Xiao Letian was shameless and couldn't even see the birds on the castle. A few crows flew into the distance with screaming!

"That's a big deal! Have you eaten too much human flesh?" Xiao Letian drew a middle finger at the crow's pen. "Remember to fly to Paris in advance. If you look back, there is human flesh for you to eat!"

Just as Xiao Letian was bored and bickering with the black crow, Bisme's secretary ran over panting and said, "Head of War! The Head of War is asking to go to the conference room... News comes from Paris! Paris is completely in chaos!"

"Oh!" Xiao Letian shouted excitedly, "Go, I'll go now!"

After only three days of bloody battle in Sbisilin Heights, the good news was passed back by the spy. At this moment, everyone in the temporary command center in the castle hall had an unconcealed smile on their faces.

This situation is really rare for serious and serious Prussian soldiers. When Bismai saw Xiao Lotte, he walked over with great strides and felt a bear hug.

"Dear Xiao! Our strategy has worked, and France is indeed in chaos!"

"A city-wide demonstration broke out in Paris, and 400,000 people took to the streets to protest the military's cowardice and incompetence. Left-wing lawmakers shouted to form a National Self-Defense Force. They asked Queen Eugenie to open the arsenal immediately and armed 200,000 Parisian citizens!"

"Prime Minister Olivi has resigned, and even his staff have resigned! Hahaha, the last group of people who can do some practical work in French internal affairs have been killed by them!"

"Hahaha, now all the people coming up are a group of newbies! It's God's blessing, great news!"

...

War is the paradise for winners, and naturally the hell of losers! When Froshad retreated to Metz with his defeated soldiers, the entire French front-line base camp was completely in turmoil.

Three days ago! Napoleon III was still immersed in the joy of Frosard's capture of Salbrücken. He was still looking forward to McMahon being able to continue to capture Mannheim. The bad news hit him like a meteorite.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty... New Castle sent an urgent call! General McMahon encountered a siege of 100,000 Prussian troops. The general was outnumbered and had retreated from Walter!"

"What?" The French emperor, who was drinking broth, shivered and sprinkled his pants. "A hundred thousand army? Didn't they say that their general attack position was on the Western Front? Why did they suddenly appear at Walter?"

At this time, Marshal Bazan also ran in, "Your Majesty... Walter, we were defeated in dismay!"

Napoleon III waved his hand, "I already know, I just want to ask now, where is the main attack direction of the Prussians?"

"If I remember correctly, the Prussians invested only 300,000 troops on the entire border! And these people have to defend a border line of more than 300 kilometers. How many soldiers are there on average on each important road?"

"Walter gathered 100,000 Pu's troops at once, so that the total strength of other borders is only 200,000? Then why is Saarbrücken still exchanging fire!"

"Ask Froshad, what's going on? Since the enemy's main force is not on his side, why hasn't he conquered the castle yet?"

Marshal Bazan heard the anger of the Emperor. He must have a smooth over his men. "Your Majesty, please calm down! Froshad also has his own difficulties. Now the outskirts of Saarbrücken have been controlled by us, leaving only an isolated castle with more than 10,000 people..."

"What is this little force enough? It can't hinder the action of our army!"

"Then why haven't it been conquered yet?" the Emperor asked sternly.

"Your Majesty, Froshad may want to preserve his strength. He does not want to leave his soldiers' lives in a meaningless siege! This kind of small city will surrender soon after it becomes an isolated island!"

Napoleon III looked like a famous general on the surface, but in fact he was just a fool in his heart. His command level was not as good as his uncle, and even some of the division commanders of the PLA were not as good as those of the army!

The strong outside and the middle do the same thing are talking about. Marshal Bazan's explanation is so far-fetched that he actually believed it!

The emperor pointed to the map and said viciously, "Let McMahon guard the Vosges for me and block the enemy's main force east of the mountains!"

"Let Froshad quickly clear Salbrücken, the army quickly enters Prussia, and then deviate to the east to browse the enemy's main force's retreat!"

"Who is the commander of the Eastern Front Legion of the Pu Army? Is it that boy Carl who has a throat ill? Haha... defeat him, it's best to capture him alive!"

The emperor's orders were passed down one by one. This emperor who used war as a joke had no idea how crisis was on the front line. He thought that relying on his tough military orders could force these generals to work hard.

But I never expected that after only more than twenty hours, when the sky was just dawn the next morning, countless galloping cavalry suddenly appeared outside Metz City, all of whom were Ranger scouts sent by the French Central Army to the battlefield.

"Your Majesty! Report to Your Majesty quickly... Fifteen kilometers northeast of Metz... we found a large number of defeated soldiers!"

"Your Majesty...Froshad's Second Army has retreated, and the entire line has retreated without any supplies at all!"

This time, Metz City was in a bad mood. The French Emperor was woken up urgently, and all the senior executives in the command center gathered together.

"How could this happen? How is this possible? The Second Army also retreated? He also retreated directly to Metz City? Has the enemy already hit my nose?"

"Speak! Why are you all mute? Didn't you say yesterday that the enemy's main force is at Walter? Yesterday, didn't you say that the 100,000 troops are heading towards Strasbourg?"

"Why did it suddenly appear on the Western Front? Why did it turn the elite Second Army into this shit!"

"Answer me! Answer me..." The Emperor roared wildly in the conference room, and the generals below were sweating on their foreheads, and they dared not speak in the battle.

At this moment, the vanguard of the defeated soldiers could be seen outside Metz City. It was a cavalry unit of six or seven thousand, and this was the only unit in Froshad's hands that had not collapsed.

The Queen's Cavalry Regiment gathered all the cavalry and gathered together to protect the commander and retreated to the city of Metz in a hurry.

Froshad rushed into the conference room like a dog. When he saw the Emperor, he cried and knelt on the ground!

"Your Majesty! I was besieged by more than 100,000 general soldiers. I really have too few troops to resist!"

There was another loud noise in the conference room, "Just kidding? Why are there another 100,000 Pu's army? How could these Prussians have so many troops?"

"Walter has more than 100,000, and Saarbrücken has more than 100,000. Does the border line with more than 300 kilometers still have less than 100,000 people to protect it?"

"Damn it, are all the Pu army fortresses and camps on other borders empty? They are all confusing us?"

"Someone is lying, and one of Froshad and McMahon must be lying!"
Chapter completed!