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In the solemn hall, important ministers and famous generals gathered together.

Even His Excellency the Red-robed Patriarch, who has not appeared all year round, specially attended this time.

The first to speak was Marshal Leddigier, the most respected of the four generalissimos, with a serious face: "Your Majesty, the situation is very bad now, according to the information received, the British army has already broken through the city of Dunkirk in the morning, and now the troops are divided into two routes, all the way to Lille, an important town in the north of our country, and one is relying on the fleet to constantly harass and attack various cities along the coastline of our country, and can land at any place at any time to attack us. ”

"I know all of this, let's talk about countermeasures. "His Majesty the Emperor of France is a little impatient.

After several marshals looked at each other for a few moments, the chubby Marshal Tirena spoke: "Now it is the Duke of Maurice who is organizing the defense in Lille City, he is experienced and powerful, and Lille City itself is also known for being tall and strong. Now that the autumn harvest has just ended, the city is also considered to have enough grain and grass, and it should be able to resist for a while. I suggest that we first gather our forces to destroy the fleet that is harassing along the coast, so that those British have no way to retreat, and then gather all our forces to support Lille and fight a decisive battle with them!"

"No!" Civilian Marshal Villars stood up and raised his voice in opposition: "How can you guarantee that when we destroy that fleet, the city of Lille will not be breached? Once the city of Lille is breached, the British army will be able to attack Paris directly, from Lille to Paris, it is all a plain, and several cities along the way are also small towns, and they will not be able to stop their offensive at all, so will they be allowed to fight to Paris at that time?" I suggest that we first send troops to support the city of Lille, at least to block the enemy's attack, and then slowly deal with the disturbing fleet, and at least to ensure the safety of Paris first!

"Lille can hold on, deal with that fleet first, otherwise when we fight the British army in Lille City, it will stab it in the back at any time, you don't know where it came ashore, from the coast to Paris, several avenues, it won't take long to kill it." As long as we destroy this fleet, cut off the back routes of the British, and cut off their logistics, are we afraid that we will not be able to defeat them head-on?" Marshal Tyrrenne did not give in.

"Support Lille first!

"Destroy the fleet first, and settle the worries!" shouted Marshal Tyrenne.

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"Enough!" His Majesty the Emperor yelled, interrupting the argument between the two, and then looked to the side: "I understand what you mean!

Marshal Ledigier pondered for a moment and said, "Now except for the coastal cities and a few important towns, the other cities have issued requisition orders, except for a part of the troops that will directly support Lille City nearby, the rest of the troops will be assembled in 3 to 5 days. The three major legions have all canceled their vacations, and they should all be assembled tomorrow morning. ”

"Then, tomorrow, Villar, you will lead the second and third legions to Lille City to support first, in view of your own strength is not strong enough, I will send Ados to you, you have only one task, that is, to be sure to block the opponent's attack, the longer the better! Tell me, can you do it?" His Majesty the Emperor had already made a decision and issued the first order.

Marshal Villars knelt on one knee and said in a slightly choked voice: "Your Majesty, rest assured, unless I die, the British will not want to take Lille City." ”

"Also, Tyrrene, you gather your forces in the city, and in three days, you will set out for Caen, and together with the royal fleet over there, you will completely destroy the British fleet, and once they are destroyed or disabled, you will immediately return to support the city of Lille, understand?"

"Understood, understood, I promise not to let go of any ship that searches the British!, however, I don't have the strength under my command that can resist the Martial Saint level, I don't know if Your Majesty can ......" The fat Marshal Tirrena hesitated a little in his words.

"Okay, I see, I'll send Bordos to you, so it's okay, you must not live up to my expectations!" His Majesty the Emperor, although his face was painful, was also very decisive.

"I promise! Destroy all the Brits! Let them have no return!" Marshal Tyrene hurriedly fell to his knees and assured him repeatedly.

"Yule!" His Majesty the Emperor called to his Prime Minister.

"Your Majesty, I'm here, do you have any orders? The reticent Zai came out.

"You are in charge of the logistics of the two marshals and the city of Lille, and you are personally in charge! You must ensure the logistics supply, and you must not let what happened in Spain last time happen again!" His Majesty the Emperor looked resolute.

"Okay, Your Majesty, I'll take care of this myself. The Prime Minister's voice was soft.

"Fouché!" was the Minister of Police.

"You fully cooperate with the musket team and clean up all those spies and rats in the city!" His Majesty the Emperor gave another order.

"Colbert!" it was the Minister of Works.

"When you go back, you will be responsible for building more weapons for the defense of the city, the more the better, plus all kinds of arrows, armor, and blades, most of which will be given priority to the city of Lille, and a quarter will be left in Paris. "Another command.

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The names of the ministers were called, orders were issued, and His Majesty the Emperor completely turned the whole of France into a cold war machine.

High on the ground, the white Basilica of the Sacred Heart glows with a faint white glow in the moonlight.

At the end of the evening's meeting, the Cardinal Patriarch Richelieu returned to his residence.

During the whole Council of the Temple, he did not give a single suggestion, did not give a single order, did not even say a word, but sat there quietly, as if it were only to express an attitude, an attitude of the Holy See in favor of France.

But only he knew, no, it wasn't like that, he just went to confirm, to make sure that the prey had entered the trap, to make sure that the plan was going according to his heart.

Standing in the hall of the church, bathed in the bright moonlight, the old man in the red robe laughed, from a suppressed laugh to a soft laugh, from a soft laugh to a loud laugh, until he laughed like a madman, like a madman.

Finally, in the silence of the subordinates around him, he stopped the gaffe laughter and turned back into the taciturn, kind and warm patriarch.

Then, one after another, he gave orders:

"Inform Archduke Cromwell that the prey has been caught!"

"Inform the Holy Maiden that you can start preparing for the plan!"

"Inform the gang at sea that there is a Sharpshooter Martial Saint who needs their care. ”

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"Notify everyone, officially begin the first phase of the 'Kingdom of God on Earth' project!"