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The atmosphere of the dance has always been dull, perhaps because they are about to go to the battlefield. Almost everyone here... every cat is closely related to the battlefield. They are either officers who are about to embark on the battlefield, or their family members.

Lord Meowlington sat aside and drank like a general. The amber wine in the glass reflected the light, flickering, as if to indicate the owner's uncertain mood.

Duchess Georgiana also came over and invited Meowlington to dance. Meowlington, who was already a veteran in socializing, did not refuse and danced with the Duchess to the latest and most popular waltz of the Meowsburg royal family. A brisk one.

In this era, although the Holy Roman Empire, which was neither holy, nor Roman, nor imperial, was ordered to be disbanded by His Majesty Napoleon, the royal claim of the Bousburg-Lorraine family was still there, so the rule of law was still there. In the hands of the Bao family.

Even if Austria is the only main body now, as long as the Meowburg family does not cease to have heirs or abdicate, the claim will always be in their hands.

Of course, Austria is also capable of big things, and at least he has done two things successfully.

One thing is to successfully make people think that Beethoven is Austrian, and the other thing is to successfully make people think that the failed art student who started World War II is German.

If you don’t pass the exam, you’ll have World War II!

Of course, the most popular figure in Austria in this era is not the turn of a certain art student who has the power to go to Judaism. At present, the most popular one should be Archduke Karl.

He was also the last emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, Francis II, and the current first emperor of the Austrian Empire, Francis I.

It's quite confusing, but after all, the country name has been changed, and the teeth still need to be re-sequenced.

In fact, HRE is not as evil as what is reported on the Internet. At least during the Hohenstaufen Dynasty, HRE's martial virtues were still very abundant. Many people know that the sun never sets on the Empire to describe the most prosperous empire, but few people know that this sentence was said by Emperor Charles V of the Habsburg Dynasty.

"On my territory, the sun never sets!" declared the then Emperor Charles V.

Of course, the claim of Charles V, the Holy Roman Emperor, was obtained by bribing the electors. Generally speaking, we call him King Carlos I of Spain.

After dancing with Duke Meowlington, Georgiana originally wanted to invite Louis to dance a song out of politeness, but because Louis really didn't fit the Meow people's aesthetics, Georgiana gave up after hesitating. idea.

"It's obvious that you and your female companion don't quite fit in with our aesthetic here, cat." Meowlington poured himself some whiskey with his flexible cat paws, held it in his hand and pointed it at the light, looking at it with some confusion. There was wine in the glass, and after a while, he gently placed the glass on the table aside.

"I've also discovered this problem." Louis didn't mind. To be honest, he was not a Freeman. Being favored by these cats was a big deal, okay?

Duke Meowlington laughed heartily, and his sharp teeth shone coldly under the light of the light - it was obvious that the Duke was very attentive to the care of his teeth, otherwise how could he have such good teeth.

"At your age, I have already had two or three female companions." Duke Meowlington raised his legs elegantly, "Oh yes, how old are you this year?"

"Fourteen." Louis replied, picking up a biscuit.

"Ah...Fourteen." Duke Meowlington's cheeks would definitely turn red if it weren't for the cat fur. He thought for a while and then excused himself: "Fourteen years old, ha... well, you are really young and promising, meow."

"Tsk, except for that little man, all three of them are my women." Louis introduced them seriously, pointing to the two ladies who were watching the cats dancing in ecstasy.

Of course, he was bragging for the man's sake, so he sent a message to Christasa in his mind to shut up and stop talking.

Krisstrasa wanted to refute, but she didn't dare. To be honest, as Louis' personal maid, in ancient times they were all maids of the same house, how could she escape the fate of being captured by Louis. On the other hand, the main thing is that Lewis is a bit handsome, so it doesn't matter if he talks a little bit.

Duke Meowlington opened his eyes wide with a solemn expression, as if he was looking at Louis again.

"Heroes no matter their age, I admire cats." This time, Duke Meowlington gave Louis a thumbs up sincerely, thanks to his flexible cat claws.

