The atmosphere at the ball was always dreary, perhaps because of the imminent arrival of the battlefield, and almost everyone here ...... Each cat is closely associated with the battlefield, and they are either officers who are about to set foot on the battlefield or their families.

Lord Meowrington sat beside him with the grace of a general, and the amber liquor in the glass reflected the light, flickering, as if to indicate the uncertain mood of his master.

The Duchess of Georgiana also came over to invite Meow Lington to dance a dance, and Meow Lington, who was already a veteran of the social party, did not refuse, and danced a brisk dance with the Duchess to the latest waltz of the Meowsburg royal family.

In this era, although the Holy Meow Empire, which was neither sacred, nor imperial, was dissolved by order of His Majesty Napoleon, the royal claim of the Meowsburg-Lorraine family was still there, so the legal system was still in the hands of the Meow Castle family.

Even if only Austria is the main body now, as long as the Meow Castle family does not have an heir or abdicate the throne, the claim will always be in their hands.

Of course, Austria is also capable of doing great things, at least two of which he has done relatively successfully.

One thing was to succeed in making people think that Beethoven was Austrian, and the other was to succeed in making people think that the failed art student who started World War II was German.

If you can't pass the test, you will fight in World War II!

Of course, the most popular figure in Austria in this era is not yet the turn of a powerful art student, and at present, the hot one should be Archduke Karl.

He was also the last Emperor of the Holy Rometh Empire, Franz II, and the current first emperor of the Austrian Empire.

It's quite messy, but after all, the country name has been changed, and it still has to be reordered.

In fact, the Shinra is not as evil as the one uploaded on the Internet, at least during the Hohenstaufen Dynasty, the martial virtues of the Shinra are still very abundant. Like many people know that the empire of the sun never sets is to describe the prosperity of the British, but few people know that this sentence is said by the emperor Charles V of the Hobsburg dynasty.

"In my land, the sun never sets!" So declared the then Emperor Charles V.

Of course, the claims of Charles V, the Emperor of the HRE, were obtained by bribing the electors, and in general, we call him King Carlos I of Spain.

After dancing with Duke Meowlington, Georgiana wanted to invite Louis to dance a song out of politeness, but because Louis really didn't fit the aesthetics of Meow, Georgiana gave up her idea after she stopped talking.

"I can see that you and your female companion don't quite fit our aesthetic here." Meow Lington poured himself a little whiskey with his nimble cat's paws, held it in his hand and pointed it at the light, looked at the wine in the glass with a somewhat confused gaze, and gently placed the glass on the eucalyptus table beside him.

"I've found this problem too." Louis doesn't mind, to be honest, he's not Furuicon, it's a big deal to be looked at by this group of cats, okay?

Duke Meowlington laughed, his sharp teeth shining in the light of the light - it could be seen that His Excellency was usually very concerned about the maintenance of his teeth, otherwise how could he have raised such a good mouthful of teeth. ….

"At your age, I've already changed two or three female companions." Duke Meowlington cocked a graceful Erlang leg, "Oh yes, how old are you this year?"

"Fourteen." Louis replied, picking up a cookie.

"Ah...... Fourteen." If it weren't for the cat's hair, Duke Meowlington would definitely have crimson cheeks. He thought for a moment and made amends for himself, "Fourteen, ha...... Well, you're really young."

"Tsk, except for the little one, all three of them are my women." Louis pointed to the two ladies who were watching the cats dance in a daze, and introduced it very seriously.

Of course, he was bragging for the sake of the man's face, so he sent a message to Christasa in his heart to tell her to shut up and not speak.

Christasa wanted to refute, but she didn't dare. To be honest, as Louis's personal maid, how could she escape the fate of being taken down by Louis in ancient times. On the other hand, the main thing is that Louis is a little handsome, which makes him talk about it

It's nothing cheap.

Duke Meanlington's eyes widened and his expression looked awe-inspiring, as if he was looking at Louis again.

