My British Empire

After a battle, the situation in France suddenly changed. The Protestant League, which had greatly increased its advantages, lost most of its advantages at once.

In this regard, the Protestant army suffered huge losses. Only more than 3,000 of them escaped, and the rest were either captured or killed. A large number of Zizhong was left to the Catholic allies.

More importantly, a large number of cities that the Protestants took the opportunity to acquire were all recovered by the Duke of Guise, and the situation in France returned to the hands of the Catholic allies.

Now, as before, the Protestant Army is besieging Orleans, changing positions in offense and defense.

Moreover, the cities around the city of Orleans were also recovered by the Duke of Guise, and Orleans became an isolated city.

Inside the city, Prince Condé looked out of the city and looked at the Catholic League showing off their might, w couldn't help gnashing their teeth.

God can testify that he has always sent people to inspect the situation in the rear, and he has never been negligent.

And the reason why he was raided by the cavalry a while ago must be that the patrol team had neglected their duties and neglected their duties, which allowed the Catholic Allies to steal a loophole, cooperate with the inside and outside, and smashed his camp in one fell swoop.

It's not his fault, tens of thousands of troops disappeared in a few hours, can you not make him feel angry?

"Your Excellency, there is no need to do this!" General Coligny looked blue, and his arms on the wall were trembling. It was obvious that he was in a hurry.

In this regard, for the sake of the entire Protestant army, Colini could only comfort him softly.

"We have a lot of food in Orleans, and the siege of the Duke of Guise is of no use to us!"

"Besides, the English have pacified the Normandy area. I think the British army will come to support them in a short time. We just need to stick to Orleans!"

"For now, that's all I can do! Alas!"

Prince Condé looked at the bustling Catholic camp, and sighed helplessly, with endless hatred written on his face.

Outside the city, the Duke of Guise also picked up the binoculars to look at the heavily guarded city of Orleans, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

"It seems that Prince Condé is still good at defense, so don't underestimate him!"

The Duke of Guise glanced sideways at the Duke of Vendome and said casually.

"Yes, he has always been a leader in the army, and he is still good at fighting! It's a pity..." the Duke of Vendome said.

"It's a pity! He met me!" The Duke of Guise said a little proudly, "I think back then, even when he was fighting against the Spaniards, he was no match for me!"

"Once, I beat the Spaniard, but he was always beaten, laughed at and couldn't hold his head up.

But in Paris in a blink of an eye, he changed his appearance again, showing off non-stop, bragging about his brilliant achievements to those ladies, it's really shameless! "

Speaking of this, the Duke of Guise gritted his teeth and said angrily, as if he had seen it on the spot.

Regarding this, the Duke of Vendôme had a look of approval on his face, but he didn't quite agree with it in his heart. If it's not as expected, it's probably because of jealousy when he was young!

In Normandy, 3,000 British troops have been walking for hundreds of miles to support the Protestant coalition forces.

The new army supported this time included 1,000 cavalry and 2,000 infantry, and the food and grass they brought was only ten days' worth.

Baron George, as the commander of the reinforcements, was responsible for commanding 3,000 British troops to support the Huguenots.

"Deng dong dong..." Thousands of horses were moving forward together, and countless horseshoes trampled on the road, and the sound was endless.

It was summer, and the roads became hard. A large number of horseshoes moved forward together, widening the original narrow roads in France, and with the wind, layers of dust were raised.

Due to the capture of a lot of war horses, plus those purchased from Britain and France, in addition to the 1,000 cavalry who went to support this time, the other 2,000 infantry can also ride horses and become infantry.

As the commander, Baron George, of course, would not ride in a carriage, but usually rode a horse like other cavalry, walking slowly.

As for supporting Protestantism, he, like other British troops, has no interest in supporting Protestantism at all.

Especially the long-distance raid, this pain is too uncomfortable.

Riding on the horse, Baron George fixed his body. Although his eyes were fixed on the front, his mind didn't know where he went!

He still remembered the words of Alexander's earnest entrustment before leaving the city:

"For the Protestant Army, don't treat them as allies. The first priority for you to go is to preserve your strength.

The balance of the strength of the French is our main purpose, you have to play by ear! "

Therefore, Baron George felt that, given the current dominance of the Protestant coalition forces in France, he would just hang around in the past and consume the strength of the Protestants as much as possible!

Just as he was thinking about it, a scout rushed over on his horse, his eyes lit up when he saw him, and he reined in and reported:

"My lord, urgent news. The Protestant coalition forces were flanked by the Duke of Guise. They were defeated all the way and retreated to Orleans."

Hearing this, Baron George frowned, supporting a disadvantaged party, they certainly did not have a leisurely fantasy life, and it was shattered.

In this regard, he summoned messengers and ordered everyone to change their route and march.

We can't pass through Paris directly, it's more important to go to Orleans.

Pity! He is also going to take a look at the scenery of the first city in France.

Thousands of troops immediately changed direction and chose a trail to walk again.

Five days later, an army of three thousand, full of dust and dust, arrived in Orleans.

After resting for a while, the army built a small military camp near the city of Orleans.

For the city of Orleans, Baron George absolutely has no desire to enter.

Because he knows that once he enters, it will be very difficult to get out.

He didn't want the 3,000 people under him to be trapped to death inside, so that his responsibility would be great.

Stationed outside the city, one can support Orleans, and the other is also convenient for them to talk and run.

After all, there are three thousand of them, and everyone has a horse. If they want to escape, it is easy.

"What? The English are coming, and they're cavalry? Good!"

When Prince Condé heard that the reinforcements from England were coming, he immediately put down the bread in his hand and was extremely pleasantly surprised.

Sitting in Orleans, he certainly understands the importance of reinforcements to Orleans, especially surrounded by famous generals like the Duke of Guise, the psychological pressure can be imagined.

"Immediately transfer a few pigs and sheep over there, and send someone to notify them, requesting to cooperate with our actions. It seems that our plan may be implemented!"

Prince Condé was very happy with the arrival of the British army. This not only meant hope, but also meant that he had planned a counter-offensive plan for many days, and it was possible to implement it, thus turning defeat into victory.

"What? The English are here?" Unlike the happy Prince Condé, the Duke of Guise had a dignified expression.

Since he was defeated by the English last time, he has treated the English differently, more than the Protestant army.