By the time Kuster slept, the armies of both sides had already fought.

However, he was not woken up, for the French army was indeed overwhelmed, and it would take a long time to even attack a town that was barely manned.

It doesn't hurt if someone says it's cautious, but if they're really cautious, then they shouldn't be here at all, it's just a support attack to share the pressure.

Obviously, the attacking French army was unaware of the danger on both sides and was racking their brains against the Germans in the city.

At the most critical and decisive juncture of street fighting, it was they themselves who withdrew en masse, and the French army was able to conquer the town. It would seem that such an army cannot be called an army at all.

In fact, most of their problems are at the command level, and the soldiers are still very brave, not much worse than the enemy.

Now that the town has finally been conquered by them, they will soon have to continue their plans and expand their successes.

But what they didn't know was that it was time for their enemy, who had been waiting for their leisure, to attack.

"Marshal! All the best. One of the guards woke up Kuster.

"Let's get started......"

At the sound of the order, the troops on both sides of the town immediately launched an attack, launching a pincer offensive from the northeast and northwest, intending to encircle and annihilate the French army in the vicinity.

Kuster also got up from the chair where he had just fallen asleep, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the military headquarters in this area, and headed for the general headquarters near the Orleans area.

Although it is not explicitly stated, the command of the army has been handed over. The battle for the city of Velorso was to be commanded by the commander of Kuster's men.

As for Kuster himself, he went to the General Headquarters, not to do anything about command, but to talk to the Austrians and to talk to his old friends for many years.

Not speaking directly to the military headquarters may make many people wonder - it is not that he attaches great importance to etiquette or how cautious he is, but mainly that his general headquarters has the equipment to communicate with the Austrian side.

What he was discussing was not a major national event or the prospect of war, nor was it a brotherhood to talk to Franz, he just wanted to plan his escape route in advance.

He had a premonition in his heart that the war was far from over.

Originally, after defeating Russia, he came to Western Europe with confidence, ready to collapse France in the same way that he fought Russia. The insignificant strategic depth makes it lose all the games if it loses once.

The fact is, however, that they did bring down French industry, and the entire northern industrial region was captured.

But they ignore an objective factor, although France's domestic industrial capacity is almost none, but it still has many allies! Britain itself has not been invaded, and it has been constantly sending support here, and the United States has traded a lot of arms, so it is not to the point of running out of guns.

If Paris or the Loire region were to be occupied at the outset, there was a good chance that the war would end quickly and a peace treaty would be signed, as long as Kaiser Wilhelm did not fall ill.

But now two months have passed, Paris has not been able to take it for a long time, and there are only a few bridgeheads on the banks of the Loire that still symbolize their status.

The flanking attack of both armies can be blocked by one armies, and the war is indeed becoming more and more unfavorable.

"My old friend! When will the old emperor die! Kuster said with some sighs.

His words are no longer in the category of great rebellion, the question is whether he should be hanged from a street lamp in front of the palace or his head pierced.

But Franz, who was a royalist, didn't care, just thought it was his joke. But it doesn't matter if it's not a joke, he is also looking forward to the abdication of such an emperor who has ruled for a long time and replaced by a small emperor who is easy to control.

"I don't know, you can ask him personally, and he might tell you the answer." Franz's tone was as humorous as usual, but it was only a stereotype of Kuster, and apart from him, Franz had always been a stern and unscrupulous officer in the eyes of outsiders.

"It looks like you're doing well, but I really want to know if and when such a great opportunity will come?" Kuster became more and more anxious, and the phrases that were usually used to satirize others became the only normal words here.

"Who said he had to die?"

"Is that going to make him abdicate? You're so bold! Kuster deliberately raised his tone and said with some bitterness.

"You're really funny about me. Never mind. I have a suggestion, go straight back from the sea. ”

"What?! Can your navy match the Italians? Or is it that Italy has already surrendered! Kuster exclaimed, but more sarcastically, no one knew the situation of war better than he did.

"Of course not." Franz rightly said:

"Our navy is a joke, even the ministers are Hungarians, those marble rats living in the steppe!" He said quite cooperatively:

"But even if you don't have a ship, don't you have a plane? We have already produced the planes you worked on two months ago, the test flights have been successful, and they have already been incorporated into the troops. If you want, a plane will appear tomorrow to pick you up. ”

"That's great, thank you, my friend. You will always be my best friend! ”

After hanging up the phone, Kuster immediately ran to the map and began to plot his own route.

During this time, he also kept an eye on his surroundings to prevent anyone from discovering that he was plotting, otherwise he would be conspired by others.

Eventually, he decided on a very good route, which was to pick a suitable starting point from a few small towns just south of Paris, board a plane, fly over Swiss airspace, go around the German field of view into Italian airspace, and finally return to Austria.

In general, the biggest enemy on this flight was the Germans, and they must not be allowed to find out, even if their own plane can fly stably at an altitude of thousands of miles.

He was able to come up with such a bizarre solution, mainly because the Germans would not let him go back, so he kept trying to find excuses at first.

But if you really want to wait for this excuse, you have to wait for a long time, the old emperor died in November of the following year, and now it is only September, and there is still a year and two months before his death.

Unless Kuster has a shadow clone and personally runs over to poison him, no matter how sick he is, it will be a matter of years before he wants to die.

Obviously, he doesn't have that ability, so the quickest and most useful way now is to fly straight back.

It doesn't matter if the Germans are happy or not, anyway, if they go back by themselves, they can't go all the way to Austria and then arrest him back?

In this vein, Kuster set the time for his escape to October 4, that is, twelve days later.