On the outskirts of Celesta, Bono de Coullen slammed Franz's "letter of dismissal" to the ground.

"Shit! You tell that hairy boy! The soldiers of France will not give in! We will surely make you pay the price in blood! ”

Max Weisman, the Allied messenger, didn't want to listen to the barks of the losers, and he was waiting to go back to the dinner.

The local nobles of Alsace saw that the coalition forces were so strong and had the upper hand, and rushed to the labor army.

Also under the influence of nationalism, the population of Alsace was very enthusiastic about the Allied forces, and with the Habsburgs once ruling the land, they had mixed feelings about the Austrian troops returning here.

"Honorable Commander-in-Chief of the German Allied Forces, Generalissimo of the Confederation, Honorary Emperor of the German Empire, Great Roman King, Archduke Franz Joseph Habsburg of Austria generously gives you a day to consider.

The time ended on June 29, 1848, at twelve o'clock at noon.

If your army still refuses to withdraw from Alsace, we will wipe out all remaining invaders in Alsace.

Do you accept it? ”

When they first met, Max Weismann was still in awe of France and the general in front of him, but the balance of power between the two sides and the fanatical nationalists around him after the war filled the messenger's chest with pride, and he couldn't help but feel a little more arrogant in his gestures.

This made Bono de Cullen want to knock the guy in front of him to the ground with a single punch, and then immediately go to war to kill all the German troops in front of him.

However, he needed time at this time, and the French army was greatly damaged by the battle just now, and all the losses were elite veterans.

In addition, the chaos just now has broken up a lot of the organization, and even if he is given a few more hours, he may not be able to restore the original structure.

The most important thing is that Bono de Cullen understood one thing from the short exchange of fire just now, the enemy in front of him is not at the same level as his own in terms of equipment and numbers.

He even suspected that Ramosirier, who was in charge of attacking Lorraine, had not put pressure on him at all, otherwise how could the entire elite of the German coalition army run to his side?

But Bono de Coullen, as he said before, will definitely not retreat, let alone surrender. So he needed time to regroup his drums, and at this point he could only say something viciously.

"Okay, I accept."

Max Weissman looked at the other person's expression and only felt amused, and then extended his hand "friendly".

"I hope you will think more about your soldiers and those innocent civilians. Let's do more for love and peace."

Bono de Coullen did not stretch out his hand, let alone reach out his hand, but said coldly.

"Send him away!"

Several officers immediately reached out and invited Max Weissman out.

As the sun sets, the occasional crow flies across the gloomy sky, and the ruins on the outskirts of Celesta are filled with French soldiers wounded in battle.

The crooked French soldiers were eating poor food, and in fact, due to the food crisis and economic crisis in the country, the money and food sent by the logistics department were simply not enough.

However, generally speaking, the French army was fed by the enemy, so the logistical pressure was not great.

However, at this time, the scorched earth policy of the Alsacians had completely turned the French army into Muggles, with nowhere to loot, and the French army could only sigh while eating the biscuits and salted meat that had been stored for decades.

Some of them were even prepared by Napoleon for his expedition to Russia, seized by some unscrupulous merchants, and sold to the Second French Republic by this time.

Historically, these biscuits and bacon that have been left for decades have been sold for generations, and in fact, zombie meat has never disappeared until today.

The wails and sighs of the French soldiers made Max Weissmann feel very good.

At this moment, he slashed and fell directly to the ground, and he tried to support his body with his hands but touched something slippery.

Max Weisman subconsciously looked at his palm, which was actually stained with viscous blood.

Then he found that the barrels randomly stacked on the side were actually full of human hands and feet, and then the curtain was lifted on the side, and a big man walked out, his apron was stained with blood, and a steel knife full of serrated teeth was pinned to his waist at random, and he was carrying a wooden barrel full of hands and feet in his hand.

Max Weisman was just an ordinary gentleman in high society, and where had he ever seen such a bloody and strange scene, he was immediately frightened.

It remains to be said how the French diplomats appeased Max Weismann and how he returned to the coalition camp.

At the command of Bono de Coullen, the staff officers quarreled.

"Damn! The Austrians sent all the main forces here, what are Arcena, Ramosillier, Pellisi, Truvier doing! ”

Henri Arsène, commander of the Northern Army of the Second French Republic.

Christophe Louis Léon Jules Bourdon de La Mosillier, Commander of the Central Army of the French Second Republic.

Amenable Pellisier, Commander of the Swiss Expeditionary Force in the Second French Republic.

François Truvier, Commander of the Great Eastern Fleet of the Second French Republic.

Obviously, at this time, not many people in the French military regarded Bellevue as the Minister of War, and even within the French army, no one thought that Bellevue could replicate the glory of Napoleon's expedition to Italy.

"Retreat! Retreat now, we can still keep our dignity. ”

Lieutenant General Paul Dubois, from the Breton Legion, as the elite of the French army and the main force just on the battlefield, no one knows better than him how strong the enemy in front of him is.

Although the military discipline of the Breton Legion is very poor, it is definitely a top boy, otherwise it would not be possible to take on the main attack mission.

However, in the battle just now, the Breton Legion lost nearly half of its troops, especially the middle and lower commanders, who lost almost two-thirds.

In addition to the dead, there are also a large number of wounded soldiers, these people need to be taken care of, daily work also needs to be dealt with, plus the needs of battlefield guards, the entire regiment has been basically disabled.

However, the other two commanders disagreed, especially the Pyrenean commander Lieutenant General Louis Fes, who had just arrived to support.

"Damn! You coward! Do you give up the lands of France to the Germanic barbarians? ”

"What do you say? This battle meant no point in the first place, and if it weren't for the old men in Paris who had to join forces with the British, we wouldn't have come to this damn place at all!

We don't fight Alsace, and the Germans won't cross the Rhine to fight us! ”

Lieutenant General Louis Fez was furious and grabbed Lieutenant General Paul Dubois by the neck.

"You coward, dare to question the correctness of defending the Motherland?"

The latter pushed the former away and said angrily.

"Are you defending the Motherland? You are aggression! Look what you guys have done! Turn cities into ruins, fertile fields into ashes, and civilians into rebels!

Why should the people of France be the enemy of our army? Why do our people need Germans to protect on our French soil?

Is your so-called Second Republic of Freedom, Nation, Fraternity really that perfect? ”

(End of chapter)