Chapter 454: Surrender is the ancestral craft of Napoleon's family (third update, please subscribe)
On September 2, 1870, the sky was clear throughout France.
The late summer sun is not strong, but it warms the French earth with just enough heat, and a gentle breeze blows across the fields.
The wind is blowing from the north!
With the help of this breeze, the speed of the airship seemed to increase a lot.
"If only it could be faster!"
Once again, Li Du looked at the spread-out map and muttered to himself.
If the speed can reach 100 kilometers, they will only need about 40 hours at most to reach their destination. Not only will the officers and soldiers of the floating force not be as tired as they are now, but more importantly, the French!
Only God knows whether the French who are now surrounded in Sedan have surrendered. If they surrender, what will happen even if the floating troops arrive in Sedan?
Can the defeat be reversed?
Once the French Emperor surrendered, everything would be over and they would have no need to drop bombs at all.
With the fall of the Second Empire, everything in France had nothing to do with Nanhua anymore.
"Don't worry, sir. The French are still a long-standing European power. There's no way they can't hold out for even a few days."
"That's right, sir. No matter how cowardly the French are, they can't be more cowardly than the Argentines. We beat the Argentines into that state, but they still held out for several days!"
The brothers were talking to each other, and their words made Li Du feel a lot more at ease.
That's right, France is one of the great powers of the world, how could it be less cowardly than Argentina?
France!
In fact, even Li Du himself didn’t know that France was not just cowardly, it was really cowardly!
For Ma Xiangwu, the liaison officer, he never considered how long the French could hold out.
In fact, he never doubted the French.
No need to doubt it!
France is a veteran power.
At most, they would just be cowardly a few times and then surrender the whole country.
"Captain Ma, we should be there soon!"
"Four hours if the wind is favorable!"
Ma Guangming said loudly, then he stood up, walked to the window, and relaxed facing out the porthole.
…
Although there was no good news about the war, Jean Lafontaine still started preparing lunch around noon as he did in the past, and he even prepared a bottle of red wine.
Today is my wife's birthday.
He was thinking of giving his wife a surprise and was humming a tune when suddenly, it seemed that water drops fell from the sky. A few drops fell on his face, making him look up and say.
"Is it going to rain...?"
The sky was clear and there didn't seem to be any dark clouds at all, but why were water drops falling from the sky?
A deeper rumbling sound was heard slowly in the air. As the strange sound approached, although he could not see clearly what was in the air, the deep sound still shook his heart and made him feel a little nervous.
"Airship, it's an airship..."
Suddenly, someone was running and shouting loudly. It was the Marquis's son. He had a telescope in his hand. He ran to the nearby slope and looked up at the sky.
Through the telescope, I saw a large group of airships flying towards the north in the distance. There seemed to be nearly a hundred of them. Those huge airships were lined up in neat formations, like a fleet in the sky.
"God bless France, you are finally here..."
The Marquis's son shouted excitedly on the slope, his finger pointing in the right direction and shouting.
"Go, gentlemen, and blow up those Prussians!"
It was not the Prussians who were flattened, but the French themselves.
Since the general offensive began on September 1, the French troops guarding Sedan have suffered unprecedented artillery bombardment. The German Krupp cannons fired shells at Sedan at a rate of five to six per minute. The impact fuses that exploded upon hitting the ground brought a blow to the French that only those who were there could feel.
"boom!"
Another heavy shell fell and exploded less than ten meters away from the wall. The powerful blast wave mixed with countless pieces of earth and stone, like a strong wind hitting the seemingly solid outer wall of the house. Mud and smoke rushed in through the window with the violent airflow, and the curtains were torn apart by the blast wave.
Soon the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder and choking smoke, and everyone in the room started coughing loudly.
"Oh Mary!"
"Save me, save me..."
The French soldiers were terrified by this situation.
They dropped their Shapos rifles and huddled on the ground with their heads in their hands. They were trembling and coughing. Many of them even cried out loudly and screamed like women.
The wooden beams on the upper roof also shook during the explosion.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. The airships from Nanhua will be here soon! When their airships arrive, believe me, all the Prussian cannons will be destroyed!"
Lieutenant Albon said to the soldiers.
He stood there, walking in the smoke, completely ignoring the bullets that might fly at any time. While the artillery bombardment was going on, the Prussians were also attacking. They were at the forefront of the war.
"Lieutenant, will the airship really come?"
A bearded middle-aged soldier shouted that many people in the French army were middle-aged men like him, and many of them had even served for more than ten years. Perhaps they were excellent shooters, but God could testify that they would have been scared to death by such shelling.
Now the only thing that supports them not to surrender is not patriotism, but the fact that Nanhua’s airship will bring them victory.
Why do they want to win?
For France?
Of course not, they were eager for victory because... after being imprisoned in the prisoner-of-war camp, they could not get their military pay, and they had no military pay. They could not even get last month's pay.
For the sake of military pay, you must persevere!
"Yes, they will definitely come!"
Lieutenant Albon exclaimed.
"After all, they are our allies!"
"God bless!"
Looking at the ruins in front of him, Emperor Napoleon III kept praying. Just a few hours ago, a heavy artillery shell hit the house where he was hiding, and the shell almost razed the house to the ground. Although he did not suffer any harm while hiding in the wine cellar, he was really scared.
Even now, he still looked frightened as he listened to the cries of the wounded.
If...if it wasn't because, because Nanhua's airship was coming.
At least for a moment, Napoleon III really wanted to surrender!
Perhaps surrender could put an end to all this.
But how could Napoleon's nephew surrender?
But Napoleon's nephew could certainly surrender. After all, surrender is an old tradition in the Napoleon family. Not to mention him, even his uncle, the great Emperor Napoleon, was an expert in surrendering, and he surrendered twice.
Although he had no psychological burden about surrendering, Na San did not want to repeat his uncle's old path. He was not going to be stranded on a deserted island like his uncle and die on the island without knowing why.
"God bless you, you must come quickly! If you don't come, I... I really can't hold on any longer!"
(End of this chapter)
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