I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 838 Frontline
Joseph nodded, held the girl's slender fingers, said goodbye again, and then turned and got into the carriage.

Emmanuel signaled to the guards to set off, and Camelia and several maids then trotted over from a distance carrying the Crown Prince's suitcase, cooking utensils and other items - all of which she had brought from Paris earlier.

Joseph watched the maid stuff the things into the carriage at the back and hesitated for a moment, but then he saw the doctor walk lightly to the carriage and winked at her: "During this time, His Highness will be in your care."

"Well, please rest assured. I will make your life just like in the Palace of Versailles." The maid nodded seriously and hugged Perna. "I hope the war will end soon so that everyone can return to the Palace of Versailles."

Just as the carriage began to move, a rapid "thump" sound was heard on the road to the north. A carriage came quickly and was then stopped by a team of the Crown Prince's guards.

Fouché got out of the car first, followed by Sander, who looked nervous.

The two men came before Joseph, and the intelligence chief saluted first and said, "Your Highness, I brought Mr. Sandel here. We arrived in Brussels at noon, and then we learned that you had already set out."

Sander also stepped forward and bowed: "Your Highness, the Crown Prince..."

Joseph glanced at the marching column that had already walked a long way and motioned to the two of them: "Get in the car, we'll talk while we walk."

The guards raised the Crown Prince's flag that fluttered in the wind and escorted the convoy to start again.

In Joseph's carriage, Sandel put his hands on his chest and said to Joseph earnestly and eagerly: "Your Highness, please believe me. I didn't take a penny from Bolton, and I didn't reveal anything to him. I swear!
“I did not report this to the intelligence agency, which was my mistake.

"But you know, I'm from Birmingham. The Intelligence Agency will probably investigate me because I've been in contact with a fellow countryman with ill intentions. That will seriously affect my research and development work..."

Joseph smiled and pointed to the desserts on the wooden table: "Don't be nervous, try these maple apple pies, they are made by Her Majesty the Queen's royal pastry chef, you should like them.

"I have always trusted you, as sailors trust their compasses. I did not ask you to come here to question you..."

Sanders breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly, "Your trust is more important to me than air. Oh, if that damn profiteer comes to me again, I will tie him up and send him to the Intelligence Bureau!"

Joseph smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, in fact, I need you to contact Mr. Bolton as soon as possible."

"Ah? Contact?"

"That's right. You have to gain his trust." Joseph pointed to the dessert again, "You really don't want some? Just consider it a favor for me. Her Majesty the Queen has sent too much.

"If necessary, you can even reveal some unimportant technologies to Bolton. Then, you have to go to England, and Mr. Fouché will send someone to cooperate with you. You have to do this..."

When Joseph finished speaking, Sander, who was holding the apple pie, had already widened his eyes: "Your Highness, this, this is okay?"

"Of course." Joseph leaned forward. "When you come back, I will personally help you propose to Count Xavier."

An hour later, Sander and Fouché got off the train and returned directly to France.

……

Because there were many old troops in the team, Lefebvre's Corps did not march very fast.

Joseph's convoy caught up with the vanguard from the rear guard and finally arrived at the Ardennes Plateau one day earlier than the main force.

Just after passing the city of Bastogne, Joseph could already hear the occasional rumble of artillery fire from the east.

The convoy then encountered the guard cavalry of Massena's Legion.

Ardennes Plateau.

At the French headquarters in Wirtz, Massena heard the ranger's report and exclaimed, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is coming to the front?!
"God, how can we do this? It's too dangerous. There are nearly 100,000 enemy troops around us!"

But when the ranger told him that the prince was almost at Wincelles, Massena turned around and looked at the map again. After a moment, he told Saint-Hilaire, "You personally lead the cavalry battalion and push Grosby's enemy 1 kilometer south at all costs. Their artillery may be able to hit Eschdorf's position."

"Yes, Commander."

"Wait, send more troops to Wilscheid as well. Be careful that Ferdinand suddenly launches an attack from there..."

After Massena made some arrangements for the defense line, he immediately rushed to Eschdorf, which was the core of the French defense line in the south of the Ardennes Plateau and the position that the Crown Prince was going to inspect.

……

Behind a breastwork 3 kilometers southeast of Eschdorf, infantryman Aurore, holding his percussion rifle, leaned over and glanced at the Prussian army.

It's very quiet, but we can't let our guard down. After all, the intervals between the enemy's attacks have been getting shorter and shorter in the past few days.

He pulled at his collar to block the wet, cold wind.

Although it is only early winter, the lowest temperature in Luxembourg has already dropped below zero because Europe has not yet emerged from the impact of extreme climate.

"I wonder how long we have to stay in this damn place?" Orolha complained to the soldiers beside him, "The company commander said earlier that we are here to beat up the Prussian-Austrian coalition and win military merits..."

His fellow villager Andre spat out the grass in his mouth and echoed: "In the end, we were surrounded and beaten for more than half a month!"

"My sister wrote to me a few days ago and asked me how many Germans I had killed..."

"Why, if only we were in the 2nd Infantry Regiment. I heard they won a great battle at Neuburg and wiped out at least three Thuringian regiments."

"I heard there were five..."

"Ah - I've had enough. I don't want to stay here any longer!"

"Me too……"

"What are you yelling about?" A sergeant came over and glared at a few people. "Have you checked the guns and ammunition?"

The soldiers stood at attention and said, "Yes, sir, we have checked it several times!"

"We just want to launch an attack on the enemy."

"Yes, that way we can gain more military merits..."

"Don't be impatient, we're about to counterattack." Although the sergeant said this, he didn't have the confidence in his heart.

He suddenly remembered something and smiled, "Oh, by the way, Miss Delvaux's Party is coming to our camp today. The people from the seventh camp said yesterday that they made beef stew with mashed potatoes."

The soldiers cheered when they heard this.

The only thing that makes them happy on this gloomy plateau is the improvement of their food every five days.

The so-called "Miss Delvaux's Banquet" is the "Flying Kitchen" invented by Camelia, but the soldiers gave it a more intimate and caring name.

Due to the insufficient number of field dining trucks, each battalion had to wait five days before a dining truck could serve them.

But even at this frequency, it was able to instantly restore the morale loss caused by the adverse weather and enemy siege.

(End of this chapter)