Chapter 197: News of Uncertain Veracity
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Chapter 197: News of Uncertain Veracity
The military-industrial complex had its unique encryption system, allowing swift information transmission through the national economic signaling network. On a day by the riverside, where Napoleon and a few officers were picnicking and fishing, he received a message from the military-industrial complex, wrapped in their cryptic code.
As he accepted the intelligence with a smile, he turned to Vebitzki, who was busy spreading butter on a piece of bread. "I bet this is Joseph, that timid fellow, urging us to come to his rescue again."
With the intelligence in hand, Napoleon's face turned grim after a quick read. He jumped up from the ground, exclaiming, "Damn Joseph! Stop playing around, everyone, get up; we need to prepare for a forced march!"VIsit n0(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Bertier, startled by Napoleon's reaction, asked, "What's going on? Is there trouble on the front lines?" His hands trembled, and the butter-slathered bread slipped onto his pants, leaving a greasy stain.
"Yes, trouble, big trouble!" Napoleon's face contorted with anger. "That idiot Joseph, a complete imbecile! What's wrong with his brain? Has it been eaten by dogs? Look, it's been just three days, and that fool has decimated thousands of British and Prussian soldiers. Now he claims the British and Prussians haven't launched an attack for a whole day! They might be planning to retreat! Damn it, I gave up the honor of annihilating Suvarov in Italy, crossed treacherous mountains, and traveled a thousand miles to come to Paris. And now, what's this? A leisurely stroll? This fool, why can't he be a bit less heavy-handed and give us some room to maneuver? He..."
As Napoleon walked back, he furiously recalled all the derogatory terms Joseph had ever used on him, applying them in turn to Joseph. When he mounted his horse, his temper had cooled slightly, and Bertier ventured to ask, "General, could it be...has Verdun fallen?"
"If that were the case, it might be easier!" Napoleon muttered darkly. "But it's impossible. I told you, Joseph, that fool, can defend Verdun until he dies of old age. It's not Verdun; it's this scoundrel's cunning tactics. In just three days, he's massacred or crippled tens of thousands of British and Prussian soldiers. Now he says the British and Prussians haven't launched an attack for an entire day! They might be considering a retreat! I give up my pursuit of Suvarov's total destruction in Italy, overcome treacherous mountains, and travel a thousand miles to Paris. And what does he do? This fool, he can't be a little less heavy-handed and leave us with some hope? He..."
After a moment of sighing, Napoleon continued, "Send a message to that idiot, no matter what it takes. He must hold off the British and Prussians, at least for another week!"
Joseph knew that something was amiss when the British and Prussians had refrained from attacking for a whole day. What if they decided not to fight anymore and turned to defense? That wouldn't be good at all. Joseph cursed Napoleon with a mix of frustration and panic, wondering why he hadn't arrived yet. He thought, "If we take the initiative and sacrifice some lives to give them hope, would that work? No, it would damage my reputation, and what if things went awry?"
So Joseph quickly dismissed that idea.
"Count, at this moment, whether this news is true or not, I believe we should treat it as true," Philippe added.
"Mr. Treville, what do you mean?" one of the men by the Count's side asked. At the same time, the Count also turned his puzzled gaze to him.
"Gentlemen, just before, we received news of the setback of the British-Prussian coalition in Verdun," Philippe de Treville continued, surveying everyone, who nodded in agreement.
"Our friends within the British and Prussian armies have also informed us that both the British and Prussians are considering a temporary retreat. The reliability of this news is unquestionable, as you all know. They've temporarily retreated; what will be the consequences? Have you gentlemen considered it?"
Everyone remained silent.
"Very soon, General Napoleon Bonaparte's army will reach Paris. If the British and Prussians can't take Verdun before this army arrives, they won't have a better chance of capturing Verdun or conquering Paris. Gentlemen, what do you think will happen next?"
Still, no one uttered a word.
"There will be a decisive battle. The best-case scenario is both sides losing their capability to continue the attack. Then, everyone will negotiate, the rebels will betray the Irish and Polish, and the British and Prussians will betray us, resulting in a 'peace.' Or General Napoleon Bonaparte will achieve another brilliant victory. Gentlemen, for us, any outcome other than capturing Verdun and conquering Paris is a bitter pill to swallow, isn't it?"
At this point, Philippe de Treville paused, allowing everyone to understand the gravity of the situation. Then he continued, "So, whether this news is true or not, it's good news for us because it can motivate the British and Prussians to continue their attack. If it's true, we'll be the biggest winners. Even if it's false, even a trap, the ones who pay the price won't be us, and it won't even be our most reliable allies. So, gentlemen, I don't understand why we, not being British or Prussian, should hesitate over the veracity of this news."