"Thank you." Louis hooked Krisstrasa's chin with some complacency, causing the latter to narrow her eyes comfortably.

Maybe dragons, like cats, like to have their chins touched regardless of anything?

At this moment, a disheveled herald came in from outside, and Louis could tell from his dress.

The herald walked up to Meowlington, stood at attention and saluted, and Duke Meowlington also stood up and returned the salute.

"Report to Your Majesty the Marshal..."

Seeing that the herald had attracted the attention of others, Duke Meowlington immediately interrupted him: "Okay, I understand, hush, give me the letter."

After the herald handed the letter to Meowlington, he saluted and left the ball.

After putting the letter in his pocket, Duke Meowlington looked at the people who were staring at him and said with a smile: "Everyone, continue, this is just a very ordinary letter from home."

After receiving his answer, the crowd resumed its bustle.

After seeing people divert their attention, Duke Meowlington opened the letter.

It was a letter from William, Prince of Orange in the Netherlands.

The letter was written at about ten o'clock, and it probably means that the Prussian army was attacked by the French army and was forced to retreat from Frerus. Since Freiros was located northeast of Charleroi, this meant that the French had already crossed the Sambre River.

The letter did not describe the true strength of the French army, which made Duke Meowlington hesitate.

After a while, he made up his mind and called the herald, asking him to give an order to the Prince of Orange, ordering him to return to the battlefield immediately.

The herald hurried away, bearing instructions from Duke Meowlington.

As a bag of tricks, Duke Meowlington has seen through the clues of Napoleon's true intentions - of course, he is not the same as Pique who saw through Ronaldo's offense. History has proved that his judgment is indeed correct. is correct.

Otherwise, he would have become a powerful player before Pique.

"Let's go, Louis, let's go to dinner." Meowlington was very relaxed after seeing through Napoleon's intention, and even the cat's whiskers were trembling happily.

"I happen to be a little hungry too." Louis smiled and nodded in agreement.

Cats’ dinners always include seafood and poultry, especially the black truffle, which has become famous recently because Nahuang ate it and became famous in one fell swoop. At this time, the rules of Russian food had not yet become popular, and the cat attendants were constantly shuttling back and forth, serving delicacies to the guests.

"The battlefield conditions are simple, let's have a meal." Duke Meowlington said, and he took a spoonful of full-grained caviar and evenly spread it on the bread, opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

As the food entered his mouth, Meowlington's eyes closed slightly, the cat's whiskers trembled, and he looked extremely satisfied.

As a soldier, there are no rules when it comes to eating. Louis' etiquette was always impeccable when there were outsiders, which made Meowlington praise him repeatedly.

"Elegance, so elegant." Duke Meowlington shook his head and said, "I think you must be a noble from the far east, otherwise you would not have such a temperament that comes from within."

Louis thought to himself that I am the Duke of Cambridge next to your home.

Of course, he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only say with a smile: "You guessed it right, I also happen to be a Duke."

"Oh, that's great!" Meowlington's expression became even more satisfied. He stretched out his cat's paw and patted Louis' arm, feeling that he had truly accepted Louis this time.

In this era, it is not only the virtue of being a hero, but also the whole world.

If the family doesn't have any ancestral status, they are all nouveau riche cats.

After eating a few bites, a Norwegian forest cat with sleek fur hurriedly walked in from outside. He looked young.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, Your Excellency, Marshal!" He kept shouting Meowlington.

Poor Duke Meowlington just took a bite of bread, and the bread was still in his mouth, looking very cute. Hearing a familiar voice, he turned around in shock and quickly pulled the bread out of his mouth: "William? Didn't I ask you to return to the battlefield? Why did you return to Brussels?"

The person coming was none other than the Prince of Orange, William.

Now the Prince of Orange is generally known as Wilhelm II in history - of course not the bearded Wilhelm II, the later leader of the black flag of Old Berlin and the diplomatic genius, but William of the Netherlands.

