Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Another madman in the world◎

"Your Majesty?!" After hearing Antania's plan, the core officials of the parliament were shocked and tried to dissuade them, "Frederick has already proved that he is a tyrant without credibility! How can you agree to his negotiating request?" Woolen cloth?"

After capturing Alsace and Lorraine, Frederick offered France negotiations.

"If we don't negotiate, can we stop his army?" Antanya asked lightly.

"..." As soon as this was mentioned, everyone fell silent again.

If it was the navy, it might still be a battle; but the invasion was completely from the northeast by land, and the Prussian army had almost no opponents on this continent—especially Frederick, the most outstanding military strategist on the continent. under the leadership.

"Didn't we use...explosives before?" Someone asked cautiously.

Lavoisier, who was unable to intervene in the military, immediately said: "The current technology is far from reaching the level that can be used in large-scale military operations. Explosives are too dangerous, and the storage and transportation are slightly improper. casualties would be worse than on the battlefield."

Various possibilities were rejected one by one, and morale was very low.

"However, Frederick can initiate massacres at weddings. If he treats you during negotiations..." The councilor swallowed half of the words, "Then what should we do?"

"That's what you're here for," Antanya said calmly.

A new government had been formed, and the country was headed toward a different future—as it would have been if she hadn't seen the chaos originating here and spreading across the continent.

The Prussian invasion was nothing compared to what she had been through.

At this moment, every country and every person on this continent will move toward their ultimate destiny.

……

Negotiations took place at the junction of Alsace, France, and the German Confederation.

This is obviously unfair-after all, Alsace has already fallen into the hands of Prussia.

But on the battlefield, there is never fairness.

France mobilized all the troops it could mobilize after the rebellion to the northeastern frontier, while Prussia temporarily slowed down its offensive after receiving a French reply to the negotiations.

The two sides temporarily fell into a confrontation.

The Queen of France's convoy was moving slowly on its way to Alsace, and there seemed to be a delay at each stop.Several Prussian generals believed that the French were deliberately delaying, and angrily wanted to resume the attack on Champagne, but they were dissuaded by the king.

Until the convoy was stopped by the Prussian army after entering Alsace, an explosive news came—the "queen" in the convoy was not the queen herself at all, but her housekeeper and maid!

The news spread quickly to the king's command battalion.

Hearing the news, Frederick smiled and shook his head: "It seems that the little girl is really a bit like Theresia...but don't worry."

A few days later, when the real Antalya stepped out of the carriage at the post station not far from Vienna, the Prussian Minister of State Schneider bowed to her: "Your Majesty, the venue for the negotiations is Alsace in the Holy Roman Empire, and Not the Vienna of the Holy Roman Empire—I have to say, as a guest, you are a little rude."

Antanya glanced at him with indifference.

Schneider didn't say anything more, and waved to the soldiers around him: "Let us escort Her Majesty to where she should go together."

Two days later, Frederick II saw Antalia walking down from the carriage-the too young queen of France looked at him coldly, and the queen who had sat firmly on the Prussian throne for more than 20 years The long-time military strategist couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Ekaterina, Theresa, and you..." He smiled and shook his head, "Woman, woman."

Women always think that they can change the situation of the battle by playing tricks, but they are stupid when it comes to the big things that really improve the combat effectiveness of the army.Does this little girl who is married to France actually think that Austria is still the same as it was five years ago?

"Actually, I've seen you before." His expression was somewhat nostalgic. "You were a very small girl at that time... I remember you pulled my beard. It probably hurt."

Originally belonged to the royal family of the Holy Roman Empire, if it wasn't for the glory of Prussia, he would not have killed Theresa's children - even now, he has not hurt the girls of the Habsburg family.

Before he could finish speaking, the girl who was a few steps away from him suddenly rushed forward, and at the same time, a silver light flashed in her cuff—the sharp sharp blade stabbed directly at Frederick's neck.

At this moment, Frederick's slightly bloated body suddenly showed amazing acuity. He quickly dodged, and the next moment he clasped the girl's wrist with his backhand.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, accompanied by belated exclamations from the surrounding guards: "Your Majesty!" "Your Majesty!"

Frederick waved his hand, indicating that they do not need to come forward.

But at the next moment, regardless of her wrist being clasped, the girl raised her other hand high and slapped the King of Prussia on the face—"slap"!

The guards were stunned—the king, His Majesty, he was slapped!

Then, they subconsciously turned their eyes away.

Your Majesty is right, women are really...forget it, no more comments.

Frederick let go of Antania and handed her over to the two guards next to her.

At this moment, crystal clear tears flowed down from the girl's cheeks.