"Clap, clap, clap..." The Count of Artois led the applause.
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Chapter 197: News of Uncertain Veracity
The military-industrial complex had its unique encryption system, allowing swift information transmission through the national economic signaling network. On a day by the riverside, where Napoleon and a few officers were picnicking and fishing, he received a message from the military-industrial complex, wrapped in their cryptic code.
As he accepted the intelligence with a smile, he turned to Vebitzki, who was busy spreading butter on a piece of bread. "I bet this is Joseph, that timid fellow, urging us to come to his rescue again."
With the intelligence in hand, Napoleon's face turned grim after a quick read. He jumped up from the ground, exclaiming, "Damn Joseph! Stop playing around, everyone, get up; we need to prepare for a forced march!"VIsit n0(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience
Bertier, startled by Napoleon's reaction, asked, "What's going on? Is there trouble on the front lines?" His hands trembled, and the butter-slathered bread slipped onto his pants, leaving a greasy stain.
"Yes, trouble, big trouble!" Napoleon's face contorted with anger. "That idiot Joseph, a complete imbecile! What's wrong with his brain? Has it been eaten by dogs? Look, it's been just three days, and that fool has decimated thousands of British and Prussian soldiers. Now he claims the British and Prussians haven't launched an attack for a whole day! They might be planning to retreat! Damn it, I gave up the honor of annihilating Suvarov in Italy, crossed treacherous mountains, and traveled a thousand miles to come to Paris. And now, what's this? A leisurely stroll? This fool, why can't he be a bit less heavy-handed and give us some room to maneuver? He..."
As Napoleon walked back, he furiously recalled all the derogatory terms Joseph had ever used on him, applying them in turn to Joseph. When he mounted his horse, his temper had cooled slightly, and Bertier ventured to ask, "General, could it be...has Verdun fallen?"
"If that were the case, it might be easier!" Napoleon muttered darkly. "But it's impossible. I told you, Joseph, that fool, can defend Verdun until he dies of old age. It's not Verdun; it's this scoundrel's cunning tactics. In just three days, he's massacred or crippled tens of thousands of British and Prussian soldiers. Now he says the British and Prussians haven't launched an attack for an entire day! They might be considering a retreat! I give up my pursuit of Suvarov's total destruction in Italy, overcome treacherous mountains, and travel a thousand miles to Paris. And what does he do? This fool, he can't be a little less heavy-handed and leave us with some hope? He..."
After a moment of sighing, Napoleon continued, "Send a message to that idiot, no matter what it takes. He must hold off the British and Prussians, at least for another week!"
Joseph knew that something was amiss when the British and Prussians had refrained from attacking for a whole day. What if they decided not to fight anymore and turned to defense? That wouldn't be good at all. Joseph cursed Napoleon with a mix of frustration and panic, wondering why he hadn't arrived yet. He thought, "If we take the initiative and sacrifice some lives to give them hope, would that work? No, it would damage my reputation, and what if things went awry?"
So Joseph quickly dismissed that idea.
"Count, at this moment, whether this news is true or not, I believe we should treat it as true," Philippe added.
"Mr. Treville, what do you mean?" one of the men by the Count's side asked. At the same time, the Count also turned his puzzled gaze to him.
"Gentlemen, just before, we received news of the setback of the British-Prussian coalition in Verdun," Philippe de Treville continued, surveying everyone, who nodded in agreement.
"Our friends within the British and Prussian armies have also informed us that both the British and Prussians are considering a temporary retreat. The reliability of this news is unquestionable, as you all know. They've temporarily retreated; what will be the consequences? Have you gentlemen considered it?"
Everyone remained silent.
"Very soon, General Napoleon Bonaparte's army will reach Paris. If the British and Prussians can't take Verdun before this army arrives, they won't have a better chance of capturing Verdun or conquering Paris. Gentlemen, what do you think will happen next?"
Still, no one uttered a word.
"There will be a decisive battle. The best-case scenario is both sides losing their capability to continue the attack. Then, everyone will negotiate, the rebels will betray the Irish and Polish, and the British and Prussians will betray us, resulting in a 'peace.' Or General Napoleon Bonaparte will achieve another brilliant victory. Gentlemen, for us, any outcome other than capturing Verdun and conquering Paris is a bitter pill to swallow, isn't it?"
At this point, Philippe de Treville paused, allowing everyone to understand the gravity of the situation. Then he continued, "So, whether this news is true or not, it's good news for us because it can motivate the British and Prussians to continue their attack. If it's true, we'll be the biggest winners. Even if it's false, even a trap, the ones who pay the price won't be us, and it won't even be our most reliable allies. So, gentlemen, I don't understand why we, not being British or Prussian, should hesitate over the veracity of this news."
