News of the total annihilation of the French army at Le Mans soon spread across the continent, and the defenders of Paris were extremely worried about the precarious situation, as they were not far from being surrounded.

As long as the Germans further south and take Orleans again, then the Paris area will really be in no danger to defend.

For this reason, the famous French Daddy Xia Fei issued a death order to the Orleans Army, asking them to hold on there, even if the whole army was destroyed.

Army Group North also started from Paris and attacked the Germans from the flank, in an attempt to contain their offensive.

The commander-in-chief of Army Group North, Fossy, also kept a close eye on the movements of the Germans and always ensured contact with the Orleans Army.

Even a few minutes before the attack, the armaments of the French arsenal were carefully counted, and the French searching inside were eager to pull things out and expose them to the scorching sun, so that they could see how many there were.

They concentrated their superior forces on the right flank, and nearly one and a half million men were placed there, almost three times as many as the Germans!

All the remaining shells were also used and all the shells were used here in the budget (but they were still insignificant compared to the Germans) to preserve the only passage between Paris and the outside world, as well as the safe escape routes of the high-ranking officials.

If the offensive fails, they will have to pin their hopes on the defenders of Orleans; If it succeeds, then expand the results of the battle, go deep into the German army, eat their main forces, and engage in a war of annihilation, then the pressure will be reduced a lot, and even the passive and temporary will be transformed into the active.

Both sides were well prepared, with an innumerable number of men for the attack on the right flank and the most courageous French for the defense in the center; Seemingly invulnerable, they should have won this defensive battle.

However, they had one small flaw: their offenses could not penetrate the enemy, and their defenses were vulnerable.

They are too ideal, and the only advantage they can achieve on the battlefield is people.

But compared to people, the French army is probably inferior to the Germans, and they still can't compare with this.

If most of their forces were to be placed around Orleans, there would have been some hope for the defence, and even then they would have lost the initiative altogether and had no chance of winning, and the Germans would have been able to change the direction of the attack and intervene elsewhere.

But this is already the best way, and in the face of a full-line collapse, how long can it be delayed.

However, the French still recklessly chose to attack, which has a lot to do with the character of the commander, but it is still impossible to deny that this is the most wrong step for them.

So there is no doubt that this campaign will not be possible at all on the budget of the French, and the best result can only be to keep the Orleans corridor.

What's even more deadly, their offensive intelligence has been intercepted by the Germans, and it is now on Kuster's desk.

Kuster leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the telegram rather casually, with all his ease.

After his victorious rendezvous with the friendly Second Army at Le Mans the day before, the strategic deployment of the Brittany peninsula was entrusted to them, and Couster was able to concentrate all his forces on the Loire.

It's just that Nelson, an old German officer, was poached by them, which is very sad, and Kuster's heart must be sad for the loss of a good subordinate.

But Kuster thought it was good, and even wanted to laugh a little.

This just solved the only Junker officer in the army who could compete with him and was pro-French Jinhan, and Xinglu and the two would definitely not punish him, but might owe him a favor.

"Are you sure they're attacking from there?" Kuster said to a shivering officer. The "they" and "that" refer to the French and the city of Velourso, north of the Loire, respectively.

There was no doubt that the officer was also a pro-French Kingham, and it was evident from his demeanor that he must have been afraid of him, so did Kuster.

But a petty officer obviously couldn't let Xinglu and the others owe him a favor, and they couldn't sell a few catties of meat when they were pulled to the slaughterhouse, and the skin on their bodies was not as comfortable as sheepskin and synthetic fibers.

Since he can't make a few cents, there's no need to him.

"I'm not sure, but the people who work in intelligence must be sure!" The officer said fearfully, his voice trembling a little.

"Excellent! Withdraw all the troops there, let the four divisions flank, and we will catch the turtle in an urn. ”

"Yes!" The officer hurriedly agreed, and then ran out of the command room without looking back.

Kuster breathed a sigh of relief, and after standing up a little weakly, he sighed with emotion.

He grumbled a few times, focusing his gaze on the map a few meters in front of him.

He had intended to attack Orleans directly, flanking Franche-Comté's army from the north to the south.

But now everything has changed, the tide of war is fleeting, and even the French dare to attack them and have to defend against them.

He withdrew all the German troops from the town of Veloerso, and before leaving, he emptied the city of supplies and expelled the local people eastward.

Although this was inhumane, it was effective in slowing down the advance of the French army.

Moreover, this land is not theirs, and it is legal to plunder. And if the French army does not deal with the homeless compatriots, they will be attacked by public opinion.

The oppression of the superiors and the sympathy for the civilian population will mercilessly squeeze their little energy left.

By the time they reached Velorso, they would have been exhausted and turned into fish to be slaughtered.

Moreover, those Germans who withdrew did not actually retreat completely, leaving a considerable part of them to hide in the shadows, and prepared a lot of dry grass and firewood and cloth piled together.

Dead grass and firewood - that's right, Kuster is going to attack with fire! Burn the French and their towns into flames!

Outside the city, those who retreated also used cannons to plow the ground into potholed mounds of dirt.

As long as all goes well with the above plans, then the German forces on both flanks will play a big role.

They will attack in divisions, one south and one north. To the north, he was outflanking the retreat of Paris, while the south was to try to cross the Loire and outflank the French forces in Orleans and Paris with friendly forces to the south.

Just as Kuster was walking on the marble floor with a sad face, news came that made him smile.

"General, the French have attacked!" The messenger was a herald, in his twenties and thirties, with a worried face on his face.

However, as soon as Kuster heard his words, he suddenly became relaxed, as if he had unloaded some kind of invisible burden, and even his sleepiness returned.

He slowly walked to the window, looked at the sky with some complexity, and thought with emotion in his heart.

I am afraid that only after a complete trampling can this group of stalkers be conquered.

Of course, the premise is to get some sleep.