She didn't make a sound, but her shoulders were trembling.

Even the guards who had undergone rigorous training couldn't bear it anymore, and the hand holding her shoulder subconsciously relaxed a little.

Where is this a queen?She was only 19 years old, just a poor girl whose father and elder brother were killed by the enemy, and she herself was imprisoned, and she had no hope of revenge.

"Okay, okay." Frederick was slapped in the face, but his rare tone seemed to be coaxing, "Antania, you can live here in peace, I won't make things difficult for you—your mother You also know that I don’t embarrass those who are powerless to resist.”

"At least, you can still be called Antania instead of Antoinette here, can't you? The Holy Roman Empire is your home."

Antalya was placed in the army of the Holy Roman Empire in this way, in other words, she was placed under house arrest.

Within a few days, Frederick also forgot about her.

Because the war against France did not seem to go as smoothly as expected.

It is true that the capture of Alsace and Lorraine a few days ago was due to surprise factors, but he thought that with his military genius and the strength of the current Holy Roman Empire, it should not be difficult to capture Champagne and go straight to Paris. And he has already made up his mind to take down this big southern country-in recent years, France has been too aggressive.If you don't break through now, I'm afraid there will be no chance in a few years.

Frederick is 63 years old this year. He led the Prussian army to fight against almost all the major powers on the European continent. He also persisted and did not let Austria take back his spoils Silesia.

Now that the entire Holy Roman Empire has been unified, it should be no problem for him to lead an army to deal with a mere France—the French only know how to dance and make up, they are not a species born for war.

But he encountered unexpectedly tenacious resistance, and an even more unexpected fighting style.

The cooperation between cavalry and artillery of the French army is unprecedentedly precise. Their unconventional tactics are hidden among the dense forests and valleys of Champagne. He disappeared before them again before fighting back.

Although the Prussian army was still advancing, the casualties were much more severe than they had originally expected.

If this continues, it will affect the spring plowing of German farmers.Offensive must seize the time.

"...Damn it, it's really the fighting style of the French!" Even Frederick became annoyed after experiencing such battles several times.

But it's not like he hasn't fought against France before, and the French didn't fight like this before, did they?

Prussian intelligence personnel were continuously sent to the French army, trying to find out which general was leading the French operations.

The intelligence that came back was varied and even more puzzling.The only information that can be slightly compared with each other says that the battle is led by the National Assembly, and the directly responsible advisor is an unknown yellow-haired boy...

What a mess!

Frederick finally got angry.

He sent a messenger with an ultimatum to the resisting French - if France did not surrender, he would kill their queen!

Unexpectedly, the messenger failed to even enter the enemy's headquarters, and was blasted out outside the defending city.

"Shameless Frederick!" the French yelled back. "Who promised to stop attacking France as soon as the Queen left? Now that the Queen has sacrificed herself, you have broken your promise!"

"Aren't they afraid that I will really attack the queen?" Frederick said with a gloomy face when he heard the messenger's return.

"Uh..." the messenger said with some embarrassment, "They said that they are already a country with a constitutional monarchy. If the queen is killed, they will not forgive the murderer, but..." But no one will stop when the country leaves.

While Frederick was having a headache for attacking France, Antania lived a relatively peaceful life in the rear of the Prussian front—regular work and rest, and occasionally went for a walk in the woods next to Fort Sahir. There are soldiers guarding her scattered outside, but they usually don't get too close.

And in the early morning before dawn, she walked to the secret passage in Fort Sahil that only she knew.

If all goes well, an Austrian lieutenant general should come here to meet her.

Frederick had the pride of belonging to a talented and self-willed monarch-he killed the male heir of Habsburg, but did not hurt Antalia.

But he probably overlooked that the last ruler of this family was a queen.

The agreed time was [-]:[-], but no one came until [-]:[-].

Antanya waited patiently, calmly.

Up to this day, she is just trying her best.Where could it be the worst?

Some things will eventually become history, and she is just the writer of history—just a dusty sentence.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Antanya was about to turn her head when she heard a suppressed hoarse voice: "What are you doing?"

The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of a dream.

She froze for a moment, and subconsciously stood there without moving.

"Are you crazy?" The voice was getting closer and closer, and the anxiety and madness inside it were like rough sand and stones grinding against the eardrums.

For some reason, the corners of Antanya's mouth curled up: "Probably."

"Unfortunately, there is another lunatic in this world." She turned around slowly, and saw the tall and sharp man who was different from usual because of his Prussian military uniform——

"What do you say, His Majesty Nicholas I?"

The author says:

The countdown to the end is about to begin.