I have to admit that Charles Rozhye is a very shrewd person, and he is very good at finding the pain points of the other party.

However, at this time, his approach was too rough, and although it was a blockbuster, it was also annoying, even angry.

However, Charles Rozher finally succeeded with his excellent eloquence, but it also left a hidden danger for the future.

As for the question of the fact that the chairman and vice president of the parliament are both Jews, after all, there are millions of Jews living in Germany, and it is normal for this situation to occur.

Eduard Simson and Gabriel Richel continued to serve as speakers, but some moved away from their fanatical national sentiment and began to re-examine the Frankfurt National Assembly.

Others have become radicals, desperate to weed out those who are not pure enough. The National Assembly in Frankfurt was split again

And at this time, the reinforcements that were supposed to arrive in Brussels had not even departed

However, Leopold I and the Belgian rebels in Brussels did not know this, and Leopold I's impression of the German coalition was still stuck in the extremely fast movement of the army.

The German coalition led by Archduke Albrecht reached the door of Leopold I as soon as he left his house.

Leopold I was a brilliant leader who had a knack for inspiring people.

Leopold I walked the front lines in his military uniform, trying to make himself as visible as possible to as many people as possible. He tried his best to reassure every soldier, every restless volunteer.

At this time, the Duchy of Belgium was dominated by hilly terrain, and the Flanders Plain was already the territory of the Dutch, while the Ardennes was in the hands of the German state.

Even with only the central hills remaining, the Belgians fought tenaciously.

They knew very well that they could not confront the powerful French army head-on, but how the invading French army had treated them during the Luxembourg crisis.

(For more information, please refer to the Luxembourg crisis above.) ）

Armed with rudimentary weapons, Belgians fought wherever they could, where they couldn't: villages, farmland, swamps, and even latrines.

However, the balance of victory and defeat did not tip in favor of one side after the harder fight, and in a very short period of time the Belgians suffered heavy casualties and their defenses became precarious.

A torrential rainstorm interrupted the bloody battle, and Belgium lost most of its territory in less than a week after the start of the war, leaving it to retreat to its capital, Brussels.

The ground became muddy after the rain, which was beneficial for the defenders, but the soldiers of the Belgian army were exhausted, and after being soaked in the rain, the corpses that had not had time to clean up began to swell and emit a foul smell.

Behind the low wall were the wails of wounded soldiers and the whimpering of recruits, who would have fled long ago if it weren't for Brussels, not their home.

Leopold I, accompanied by Charles Rozhille, was once again at the front, and it was uncomfortable to walk in the mud, but he managed to make his steps as resolute as possible.

He needs to put his best foot forward with his soldiers and give them the confidence to continue this battle of disparity.

Leopold I looked around, there was a dead silence around him, and the wounded and recruits tried to be as strong as possible, knowing that their king was not fleeing, but fighting alongside them.

Leopold I took a deep breath, he knew very well that the wind and rain could not stop the French, the other side was just licking their wounds, and they would soon attack again with greater agility.

At this time, it is just the calm before the storm, and the next battle is the moment when the fate is truly decided

Leopold I looked at the soldiers' dirty faces with anticipation, and even though they couldn't even stand still, they still clutched their weapons.

He knew he had to do something, so he took a deep breath and spoke.

"Warriors, I know you've given a lot. You are fighting here day and night for the sake of your country and your families. You are the pride of Belgium and the heroes of my heart. ”

The soldiers listened quietly, and the haze in the sky seemed to be being dispelled by a force.

Leopold I continued: "Now the German coalition is approaching. This is a battle that will test our will and courage. But as long as we hold off the French, we win!."

His voice was penetrating, and it really made the soldiers' blood boil.

And yet it's been a week, and they've been listening to it for a whole week.

What they need now is reinforcements, supplies, rest.

But none of this Leopold I could give them, so he could only continue.

"Warriors, you are now defending freedom and democracy not only in Belgium, but in all of Europe. This is a battle for the future, and we cannot afford to lose! ”

"Your Majesty, where are the reinforcements? It's been the eighth day, and the French are like locusts that they can't finish killing at all."

A captain whose arm had been cut off in half said tremblingly, he was undoubtedly a strong-willed person, and ordinary people would have fainted to death if they were so seriously injured, let alone act.

But even such a strong person has reached the limit, the gap between the Belgian army and the French army is all-round, whether it is equipment, training, or even physical fitness is far inferior to the French.

These people have survived until now because they are backed by Brussels, where there is their home, their wives and children.

But human physical strength is limited after all, and they are on the verge of collapse.

Leopold I approached the captain, looked him in the eye, and spoke out in a firm tone.

"Reinforcements will come! I will wait with you for reinforcements to arrive."

The dull atmosphere was broken by a few cannon shots, which the French were preparing for the attack.

Since it was an asymmetrical war, the French artillery could unscrupulously carry out artillery strikes on the Belgian positions.

The French commander on the opposite side saw this weakness of the Belgians, so he kept moving the artillery units, eager to shoot the cannon in the Belgians' faces.

Applying a bayonet to a cannon is a typical Napoleonic method of warfare, but it is still simple and effective decades later.

The rallying cry of the French camp sounded incessantly, and the French soldiers began to stand in line.

"Skirmishers!"

As the officer gave the order, the French stragglers came out of the line, and they would be the first to make a tentative assault while harassing the defenders' lines.

As the Marseillaise was played again, the French began to march into battle in a neat formation.

On this day the Belgians recalled the fear of being dominated by the French.

At this time, the members of the National Assembly in Frankfurt were still arguing.