Well, the prince of the Netherlands, his home is in Brussels.

William didn't have time to say anything. He looked around and sat next to Meowlington. After getting a credible hint from Louis, William whispered: "At half past ten, Napoleon has almost advanced to Four Arms Village... "

"I understand William, you should go back to your army." Duke Meowlington said with a frown.

"But, Your Excellency..." William wanted to say something more, but saw Meowlington staring at him closely.

"William, you have to go back to your army, your soldiers need you even more now." Meowlington said in a strong tone: "Don't worry, I have prepared a complete countermeasure, you just need to put your heart back in your stomach. "

"Okay." William nodded and hurried away with a worried look on his face without even eating.

After eating and chatting for more than 20 minutes, Duke Meowlington led people to Duke Meowsman's study, where a situation map of the entire battlefield hung.

He looked at the map carefully and admired sincerely: "God! Napoleon humiliated me. He advanced against me for twenty-four hours..."

This sentence is a bit confusing.

Standing in front of the map, Meowlington was worried that his army would not be able to stop Napoleon's offensive in Four Arms Village. After some thought, he decided to designate the small village that looked good on the map as his decisive place.

When asked by other generals what he planned to do, Meowlington replied: "I have ordered the army to go to Four Arms Village, but I will not fight him there. If a decisive battle must be fought, I must be here. Fight him."

With sharp eyes, Louis saw Meowlington pointing his thumb to a place called Waterloo.

The reason why he asked the British reserve force in Brussels to rush to the Four Arms Village further ahead was also to buy time for his main force to advance to Waterloo. Now that's all he can do. The role of the Four Arms Village is only to delay the French army's actions, so that he and Blücher can race against time to gather troops.

In the early hours of the morning, the dance ended in a solemn atmosphere, and the officers and soldiers left one after another. Mothers, wives and girlfriends cried, hugged and waved their toms off to fight. Some people didn't even have time to change clothes, so they headed towards Four Arms Village wearing knee-length trousers, stockings and dancing shoes.

"This is a night of separation and death." Duke Meowlington looked at the sad scene in front of him and couldn't help but feel sad.

Louis shook his head and said with some emotion: "I'm just pitiful for those withered bones that have not been taken away by the Rhine River. Maybe they are the people my wife misses in her dreams..."

There is actually nothing wrong with what he said. After all, the tributaries of the Rhine River come from Belgium. No one may know about that tributary, but the name of the Rhine River is known to everyone from Ireland to Cathay.

Catherine looked at Louis proudly, feeling delighted and thinking "My little deer is awesome."

Meowlington was stunned for a moment, smacked Lewis's words carefully, and praised continuously: "Your Excellency is really talented in literature."

But he didn't see Ye Ziyan rolling his eyes inadvertently.

This brat is translating poetry again to pretend he is educated...

When he was getting bored waiting to set off, Louis saw Chromie waving to him out of the corner of his eye.

"What's wrong?" Louis asked curiously.

Chromie pulled Louis over mysteriously, found a secluded place, and asked quietly: "Do you want to see what Napoleon is doing now?"

"Can you see it?" Louis suddenly became more energetic. He had always been curious about what kind of cat Napoleon was...

Chromie snapped his fingers, and his surroundings were instantly surrounded by the Sands of Time. In a trance, as if he was wearing a VR device, Louis felt as if he was in a strange place.

In front of him was a huge map. In front of the map, stood a man wearing a coat.

He was chubby and honest. Louis couldn't hold it back and almost went up to rub it, but was stopped by Chromie.

"This is Napoleon." Chromie introduced Louis at a normal speaking volume. Sure enough, even if her voice was not quiet, no one in the conference room noticed the two of them.

Soon, Napoleon in front of the map moved. He looked around at the generals sitting below and began his pre-war speech.

Napoleon's accent was very strange, French with a bit of an Italian ocean flavor. If it weren't for the constant influence of Vitaly, Louis would really not understand what he was saying.