I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 710: The Russian God of War Strikes Back

The band playing around suddenly stopped.

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

Suvorov waved his hand to disperse the guards in fancy clothes who were holding the welcoming ceremony, and said unhappily to Tormasov beside him: "These guys have no idea how important time is to the Poles.

"Their king is willing to lie and offend His Majesty the Tsar to buy time for his country. Look, my generals are using such precious time for some ceremony.

"Ha! I bet that during the more than one month when our army stopped attacking, the Polish positions opposite us added several thousand soldiers."

He was just complaining casually, but he hit the nail on the head inadvertently.

Stanisław II delayed the war with armistice negotiations for a full 24 days, after which Catherine II ordered the Polish-Russian front to resume fighting.

Her order was delivered to Smolensk seven days later, and Suvorov took another four days to reach Minsk.

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

Just two days ago, two newly trained infantry regiments in Warsaw, totaling 2 people, arrived in Minsk, and another two new regiments will arrive here in four days. Along with them came six brand new cannons.

In addition, the Polish soldiers in Minsk had rested for more than a month and had basically recovered their energy and spirits.

The entire Minsk defense line has been stabilized again.

Tormasov thought for a moment and suggested, "Marshal, perhaps we can tell the Poles that their king intends to surrender, in order to undermine their morale."

"Well, you can try it."

Suvorov nodded, glanced at the command post decorated with ribbons, and signaled his attendants to bring the horses over: "Have them all dismantled. I'll go to the front line 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 Tormasov: "I have to admit that the Polish soldiers are very tenacious."

"Yes, Lord Marshal."

"Korezhnikov's previous tactical arrangement was too rigid." Suvorov signaled the staff to unfold the map. "We have an advantage in manpower. Such a strong attack can indeed break through the Polish defense line, but it will take a lot of time."

He recalled the battlefield situation and ordered: "Narrow the attack area and concentrate the entire army on attacking Yushino Village in the south.

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

Tormasov was surprised and said: "Marshal, Novogrudok is full of dense forests, and it is almost impossible to get supplies..."

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

Suvorov smiled and said: “It doesn’t matter, as long as the Poles believe that I intend to attack Drosicyn.

"The majority of Gumilyov's army consists of serfs, who are poorly equipped and can't do much here. But when they withdraw, the Poles will be forced to divide their forces to deal with them.

"This is the rational use of superior military forces."

He listened to the rumbling of artillery in the distance and jumped on his horse. "It is estimated that in a week at most, the Polish troops will gather in the direction of Yushino Village. Then we will immediately turn to the north. Oh, now we can set up artillery positions on the northern front in advance."

"Yes, Marshal."

……

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

Behind the breastwork, Czeslaw looked at the retreating Russian army, 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 the King 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 knows that we are at war with Russia!"

His words immediately drew a burst of laughter. Yes, now Stanislaw II is seen by the people as a clown who knows nothing. No one really takes his behavior seriously.

The tall brown-haired soldier next to him shouted, "His Royal Highness is still commanding the battle in Mozyr. No one will surrender!"

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

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

"really?"

"Haha, great!"

"The Russians are in trouble now!"

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

Vanya winked at him: "He is just having a tryst with his old lover. Ah, let me think, was he driven back by his Russian rival last time?"

The soldiers laughed even harder.

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

Warnia showed a vulgar expression: "How do you know about His Majesty's special taste?"

Next to him, the old soldier put his hands on his abdomen and made a lifting motion: "I think she should have drooped to here, right?"

The soldiers laughed again. "Oh, your Majesty is so brave!"

"God, I can't stand this..."

"I hope our Majesty won't be beaten by his little rival this time."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Suvorov never expected that the news of "the king's surrender" would help Polish soldiers liven up the atmosphere and relax their nerves during breaks in 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 western sky with worry.

That's the direction of Poland...

Paris.

In the room on the second floor of the Palace of Versailles, Perna tucked in the corners of the quilt for Camelia, who was sleeping soundly with a frown on her face. She turned around and shook her head gently at the Crown Prince, whispering, "Your Highness, she is still running a fever. We have tried all kinds of methods, and the dosage of BDP has been doubled, but none of them worked."

"BDP" is the abbreviation of "Blessing of the Crown Prince" - the most effective antipyretic medicine currently available.

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

Joseph's expression became solemn. The maid had been running a fever 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 even weaker."

Joseph frowned and said, "She may have an infection in her lungs."

The water of the Seine River is very dirty and it can easily cause infection if it goes directly into the lungs.

"Infection?" Perna asked. "Like a wound festering?"

"Similar. It's all bacteria that are attacking the body."

"Then, should we fill her lungs with alcohol?" Perna had extensive experience in treating wounds on the battlefield with 75% alcohol.

(End of this chapter)