My British Empire

  Chapter 469 Reinforcements from England

  After a battle, the situation in the whole of France suddenly changed. The Protestant Alliance, 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 Protestantism 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, the Protestant army is the same as before, besieged in Orleans, and the offense and defense are changing.

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

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

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

  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, thus allowing the Catholic Allies to steal a loophole and cooperate internally and externally to break down his camp in one fell swoop.

  It was 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's face turned blue, and his arms on the city wall were trembling. It was obvious that he was out of breath.

   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 already pacified the Normandy area. I think it won't be long before the British army will come to support them. We just need to stick to Orleans!"

   "For now, that's the only way to go! 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 it!"

   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 couldn't compare to me!"

  “Once, I defeated the Spaniard, but he was often defeated, ridiculed, unable to hold his head up.

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

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

   To this, the Duke of Vendôme had a look of approval on his face, but he didn’t quite agree in his heart. If it’s not as expected, it’s probably because he was jealous 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.

  As the commander of the reinforcements, Baron George was in charge of 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 the purchase from Britain and France, in addition to the 1,000 cavalry, the other 2,000 infantry who went to support this time 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 in a long-distance raid, this painful feeling 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 French strength is our main goal, you have to play by ear! "

  So, Baron George felt that, given the current dominance of the Protestant coalition forces in France, he would just hang around in the past and try to consume the strength of the Protestants!

   Just as he was thinking about everything, a scout came on his horse in a hurry. When he saw him, his eyes lit up, 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 must not have a leisurely fantasy life, and it was shattered.

   In this regard, he called the messenger and ordered everyone to change the route and march.

   You can’t pass through Paris directly, it’s better 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, the 3,000-year-old army came to 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 difficult to get out.

  He didn't want the 3,000 people under his command 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!"

  Prince Condé heard that the English reinforcements were coming, and immediately put down the bread in his hand, very 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 joyful Prince Condé, the Duke of Guise had a solemn expression on his face.

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