I think the soldiers will definitely be able to solve them, but there will be a small problem in less time, right?" ”

"That's right, worthy of Earl George, who understands things better than us bosses."

"Yes, yes, it will definitely take time to solve the interception of the attack, otherwise the follow-up attack will be greatly affected."

George looked at the heated discussion of his colleagues around him, and understood that these guys agreed with his approach, and then it was up to the Riberians on the other side to help, and as for the 'brave' centaur, ha, let's pray for the eyes of the great gods, fool.

When the Riberian assembled in front of Major General Philip, the middle-aged general almost cried, in addition to the five hundred men who remained in the port of Louis, there were less than two thousand soldiers who could pick up their guns and run to fight, and he could only pray that the great Queen of the Firmament would bless her people to return to that distant island and save Ribery's useful body for revenge in the future.

However, the Major General apparently did not notice that the soldiers had already planted the gunpowder stolen from unknown places in various key places under the instructions of the junior officers, and some of them did not listen to the Major General's speech at all but quietly contacted others, "Comrade Molotov, we are ready, once you give the order, we will definitely be able to arrest that hateful bastard on the stage." The soldier named Molotov quietly looked around, and found that no one was eavesdropping, and hurriedly said: "Don't act for the time being, we must contact more soldiers to join, the nobles of Riberia have long forgotten the great source and greatness of Queen Alicia, in order to ensure that the glory shines again, this time we will leave here alive and hurt the Normans." With that, he hurried away so as not to be discovered.

When the soldiers were ready, Major General Philip waved his hand without saying anything, and the troops began to assault Port Louis at the sound of the adjutant's order, and the soldiers who remained on the position and waited for death just glanced back at the flag and ignored it, and now they only need to buy some time for the troops to surrender, and it is said that the commander will personally redeem the soldiers after the battle.

It's a pity that the people who stayed behind can't wait, less than seven minutes have passed, the earth begins to tremble, the pebbles bounce unlistened, the experienced veterans realize that this is the movement caused by the enemy cavalry cluster is charging, while the recruits are still looking at the source of the sound with a wary face, but the veterans are drinking or praying, because the centaur heavy cavalry lined up in groups of four at the end of the road formed a terrifying black torrent, rumbling towards the town of Fontainebleau, When the bullets from the muskets hit their pitch-black steel armor, they either ricocheted or did not inflict fatal wounds.

The soldiers who barely completed a round of guns were run over by the torrent after killing and wounding more than a dozen heavy cavalry, and the centaurs weighing almost a ton completed the breakthrough in less than a minute, killing the breakthrough troops, but they did not notice that some of the seriously wounded who stayed behind and looked serious resolutely lit the fuse.

Crosus was not killed because he was fast enough, but the explosive powder keg directly intercepted the heavy cavalry into two parts, more than two hundred heavy cavalry and three times the number of centaur light cavalry were killed and wounded, counting the soldiers who had been killed in the past seven days, the centaurs who could continue to fight were only more than a hundred around him and more than three hundred people were intercepted.

Philip !! You don't want to run!! In the name of immortality, you must die!! Crosas roared to the sky and continued to frantically assault forward, but when he caught up with Philip, he had to stop, because the same number of knights in front of him who were armed with enchanted equipment and the female knight in the front wearing blue and white women's armor, armed with a giant enchanted lance and a heavy shield, the pennant hanging from the lance and the banners in the group of black-pressed soldiers behind her made the centaur general tremble but did not dare to step forward.

It was the banner of the King of St. Orlando held by the descendants of the Bloody Empress Sylvia, where glory and cruelty coexisted! Although it is not known where these royal troops came from, it is obviously not a good idea to rush into such a large number of troops, and Crosus has to grit his teeth and slowly retreat, and he must also guard against a possible surprise.

It was only when the enemy retreated that Major General Philip and Princess Josephine breathed a long sigh of relief, perhaps for different reasons, but at least the battle was over for the time being.