Marshal Lista had not slept well all night, and the sudden burst of cheers in the French barracks made him suspicious, and he could not sleep after tossing and turning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Why did they cheer? The cheers must be because there were good things! But in the current situation, what good things can they have? Then they must be completely sure that they will take Nuremberg! It is unlikely that the reinforcements will be raised, could it be that the French have also recruited a few martial saint-level masters to help? Who could it be? Alas, tomorrow is another bitter battle......

Finally staying up until dawn, Marshal Lista could no longer hold on, got up, gathered his generals, and went up to the city wall. He even sent a few comrades to tell them his guesses, just in case.

It was still only a cloudy day, and there was a misty morning fog that made it difficult to see the French camp in the distance.

This is to take advantage of the fog to attack? Yes! It must be true, this Napoleonic Emperor has many cases of winning battles with the help of fog!

Thinking of this, Marshal Lista hurriedly called his personal guards and gave the order. After a while, the city walls were full of German soldiers, all of them in full armor, with soldiers in hand, looking ahead, waiting for the battle.

Marshal Lista was still not enough, and several orders were issued, and suddenly countless torches were dropped, illuminating a large area under the city walls clearly, and a few scouts were put down to probe the front to prevent any possible sneak attack.

The morning fog finally lifted, and the sneak attack did not come.

But as the morning fog cleared, Marshal Lista also saw clearly the French barracks opposite, where it was empty, and the continuous tents had long since disappeared, leaving only a large open space, and some wooden stakes and debris scattered on the open space.

Marshal Lista froze.

Is this a detour? No, if you want to attack Berlin, there is only one way to go through Nuremberg, and this is the only way to go! Even if you take a detour to the west......

No! Not a detour! It's a retreat! The French retreated!

A great ecstasy welled up in Marshal Lista's heart, making him almost uncontrollable with excitement.

The generals and soldiers on the city wall also reacted immediately, their faces changed from disbelief to ecstasy, and countless shouts and cheers suddenly rose and fell up and down the city wall.

Marshal Lista had not slept well all night, and the sudden burst of cheers in the French barracks made him suspicious, and he could not sleep after tossing and turning.

Why did they cheer? The cheers must be because there were good things! But in the current situation, what good things can they have? Then they must be completely sure that they will take Nuremberg! It is unlikely that the reinforcements will be raised, could it be that the French have also recruited a few martial saint-level masters to help? Who could it be? Alas, tomorrow is another bitter battle......

Finally staying up until dawn, Marshal Lista could no longer hold on, got up, gathered his generals, and went up to the city wall. He even sent a few comrades to tell them his guesses, just in case.

It was still only a cloudy day, and there was a misty morning fog that made it difficult to see the French camp in the distance.

This is to take advantage of the fog to attack? Yes! It must be true, this Napoleonic Emperor has many cases of winning battles with the help of fog!

Thinking of this, Marshal Lista hurriedly called his personal guards and gave the order. After a while, the city walls were full of German soldiers, all of them in full armor, with soldiers in hand, looking ahead, waiting for the battle.

Marshal Lista was still not enough, and several orders were issued, and suddenly countless torches were dropped, illuminating a large area under the city walls clearly, and a few scouts were put down to probe the front to prevent any possible sneak attack.

The morning fog finally lifted, and the sneak attack did not come.

But as the morning fog cleared, Marshal Lista also saw clearly the French barracks opposite, where it was empty, and the continuous tents had long since disappeared, leaving only a large open space, and some wooden stakes and debris scattered on the open space.

Marshal Lista froze.

Is this a detour? No, if you want to attack Berlin, there is only one way to go through Nuremberg, and this is the only way to go! Even if you take a detour to the west......

No! Not a detour! It's a retreat! The French retreated!

A great ecstasy welled up in Marshal Lista's heart, making him almost uncontrollable with excitement.

The generals and soldiers on the city wall also reacted immediately, their faces changed from disbelief to ecstasy, and countless shouts and cheers suddenly rose and fell up and down the city wall.

Marshal Lista had not slept well all night, and the sudden burst of cheers in the French barracks made him suspicious, and he could not sleep after tossing and turning.

Why did they cheer? The cheers must be because there were good things! But in the current situation, what good things can they have? Then they must be completely sure that they will take Nuremberg! It is unlikely that the reinforcements will be raised, could it be that the French have also recruited a few martial saint-level masters to help? Who could it be? Alas, tomorrow is another bitter battle......

Finally staying up until dawn, Marshal Lista could no longer hold on, got up, gathered his generals, and went up to the city wall. He even sent a few comrades to tell them his guesses, just in case.

It was still only a cloudy day, and there was a misty morning fog that made it difficult to see the French camp in the distance.

This is to take advantage of the fog to attack? Yes! It must be true, this Napoleonic Emperor has many cases of winning battles with the help of fog!

Thinking of this, Marshal Lista hurriedly called his personal guards and gave the order. After a while, the city walls were full of German soldiers, all of them in full armor, with soldiers in hand, looking ahead, waiting for the battle.

Marshal Lista was still not enough, and several orders were issued, and suddenly countless torches were dropped, illuminating a large area under the city walls clearly, and a few scouts were put down to probe the front to prevent any possible sneak attack.

The morning fog finally lifted, and the sneak attack did not come.

But as the morning fog cleared, Marshal Lista also saw clearly the French barracks opposite, where it was empty, and the continuous tents had long since disappeared, leaving only a large open space, and some wooden stakes and debris scattered on the open space.

Marshal Lista froze.

Is this a detour? No, if you want to attack Berlin, there is only one way to go through Nuremberg, and this is the only way to go! Even if you take a detour to the west......

No! Not a detour! It's a retreat! The French retreated!

A great ecstasy welled up in Marshal Lista's heart, making him almost uncontrollable with excitement.

The generals and soldiers on the city wall also reacted immediately, their faces changed from disbelief to ecstasy, and countless shouts and cheers suddenly rose and fell up and down the city wall.