After so many years of husband and wife, who doesn’t know who? The Emperor of the Wife understood what she said at that time. If he kept the control of the army, these 300,000 loyal legions could suppress everything.

If there is no hope of salvation in the situation, the Emperor of the Prussia would not rule out making peace with Prussia alone and then betray the interests of the empire in exchange for him to return to suppress the revolution.

As long as all the traitors are killed and the dynasty can be allowed to continue, the interests of the empire will be damaged!

But before this, these veterans and veterans who are loyal to themselves cannot be hurt!

McMahon lost the Vosges defense line, which was indeed a serious sin, but McMahon's loyalty to himself was credible, and the veteran had many disciples in the army, and he could control at least 50,000 troops.

Such a senior general cannot be offended at this moment!

The Emperor sighed and looked at McMahon, who had messy hair and dirty military uniforms, whispered, "I know that we have been prepared too much in this war. Those damn civil servants deceived me and the army!"

"In peacetime they boasted about how strong the national strength was, but during war they could not even provide enough shells!"

"It is not a crime of war, it is not a crime of war!"

One sentence made all the generals present breath, and the emperor set the tone for failure, and it seemed that the civil servants were responsible for the blame.

McMahon burst into tears in his eyes, "Your Majesty is wise, the front line is really hard. Our wounded soldiers don't even have enough bandages. Many soldiers perform surgery without anesthetics!"

"I...I saw with my own eyes that the soldier without anesthetics had his left leg sawed off... He actually died of pain on the operating table!"

The Emperor waved his hand and said, "Don't say it, I understand..." Before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden loud bang in two blocks.

A Pu army shell actually fired an extremely long range and directly blew down the city center of Metz.

With a dull sound, all the glass in the entire command center buzzed, and the dust on the head fell like it was raining.

The emperor's face was pale, thanks to the cover of the table, so his subordinates did not see his trembling legs.

"It has been besieged for three days... Are our situations okay? Is the west side still safe..."

Marshal Bazan, who had been silent all the time, knew that His Majesty the Emperor had already retreated. He spoke, "The enemy has been trying to surround him from all sides, but the brave imperial soldiers resisted the enemy's attack. At this moment, the road to Sharon to the west is still smooth..."

"Your Majesty, please transfer! This place is too dangerous..." Marshal Bazan said carefully.

"No! Never!" Napoleon III jumped up like a neurotic patient. "I am the emperor of the empire, and I will never accept failure in my own land!"

"If I leave here, the soldiers will lose hope, and the failed shadow will always entangle us..."

Marshal Bazan saw that His Majesty was still stubborn at this time, so he quickly found a way out for him. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! We are just transferring and not retreating. We have exhausted all the bullets. We need supplies from the rear!"

"Mets City has fought for three days, and there is not much material. As our material base, Sharon has enough supplies to consume a hundred thousand troops for half a month. Where can I go if I don't go there?"

"Please make a decision quickly. The road to the west is still safe at this moment!" Everyone understood what Marshal Bazan meant and persuaded His Majesty in unison.

The Emperor wanted this step. He suddenly turned around and looked at his son. Prince Eugen lowered his head and murmured to himself, "Father... you should go to Sharon..."

At this time, the crown prince suddenly raised his head and his voice was octave higher, "Your Majesty, please transfer immediately, we still have hope!"

"We can withstand the supplies in Sharon City for half a month... No, no, we can hold on to at least one and a half months through the railway system's supply!"

"Our Navy! Yes, that's right, the Navy still has hope!"

"In the future, we must teach Prussia a lesson on the sea. If our navy can land in Hamburg, we will force Bersmese to send troops back to the rescue!"

"This is our hope, this is our capital to start peace talks!"

The Emperor finally relaxed his expression, "I said it was right, we still have hope, there are countless possibilities for war, and we still have the opportunity to turn the tables!"

"Tell all departments to prepare immediately and carry out strategic transfers...Bazan and McMahon stay, and you stay with my son!"

Retreat is not that simple. The command centers of each unit must deport the battalion, all kinds of documents that cannot be taken away must be destroyed, and weapons and ammunition must be transported away in advance or sent to soldiers in full.

Whoever retreats first and who comes to the palace must be arranged in order. Including the retreat route, four or five registrations are required. It takes at least half a day to do so much work.

It's noon now, and there is still half a day to prepare. The Emperor seems to have decided to escape tonight while the night is in the dark!

There were only four of them left in the room, and the Emperor of the Pharaoh poured a glass of wine for no one. "The situation is already like this, I want to ask... how many troops can I control now?"

"How many people are still loyal to me!"

The situation is not good, the Dharma Emperor seems to have to settle the family's fortune, and the foundation of the Bonaparte family will always be the army!

General Bazan and McMahon looked at each other, "Your Majesty, now there are more than 300,000 troops in Metz City and Sharon behind. The elite troops in this place are about 200,000, and these 200,000 are trustworthy!"

"In addition, Montauban also brought a hundred thousand imperial guards in Paris, plus the Shanghai army, scattered local garrison troops and colonial garrisons..."

"I think... the one who is loyal to His Majesty should be about 500,000!"

"Five hundred thousand... Hahaha, I really didn't expect that I could have 500 thousand followers... Isn't the empire an army of two million?" the emperor said with a wry smile.

"Father...that's all numbers on paper, most of them are local garrisons...unreliable!"

"The prince is right. The local garrison corps have been in contact with the people all year round, and their ideological confusion is very chaotic, and they have close ties with the republicans and even the left workers!"

"Their loyalty cannot be guaranteed, and the 800,000 new troops in Paris... If the situation had not reached this point, we would have opposed the formation!"

The two veteran generals are right. The more troops the better, the more loyal they are to themselves, the better!

Napoleon III's real family background was actually trained by 500,000 himself, and he worshiped the iron army of the Bonaparte family.

They are professional soldiers, and the empire contributed money to support them. These people are not closely connected with the people and generally cannot contact various aliens, so their loyalty to the emperor is reliable.

It is precisely because of these 500,000 legions that the Emperor was able to fight across the world to build martial arts!

As for other corpses that make up for the numbers, they cannot be believed!
Chapter completed!