Xiao Letian was so shameless that even the birds on the castle couldn't stand it anymore, and a few crows flew away into the distance with their cries!
"What the hell! Have you eaten too much human flesh?" Xiao Letian pointed a middle finger at the crow pen, "Remember to fly to Paris in advance, there will be plenty of human flesh for you to eat later!"
While Xiao Letian was bickering with Black Crow in boredom, Bismarck's secretary ran over panting, "Head of State! Head of State, please come to the conference room... There is news from Paris! Paris is in complete chaos!"
"Oh!" Xiao Letian shouted excitedly, "Let's go, I'll go right now!"
Just three days after the bloody battle in the Spicillin Heights, the good news was brought back by the spies. At this moment, everyone in the temporary headquarters in the castle hall had unconcealable smiles on their faces.
This kind of situation is really rare among the serious and unsmiling Prussian soldiers. When Bismarck saw Xiao Letian, he strode over and gave him a bear hug.
"Dear Xiao! Our strategy worked, France is indeed in chaos!"
"Demonstrations broke out across the city in Paris. Four and a half million people took to the streets to protest against the cowardice and incompetence of the military. Left-wing MPs clamored to form a National Guard. They demanded that Queen Eugenie immediately open the arsenal and arm 200,000 Paris citizens! "
"Prime Minister Olivier has resigned, and his staff have also resigned! Hahaha, the last group of people who can do actual work in French internal affairs have been killed by themselves!"
"Hahaha, the people coming up now are all newbies! God bless you, great news!"
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War is a paradise for the victors, but it is also a hell for the losers! When Frossard returned to Metz with his defeated troops, the entire French army's frontline base camp was completely in turmoil.
Three days ago! Napoleon III was still immersed in the joy of Frossard's capture of Saarbrücken, and when he was looking forward to McMahon's continued efforts to capture Mannheim, the bad news hit him on the head like a meteorite.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty... there is an urgent message from New Castle! General McMahon has encountered a siege of 100,000 Prussian troops. The general is outnumbered and has withdrawn from Walter!"
"What?" The French Emperor, who was drinking broth, shivered and dropped his pants. "A hundred thousand troops? Didn't they say that their general offensive position is on the Western Front? Why did they suddenly appear in Walter?"
At this time, Marshal Bazin also ran in, "Your Majesty... Walter, our side has been defeated miserably!"
Napoleon III waved his hand, "I already know. Now I just want to ask, where is the main direction of the Prussian attack?"
"If I remember correctly, the Prussians only invested 300,000 troops on the entire border! And these people have to defend the entire border of more than 300 kilometers. How many soldiers are there on each important road on average?"
"One hundred thousand Prussian troops were gathered in Woerth at once, so that means the total troops on other borders are only two hundred thousand? So why are there still fighting in Saarbrücken!"
"Ask Frossard, what's going on? Since the enemy's main force is not on his side, why hasn't he conquered the castle yet?"
Marshal Bazin heard the anger of the French Emperor, and he must smooth things over for his men. "Your Majesty, please calm down! Frossard also has his own difficulties. Now the suburbs of Saarbrücken are all under our control." It’s gone, leaving only an isolated castle with more than 10,000 people..."
"What can this small amount of troops do? It can't hinder the movement of my army at all!"
"Then why hasn't it been conquered yet?" the Emperor asked sternly.
"Your Majesty, Frossard may be trying to preserve his strength. He doesn't want to lose the lives of his soldiers in a meaningless siege! As long as this small town is besieged for a few more days and becomes an isolated island, it will soon surrender! "
Napoleon III looked like a famous general on the surface, but in fact he was just a fool at heart. His command level was not even better than that of his uncle, but even some of the division commanders and commanders of the Prussian army!
This is the kind of person who is said to be strong on the outside and strong on the inside. Marshal Bazin's explanation is so far-fetched that he actually believes it!
The French Emperor pointed at the map and said fiercely, "Ask McMahon to defend the Vosges Mountains and block the enemy's main force to the east of the mountains!"
"Let Frossard quickly clear out Saarbrücken, the army quickly enters Prussia, and then make a detour to the east to take the enemy's main force's retreat!"
"Who is the commander of the Prussian Army on the Eastern Front? Is it that boy Karl who has a sick throat? Haha... Defeat him, it's best to capture him alive!"
The orders of the French Emperor were passed down one after another. This emperor, who took war as a joke, had no idea how dangerous the front line was. He thought he could force these generals to work with his strong military orders.
But I never expected that just over twenty hours later, when it was just dawn the next morning, countless cavalry suddenly appeared outside the city of Metz. They were all casualties sent to the battlefield by the French Emperor's Central Army. Cavalry Scout.
"Your Majesty! Please report to Your Majesty... Fifteen kilometers northeast of Metz... we have discovered a large number of broken troops!"
"Your Majesty... Frossard's Second Army has withdrawn. It has been completely routed and has no baggage left at all!"
At this time, the city of Metz was in a state of chaos. The French Emperor was awakened urgently, and all the senior executives in the headquarters gathered together with pale faces.
"How could this happen? How is this possible? The Second Army also retreated? And they withdrew directly to the city of Metz? Has the enemy already hit me right under my nose?"
"Speak! Why are you all mute? Didn't you say yesterday that the main force of the enemy was in Walter? Didn't you say yesterday that a hundred thousand troops were advancing towards Strasbourg?"
"Why did you suddenly appear on the Western Front? Why did you turn the elite Second Army into such a mess!"
"Answer me! Answer me..." The French Emperor roared crazily in the conference room. The generals below were sweating on their foreheads, and they were trembling and dared not speak.
At this moment, the vanguard of the defeated army could be seen outside the city of Metz. It was a cavalry force of six to seven thousand. This was the only troop in Frossard's hands whose morale had not collapsed.
The Queen's Cavalry Regiment gathered all the cavalry, gathered together to protect the commander, and retreated hastily to the city of Metz.
Frossard rushed into the conference room as embarrassed as a dog. When he saw the Emperor, he howled and knelt on the ground!
"Your Majesty! I was besieged by more than 100,000 Prussian troops. I really have too few troops to resist!"
There was another roar in the conference room. "Are you kidding? Why are there another hundred thousand Prussian troops? How can these Prussians have so many troops?"
"Walter has more than 100,000 people, and Saarbrücken has more than 100,000 people. Could it be that the remaining 300 kilometers of border cannot be protected by less than 100,000 people?"
"Damn it, is it possible that all the Prussian fortresses and camps on the other borders are empty? Are they all there to confuse us?"
"Someone is lying. One of Frossard and McMahon must be lying!"
