I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 710 The Russian God of War’s Counterattack

The band playing around them suddenly stopped.

The officers present looked at each other nervously, then stood at attention and said yes, and dispersed.

Suvorov waved away the uniformed guards who were holding the welcoming ceremony, and said angrily to Tolmazov beside him: "These guys have no idea how important time is to the Poles.

"Their king did not hesitate to lie to anger His Majesty the Tsar to buy time for their country. Look, what rituals are my generals using such precious time for.

"Ha! I bet that in the more than a month since our army suspended its offensive, thousands more soldiers have been added to the Polish position opposite."

He was just grumbling casually, but he inadvertently hit the mark.

Stanislaw II delayed the armistice negotiations for a full 24 days, and then Catherine II ordered the Polish-Russian front to restart the war.

Her order was sent to Smolensk seven days later, and Suvorov spent another four days arriving in Minsk.

At this time, 36 days had passed since the Russian army's temporary ceasefire.

Just two days ago, two newly trained infantry regiments from Warsaw, totaling 3,000 people, arrived in Minsk, and the other two new regiments will arrive here four days later. Along with them came 6 brand-new cannons.

In addition, the Polish soldiers in Minsk have been resting for more than a month, and they have basically recovered their energy.

The entire Minsk defense line has been re-stabilized.

Tolmazov thought for a while and suggested: "Marshal, maybe we can publicize to the Poles that their king intends to surrender, in order to lower their morale."

"Well, you can try it."

Suvorov nodded, glanced at the command post decorated with colorful ribbons, and motioned to the attendant to bring the horse over: "Have people dismantle these. I'll go to the front line to take a look first."

"Yes, Marshal."

A few hours later.

On a mound in front of the Polish defense line, Suvorov put down his telescope and said to Tolmazov: "I have to admit that Polish soldiers are very tenacious."

"Yes, Lord Marshal."

"Korezhennikov's previous tactical arrangements were too rigid." Suvorov motioned to the staff to unfold the map, "We have the advantage in strength. Such a strong attack can indeed break through the Polish defense line, but it will take a lot of time. "

He recalled the situation on the battlefield and ordered: "Narrow the attack surface and concentrate the entire army on attacking Yushno Village on the south side.

"Gumilev's corps no longer needs to participate in the offensive. Let them bypass the Polish defenses from Novogrudok and head west."

Tolmazov was surprised and said: "Marshal, New Grudok is full of dense forests, and it is almost impossible to supply..."

Novogrudok is on the southwest side of Minsk. After passing here, we can launch an attack on Drosicyn, an important town in central Poland. The latter is adjacent to Warsaw.

Suvorov smiled: "It doesn't matter, as long as the Poles believe that I intend to attack Drosichen.

"The Gumilev Army has the largest number of serf soldiers, and their equipment is very poor. They will not play much role here. But after they withdraw, they will force the Poles to divide their forces to deal with it.

"This is the rational use of superior forces."

He listened to the rumble of artillery in the distance and got on his horse: "It is estimated that in a week at most, the Polish forces will be concentrated in the direction of Yushno Village. At that time, we will immediately turn to the north. Oh, we can attack the north now Line, artillery positions have been deployed in advance.”

"Yes, Marshal."

…

Two days later, news about the Polish king spread among Polish soldiers in Minsk.

Behind the breastwork, Czeslaw looked at the retreating Russian troops, put away his flintlock, turned to the young man next to him whose face was blackened by gunpowder smoke, and said: "Hey, Vanya, have you heard? ? His Majesty is going to Petersburg to surrender."

Vanya stopped counting the ammunition and deliberately widened his eyes: "Oh, God! I am really surprised that our king actually knows that we are at war with Russia!"

His words immediately elicited a burst of laughter.

Yes, nowadays Stanislaw II is a clown who knows nothing among the people. No one really takes his behavior too seriously.

The tall brown-haired soldier next to him shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness is still commanding the battle in Mozyri, and no one will surrender!"

"Yes, the parliament has just issued a new mobilization order. The boot camp in Warsaw is packed with people every day."

A soldier whispered mysteriously: "I heard from the regimental commander that General Kosciuszko is making a surprise attack on Moscow!"

"Really?"

"Haha, great!"

"Now the Russians are in trouble!"

Czeslaw still cautiously reminded everyone: "But His Majesty the King did go to Petersburg. I saw it in the newspaper in the officer's tent."

Vanya winked at him: "He went to have a tryst with his old lover. Ah, let me think about it, he was driven back by his Russian love rival last time, right?"

The soldiers laughed even harder.

The brown-haired soldier grinned and said, "Come to think of it, His Majesty's Honey is almost 65 years old, right?"

Vanya showed a lewd expression: "How do you know His Majesty's special taste?"

Next to him, the veteran put his hand on his abdomen to lift it up: "I think she should have drooped down to here, right?"

The soldiers laughed again, "Oh, His Majesty the King is so courageous!"

"God, I would never be able to bear this..."

"I hope our Majesty will not be beaten by his little rival this time."

"Hahaha."

Suvorov never expected that the news of "the king's surrender" could help Polish soldiers liven up the atmosphere and relax their nerves during the battle.

At this moment, Stanislaw II, who was regarded as a joke by everyone, was standing in a room on the second floor of the Winter Palace, looking at the sky to the west with worry.

That was the direction of Poland...

Paris.

In the room on the second floor of the Palace of Versailles, Perna tucked in the corner of Camelia, who was frowning and sleeping soundly, turned around and shook her head gently to the crown prince, whispering: "Your Highness, she is still running a fever. All kinds of methods have been tried, and the dosage of BDP has been doubled, but none of them worked."

"BDP" is the abbreviation of "Crown Prince's Blessing" - the most effective antipyretic drug at present.

Camelia, who was in a coma, suddenly began to cough violently. Perna hurriedly leaned over to support her and gently stroked her back.

Joseph's expression became serious. The maid had been feverish for three days and two nights, and there was no sign of improvement.

After Camelia calmed down, Perna continued: "And she hasn't eaten much in the past two days, which will make her weaker."

Joseph frowned and said: "Her lungs are likely to be infected."

The water of the Seine River is very dirty, and it is easy to cause infection if it is directly choked into the lungs.

"Infection?" Perna asked, "Is it like the festering of the wound?"

"Similar. It's all bacteria eroding the body."

"So, should we fill her lungs with alcohol?" Perna has rich experience in treating wounds with 75% alcohol on the battlefield.