"Clap, clap, clap..." The Count of Artois led the applause.
Chapter 197: News of Uncertain VeracityThe military-industrial complex had its unique encryption system, allowing swift information transmission through the national economic signaling network. On a day by the riverside, where Napoleon and a few officers were picnicking and fishing, he received a message from the military-industrial complex, wrapped in their cryptic code.As he accepted the intelligence with a smile, he turned to Vebitzki, who was busy spreading butter on a piece of bread. "I bet this is Joseph, that timid fellow, urging us to come to his rescue again."With the intelligence in hand, Napoleon's face turned grim after a quick read. He jumped up from the ground, exclaiming, "Damn Joseph! Stop playing around, everyone, get up; we need to prepare for a forced march!"VIsit n0veLbin.com for the best novel reading experienceBertier, startled by Napoleon's reaction, asked, "What's going on? Is there trouble on the front lines?" His hands trembled, and the butter-slathered bread slipped onto his pants, leaving a greasy stain."Yes, trouble, big trouble!" Napoleon's face contorted with anger. "That idiot Joseph, a complete imbecile! What's wrong with his brain? Has it been eaten by dogs? Look, it's been just three days, and that fool has decimated thousands of British and Prussian soldiers. Now he claims the British and Prussians haven't launched an attack for a whole day! They might be planning to retreat! Damn it, I gave up the honor of annihilating Suvarov in Italy, crossed treacherous mountains, and traveled a thousand miles to come to Paris. And now, what's this? A leisurely stroll? This fool, why can't he be a bit less heavy-handed and give us some room to maneuver? He..."As Napoleon walked back, he furiously recalled all the derogatory terms Joseph had ever used on him, applying them in turn to Joseph. When he mounted his horse, his temper had cooled slightly, and Bertier ventured to ask, "General, could it be...has Verdun fallen?""If that were the case, it might be easier!" Napoleon muttered darkly. "But it's impossible. I told you, Joseph, that fool, can defend Verdun until he dies of old age. It's not Verdun; it's this scoundrel's cunning tactics. In just three days, he's massacred or crippled tens of thousands of British and Prussian soldiers. Now he says the British and Prussians haven't launched an attack for an entire day! They might be considering a retreat! I give up my pursuit of Suvarov's total destruction in Italy, overcome treacherous mountains, and travel a thousand miles to Paris. And what does he do? This fool, he can't be a little less heavy-handed and leave us with some hope? He..."After a moment of sighing, Napoleon continued, "Send a message to that idiot, no matter what it takes. He must hold off the British and Prussians, at least for another week!"Joseph knew that something was amiss when the British and Prussians had refrained from attacking for a whole day. What if they decided not to fight anymore and turned to defense? That wouldn't be good at all. Joseph cursed Napoleon with a mix of frustration and panic, wondering why he hadn't arrived yet. He thought, "If we take the initiative and sacrifice some lives to give them hope, would that work? No, it would damage my reputation, and what if things went awry?"So Joseph quickly dismissed that idea."Count, at this moment, whether this news is true or not, I believe we should treat it as true," Philippe added."Mr. Treville, what do you mean?" one of the men by the Count's side asked. At the same time, the Count also turned his puzzled gaze to him."Gentlemen, just before, we received news of the setback of the British-Prussian coalition in Verdun," Philippe de Treville continued, surveying everyone, who nodded in agreement."Our friends within the British and Prussian armies have also informed us that both the British and Prussians are considering a temporary retreat. The reliability of this news is unquestionable, as you all know. They've temporarily retreated; what will be the consequences? Have you gentlemen considered it?"Everyone remained silent."Very soon, General Napoleon Bonaparte's army will reach Paris. If the British and Prussians can't take Verdun before this army arrives, they won't have a better chance of capturing Verdun or conquering Paris. Gentlemen, what do you think will happen next?"Still, no one uttered a word."There will be a decisive battle. The best-case scenario is both sides losing their capability to continue the attack. Then, everyone will negotiate, the rebels will betray the Irish and Polish, and the British and Prussians will betray us, resulting in a 'peace.' Or General Napoleon Bonaparte will achieve another brilliant victory. Gentlemen, for us, any outcome other than capturing Verdun and conquering Paris is a bitter pill to swallow, isn't it?"At this point, Philippe de Treville paused, allowing everyone to understand the gravity of the situation. Then he continued, "So, whether this news is true or not, it's good news for us because it can motivate the British and Prussians to continue their attack. If it's true, we'll be the biggest winners. Even if it's false, even a trap, the ones who pay the price won't be us, and it won't even be our most reliable allies. So, gentlemen, I don't understand why we, not being British or Prussian, should hesitate over the veracity of this news.""Clap, clap, clap..." The Count of Artois led the applause.
