As the commander of the royalist expeditionary force, Duke Billund felt extremely anxious. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

To be honest, he didn't want to come at all, and he didn't even think about leading the army to fight against the legendary French god of war. But now that the whole family is in the hands of the Holy See, and he is one of the few remaining marshals in France who has experience in leading troops in battle, he has to bite the bullet and rush to Marseille with a group of rabble that have been hastily gathered.

The initial battle was not smooth, the two sides came and went, each with damage, although his strength was relatively stronger, but he did not have the upper hand, but has been fighting tied, and even suffered several big losses in the field. Fortunately, the Holy See and the new emperor were very determined, and one after another masters, batch after batch of soldiers, supplemented themselves, giving themselves an absolute advantage, so that the other party had to retreat into the city and defend according to the danger.

Although he did not understand why the legendary Marshal Napoleon did not use the sports warfare he was best at to burn the flames of war all over France, but here, in such a lonely town, he fought this most stupid battle to the death, a hard battle. It is meaningless to let the military strength on both sides quickly wear down between attack and defense. But he knew that only he had been so persistent in the strong attack, as long as there was enough time, it would not be difficult to exhaust the incomparably stubborn revolutionary army in the city, complete this war, and break the myth of invincibility. However, it takes enough time!

The urging letters from Paris were one after another, and the papal masters around him were also unceremonious to themselves, constantly urging, and any orders issued had to be repeatedly confirmed before they were executed, and the opponents on the opposite side were unusually tenacious, which made him very anxious and eager to explain this helpless war.

But what really made him extremely anxious and hesitant, and what vacillated between continuing the offensive and decisively withdrawing his troops was the old noble coalition that had slowly gathered in the city of Aix a few days ago.

He sent messengers at the first time, but there was no reply, and then he sent several more batches, but there was still no reply, and all those messengers were like raindrops that melted into the sea, and all of them disappeared at once. This made him understand that the army that was slowly gathering there was not friend or foe, and it was very likely that it was the revolutionary army that had come to support Marseille!

I sent several groups of spies to scout over again, and I didn't get much information, but after a preliminary analysis, the strength of the coalition army in Aix City was definitely not under its own, and if it really fought, plus the revolutionary army in Marseille City, the outcome would still be unpredictable.

In other words, if the legendary marshal on the opposite side really launched a threat, and the two armies were united, it was very likely that his side would be completely annihilated and completely strangled by them.

But the key thing is that he didn't say that he could withdraw the troops, and the group of papal masters under his command who had changed their appearance and kept their names incognito definitely did not agree to withdraw their troops, and even the suspension of the attack in the past few days was resisted by them for a long time.

After thinking about it anxiously for most of the night, he barely fell asleep in exhaustion.

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It felt like he had only slept for a short while, and there was a commotion outside the tent, and his own soldiers also ran into the tent, shaking him constantly, shaking and shouting something.

It was only after his drowsy brain was finally cleared up that he could clearly hear the shouts of his own soldiers: "Marshal, wake up quickly! The revolutionary army is out of the city! It is fighting with our army!"

The brain that had just been woken up was running very slowly, but the first thought had already popped out: how could it be?

However, the second thought quickly took over his brain: no, Marshal Napoleon could not have been so mentally retarded, yes, he must have joined forces with the guys in Aix!

The Duke of Billund had completely regained his senses, and his reason told him: Now that the expeditionary force has reached the most dangerous moment, there must be no chaos at this time, and it is necessary to maintain order as soon as possible, strive to break through the encirclement and suppression, and return to Paris!

Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate, picked up the broad-bladed war knife in his hand, and went out of the military tent, shouting and roaring to gather the generals of the various teams.

However, as soon as he came out of the tent, his roar stopped abruptly: although it was already dawn outside, there was a white mist everywhere, and at some point, a large white fog covered the entire military camp, and the visibility in the fog was so low that he could not even see the towering city wall not far away, and around him, there were people running around, some people were roaring, some people were gathering subordinates, and the sound of shouting and weapons could be faintly heard.

The other party is taking advantage of this fog to attack us! A huge sense of danger instantly enveloped his heart.

"Assemble! Assemble! The other side is killing through the mist! Don't fight hard! I am Marshal Billund, I order! Abandon the barracks! Let's rush north together, break through the encirclement! Rush out of the valley! Get out of the white mist!" Duke Billund's whole body stirred, and his voice was transmitted around the barracks, over and over again, he roared wildly.

Then he waved his sword frantically, trying to blow away the white mist around him, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect, and then he gathered everyone he could see and rushed towards the north of the barracks.

They didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, the shouts of killing and fighting were left far behind them, and a group of scattered troops gathered with his shouts, and a little confidence and security grew in everyone's hearts as the crowd gathered. No one wanted to be encircled, caught in this dangerous white fog, and death was unknown, and everyone struggled to the north, intending to leave the mist-shrouded valley surrounded by the three mountains, and rush to the plain.

Surprisingly, they encountered no obstacles along the way, and although they were chaotic and embarrassed, they still rushed out of the valley as they wished, escaped from the thick white fog, and fled to the open plain.

However, in front of them were a neat array of infantry phalanxes lined up in neat formations, and a charging array of heavily armored knights holding banners of various family coats and arms, which were the long-awaited aristocratic coalition.

Trumpets sounded, arrows rained down, and behind the arrows were a furious charge of infantry and cavalry.

"Tomorrow we will go out of the city to attack, and we will have a great victory, and our great Marshal Napoleon will promise to completely crush that royalist expeditionary force. The young and handsome Eugène announced solemnly.

"How is this possible? Where do you still have the strength to launch an offensive now?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"This Marshal Napoleon naturally has a way to win, and you just have to keep your eyes open when the time comes. If you really don't feel at ease, you can go and watch the battle, and if we fail, then everything is not to be mentioned. But if we win, then you can help us clean up the rout. How about it?" the young revolutionary army knight's face was full of confidence, and then he said solemnly again: "Cherish the feathers and refuse to suffer too many losses, the marshal does not blame you, but if we defeat the other party, you don't even dare to break the army, then it is really unreasonable, right?"

"Then what do you say?" said a big city lord.

"I don't need you to do anything, but when the time comes, you can reorganize your army in the plains under the mountains of Marignana, and destroy the routs who have fled, after all, you can't let them do the trouble, or flee back to Paris. Eugène's voice was not too loud, as if he was explaining some trivial matter.