"Garbage! They are all a bunch of garbage!"
"What kind of war are you fighting? Are you sending troops to the enemy in vain? In just this month, more than 2,000 of your soldiers have fled, and more than 1,000 people have surrendered! How did you lead the troops?"
McMahon's roar echoed in the bastion headquarters. All the generals of the new army stood and listened to his reprimand, all of them with pale faces!
Thiers on the side drank coffee in embarrassment and watched the military general clean up the morale of the army according to his own rules!
The army is a place that pays great attention to seniority. McMahon was already at the marshal level during the empire, and the commander of Thiers' new army was not a senior general!
When the French Emperor was on the throne, these people were the marshal's subordinates, and some were even direct subordinates!
When McMahon appeared in Paris with 300,000 veterans, these generals who dared to brag in front of Thiers all turned into honest sick cats.
No one dared to tell the difference in front of their old superiors, because this battle really turned them into a piece of shit under their command!
In sharp contrast to these new army generals are the imperial veterans who have just walked out of the prisoner of war camps. They look at these motley army commanders with the natural pride of elites, and their eyes are full of perseverance!
"Some soldiers surrendered, some ran away... Countless supplies and weapons were robbed!"
"In the end, even their own generals were shot by them. How did you graduate from the military academy?"
"From now on, all the soldiers who were originally part of the Paris garrison in your hands will be transferred to me individually, and the ones who are most familiar with the terrain of Paris will be selected to be my guides..."
"Then you will retreat to Versailles! Where will you dig trenches and build fortresses to protect the safety of government agencies!"
"Haha... If you can't even do the simplest guarding task, then all go home and retire! Don't let anyone come to me to plead for mercy!"
McMahon's beard and hair were all sprouting, and his whole aura was like a furious lion!
He tapped the military map and said fiercely, "There is no plan for this decisive battle! What you are facing is just a group of thugs with no military training!"
"They are all ordinary people, a group of greedy and shameless hooligans!"
"What you have to do is attack, attack, and continue to attack!"
"Massacre, massacre, non-stop massacre!"
"The enemy in front of you has only two choices. One is to kneel down and surrender and wait for the court's trial, and the other choice is to die!"
"Put away your pity. No matter whether the enemies in front of you are men or women, old or weak, women or children, as long as they dare to block our attack route... there is only one fate, and that is to go to hell!"
"The combat areas of each unit have been distributed, and the material supplies are also the most generous! The wartime allowance has reached fifty francs a day, what is not enough!"
"All disabled people will receive a pension ranging from 300 to 500 per person! The government will give the victims a pension of 1,000 to 3,000 to support their families!"
"What else are you asking for? Put it forward now. If you don't say it now, then don't say it again in the future! I just want victory!"
With just a few words from the old marshal, the generals on the scene were getting excited. One of them said, "We are not afraid of war. There is no reason to lose this battle!"
"But in order to save our brothers from sacrifice, can we buy a batch of German cannons? Krupp steel cannons!"
Thiers wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and stood up quickly, "We are negotiating, we are negotiating! Everyone must know that the Germans do not have many of these steel cannons, and even if they provide them, they only have a few..."
"Then can we continue to rent the Zeppelin?" Another general asked.
"I'm really sorry. Head of State Xiao Letian will only rent the airship for non-combat missions. Once the airship is needed to participate in the war, it will not be rented!"
"Hmph... This won't work, that won't work either, what's the use of you?" Some of the rebellious generals made rude remarks.
Thiers' face turned red, "You..." But looking at the murderous command center of the 300,000-strong army in front of him, the brains of these armies, he really didn't dare to fall out!
"Generals! For the sake of the motherland, fight hard! I will do everything possible to give the soldiers the best treatment!"
McMahon raised his hand, and those generals who still wanted to say something rude stood up and shut up. "The President has done his best, and he has tried his best to provide us with support!"
"We have to walk the road ahead ourselves... Let me reiterate one last thing, what is the biggest strategy in this battle?"
"The strategy of this battle is no strategy!"
ah? Thiers was dumbfounded, "No strategy? Without a strategy, why would you hold a mobilization meeting? Without a plan for war, can we win?"
McMahon didn't answer, just stared at these familiar generals, his eyes wandering on their faces, "My brothers! Use your talents... Go! I believe in you..."
There was a neat salute and the sound of the heels of military boots hitting each other. Suddenly, a muffled thunder sounded in the bastion.
"We will never let down the marshal's expectations! This battle will be won!"
The uniform voice frightened the useless generals who were waiting for death and turned pale. After that, these murderous commanders all left the bastion and went to their respective armies.
The president looked at the marshal and asked carefully, "Is this... is this really possible?"
McMahon smiled and said, "Your Excellency, fighting is a science and an art... Different troops must have different command methods!"
"If you let me command your new army, of course I will distribute the strategic plan to the front line in detail... But these people are all veterans of the empire!"
"War for them is as simple as eating and drinking. Their ability to adapt to changes on the battlefield is very commendable!"
"For such troops, we need to delegate power. We only need to tell them the goal... As for how to achieve this goal..."
"Believe me, they will be better than us!"
"Because killing is their profession!"
The time on his pocket watch has reached three-thirty in the morning, and Raoul Rigault is still searching for safe areas on the streets of Paris, preparing to escape to his base camp on the Right Bank of Paris.
But he didn't know that the enemy behind him was fighting with such high efficiency that he couldn't even imagine that the vanguard battalions of all units were ready for battle, and commanders at all levels had already entered the front line.
The bloody battle is about to begin at the darkest moment before dawn!
"Hurry up...cross the Seine quickly...find me a war horse..."
"Send someone to ring the bell at Notre Dame de Paris...send a bell signal..."
"The French Emperor is back... Napoleon III is back with his army..."
"The whole city is ready to fight!"
Raoul Rigaud ran, screaming in despair!