"Heroes don't care about their youth, admire meow." This time, Duke Meowlington gave Louis a thumbs up sincerely, thanks to the dexterity of his cat's claws.

"Passing the prize." Louis smugly hooked Chrystrassa's chin, causing her to squint in comfort.

Maybe dragons, like cats, like people touch their chins when they have nothing to do?

At this moment, a disheveled herald came in from outside, and Louis could tell from his dress.

The herald walked up to Meowlington and saluted, and Duke Meowlington returned the salute.

"Report to His Excellency Marshal......"

Seeing that the herald had attracted the attention of the others, Duke Meowlington immediately interrupted him: "Okay, I see, shhh, give me the letter."

After handing the letter to Meowlington, the herald saluted and turned to leave the ball.

After putting the letter in his pocket, Duke Meowlington looked at the people who were staring at him, and said with a smile, "Go on, everyone, this is just a very ordinary letter."

After receiving his answer, the crowd resumed its clamour.

Seeing that the people's attention was diverted, the Duke of Meowlington opened the letter.

It was a letter from William, Prince of Orange of the Netherlands.

The letter was written at about ten o'clock, presumably to the effect that the Prussian army was attacked by the French and forced to retreat from Flelus. Since Flerus is located northeast of Charleroi, this means that the French have crossed the Zambre River.

The letter did not contain a description of the true strength of the French army, which made the Duke of Meowlington hesitate.

In a few moments, he made up his mind and summoned the herald to give the Prince of Orange a command to return to the battlefield immediately.

The herald hurried away, taking Duke Meowlington's orders with him.

As a bag of famous sauce, the Duke of Meowrington has seen through Napoleon's true intentions from the clues - of course, he is not the same thing as Pique's kind of seeing through Ronaldo's attack, and history has proved that his judgment is indeed correct.

Otherwise, he would have become a Wei see-through long ago before Pique.

"Let's go, Louis, let's go to dinner." Meowlington, who saw through Napoleon's intentions, was so relaxed that even the cat's whiskers were trembling with joy. ….

"It just so happens that I'm a little hungry too." Louis smiled and nodded in agreement.

The cats' dinner is always complete with seafood, not to mention birds, especially the black truffle, which has recently become famous for eating the emperor and winning it in one fell swoop. At this time, the rules of Russian food were not yet popular, and the cat attendants were constantly shuttling and delivering delicacies to the guests.

"The battlefield conditions are poor, let's deal with it." Duke Meowlington said, with a spoon in his hand? A spoonful of plump caviar is evenly spread on the bread and swallowed in one bite with the cat's mouth open.

Meow Lington's eyes closed slightly, and the cat's whiskers trembled, looking very satisfied.

Soldiers, there are no rules for eating. Louis's etiquette has always been impeccable when he has outsiders, and Meow Lington is also amazed.

"Elegant, so elegant." Duke Meowlington shook his head and said, "I think you must be a nobleman from the Far East, otherwise you would not have such an inner temperament."

Louis thought to himself, I'm the Duke of Cambridge next to your house.

Of course, he couldn't tell the truth, he could only smile and say, "You guessed it, I also happen to be a duke."

"Oh, that's great!" Meow Lington's expression was even more satisfied, and he reached out to pat Louis's arm, feeling that this time he had truly accepted Louis.

In this era, not only is it a virtue, but the whole world is this virtue.

There is no ancestral small status in the family, and they are all nouveau riche.

After a few bites, a Norwegian forest cat with oily and slippery fur hurriedly walked in from outside, and it didn't seem to be very old.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" His mouth was silent

Shouted Meowlington.

Poor Duke Meowlington had just taken a bite of the bread, which was still in his mouth, and looked very cute. He heard a familiar voice, turned his head in shock, and quickly pulled the bread from his mouth: "William? Didn't I ask you to go back to the battlefield, how did you get back to Brussels?"

