At the same time, rumors spread that the French raised ogres in the army and liked to eat people's hands and feet.

Max Weisman's insane appearance gives every reason to believe that he must have seen something too exciting to become like this.

The priests took the opportunity to trumpet the holiness of this war, that they were fighting demons and that they were doing God's will.

Nationalists, on the other hand, jumped out and preached that it was selfless and righteous to resist national oppression and save their compatriots.

The propaganda machine of the Austrian Empire sang the praises of the state and the royal family, proclaiming the correctness of national action and the greatness of the royal family.

In fact, Franz also wanted to visit the barracks one by one like the other traversers, and even have a drink with everyone.

However, the Austrian barracks were so large that he could not walk all night. Not to mention 150,000 glasses of wine, even if you add it up to a small glass of 142 grams, it costs 21.3 tons.

In the end, he could only symbolically visit 15 military camps and pose for a series of historical pictures under the hugs of the front and back.

But even that took him eight hours, and by the time Franz returned to his camp, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

The intense feeling of fatigue made him fall asleep

Several celebrities who had accompanied him all night were expecting something to happen, but two maids were asked out of the makeshift house on the grounds that "it might interfere with the Grand Duke's rest".

However, for these celebrities, it is already a capital to be able to walk with the crown prince of the Austrian Empire, and it is completely reasonable for them to add fuel and vinegar when it is so dark and so late.

As for why Franz had to bring these flies that he didn't like, the answer was to follow the locals.

An aristocratic young man of Franz's age would be considered impatient if he was not surrounded by celebrities or mistresses.

It's not his family that can't do it, or he himself can't.

At this time, the Austrian Empire was thriving, and if Franz did not bring two celebrities with him, then on the one hand, it would become the talk of the upper class after dinner, and on the other hand, the next time he came to pay tribute to Franz, it might no longer be a beautiful woman, but a beautiful man.

Unlike Franz, who was merciful at every turn, Archduke Albrecht and his army were nationalistic at this time, and had no mercy on the main force of Ramosilier in Saarburg.

Ramosirier felt that Albrecht did not have many troops, and that his side occupied favorable terrain, and even if he could not win, he would have no problem holding the fortress.

However, the first time the two sides faced each other, he knew that his troops would not be able to defeat the army in front of him in an encounter.

Ramosirier did much better than Bono de Coullen in the face of the coalition pursuit.

He did not waste his precious cavalry to gag the gap, but sent the Overseer to directly divide the part of the people who could not escape the pursuit from his main force.

Naturally, there was only one fate for those abandoned French soldiers, and that was death.

The nationalist wars of this era were even more brutal than the wars of the barbaric era, especially when the soldiers who were deeply influenced by nationalism saw their compatriots who had fled with the old and the young, and the comrades who had persisted for days to leave with their corpses and wounded soldiers.

Capture captives? Inexistent! They just want to kill each other, or be killed by each other.

All the French soldiers who fell on the battlefield were stabbed to prevent them from playing dead or not dead.

Ramosilier's decisiveness allowed him to lose only a small number of troops, so he was confident in holding Saalburg.

Since both sides were secretly marching, there were no military observers from other countries in either side.

Saarburg.

Listening to the incessant sound of heavy artillery outside, Ramosirier suddenly felt that his M1841 six-pounder little Napoleonic field gun was not fragrant.

"The Austrians are really strong with their heavy artillery!"

With two successive defeats for the Ramosilier legion, the chain of command was almost entirely new, with more than half of them killed in the previous attack.

"The Austrians' guns are all copied from ours!"

"That's scrap metal, it's just loud!"

"Your Excellency Marshal, if you like, I'll send someone to steal a few doors when it's dark."

Blind arrogance and inflamed tendencies were caused by the bureaucratic atmosphere of the French Second Republic at this time, and Ramosirier could only sigh helplessly.

He still misses his old subordinates, who only say big and empty words that are innocuous and empty.

But no matter what, as long as he holds Saarburg, then he will at least have the merit of recovering Lorraine, and he will at least be a hero of France

Coalition shells and rockets poured into the ruins of Saarburg as if they didn't want money, and the French army's main six-pounder gun had no chance to fight back.

Ramosirier had already made up his mind that after the end of this battle, he would develop a larger-caliber field gun to adapt to the new battlefield environment.

"Your Excellency! The continuous shelling by the German coalition forces has caused a lot of casualties to our troops, and more importantly, the morale of the soldiers is also very low."

Ramosillier said as he looked at the worried staff officer in front of him.

"Young man, I know you're scared. But the Germans have no wings and they cannot cross us, and as long as we stay here, Lorraine is ours.

For the glory of the Second French Republic! We must hold on until the very end! ”

The staff officer still said with some concern.

"However, according to intelligence in the Italian region, the Austrians did have a flying weapon, which was confirmed by the Papal States.

Pope Pius IX himself even awarded him the title of "Archangel of Killing"

Ramosirier couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

"It is better to believe that Pius IX is God's spokesman than to listen to those gods! They just like to get some gods and demons to deceive the foolish people.

I suggest you take a look at Nature and Science, which will keep you away from those gods. ”

"Aren't these two magazines Austrian publications?"

The young staff officer asked with some confusion.

Ramosirier had to smile awkwardly.

"As long as it works for us, you don't care what country it is! Anyway, the Austrians can fly, I Ramosilier don't believe it! ”

Unbeknownst to Ramosilier, however, was that just as he felt that he had held Saarburg in impregnable terms, a small detachment of the German coalition had already circled his rear

The Swiss expeditionary force of the Second French Republic numbered only 20,000 men, but Amenable Pellisier felt that he could at least reach Tyrol.

After all, according to the records of the French military observer in Switzerland, the so-called Swiss Civil War was not even a pecking of rookies, it was simply a war between indigenous tribes.

Except for bloodshed and cruelty, there is almost nothing to be done, and no French cadet would have fought such a stupid battle.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were actually played by tens of thousands, and the elite under his command must be far superior to the motley troops of the Austrians.

(End of chapter)