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"You're going to shoot me?"

Enraged, Bazin threatened Stoverwell, even when his forehead was pressed against the muzzle of a revolver. He wouldn't trust a guy transferred from Paris to stand in front of him and point fingers.

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

But apparently everything was taken by Bazin's surprise, and he waited for a cold reply.

The sound of a gun pulling the trigger.

Smoke and sparks flickering from the muzzle of the gun.

Blood splattered.

The air was filled with fishy sweetness, Bazin rolled backwards, his upper body fell on the table in the conference room, the blood oozing from the back of his head stained the white paper on the table, and the whole person's eyes widened, maybe he couldn't believe that the other party really shot at him before he died.

In an instant, the surrounding soldiers pulled out their guns and aimed them at Stowell. And the silent Leboeuf gave an order.

"Everybody put my guns down, and no one was allowed to shoot."

Stowell dropped the revolver in his hand, raised his hands high, faced the muzzles of the guards around him, and said innocently, "He said I was the one who asked me to shoot him." ”

"What's going on!"

Conrobel stepped forward and put his hand on Bazin's neck, and after confirming that the other party was not breathing, he looked at Leboeuf behind him with a look of horror. The commander of the Second Army, Flossard, and the commander of the Fourth Army, Radmilo, stayed where they were, at a loss. They are only now realizing that they have lost their biggest backer.

Stottwell said fearlessly, "The order from Paris is that Marshal Bazin is suspected of defecting to the enemy. When he refused to hand over military power, he was brought to justice, and Colonel Stottwell temporarily took over the Rhine Corps. ”

Leboeuf placed the secret letter from Paris in front of Conrobert, who finally put down his gun after confirming that it was a written warrant and seal from Trochu.

In the face of Bazin's death, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Conrobel's mouth.

He had been at odds with Bazin before, and now he had finally been erased by the hands of Paris.

"Drag the bodies down, sweep this place, we're going to have an impromptu meeting now." ”

His decisiveness and determination stunned several of the marshals present, and more because of his identity. Conrobert, Leboeuf, and the families of all those present are still in Paris, and if they dare to act rashly, they do not know what crazy things the leaders of the new regime will do.

Several guards disposed of Bazin's body, and the blood on the table was wiped off with a rag.

Only a group of veterans of the French army who were intimidated by Stottwell's ruthless methods were left, looking at the young man in front of them with a hesitant expression.

Bazin was dead, but none of them were willing to take command of the Rhine Army, because they all knew what the final outcome would be, and the order from Paris not to take a step back would inevitably drive them to the end of their entire army.

If Stottwell stands up and provokes the big picture, it will not be himself who will go to court-martial when he loses in the future. Whoever is the commander of the Rhine will be responsible for the future defeat.

Conrobert's eyes were on Leboeuf, and both of them smiled.

"The order given by Paris is also the battle plan for the new Metz fortress."

Marshal Conrobert frowned, there is no order to fight now, since the failure of the breakthrough, the will to fight of the Rhine Corps has been crushed. It is difficult to say how long the army of 170,000 people will be able to hold up.

"Mace's battle plan?"

Stoverwell picked up the blank paper thrown by Bazin, handed it to the marshals present, and said calmly, "That military order is our battle plan, to hold the fortress of Metz to the death, and to hold the Prussian Second Army until Paris alleviates the crisis." The Rhine Corps did not surrender, which was the greatest support for the defense of Paris. “

"Is that all?"

Leboeuf threw out his own question, "Shouldn't we try to break through and counter-encircle the Prussian Second Army?" ”

"So far, the Rhine Army has not been able to break through the siege, so the best way is to stay where they are and wait for them to fight themselves. Governor Trochu had stockpiled enough ammunition and food for the fortress of Metz before the Franco-Prussian War began, generals, this is a long and protracted war, and I need your morale encouragement, because Frederick Carr will not hesitate to attack the fortress of Metz when he learns of Bazin's death. ”

"What if you can't hold on?"

Commander Flossar had already begun to think about his future, "If you can't hold on, will you deal with it like a military order issued in Paris?" ”

Everyone was silent, not even Stottwell.

He raised his head and stared at the other man with a sharp-cut gaze.

"170,000! Not 170,000 pigs! ”

Stovwell burst out suddenly, and a roar of rage startled Flossal.

"You were actually besieged in the Fortress of Weiss by the army of 130,000 men of the Second Prussian Army, and even after a breakthrough you did not have the courage to attack, and it is merciful enough for Paris to order you to hold on, if you feel that you do not even have the determination to hold on to it, now take off your uniforms and go like Prussia surrendering, there is no such shame among the French soldiers!"

After listening to Stoverwell's analysis of the situation in Paris and the angry rebuke of the Rhine Corps, all the marshals present fell into silence.

Flossar lowered his head and dismissed the idea of bargaining.

The attitude of Paris has been clear, either hold on or die for the country.

If you are not willing to fight for France, at least let the people of Paris know that you are willing to die for France.

Conrobert looked at the situation of the Franco-Prussian War as described by Napoleon to them, and found that he had never known the war so clearly, and all the marshals trapped in the fortress of Metz finally realized how badly their previous war had been fought.

Rigidly following the dogma of the Parisian hierarchy, not having the courage to fight to the death, after losing the battle, he only dared to avoid the Prussian front, but in the end he fell into the mud of the siege.

Incompetent and cowardly, without a sense of the big picture, acting recklessly, committing all taboos.

Everything in one word, as Stottwell said, forgetting their glory in the Italian War, in the Crimean War, they met only half an opponent, and Prussia was the real enemy. According to Napoleon, Italy, Austria-Hungary, were nothing more than crushed ants and moles, and winning them had nothing to show off. Only Great Britain and Prussia were France's formidable enemies on the continent.

As Machiavelli said, a hundred years ago, your bloody killings would make everyone tremble, and a thousand years later, everyone in the history books will sing the praises of your decisiveness, this is history.

They only remembered the greatness of Napoleon's strategic plan.

"Who made this detailed battle plan and analysis of the situation of the Franco-Prussian War?"

Leboeuf spoke incoherently with excitement, and the whole Franco-Prussian battle situation was clearly presented in front of him. Even in a disadvantageous game, they can seize the opportunity accurately.

What France has to do now is to hold on to the fortress and not take a step back. Prussia did not have so much time for a protracted war.

"It is impossible for Trochu to see through the situation so clearly and clearly, is there still a marshal of sufficient weight in Paris? With the exception of the captured and besieged, there were no more marshals of the Second Reich in Paris. ”

Under Leboeuf's reminder, everyone's expectant eyes were on Stottwell, who had come all the way from Paris, hoping to get an answer from his mouth.

Who is the great handsome?

In the face of everyone's expectations, Stottwell pointed to the red ink at the end of the military order and said calmly, "It's His Majesty the Great Napoleon." ”