I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 759: Fighting alongside the Crown Prince (Double-time period, asking for monthly tickets)
According to Joseph's original plan, Lefebvre was to lead his troops to fight a decisive battle with Prince Coburg's main force south of the town of Uccle.

He and Lefebvre and others believed that the Austrian army would be unprepared, but they could certainly implement basic marching regulations and external warnings.

Who knew that Prince Coburg was so confident of his huge military advantage that he didn't care about these things at all.

The result was that Lefebvre defeated the group as quickly as if he had attacked a group of people on a picnic.

Joseph put the cup he had just received on the table and asked the officer who came to report the situation: "Where is General Lefebvre now?"

"The general should have arrived near the town of Mavni by now, Your Highness."

Joseph stood up and waved to Csode: "Let's go, we will go to Mavni town immediately."

The latter was immediately shocked and tried to stop him, saying, "Your Highness, it will be dark soon. Let's go tomorrow..."

Joseph pushed his hand away and motioned for Emand to fetch his coat: "My dear Captain of the Guard, this is a military mission. Please gather the guards and set off as soon as possible."

The reason he took the risk of staying in Wavre was to boost the morale of the soldiers.

You know, Wavre is only 9 kilometers away from the place where Lefebvre defeated Prince Coburg, which is completely within the front line.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not afraid of danger and goes to the front line with everyone. How can the soldiers not be in high spirits and full of fighting spirit?

If Francis II could have come to the Southern Netherlands to supervise the battle, even if the Austrian army could not defeat the French army, they would definitely have gritted their teeth and held out for ten days or half a month in front of His Majesty the Emperor, instead of being completely defeated in one afternoon.

Joseph has already taken the necessary risks, and now he just needs to maximize the results.

7 pm.

Southwest of the town of Mavrgne.

In the temporary camp of the French army led by Lefebvre, the soldiers had finished dinner and were spreading their blankets in the moonlight, preparing to rest.

At this moment, a short bugle call sounded in the camp, and then the company commanders received the order and began to excitedly urge everyone to light torches.

More than ten minutes later, the entire camp was lit up.

The wounded battalion was the first to see the Crown Prince's ceremonial flag, and the wounded soldiers excitedly stood up and looked behind the flag.

The man in the straight white cavalry officer's uniform and with a handsome and youthful face is none other than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

"Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

A soldier with a wounded arm stood at attention excitedly, puffed out his chest and shouted.

Immediately the whole camp was filled with excited and proud shouts, "Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Your Highness is still here to see us at this late hour."

"It's really His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who has come!"

"In the name of the Crown Prince!"

They had indeed heard that the Dauphin was commanding the rear army in Wavre, but they were deeply moved to see His Highness coming to visit them with their own eyes.

It turns out that His Highness has been fighting alongside me all along.

My injuries were not in vain, no, these scars are all supreme glory!

Joseph quickly signaled everyone to lie back on the stretcher, and then extended his hand to the soldier closest to him. The soldier didn't quite understand, and while he was in a daze, he found that the prince took his hand and shook it hard.

He felt the warmth coming from his palm, and his nose suddenly felt sore: "Your Highness..."

"France thanks you for your bravery and dedication!" Joseph shook his hand again and said in a gentle tone, "I hope you can recover soon."

"Yes, Your Highness!" The wounded man stood at attention, too excited to speak, "I, you..."

Joseph nodded, patted his arm to show that he understood what he meant, and helped him sit back on the stretcher.

He then walked to the next wounded man and shook his hand vigorously.

In this era when nobles and commoners were clearly distinguished, ordinary soldiers had never experienced or even heard of such a thing. After the crown prince shook hands with them, they simply felt that their wounds were not as painful as before.

After shaking hands with all the wounded, Joseph gave a brief speech and then went to the next camp to comfort the soldiers of the infantry regiment.

Soon, the whole camp became excited, and the soldiers shouted "Long live His Royal Highness the Crown Prince" as if it were a festival...

It was not until late at night that Joseph showed himself to tens of thousands of soldiers, and then he returned tiredly to Lefebvre's officers' tent.

Lefebvre also seemed very excited. He asked his attendants to bring wine to the prince. This was a military supply that every soldier had. Tea was a luxury in the army. He then stood at attention and said, "Your Highness, although the soldiers are very tired, I think the morale of the Radetzky Corps should be even lower. As long as we launch an attack tomorrow, we can quickly capture the town of Mavrgne."

He just saw the soldiers clamoring for a fight. Their morale was so high that they didn't look like they had been marching rapidly or fighting for most of the day.

Let alone tomorrow, even if we let them attack the town of Mavrnie now, they would probably be able to take it down immediately.

Joseph looked at the map and waved his hand, saying, "We can eliminate these 6 people of Radetzky at any time, but it is better to keep them now."

Lefebvre understood immediately: "You mean, Josias might send someone to rescue him, and we can ambush the reinforcements?"

"That's right." Joseph nodded. "In fact, what I'm most worried about is that he will run back to Brussels."

Lefebvre was stunned: "Your Highness, if he goes back, it doesn't seem to have any impact..."

Joseph smiled at him and said, "It will affect our capture of Brussels."

Lefebvre felt a little dizzy. He originally thought that defeating Prince Coburg's troops and ensuring the safety of Wallonia would be the best situation, but he did not expect that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already set his sights on Flemish.

Most of Brussels belongs to the Flemish region, with only a little bit in the south belonging to the Walloon region.

Lefebvre hesitated and said, "Your Highness, the Southern Netherlands Front is mainly responsible for strategic defense. Is this a large-scale active attack..."

Joseph smiled and said, "If we defeat the enemy and make them unable to attack, then our defensive goal will be absolutely safe."

Attacking Brussels was not in his original plan, but this time he unexpectedly defeated the main force of Prince Coburg quickly, and now a rare opportunity has appeared in the Southern Netherlands. This gave him a new idea.

There are no Austrians in Brussels anymore, only Davidovich's 2 Dutch corps. Well, maybe not so many now, after all, they were routed once this afternoon by 5 cavalry companies.

Joseph was well aware of the combat effectiveness of the Dutch army, which was definitely at the bottom level in Europe.

In other words, Brussels' defenses were unprecedentedly weak at this time.

When the old armies such as the Artois Army and the Rethel Army arrived in Wavre, he would have 2 soldiers in his hands, and it would be very likely that he would capture Brussels!

(End of this chapter)