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"Maybe the whole army will be gone, you tell me it may be all gone!" the middle-aged man in the royal dress roared angrily.

"Yes, Your Majesty, as soon as the morning dawns we sent a ship out to inquire about the news. But on that warring sea, we could only find countless broken planks and floating corpses, most of them ours and a few of them British, and I had arranged for someone to salvage them. The elderly prime minister's tone was quite calm, but there was unbreakable sorrow between his eyebrows.

"This is the entire royal fleet, plus those three legions, more than 100,000 people, is Tirrena a pig? This can also be wiped out? And Bordos, he is a martial saint, he can fly, and he can't escape?" The middle-aged emperor still couldn't believe this amazing news.

"From my discussions with several marshals and generals, it is very likely that the siege of Lille was only a cover, and they may have left only a few men to make a feint to contain them. And the fleet that harassed the coast was the main force of the British army, and there must have been Knights of the Round Table of the Martial Saint level among them, and even several, otherwise it would not be possible to explain the fact that Lord Bordos could not escape back. Marshal Leddigier explained.

"Knights of the Round Table, aren't they forbidden to fight?" His Majesty looked at the Grand Patriarch of Richelieu, who was sitting on the sidelines with squinting eyes.

"It's not that they're not allowed to go to war, they're just not allowed to set foot on the mainland, and as you can see, the battle takes place at sea. Patriarch Richelieu opened his eyes and said softly: "Of course, if Your Majesty discovers the Knights of the Round Table on the mainland, the Holy See will intervene." ”

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His Majesty the Emperor slapped his palm on the table beside him, and his tone was full of anger and anxiety: "Then what to do now?"

"Judging from the current situation, it is indeed terrible. Now the British have completely no worries and have complete control of the sea. They can land at any time in any coastal area of our country and drive straight to Paris. The defense of Lille is of no value, and I suggest that the forces of Lille be brought back and concentrated on defending Paris, and if we can survive until winter, we still have a glimmer of hope. "Field Marshal Leddigier gave advice with many years of experience.

"If the army withdraws from Lille City, will it be attacked by the other side?

"Didn't you say before, the attack on Lille is most likely a small force in disguise, not the main force. Of course, just in case, only the two main legions can be withdrawn, and the others can continue to defend or act as queens. In short, the most important thing now is to strengthen the defense of Paris. It is necessary to concentrate all forces to block the attack of the British, otherwise once Paris falls, France will be finished. Marshal Leddigier persuaded bitterly.

His Majesty the Emperor was silent, and he paced from left to right, and from right to left, before he said with difficulty: "Okay, just do as you say, and be sure to withdraw the second and third legions." As for the other sacrifices, France will remember them. ”

"Marshal Ledigier, you are my elder and my most trusted person, and I will entrust you with the defense of Paris. His Majesty the Emperor saluted the gray-haired old marshal.

"For the sake of France, I will go to the soup and die!" the old marshal fell to his knees.

"Yule, you are responsible for supervising the whole city, strictly blocking news, and not allowing any rumors to spread in the city. "His Majesty the Emperor explained to the Prime Minister that he was humane.

"Colbert, you are responsible for the national conscription again, and this time, regardless of strength, as long as you are over 14 years old and under 50 years old, you will be allowed to enlist in the army. Prepare a large number of weapons and armor, regardless of the quality, the more the better, the treasury and the royal bank will fully support you, you can just do it!"

"Talleyrand!" was called the name of the Foreign Secretary.

It was a skinny middle-aged man.

"There's no way, I wronged you to go to the German ......"

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More than a dozen orders were issued, and His Majesty the Emperor used almost all means to save the country and save his own throne.

After a few days of calm, Zhang Ang suddenly missed Albert a little, and a little abnormally, he had not come to Zhang Ang for a drink for several days.

After some searching, at Albert's house, Zhang Ang saw him again.

Albert used to have a big smile on his face, and he could greet people warmly and talk and laugh cheerfully.

And now, he was curled up in the corner, with tears on his face, crying silently.

"What's wrong with you? The people in the tavern say you're missing, what's going on these days? Are you out of love? Why are you crying like this?" Zhang Ang walked over, a little worried about Albert in front of him.

"France is finished. Albert muttered a phrase from his mouth.

"What, what's over?" Zhang Ang didn't hear clearly.

"France is finished, everything is finished. Albert muttered and repeated, and there was no sparkle in his eyes.

"But the news I heard is good, the city of Lille has completely stabilized its footing, and when it is winter, the British will retreat. With so many legions in the way, there's no reason why it's so easy to break through. Zhang Ang comforted him.

"You know what a! The whole army is gone, all are dead! Do you understand, the fleet is all over, and the British will be in the city immediately!" Albert suddenly shouted.

"Did you hear anything again?" Zhang Ang was a little nervous.

"Tirrena didn't go to Lille at all, he went to the sea! The entire royal fleet, the four reorganized legions, a sharpshooter saint, all gone, all the army was wiped out, did you know? Our France, too, is running out. Albert jumped to his feet, shouting, and looked mad.

"Where did the news come from, has it been confirmed, is it true?" asked Zhang Ang with some surprise.

"Hahaha, really? I was warned by the musketeers, are you really false? The news is so tightly blocked, what's the use? When the British soldiers come to the city, can they still cover everyone's eyes?" Albert ignored it, and still muttered noisily.

"Wait, wait, calm down, since the news is true, let's think of countermeasures, now the troops in the city are still quite sufficient, and they can at least resist for a while, wait for winter, won't the British retreat until winter?" Zhang Ang hugged Albert, who was dancing, forced him to calm down, and persuaded him again.

"Winter? Everybody is waiting for winter. Who told you that the British would retire in the winter? and who told you that we have what it takes to survive the winter?" Albert's tone was full of mockery, and his eyes were full of despair.