"Hahaha..." Xiao Letian stood up and laughed wildly, "Continue to fight? Do you think you still have what it takes to fight?"
"How much food is stored in Metz City? Your soldiers need to touch corpses on the battlefield to replenish some food. Even the rats in the city have been eaten by you. You still want to continue fighting?"
"Don't think that once the city is strong, you can defeat it once and for all. If you want to break this city, I have many ways... No need to attack. I can transport tens of thousands of dead cows and sheep and throw them up the river, letting the rotten meat contaminate the whole city. The city’s river…”
"If you're not hungry to death, how can you still be thirsty?"
"Don't think that I am a good man, don't think that I can't do such a thing... In order to end this damn war as soon as possible, I would rather die alive than the 170,000 people in your city!"
"Oh God! How dare you..." Bazan's eyes burst out with anger, and he even wanted to eat Xiao Letian alive.
The city of Metz is located at the confluence of the Moselle and Seile rivers. The rivers pass directly through the city. Such a city will never lack water resources.
But now it is the dry season in autumn, the water volume of the two rivers is decreasing, and the flow speed has become slower. If we really attack the city as Xiao Letian said, this will be really a trouble.
If the attacking party releases a large amount of decaying animal carcasses upstream of the river, the disease-filled carrion will contaminate the entire river.
The rivers in the dry season cannot wash away the carrion on their own, and it would be a huge project to remove it manually. Once the plague starts to spread to a density of 170,000 people, it can cause a catastrophe.
In the history of human wars, it is not uncommon to use plague to fight. The earliest Turks and Mongols used the corpses of enemy soldiers as weapons to throw trebuchets into the opponent's castle.
In the era without antibiotics, plague was an evil that humans could not defeat!
Bazin never expected that the Eastern head of state, who had been gentle just now, would fall out of favor faster than turning the page of a book. He would actually have such an evil plan hidden in his heart.
Xiao Letian looked at him coldly, "Why don't I dare? Why don't I dare? I've pointed out a way for you to survive and if you don't go, you'll be fined if you don't drink a toast, so don't blame me for being cruel!"
"Haha... Actually, even if I don't attack the city with the plague, how long can your city of Metz last? It's already October, and the New Year will be in more than two months. How are you going to spend this long winter?"
"In addition to some guns and ammunition, there is no food, coal or firewood in Metz. How can you keep warm?"
"Seventeen thousand people are going to freeze to death and starve to death because of your stubbornness?"
"You Bazan also came up step by step from the bottom of the soldier. Don't you know the hard work of ordinary soldiers? One general can make thousands of bones wither. Isn't your contribution piled up by thousands of lives?"
"If you don't accept the surrender conditions, do you want more soldiers to die in vain?"
"The King of Ansel is feeling sorry for his soldiers, but you are consuming the strength of the Royalists little by little?"
"Think about it carefully. These soldiers are the foundation for your future comeback! If you don't want to be liquidated, if you want to restore the empire, what will you rely on in the end? It's not just the strength in your hands..."
"So many lives are wasted on meaningless fighting spirit. You are destroying the Great Wall!"
"What good does it do you to make all the soldiers feel chilled? When the great liquidation comes, will they still protect you? When the prince returns to Paris, who else will follow him?"
"Stupid! Idiot!"
The scolding left Bazin speechless. He suddenly realized that his level at the negotiating table was completely different from that of the Chinese head of state.
From the beginning, the pace of negotiations has been controlled by the Chinese, who have never thought of bargaining with you.
All your escape routes have been blocked for you, and all the counterarguments you can think of have been thought of before. This is the first time in this life that Bazin has seen such a fierce negotiating opponent.
Looking at Bazin's dusty face, Xiao Letian knew that the situation was decided. He handed a glass of wine to Marshal Bazin's hand, "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests! The Emperor and I can resolve hatred, and you have What can’t you let go of?”
"The chance of making a comeback is more important than face... After drinking this glass of wine, I will go back and think about it all night. I will wait for the gate of Metz City to open tomorrow!"
No matter how good the wine was, it was bitter in Bazin's mouth at the moment. He shook his head without taking a sip but turned away silently.
Bazin led his men back to the city. Looking at the backs of these French people, Lao Wang began to cough again, "Cough cough cough... my damn body... cough cough cough..."
Xiang Ying quickly picked up a woolen military coat and put it on Wang Ju's body. "Uncle Wang, please go inside and have a rest. It's very windy today..."
"Thank you, it doesn't matter to me... It will be very cold in France this winter. I have a hunch in my bones and it's very accurate!"
Xiao Letian turned to look at Wang Ju as if he suddenly remembered something, "Yes, it looks like it will be very cold this year. Maybe there will be a heavy snowstorm this winter..."
"Logistics is a big problem. We cannot always rely on the Prussians... We must open up some supply channels ourselves... It is best to open a transportation line to Britain..."
"How's the shipping situation on the Seine?"
Xiang Ying said in confusion, "There is still no problem with navigation on the Seine River. Ships under a thousand tons can navigate freely... But is it necessary to buy supplies from the British? No matter how short Bismarck is, it will not be short of these two of us." More than a thousand people, right?”
"Ahem, cough..." Wang Huaiyuan laughed. "You seem inexperienced at first glance. What period is this? It's a war period. If there is another natural disaster, the whole of France will be in bad luck!"
"Maybe...hehehe...maybe in the future you can exchange a can for a yellow flower girl...I have seen this kind of thing a lot in China before...ahem...it's not unusual..."
Xiao Letian rolled his eyes at him, "You talk a lot, why don't you find a place to lie down... Don't worry, Bazan will definitely surrender tomorrow!"
Bazin really has no choice, not only all the noble officers in his entire army have no choice!
Their aristocratic status has determined that they are natural royalists, and their loyalty to the Bonaparte family is actually more loyal to their own interests.
If you have an empire, you have their privileges; if you don't have an empire, you have nothing and you may even be liquidated!
Although the French nation looks very romantic on the outside, there is still a perverted hysteria in its bones.
Historical records are very clear. From the beginning of the Great Revolution, once the political situation in France was reversed, there would be liquidations again and again, and each liquidation was accompanied by serious bloodshed, which is almost inevitable.
Bazin and others have spent half their lives studying military politics. He knows better than anyone what has happened in France since the Revolution.
My group of people are all high-ranking nobles of the empire. Losing their privileges is nothing but a small matter. These people have indirectly massacred the revolting workers!
The generals' faces were ashen along the way, and people did not dare to speak to the silent Bazin several times.
When they approached the gap in the defense zone of Old Charlie Company, Bazin suddenly stopped and asked, "What are the gifts that the Chinese gave us?"
