Chapter 332 Friends from the Southern Netherlands
Chapter 333 Friends from the Southern Netherlands
BlΓΌcher was destined to be unable to send troops to reinforce the battlefield in the east, but the reinforcements of the Guards Corps arrived soon.
Although there were only three cavalry companies, the new French troops joining the battlefield became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
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Murat shouted loudly to his exhausted horses to work harder, staring at the small group of Prussian soldiers in front of him. He was about to add a stroke to his military exploits, but he heard a Prussian officer shouting something in the distance.
He didn't understand German very well, so he turned and looked at his comrades in the team whose hometown was in the northeastern province.
"They surrendered!" Seeing the latter swinging the saber in his hand, he shouted excitedly, "We defeated 5,000 Prussians!"
Soon, the cheers of the Guards Corps rang out throughout the battlefield area. With more than 2,000 soldiers and 1,600 Austrian remnants, they successfully killed the Prussian army that came to encircle them.
It can be imagined that from now on, this army will have a huge psychological advantage when facing the Prussians again.
Elite veterans rely on this accumulation of experience and confidence to eventually transform.
However, Murat seemed a little unhappy. Although he had captured and killed 6 enemy soldiers, enough for him to win a medal, he still needed 4 enemies to fulfill his boast...
At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the Guards Corps had completed the encirclement of Maximilian.
Joseph was not in a hurry to let the troops launch an attack, otherwise after defeating the Prussian army here, if he did not move, it would seem a bit "acting".
Seeing that the crown prince was free at this time, Csode came over and reminded him: "Your Highness, Captain Buwanaba is still waiting for you outside..."
"Oh, I almost forgot," Joseph patted his forehead, "Please invite him in."
Then, Napoleon, with black smoke on his face, was brought into the officers' tent.
He quickly looked around at the people in the tent, and then raised his hat to Joseph and saluted: "Your Highness, thank you for sending your personal guard to reinforce me. In fact, you saved the life of my entire artillery company."
"It's nothing." Joseph smiled and motioned him to sit on the chair, and then raised his hand to Emman, "Please make a cup of tea for Captain Buwanaba, he has made the greatest contribution today."
Berthier echoed on the side: "The artillery position selected by Captain Buwanaba is simply exquisite. How did you notice it?"
"This..." The young Emperor touched his nose shyly, "I don't know why, I just feel that it can bring victory. It should be said to be an intuition."
The officers in the tent all smiled, obviously thinking that the artillery company commander was relying on guessing. Only Joseph knew that Emperor Na was definitely not a blind cat catching a dead mouse. His ability to select artillery positions is absolutely the best in Europe!
In history, Napoleon repeatedly relied on the wonderful artillery positions to bring the artillery group tactics theory to the extreme, helping him win seemingly impossible victories again and again.
And he brought the artillery group tactics to the Guards Corps in advance, which gave Napoleon the opportunity to use his talents.
Joseph then looked at Berthier: "Mr. Chief of Staff, I think that Captain Buonaba should be promoted to major for his contribution in this battle, right?"
In fact, he could directly promote Napoleon to colonel, but Napoleon is still very young and needs to accumulate practical experience. In history, Napoleon was promoted too quickly, resulting in a weak foundation and even having to "re-learn" military knowledge.
So Joseph decided to let Napoleon personally experience every level of officer in the army and let him grow more steadily, which would only benefit him and not harm him.
In addition, Corsican Restorationism is still making a fuss at the moment. If Napoleon has too many military resources, they may be used to fund the Corsican rebels.
Joseph sighed secretly. It seemed that the issue of Corsica's independence had to be put on the agenda, especially the Corsican Restorationist leader Pascal Paoli. He didn't know if the Intelligence Bureau had made any progress. He had told them to keep an eye on this guy a few months ago.
Berthier smiled and continued, "Yes, Your Highness, I will sign the promotion documents for Major Buvanaba as soon as possible. Oh, he should also receive a silver fleur-de-lis medal."
Joseph looked at Napoleon, who was full of surprise, and told Berthier, "I hope his battalion commander can take some time to go to his home in person to inform him of the good news of his medal and promotion."
"As you wish, Your Highness."
The artillery battalion commander Lacoste unexpectedly received the benefit of a "vacation" in Corsica.
Joseph and several staff officers were discussing Napoleon's wonderful artillery attack with him when a "report" sounded at the door of the tent. An officer walked in and said loudly, "Your Highness, the Chief of the General Staff, the Prussian army has surrendered."
Joseph looked at his pocket watch. It was only 5 o'clock in the afternoon. He had originally planned to rely on this Prussian army to delay until tomorrow, so that BlΓΌcher would definitely be able to escape back to Liege.
"Okay." He gestured to Berthier, "I'll trouble you with the surrender."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and asked the staff officer next to him, "Is there any news from Major Masson?"
"Not yet, Your Highness."
A few kilometers away, the battalion commander of the Guards, Ma Song, looked at the trembling Dutch soldiers in the encirclement, put down his binoculars, yawned, and turned to ask the staff officer: "Are they not here yet?"
"Not yet, battalion commander."
Ma Song shook his head. If it weren't for the order of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, these Dutch people would have become prisoners long ago.
Soon, a hussar came running and signaled to him: "Captain, there is a Dutch army approaching from the southwest, about 1,000 people."
Mason immediately perked up and said to the staff officer: "Finally they are here."
The latter was a little surprised: "But Liege is on the northwest side, why are they coming from the south?"
"Who knows?" Mason spread out his military jacket and urged, "Let everyone act seriously. This is a task ordered by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself."
"Yes!"
Two kilometers away from Mason's troops, a middle-aged man wearing a South Netherlands military uniform, with a double chin and a hairline that has reached the top of his head wiped his sweat and said to the officer next to him: "Major Acht, please launch an attack immediately."
The muscular officer next to him was stunned. This Deputy Speaker Onck had been timid all the way before. He even ordered a detour of 4 miles to reinforce General Witte from the south because he heard the sound of artillery from afar.
At this time, facing the French army that outnumbered him, he prepared to attack fearlessly.
He naturally didn't know that Joseph sent someone to inform him that Onck could bring him here to reinforce the besieged Dutch army.
