#837 - Wake up and take control of the world
Chapter 833: Wake up and control the world
Middleburg, an important town in southwestern Netherlands.
The news came to the city yesterday afternoon, and then the whole city fell silent in an instant.
All the shops were closed and there were almost no pedestrians on the street. Occasionally, people walk by in a hurry, and they all want to take refuge in the countryside.
Yesterday morning, the Dutch National Army in Middleburg lasted for only 2 hours before being defeated by the French.
After the Duke of York led the coalition forces to Luxembourg, there were no more troops in the Netherlands that could fight against the French army.
The Lefevre Legion headed north as if he was entering a land of no one, and basically occupied all the Dutch provinces south of the Val River at the speed of marching.
In Middleburg, no one knew what the occupying forces would do, and the heavy fear flooded the coastal city like a flood.
Finally, when the sun turned the highest point again, the sound of snare drums came vaguely from the east of the city.
Everyone immediately closed the doors and windows and sneaked out of the crack in the door nervously.
Half an hour later, a team of cavalry wearing white military uniforms and riding tall horses passed by the streets in the city center, and the horse's hooves stepped on the gravel pavement, making a rhythmic "click" sound.
In the gray two-story building next to the road, a middle-aged woman looked at the golden irises flag and said to her husband next to her: "I heard that these terrible guys eat frogs every day to replenish their magic power, so No one can defeat them..."
"Silly woman," the man gave her a blank look. "Better than this, you might as well worry about where we can get bread for the French after they robbed the granary in the city."
Soon, the French army disappeared from their sight, and only posted notices on the wall, and then never appeared again.
The man carefully came out of the house, glanced at the notice, and looked at the neighbor like help: "Mr. Van Levin, what is it written on it?"
The latter whispered: "The French said that they were just chasing the parliamentary army that invaded France, and would not hurt innocent people, nor would they rob or collect taxes."
Sure enough, the city was always very calm until it was almost dark when someone heard news that the French army had taken away the police station's weapons and retreated.
The residents of Middleburg were relieved and felt like they had a nightmare.
The next day, shops on the street opened one after another, except for the slightly higher prices of food, nothing seemed to happen.
The woman who had been worried about the magic of the French army was lined up in front of the bakery and talked to the woman behind her: "It seems that the French are not that scary either."
"Yes, the French officer gave my son a maltose. God, I thought he would be killed at the time..."
The tall man in front of them sighed, "The French are really a symbol of civilization. Our parliament sent troops to follow the Austrians invaded Wallonia, but they were defeated. Now the French soldiers have come, but they just posted a notice, and they are silent. Leaving quietly.”
Someone nodded and echoed: "Yes, the men in Amsterdam deserve to be ashamed."
"Parliament must apologize to the French!"
The woman nodded with consent, and then heard the voice of a young girl passing by: "Those two French soldiers are so handsome..."
The same situation was staged in various cities such as Breda, Shertogenbos, Nijmegen, and the French army won praise from the Dutch.
At this time, the French vanguard had crossed the Val River and headed towards Utrecht, the southern barrier of Amsterdam.
There were only less than 4,000 recruits temporarily pieced together by the Dutch Parliament. Before the battle began, the result was already destined.
Fianen, a small town 8 kilometers south of Utrecht.
The French army rented a lavender manor in the south of the town - a place used to produce honey - for which they also paid 10,000 francs of rent, which was paid on site.
On the sofa on the second floor of the manor villa, Joseph pillowed with smooth black stockings, sniffing the girl's reassuring fragrance comfortably, and gently closed his eyes to enjoy the rare relaxation.
The black stockings wrapped around a pair of long and tight legs, which are very elastic and more comfortable than the best latex pillow he has ever used in his previous life.
The owner of beautiful legs is gently massaged both sides of his temples. The slender fingers were like leaping elfs, and whenever they came into contact with his skin, they would feel numb.
Joseph originally wanted to conceive his future plans for the continent in this comfortable environment, but his tender little hands and the faint orchid-like breath directly above made it difficult for him to concentrate.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, no wonder people would say, "Wake up and hold the power of the world, and lie drunk on the knees of the beauty." It turns out that only by leaving the beauty's knees can one be clear-headed and thought about the power of the world.
For a moment, Cameria's gentle voice came from above the side: "Your Highness, ah--"
Joseph opened his mouth with his eyes closed, and a small piece of cashew crisp fell into his mouth, followed by the sound of silver forks and porcelain plates, and then the "elf" jumped on his forehead again.
Good times are always short. Before Joseph even finished a plate of cashew crisps, he heard Emman knocking on the door outside the house:
No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!
"Your Highness, according to your itinerary, you will meet with Dutch Prime Minister Mr. Canberon and others in 20 minutes."
Joseph opened his eyes reluctantly, not wanting to end the rare rest.
Carmelia smiled sweetly, leaned over his forehead and kissed her softly, "Your Highness, France needs you now."
Joseph exhaled and sat up. Camelia took his coat lightly and helped him put it on: "I'll wait for you to come back."
Half an hour later, in the drying yard of the lavender garden, Kampelen and a group of senior Dutch dignitaries saluted Joseph respectfully, and then sat carefully at the wooden table placed in the open air.
A moment later, when Camberen saw the French prince as if admiring the lavender in the distance, he glanced at the hundreds of French soldiers standing around with guns, swallowed, and said with difficulty:
"Dear Prince His Highness, regarding this war, the Parliament requests you to give our country a chance to end it with a decent chance."
While the French army was preparing to cross the Val River, the Dutch parliament began to discuss surrender.
Obviously, Inpuo and O have decided to give up on the Netherlands.
With the weak Dutch troops, there is no possibility of stopping the French army. Surrender is their only choice.
What Canberon is most worried about now is that France does not accept surrender at all, because as long as the French army continues to advance, they can occupy Amsterdam in at most a week.
He was even prepared to not even see the French prince. Fortunately, the prince gave him this opportunity.
Joseph nodded indifferently and signaled to Emman.
The latter immediately took out a document and placed it in front of Canberon, saying, "This is the conditions for the ceasefire that His Highness needs."
