"Hahaha, Marshal Steinmetz, let's let the Parisians have a quiet Christmas! We have already won this war. As long as the French surrender begins to gain the upper hand, our interests will continue to come!"

Xiao Letian smiled and said, "I don't know if the old marshal likes fishing? People who really know how to fish will not always compete with the fish when they encounter a big fish that is hooked, but they only know to pull up desperately..."

"But you have to pull a while, then put it a while, and keep wrestling with the big fish, slowly consume the big fish's physical strength and endurance, and finally get something!"

"If you are really impatient, maybe the fish will break the net and break the fishing rod? The big fish would rather commit suicide than let you catch it. What do you think?"

Xiao Letian poured a cup of coffee for the old marshal. "Wait patiently, our soldiers will probably not have to bleed and sacrifice their lives in the future. Someone will take the initiative to give us money!"

Old Moltke looked at his comrades in confusion, "The Head of State is right. The soldiers of this war have done everything they should do. Let the rest be left to these treacherous politicians..."

Bisme smiled, "Indeed, the current situation has no effect on war anymore. Since the siege, we have been studying the situation in Paris!"

"Fortunately, the airship invested by the Head of State brought us a rare intelligence platform, so we can get first-hand information inside Paris!"

"After thinking for a long time, we can't let our young men die in vain, because the Paris Commune is a super tough and hard bone to crack!"

When Steinmetz heard this, he stood up and said, "Our powerful Prussian iron army has conquered most of France. Can't we deal with a small Paris?"

"The 300,000 National Self-Defense Forces are all untrained straitors. Why should we be afraid of him? I am willing to accept the order of the general attack. If I lead the team and don't wipe out these thugs, I will never return to my country!"

"Okay, okay... The marshal is calm. We are not doubting the combat effectiveness of our legion. What we have to say from beginning to end is that there is no need to die for nothing!"

"The problems that can be solved at the negotiating table should not be killed by our soldiers! What's more, the situation in Paris is too complicated. The intelligence personnel and military experts of the head of state have done statistics. If we want to completely capture Paris, we will have to pay at least a hundred thousand lives..."

"Hundreds of thousands?" Steinmetz was stunned. "How did this data come out?"

When Lao Maoqi heard his subordinates questioning the head of state's judgment, he was afraid that Xiao Letian would be angry and rushed to answer, "This data is still reliable. You must know that the Chinese army has the richest street fighting experience in the world, and the city battle has always been their focus!"

This sentence is true. Xiao Letian's Chinese power has made its fortune from the melee of urban wars since its birth. Whether it was the bloody battle of seizing power, the several siege battles in the Tanggu Industrial Special Zone, or even the liberation of Vladivostok, they were all fought through the cruelest street battles.

The strategic core of the entire Chinese nation can be seen from the equipment of the Chinese soldiers. Special operations are the norm that has always been adhered to. The Chinese nation completely abandoned the ancient combat mode of the Qing Dynasty, Hunan Army, and Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, which completely piled up people.

There are many models of hand #性, various caliber shots, the world's highest proportion of snipers, a large number of dangerous *... Even the Chinese Military Research Institute is working with Prussian scientists to improve mortars, trying to make this artillery more conducive to individual equipment.

All of this is linked to the Chinese people's grand strategy to liberate China in the future. If some people say that the Chinese people's urban street fighting level is second in the world, then no one dares to say that they are the first.

"The 300,000 National Self-Defense Forces are just figures for external publicity. If a war breaks out, all 500,000 workers in Paris can be converted into combat soldiers!"

"Not only that, the Paris Commune also controls more than 1.5 million poor citizens... These people belong to the extremely poor class. They sway in the wind like fences. Whoever gives them some benefits and publicity will fight with whom these people will!"

"All the blocks in Paris have been armed, and the streets and alleys are full of fortifications made of sandbags. Cannons brought from various channels are spread all over the city. Once a war breaks out, every street here will become a meat grinder!"

"Die 100,000 people are just conservative numbers, and reality is probably even more cruel than these!"

Listening to Xiao Letian's cold analysis, Steinmetz had nothing to say. All experts knew what war was like. There was an essential difference between decisive battles in the wild and street fighting in the city, and the difficulty was very different.

But Steinmetz was very unwilling to accept it, "But we can't promise such a small amount of compensation just because we are afraid of death? This is simply..."

Bisme walked over and smiled and patted his shoulder. "My old friend, it should be ours, so there will definitely be no coin missing! Let me tell you good news..."

"Ludwig II of Bavaria has united the German states for the third time and requested that our king ascend the throne and become emperor!"

"And this time, our Majesty did not refuse, he had made a clear statement... After Christmas, in January 1871, let us choose a good day, and His Majesty will ascend the throne at the Palace of Versailles!"

This was really good news like thunder. Everyone in the room smiled and shouted, "Long live Your Majesty! Long live Germany!"

"We can finally wash away the shame brought to us by the French! The shame of Jena is finally washed away today!"

"Treading on France's corpse, we form our empire!"

"Hahaha... It's great. If you said it earlier, I would have understood. Give Paris some peace, and just treat it as a little grace that His Majesty ascended the throne and rewarded them!"

"Hahaha... the French abandoned the empire and chose the stupidest republic! But we finally created a great empire!"

"From now on, the French will be trampled by us forever, long live!"

There was a cheer in the hall of mirrors, and at this moment, an adjutant quietly walked to Pismee and whispered, "Mr. France's Thiers hopes to see you..."

"Haha, isn't this coming? France has produced traitors since ancient times. As long as they can destroy their arrogance on the battlefield, the cordyceps will come to their door by themselves!"

"Tell him that I'll meet in the study!"

When Bismet went to see Thier, Steinmetz walked to Xiao Lotte while drinking the fine wine stored in the French Palace cellar and whispered, "Can the Head of State reveal the truth to me? Have we really let Paris go like this?"
Chapter completed!