When Nelson arrived to the west, he would have wondered why he had not received the order to attack for so long.

But this does not matter anymore, the order to turn east has been given and cannot be changed.

Kuster had thought it through for a long time, and he was already very fond of attacking the east, but after encountering Nelson's block, he was even more determined to make his mind.

"How's it going, is everything ready?" Custer asked the officer beside him.

"Everything has been done, and I will vouch with my life that there will not be a single person in the army who will pass on any message to General Nelson."

"That's good." Cus nodded. He is more worried about internal worries than external troubles.

He walked out of the tent, and the sky was exceptionally clear, but Kuster didn't like it.

He liked the extremely harsh climate, and he was perfectly capable of maneuvering his troops in such conditions and ensuring his control.

After nearly two years, he has almost always defeated his opponents like this. In the morning, it is only a regular attack, or even a defense without attacking; Waiting until night falls is a good time to break through.

The four divisions that were surrounded not long ago also had a hard encounter with the French army in broad daylight, and as a result, they were tragically surrounded, and now they are still squatting in the pit and cannot get out.

But there is nothing to be done today, the French attack was launched three hours ago, and now the offensive has weakened a lot, and if no action is taken, the French will stop the offensive and transfer the effective forces.

Kuster had his seven divisions attack from the southeast, and then cooperate with friendly forces on the eastern front to divide and encircle. If the French attempted to retreat, the Eastern Front would launch a sluggish offensive that would render them immobilized.

Unlike other countries, most of France is a wide plain, and the infrastructure is much better than that of Austria-Hungary and the Turkish Caucasus, and the army marches a dozen kilometers along the avenue without much effort.

Kuster got into the car, and the car started and drove slowly east. They're going to move their headquarters south.

"Excuse me, sir, do you know the way?" He asked casually as he looked to both sides.

"It's out of place, but I still think you're talking nonsense – yes! I, an Aquitaine, don't know the way here? The driver said angrily, turning his head to see clearly a French face.

But this was an intentional act on the part of Kuster, and he should know what was going on. But it could also be a random taxi driver.

"Do you know where these roads lead?" Kuster pointed his finger back and forth, and the driver's gaze followed the direction of his fingertips.

I saw that there were many forks in the straight avenue, and there were a few small turbulences, and between the road and the river, there were patches of green grass, full of life, but I don't know how many people died here.

"I suggest you concentrate on it, no matter how you take those roads, they will eventually return to the road. It's like your mouth, no matter what you say, it only understands one point. The driver's tone was impatient, as if one more word would anger him, a man of few words, even if his customer was a marshal.

Hearing him insult himself like this, Kuster didn't mind anything, just shrugged his shoulders and said nothing more.

He was quiet, but the driver took the initiative to speak:

"Look, that's my hometown, isn't it beautiful?" His tone was full of pride, but then his voice grew quieter and quieter, and he said very sadly:

"It's a pity that the war has struck it back and forth like an anvil, and it's full of hammer marks; But God still has to pour a basin of water on him, making it rusty, and he can't see the beauty of the past at all. ”

Finally, he humbly and sincerely said:

"I was also forced to get involved in it, and I ended up alone for the rest of my life, and I had to run for life. When did I look forward to the end of the war like this? ”

He seemed to complain and plead, leaving no room for his suffering.

Custer looked at the place he had spoken, and it was indeed in ruins, with yellow-faced women and children, and the corpses of old men everywhere in despair.

However, the fence on the outskirts of the village has been preserved, and the grass is more lush than ever. The outskirts of the village and the inside of the village are like two very different doors, one facing heaven and the other facing hell, and there is almost no distance between the two gates, and I really can't believe why the world can be so contradictory.

When Kuster saw this, his face was very solemn, and he looked as sad as the driver.

But in reality, he was ecstatic in his heart, because he saw with his own eyes what life was like in rural France.

He believed that it would not be long before the vast masses of war-weary citizens would take up arms and start a civil war on their own, and that France would be completely paralyzed without any action on their part.

As for whether his conscience will hurt, he has long since lost this thing, and since he was promoted to lieutenant general, his heart has been plated with a layer of hard steel.

"That's a pity, and I'm very sad about it, but I don't have the right to choose whether or not to go to war." Custer chimed in, looking extremely sad, but who knew what was going on in his mind.

The two stopped communicating, and Kuster also calmed down to think about the problem in his mind, and before he knew it, he was at the place.

As soon as the car braked, Kuster poured forward uncontrollably, and hurriedly used his hands to support his stable figure, and heard his exclamation:

"So fast! How far has this gone? ”

"Sir, it's been two hours, you're not tired, I'm tired." It was the driver next to him who answered him. The car was also followed by several cars, which were supposed to protect Kuster.

Several heavily armed people got out of the car, one of whom went straight out of the window with a submachine gun in his hand, opened the door, and made a "please" gesture to the dazed Kuster.

Kuster reacted quickly, and after a few thanks, he stepped out of the car.

"Marshal, you see, that is our newly constructed position."

If you look closely, you can see that it is indeed a position, and the German flag is fluttering on it.

"Good! I didn't expect them to be so soon, so I'll move the new headquarters there. ”

He then hurried there on foot, followed by several elite soldiers.

When they arrived, the soldiers in those positions couldn't believe that the person in front of them was their marshal - Kuster.

But the authority was above, and they had to give up their meaningless speculation without seeing a hint of clues, and finally had to believe that their marshal had really arrived at the front, and a trace of awe rose in their hearts.

The command room was quickly set up and a map was placed for Kuster's reference.

Forward reconnaissance posts and guerrillas reported that there was no enemy within 50 kilometres to the south and east.

Except for the retreating French army, which was on the verge of collapse, there was no one left to resist the German attack.

This was just a small opening from the banks of the Loire at the beginning, but now the results have expanded so much that people can't help but sigh at the importance of the breakthrough.

The Loire defense system was on the verge of collapse. Next, perhaps Aquitaine is no longer controlled by France.