I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 915 I am very sorry about this

Mrs. Scheerer huddled together with a large group of dirty and sticky serfs, staring with wide eyes as she searched for a name on the papers.

No, I don't want to find that name.

Normally, if someone in a noble family like hers was killed in battle, the Military Committee would send someone to notify them.

But this time there were too many deaths and the officers were not enough, so she had to confirm it herself.

After reading the list of nobles, Mrs. Scherer's shoulders relaxed.

David without her.

She confirmed it again and then looked at her youngest son.

The latter shook his head to indicate that he had not seen his brother. She then hugged Lucas tightly, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

As long as her David is fine, it doesn't matter whether the damn war is won or lost, let His Majesty the Emperor worry about it.

Mrs. Scheerer walked past several village women who were sitting on the ground and crying, and walked quickly towards home with her youngest son: "We'd better leave this afternoon. This place is still too close to Vienna. I have to write a letter to your father and ask him to go to Pressburg with us."

After returning home, Mrs. Scheerer immediately ordered her servants to pack up, and the whole villa was in chaos.

The next morning, Mrs. Scherer was sorting her bookcases when Jocelyn walked in with two officers.

One of the lieutenants bowed slightly and took out his ID to show it: "This is Baron Scheerer's house. I am from the Military Commission's conscription team. I want to see Mr. Rab Lucas von Scheerer."

Mrs. Scherer hurried forward to return the greeting: "Gentlemen, what do you want to see my son for?

"Oh, you see, we are just about to move. Please excuse the poor hospitality."

The lieutenant placed a document on the table next to him:

"Mrs. Scheherer, by order of the Emperor, the Military Council is calling up your son. You know, we are going to have a decisive battle with the French.

"Yes, it's the 11th Infantry Regiment of the Royal German Legion, a very elite unit."

Mrs. Scheerer was stunned for a while before she said in a panic, "Well, can you wait for two days... By the way, my husband is a friend of Count Colombier..."

"I'm afraid that won't work." Another captain interrupted her in a cold tone, "It took us a lot of effort to find this place all the way from Vienna. Please sign here, Mr. Scheele."

Half an hour later, Mrs. Scherer watched in dismay as her youngest son followed two officers into the carriage and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.

"This way the two brothers can take care of each other." She whispered to comfort herself.

The next day.

Mrs. Scheerer decided to return to Vienna - her sons had been called up and there was no point in hiding anywhere else, so she simply went to find her husband.

But just as she was about to go out, she saw Baron Scherer staggering in.

She hurriedly greeted him: "Dear, why are you back?"

Mr. Scherer looked so haggard that his eyes were sunken, and it was obvious that he had not slept for a long time.

He went forward and hugged his wife tightly, and suddenly burst into tears: "David, David..."

Mrs. Scherer's heart skipped a beat. She pulled her husband away and asked anxiously, "What happened to David?"

"He was hit by a cannon at Molveno..."

Mrs. Scheerer suddenly felt dizzy and shook her husband like a madman, shouting at him.

It took her a long time to finally understand that the list of her eldest son's casualties had been sent to their home in Vienna.

He has been dead for more than 20 days.

There wasn't even a complete corpse.

Baron Scherer wiped his tears, turned around and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where's Lucas?"

The male servant beside him whispered, "Master, the young master was drafted into the army yesterday."

"What did you say?" Baron Scherer's eyes suddenly filled with bloodshot and he roared, "No! I must bring him back!

"Stop crying and come back to Vienna with me!"...

Vienna.

Schönbrunn Palace.

Franz II stared at Lord Canning, the British interim foreign minister, and said in a deep voice:

“There will always be winners and losers in war, it doesn’t matter.

"I have issued a national mobilization order, and soon we will have new troops. By the way, Archduke Karl also brought back 5 soldiers.

"As long as your troops reach Goz, we can launch a counterattack at any time!"

Canning just shook his head calmly:

"Your Majesty, the parliament has decided not to intervene in any land battles until the navy has gained complete superiority."

Franz II's face flushed, and after a long while he pressed the armrest of his chair and said, "Well, I need military funds, 100 million pounds. I will never accept failure!"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but Parliament cannot pass a bill for large-scale aid until a new Prime Minister takes office."

Canning was just making up an excuse.

One of the important reasons why Pitt the Younger's government stepped down was that a large amount of military aid was lost, putting the British finances into a difficult situation.

How dare the new government continue to spend money lavishly?
The current British strategy is to invest all funds in warship manufacturing.

Moreover, the Marquis of Wellesley has already landed in Portugal, and a lot of military expenditure must have been consumed there.

Baron Turgut on the side interrupted: “Your Excellency, perhaps we can try to get Russia to join the anti-French alliance.

"Your country has a huge influence on Russia. His Majesty the Tsar will certainly seriously consider your suggestions."

He turned his head to look at Francis II, and then continued: "Our country can give up some of Wallachia's interests and promise to assist Russia in dealing with the Ottoman Empire after defeating France."

Canning glanced at him oddly. "Don't you know about that?"

"What's the matter?"

"The Tsar has decided to form a marriage alliance with France," Canning said with a sigh. "The marriage agreement between the two countries should have been signed last month. The engagement will probably be announced soon."

Well, royal marriages in this era require signing an agreement, with a lot of political benefits exchanged, and then the normal marriage process.

Franz II felt his back go weak and he almost collapsed in his chair.

The Russian army was his last hope.

I didn't expect the French to have made plans in advance...

He suddenly jumped up, pointed at the British and shouted without caring about his image:

“When you said you could easily defeat the French, you were the one who advocated declaring war on France!
"Now you can't just throw away all your responsibilities like that!"

Lord Canning simply bowed slightly. "I am very sorry about this, Your Majesty. Personally, I will always firmly support you and Austria."

After the British left, Francis II immediately summoned all his ministers to discuss the possibility of continuing to recruit troops to resist France.

At this moment, there was a huge noise outside Schönbrunn Palace, which obviously came from thousands of people.

Soon, Franz II heard what those people were shouting.

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire immediately!"

"Baron Turgut resigns!"

"End the mobilization order!"

"Cancel the special war tax!"

(End of this chapter)