Chapter 974 Dusk

On the outskirts of Celesta, Bonno de Couron threw Franz's "letter of persuasion" to the ground.

"Bullshit! Tell that young man! French soldiers will never surrender! We will make you pay with blood!"

Max Weissmann, the messenger of the coalition, did not want to listen to the barking of the loser. He was still waiting to go back to attend the dinner.

The local celebrities in Alsace saw that the coalition forces were so powerful and had the upper hand and rushed to entertain the troops.

Also under the influence of nationalism, the people in Alsace were very enthusiastic about the coalition forces. In addition, the Habsburg family was once the ruler of this land, and they had complicated feelings about the Austrian army returning here again.

"Dear Commander-in-Chief of the German Allied Forces, Grand Marshal of the Confederation, Honorary Emperor of the German Empire, Great King of Rome, Archduke Franz Joseph Habsburg of Austria generously gives you one day to consider.

The deadline is June 29, 1848, at 12 noon.

If your army still refuses to withdraw from the land of Alsace, we will eliminate all the invaders remaining in Alsace.

Do you accept it?"

When they first met, Max Weissmann was still somewhat in awe of France and the general in front of him. However, after the war, the power comparison between the two sides and the fanatical nationalists around him filled the messenger's chest with pride, and he couldn't help but be more arrogant in his gestures.

This made Bonno de Coulon wish he could knock the guy to the ground with one punch, and then immediately start a war to kill all the German coalition forces in front of him.

However, he needed time at this time. The battle just now had seriously damaged the vitality of the French army, and all the losses were elite veterans.

In addition, the chaos just now caused many organizations to be disbanded, and even if he was given a few more hours, he might not be able to restore the original organization.

The most important thing is that through the brief exchange of fire just now, Bonnot de Couron understood one thing, that the enemy in front of him was completely different from his own level in terms of equipment and number.

He even suspected that Lamosilier, who was responsible for attacking Lorraine, did not put any pressure at all, otherwise how could the elite of the entire German coalition run to his side?

But Bonnot de Couron, as he said before, he would never retreat, let alone surrender. So he needed time to regroup, and at this time he could only say something vicious.

"Okay, I accept it."

Max Weissmann looked at the other party's expression and felt funny, and then "friendly" extended his hand.

"I hope you will consider your soldiers more, and also consider those innocent civilians. Let us make more contributions to love and peace."

Bonnot de Couron did not extend his hand, let alone extend his hand, but said coldly.

"Send him away!"

Several officers immediately reached out and invited Max Weissman out.

The sun was setting, and a few crows occasionally flew across the gloomy sky. The ruins on the outskirts of Celesta were full of French soldiers who had just been wounded in the battle.

The crooked French soldiers were eating coarse food. In fact, due to the domestic food crisis and economic crisis, the money and food sent by the logistics department were not enough.

But generally speaking, the French army relied on the enemy for food, so the logistics pressure was not great.

However, at this time, the Alsatians' scorched earth policy made the French army completely a Muggle, with nowhere to rob, and coupled with the long-term attack, the French army could only sigh while eating the biscuits and bacon that had been stored for decades.

Some of them were even prepared by Napoleon for the expedition to Russia, and were withheld by some unscrupulous businessmen, and then sold to the Second French Republic.

It is not an isolated case in history that these biscuits and bacon that have been stored for decades are sold. In fact, zombie meat has never disappeared until today.

The wailing and sighing of the French soldiers made Max Weissman feel in a good mood.

At this moment, he slipped and fell directly to the ground. He tried to prop himself up with his hands but touched something slippery.

Max Weissman subconsciously looked at his palms, which were covered with sticky blood.

Then he found that the barrels piled up randomly on the side were full of human hands and feet. At this time, the curtain on the side was lifted, and a burly man came out. His apron was stained with blood, and a serrated steel knife was casually tied on his waist, and he was holding a wooden barrel full of hands and feet in his hand.

Max Weissman was just an ordinary playboy in the upper class. How could he have seen such a bloody and weird scene? He was immediately scared out of his wits.

How the French diplomats appeased Max Weissman and sent him back to the coalition camp is not mentioned for the time being.

At Bonnot de Couronne's headquarters, the staff quarreled.

"Damn it! The Austrians sent all their main forces here. What are Arsène, Lamosilier, Pellissier, and Trouvier doing!"

Henri Arsène, commander of the Northern Army of the Second French Republic.

Christoph Louis Leon Jules Bourdon de Lamosilier, commander of the Central Army of the Second French Republic.

Emenabour Pellissier, commander of the Swiss Expeditionary Force of the Second French Republic.

Francois Trouvier, commander of the Grand Orient Fleet of the Second French Republic.

Obviously, not many people in the French military took Bellevue, the Minister of War, seriously at this time, and even within the French army, no one thought Bellevue could replicate the glory of Napoleon's expedition to Italy.

"Retreat! If we retreat now, we can still save our dignity."

Lieutenant General Paul Dubois, from the Breton Corps, as the elite of the French army and the main force on the battlefield just now, no one knows better than him how powerful the enemy in front of him is.

Although the military discipline of the Breton Corps is very poor, they are definitely top-notch guys, otherwise they would not be able to take on the main attack mission.

However, in the battle just now, the Breton Corps lost nearly half of its troops, especially the middle and low-level commanders, who almost lost two-thirds.

In addition to the dead, there are a large number of wounded soldiers. These people need to be taken care of, and daily work also needs to be handled. In addition to the need for battlefield guards, the entire corps has basically been disabled.

However, the other two corps commanders disagreed, especially Lieutenant General Louis Fes, the commander of the Pyrenees Corps who had just come to support.

"Damn it! You coward! Are you going to give the land of France to the German barbarians?"

"What did you say? This war is meaningless. If those gentlemen in Paris had not insisted on joining forces with the British, we would not have come to this damn place!

If we don't fight Alsace, the Germans will not cross the Rhine to fight us!"

Lieutenant General Louis Fess was furious after hearing this, and stepped forward and grabbed Lieutenant General Paul Dubois by the collar.

"You, a coward, dare to question the correctness of defending the motherland?"

The latter pushed the former away and said angrily.

"Are you defending the motherland? You are invading! Look at what you have done! Turning cities into ruins, turning fertile fields into ashes, and forcing civilians to become rebels!

Why do the French people want to be enemies with our army? Why do our people need Germans to protect them on our French land?

Is your so-called second republic of freedom, nation, and fraternity really so perfect?"