The person who came was none other than the Prince of Orange, William.

The current Prince of Orange is known in history as Wilhelm II – certainly not the bearded Wilhelm II, who later became the old Berliner Black Flag Keeper and a genius of diplomacy, but William of the Netherlands.

Well, the prince of the Netherlands, but his home is in Brussels.

William didn't have time to say anything, looked left and right, sat down next to Meowlington, and after receiving a credible hint from Louis, William whispered, "At half past ten, Napoleon is almost advancing to the village of Four Arms......

"I know William, you should go back to your unit." Duke Meowlington said with a frown.

"......But, Your Excellency," William was about to say more, but saw Mewlington staring at him intensely.

"William, you have to go back to your troops, your soldiers need you even more now." Meowlington's tone was tough: "Don't worry, I've prepared all the countermeasures, you just need to put your heart back in your stomach."

"Okay." William nodded, didn't even eat, and hurried away with a worried face.

After chatting for more than twenty minutes while eating, Duke Meowlington led people to Duke Meowsman's study, where a map of the entire battlefield was hung. ….

He looked at the map and exclaimed, "God! Napoleon disgraced me, and he marched on me for twenty-four hours......

It's just that this sentence has to make people think crookedly.

Standing in front of the map, Meurington feared that his army would not be able to stop Napoleon's attack in the village of Four Arms, and after some thought, he decided to make the small village on the map, which looked good, his place to win.

When asked by the other generals what he intended to do, Meowlington replied, "I have ordered the army to go to the village of Four Arms, but I will not fight him there, if I have to fight him here."

Louis sharp-eyed saw Meowrington pointing his thumb at a place called Waterloo.

The reason he had the British reserves in Brussels rush to the village of Four Arms farther forward was also to buy time for his main force to advance to Waterloo. Now there was only so much he could do, and the role of the village of Four Arms was only to delay the actions of the French army, so as to race against time for him and Blucher to assemble their forces.

In the early hours of the morning, the ball ended in a solemn atmosphere, and the officers and men left one after another. Mothers, wives and girlfriends cried, hugged and waved their toms to fight. Some people didn't even have time to change their clothes, but they marched to the village of Four Arms in knee-length trousers, stockings and dancing shoes.

"It's a night of life and death." Duke Meowlington looked at the sad scene in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Louis shook his head and said with some emotion: "It's just that I pity those dry bones who come to the bank of the Inn River and no one to clean up, maybe they are still the people whose wives miss them in their dreams......

There is no problem with what he said, after all, the tributaries of the Raine are from Belgium. Speaking of that tributary, no one may know, but the name of the Lyin River is really known to everyone from Ireland to Khitan.

Catherine looked at Louis proudly, and her heart was full of joy, and her eyes were full of "My fawn is awesome".

Meow Lington was stunned for a moment, carefully smacked Louis's words, and exclaimed, "Your Excellency is really beautiful."

[In other words, it is the best way to read aloud and listen to books at present, @

Fang, whispered, "Do you want to see what Napoleon is doing now?"

"Can you see that?" Louis was in his spirits, and he had always wondered what breed of cat Napoleon would be......

Chromie snapped his fingers, and his surroundings were instantly enveloped in the sands of time, and suddenly, as if he had put on a VR device, Louis felt as if he was in a strange place.

In front of him was a huge map, and in front of it, stood a golden gradient in an overcoat.

Chubby and very honest, Louis couldn't hold back a little, and almost didn't go up to rua, but was stopped by Chromie.

"This is Napoleon." Chromie introduced Louis in her usual voice, and sure enough, even though her voice was not small, no one in the room noticed the two of them.

Soon, Napoleon at the front of the map moved, and he looked around at the generals sitting below and began his pre-battle speech.

Napoleon's accent was strange, a bit of Italian maritime French, and Louis really couldn't understand what he was saying if he hadn't been constantly influenced by Vitali.

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