Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 339 Bad news

Berlin, Charlottenburg Palace.

In the empty palace, a voice roared loudly:

"What do you mean you might not be able to stop it? What do you mean you might not be able to stop it? Huh?"

"Again and again! I will give you whatever you want! If you want people, I will transfer people! If you want food, I will transfer food! If you want masters, I will transfer masters! But now you tell me, maybe I can't stop it?"

"Lister, what is he doing? Is he fighting a war or betraying his country? Has he been fighting dogs for so many years?"

"What kind of German No.1 general! It's all bullshit! It's all bullshit! It's all trash! It's all trash!"

There is no doubt that it was the Emperor of Germany, His Majesty William, who was roaring.

He was holding a front-line report in his hand, yelling and cursing, jumping into a rage, and kept throwing things.

He scolded and danced for a long time, until he was tired and his voice was hoarse, then he stopped, and sat down on the throne with a decadent expression.

"Tell me, tell me, what to do next." His voice was a little low, without any strength.

Until then, the ministers who held their breath below began to express their suggestions one after another:

"I think we still need to increase our troops! Nuremberg is one of the most important military towns in Germany, and it is by no means easy to be captured! The reason why France has the upper hand now is just to bully our three major armies. Now Nuremberg is mostly Recruits can’t take advantage of anything. We can only continue to increase our troops! They are elite, we rely on the number of people, three for one, five for one, ten for one! As long as we drag on, the loser It must be them."

"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion! I think the problem of elites is indeed a big problem, but it is not unsolvable! Elites, to put it bluntly, are martial arts masters who dare to fight and kill. They must be strong enough. Professional training is not much different. Our German treasury is still abundant now, so why not recruit people! As long as they are experts, we will clearly mark the price, and pay a high price for them to work! Go to the city wall and fight the French to the death."

"No! No! These mercenaries, adventurers, wandering warriors and the like, although some masters are not ruled out, but they are too unreliable! For money, these people can do anything! - Some of them were bribed by France? When the time comes, what should I do if I don’t pay attention to open the door to meet the enemy?"

"Your Majesty, I think the current siege battle is all about attrition and the elite. It is not easy for Marshal Lister to hold back for so many days. It is true that we need reinforcements, but to be honest, those ordinary soldiers, It won’t be of much use, it still needs to be elite. Now we still have an elite army in Germany! Just take a little risk.”

"This risk cannot be taken! Although the First Legion is elite, it is strong enough! But it is the last card to defend Berlin! If they are all defeated, what will happen afterward? Who will guard Berlin when France hits the city? They invaded Berlin, let alone Austria, Germany will be taken by those French!"

"Yes, yes, the hole cards cannot be moved! The First Legion must not be moved! Let's find a way from other places."

"Hey, I don't know how the northern army is fighting. It's been a long time, why didn't a single message come back?"

"They went deep into the enemy's territory! It's not so easy to pass the news, but with the strength of the Northern Legion, it shouldn't be a problem to fight those French recruits who stayed behind."

"Hey, now we can only pin our hopes on the Northern Legion. We still have to try our best to last as long as possible. Let's find a way to support a group of people in Nuremberg. Recruit all those useless nobles! No matter how strong or weak, go! Go to the battlefield! Now I can't care so much!"

The discussion was intense, but the door of the palace was suddenly opened.With the support of two palace guards, a soldier covered in blood was helped in.

He was covered in blood, with half an arrow on his shoulder. He looked very seriously injured and very weak.But looking at his attire, it looked like a soldier of the Northern Legion.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition enveloped the hearts of everyone in the hall.

Sure enough, the soldier fell to the ground and began to report. His voice was weak, but the news he uttered was like a bolt from the blue: "Our army was flanked by the Polish army and the remaining French troops under the city of Metz in France! Faus Master De alone fights Poland's "Sun Heart Martial Saint" Copernicus, and France's National Protector of Martial Saint "First Paladin" Roland, wants to lead the army to break through, but lost, and now he is seriously injured and dying! Our Northern Legion's 6000 troops died in battle. Success! Only less than [-] people escaped from birth"

Every word, every word, was like thunderbolts exploding on everyone's heads!

"How is this possible?" His Majesty William's eyes widened, he pointed forward, his voice was trembling, his arms were trembling, and his face was full of disbelief.

The other officials were also shocked, and they were no longer as calm as before.

"How could Roland's successor make a move? Isn't he always at odds with Napoleon? He's still a member of the Holy See? He's the Patriarch of France! How could he make a move?"

"Poles? How could they make a move? They don't border France, how did they transfer their troops?"

"Even the martial saints are sent! How much benefit did Napoleon promise the Poles?"

"This game is over! This game is over! The Northern Army is gone, we us"

The hall was in a panic, and everyone's face was full of despair.

"Wait! Everyone, don't panic!" At the critical moment, the old Prime Minister Bismarck stood up and looked at the soldier of the Northern Legion: "I ask you, has Mr. Faust been rescued? The French army and the Polish army have Didn't chase into my German border?"

The soldier began to answer in front of him: "Lord Faust has been rescued! But he has been in a coma! His breath has been weakening all the time, and he has used all kinds of medicine, but the doctors in the army can't do anything. They didn't chase after him. The national border is back! Otherwise, the last 6000 of us may not be able to escape!"

"Okay, I understand, let's take him down to heal his wounds." The old prime minister waved his hand, waved away the soldiers and guards, and turned around: "As you can see, our Germans have reached the last moment of life and death!"

The voice of the old prime minister seemed to have magical powers, soothing the hearts of everyone in the hall: "We can no longer fight among ourselves, we can no longer intrigue! We must concentrate all our strength! Use all resources! To win this war! This is a matter of life and death. War! It concerns all of us! With Germany gone, all our glory and wealth will be wiped away!"

All the ministers in the hall looked heavy, and most of them cast a determined look at the old prime minister.

Then the old Prime Minister Bismarck turned his head and looked at His Majesty William on the throne, his tone was full of dignity: "Your Majesty, it seems that we will not be able to get Austria back. We will find a way later. What we have to do now is to hold Our German land!"

As soon as his words fell, everyone heard the guards shouting from outside: "There is a martial sage! There is a martial sage flying over! There are two! Prepare to meet the enemy! Prepare to meet the enemy! Protect Your Majesty! Protect Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)