I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 833: Awakening and Taking Control of the World

Middelburg is an important city in the southwest of the Netherlands.

The news reached the city yesterday afternoon, and then the whole city fell silent in an instant.

All shops were closed, and there were almost no pedestrians on the streets. Occasionally, someone would pass by in a hurry, and they were all rushing to the countryside to take refuge.

Yesterday morning, the Dutch National Army in Middelburg only held out for two hours before being defeated by the French.

After the Duke of York led the coalition forces to Luxembourg, there were no longer any troops in the Netherlands capable of fighting the French army.

Lefebvre's Army marched northward as if it were an empty land, and basically occupied all the Dutch provinces south of the Waal River at a marching speed.

In Middelburg, no one knew what the occupying forces would do, and a thick layer of fear overwhelmed the coastal city like a flood.

Finally, when the sun passed its highest point again, the sound of military drums could be faintly heard from the east of the city.

Everyone immediately closed the doors and windows and nervously peeked out through the cracks in the doors.

Half an hour later, a team of cavalrymen in white uniforms and riding tall horses passed through the streets of the city center. The horses' hooves made a rhythmic "clacking" sound on the gravel road.

In a gray two-story building on the side of the road, a middle-aged woman looked at the golden iris flag and trembled as she said to her husband beside her: "I heard that these terrible guys have to eat frogs every day to replenish their magic power, so no one can defeat them..."

"Stupid woman," the man rolled his eyes at her, "Rather than this, you should worry about where we are going to get bread after the French robbed the granary in the city."

Soon, the French army disappeared from their sight, leaving only a notice on the wall and never appeared again.

The man came out of the house carefully, took a look at the notice, and looked at his neighbor for help: "Mr. Van Leeuwen, what does it say?"

The latter whispered: "The French said that they are only chasing the parliamentary troops that invaded France. They will not harm innocent people, nor will they rob or collect taxes."

Sure enough, the city remained very peaceful until nearly dark, when someone brought news that the French army had taken the police station's weapons and retreated.

The residents of Middleburg were relieved and felt like they had just had a nightmare.

The next day, shops on the street opened one after another, and except that the prices of food increased slightly, it seemed that nothing had happened.

The woman who had worried that the French army had magical powers was standing in line in front of the bakery, talking to the woman behind her: "Come to think of it, the French don't seem so scary after all."

"Yes, the French officer also gave my son a piece of maltose. God, I thought he would be killed at that time..."

The tall man in front of them sighed, "The French are really the symbol of civilization. Our parliament sent troops to follow the Austrians to invade Wallonia, but they were defeated miserably. Now the French soldiers are here, but they just posted a notice and left quietly."

Someone nodded in agreement: "Yes, the gentlemen of Amsterdam should be ashamed."

"Parliament should apologize to the French!"

The woman nodded in agreement, and then she heard a young girl passing by say, "Those two French soldiers are so handsome..."

The same situation happened in cities such as Breda, 's-Hertogenbosch, Nijmegen, etc., and the French army won unanimous praise from the Dutch.

At this time, the vanguard of the French army had crossed the Waal River and was heading towards Utrecht, the southern barrier of Amsterdam.

There were only less than 4 new soldiers hastily assembled by the Dutch Parliament. The outcome was already determined before the battle even began. Vianen is a small town 8 kilometers south of Utrecht.

The French army rented a lavender farm in the south of the town - the land was used to produce honey - and paid a rent of 1 francs, payable on the spot.

On the sofa on the second floor of the manor villa, Joseph rested his head on the smooth black stockings, sniffed the girl's soothing fragrance comfortably, closed his eyes lightly and enjoyed this rare relaxation.

Wrapped in black stockings were a pair of slender and firm legs, which were very elastic and more comfortable than the best latex pillow he had used in his previous life.

The owner of the beautiful legs was gently massaging both sides of his temples. Her slender fingers were like dancing elves, and every time they came into contact with his skin, they would bring a tingling sensation.

Joseph wanted to think about his future plans for the European continent in this comfortable environment, but the pair of soft little hands and the faint scent of orchid above him made it difficult for him to concentrate.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. No wonder people would say "When awake, one holds the power of the world; when drunk, one lies on the lap of a beauty." It turns out that only when one leaves the lap of a beauty can one think clearly about holding the power of the world.

After a moment, Camelia's gentle voice came from the side: "Your Highness, ah——"

Joseph closed his eyes and opened his mouth. A small piece of cashew nut cake fell into his mouth. Then there was the sound of the silver fork touching the porcelain plate, and then the "elf" jumped on his forehead again.

Good times are always short-lived. Joseph hadn't even finished a plate of cashew nut cakes when he heard Emman knocking on the door gently.

"Your Highness, according to your schedule, you will meet with Dutch Prime Minister Mr. Kemperen and others in 20 minutes."

Joseph opened his eyes reluctantly, not wanting to end this rare rest.

Camelia smiled sweetly, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, and said softly: "Your Highness, France needs you now."

Joseph exhaled and sat up. Camelia took his coat lightly and helped him put it on: "I'll wait for you to come back."

Half an hour later, in the drying yard of the lavender garden, Campelen and a group of senior Dutch politicians saluted Joseph respectfully, and then carefully sat down at the wooden table placed in the open air.

After a moment, Campbell saw that the French crown prince seemed to be admiring the lavender in the distance, and then glanced at the hundreds of French soldiers standing around with guns, swallowed his saliva, and spoke with difficulty:

"Your Majesty, regarding this war, the Parliament asks you to give our country a chance to end it with dignity."

As the French army prepared to cross the Waal River, the Dutch Parliament began to discuss surrender.

It is obvious that Ingpu and Ao have decided to give up on the Netherlands.

With the weak Dutch military, there was no possibility of stopping the French army. Surrender was their only option.

What Campbellen was most worried about now was that France would not accept surrender at all, because as long as the French army continued to advance, they could occupy Amsterdam in a week at most.

He was even prepared not to even meet the French Crown Prince. Fortunately, the Crown Prince gave him this opportunity.

Joseph nodded indifferently and raised his hand to signal Emmanuel.

The latter immediately took out a document and placed it in front of Campbellon, saying, "This is the armistice condition that Your Highness needs."

(End of this chapter)