On an autumn afternoon, the bright sunshine shines on the uncovered fields. The dazzling halo and the sultry air vaguely evoke people's memory of summer. Near the Stadium in the Western Suburbs of Amiens, the withered wheat fields are full of charred craters. The bodies of British riders and war horses have not been cleaned up. The shocking scene also contains the remains of hundreds of dead people, a bleak and bleak scene that cannot be watched directly.

Shortly after the elite British cavalry were slaughtered, British infantry of about two regiments rushed towards the German airport and heavy artillery positions in a fierce manner. Although the infantry's strong pushing ability was better than that of the cavalry, when they advanced to the western suburbs of Amiens, they lost the possibility of gunboat support. The number of field artillery equipped by their own troops was small, slow to move, and their range and power were not enough to compete with German trains and artillery. In the face of the unprecedentedly powerful three-dimensional defense of the German Marine Force, except for the extra German firepower points in the battle, the sacrifice of British infantry failed to exchange for any breakthrough.

With a crisp roar, a gray-painted Hubert-e-type attack aircraft landed smoothly. The plane was still gliding, and the bomb dropper and machine gunner in the back seat made a victory gesture to his companion on the ground. After the plane was stable, the guy couldn't wait to climb out of the cockpit and shouted excitedly: "The British are retreating! We kicked them hard!"

Xia Shu and Colonel Von Lipseye stood not far away. When they heard the news, their facial expressions were like the breeze blowing through the lake, with only faint ripples. This was not only due to cultivation and character, but also the calmness of controlling the situation. From the eve of the past, the British Expeditionary Force, which landed in Abweil, had launched five attacks in Amiens. Feifan failed to conquer the German defense line, but instead suffered losses and his morale was greatly declining. The situation on the Western Front could not tolerate them to continue to waste hard with the German defenders. This British army with considerable strength and sharp combat power had already fallen into a dilemma of advancing and retreating.

"Hey, Ludwick!"

The colonel waved to the pilot in the front seat of the cockpit of the plane. Compared to his somewhat overly excited companion, the gentle young pilot seemed to be both calm and calm. He calmly stepped off the plane on the wings, walked up to Colonel Lipsey and Natsuki with his head held high, took off his pair of flying gloves of high quality, and saluted them generously and appropriately.

"Your Highness, this is Lieutenant Ludwig von Jeannart, our number one flying ace." Colonel Lipsey introduced to Natsuki.

"We've met once." Xia Shu shook hands with the young pilot who was half a head taller than him and was slightly thin, saying, "Ludwick was the third winner in the Hamburg International Flight Race last year."

"The Colonel was the champion of that competition, but in fact he was the number one ace here." The second lieutenant said modestly.

"Those who can fly are considered trump cards," Colonel Lipsey replied. "I have not performed a combat mission since the war started."

"The commander has the responsibility of a commander, and only responsible men deserve respect." Natsuki said this sentence almost without thinking, but when he came to his senses, he found that this sentence seemed to remind himself that when he realized his ambitions one by one in war and continued to gain the glory respected by the world, on the other side of the English Channel, there was a woman who was deeply involved in conflicts and entanglements because she fell in love with him.

"Your Highness, the British troops are retreating to the west north." Lieutenant Von Geinnat said to Natsuki in a rational tone. "It seems to be in a state of panic and chaotic, but it is in order. I think their morale has not been defeated."

Because he remembered Charlotte, Xia Shu was a little distracted, but he still heard the meaning expressed by the lieutenant and commented more objectively: "That is a completely professional army, just like the ancient Roman legion more than a thousand years ago. They are more disciplined, obedient, tough, brave, tenacious and difficult to deal with than ordinary army."

Colonel Lipseye took over the conversation: "Fortunately, we are the absolute advantage of aviation. Before dark, we can firmly grasp the whereabouts of the British team."

"And constantly attacking them with bombs and machine guns," the lieutenant added. "In most cases, dropping bombs is more lethal and deterrent than machine gun strafing, and is particularly effective against cavalry."

Bombs have the power of bombs, and machine guns have the function of machine guns. Before rockets and guided weapons appeared, they were always the double fists of the aviation force, without having to distinguish between the superiors and inferiors. However, Natsuki did not deny the second lieutenant's view, but instead portrayed the future battlefield with the perspective of historical development: "When aviation technology develops for more than ten or twenty years, the aircraft force alone can defeat a ground force, and the air competition will be dozens of times more intense than today."

As the three were talking, two gray convertible cars drove from the city of Amiens. A few minutes later, the burly Brigadier General William Grientz stood in front of Xia Shu and said in his loud and cheerful voice: "Excellent, Your Highness, you only used four battalions to repel the British cavalry and the two infantry attacks. It turns out that you are not only a genius war god who controls naval battles, but also a commander who is a shore."

Xia Shu and Grienz are old acquaintances. Although they are about twenty years apart, their tone of conversation is like their peer friend Xia Shu admires Grienz's ability and are very satisfied with his personality. Therefore, he was chosen to serve as the commander of the 3rd Marine Brigade among the three candidates. Grienz admires Xia Shu's talent and admires his incredible strategies and is proud of them.

"You didn't come here to congratulate us, are you?" Xia Shu quipped.

Grientz did not keep it in hiding, so he asked the adjutant to take out a piece of paper from his briefcase and present it to Xia Shu.

"This is a secret telegram just sent by the 2nd Legion Command."

Before reading the telegram, Xia Shu had a rough guess in her mind. After a glance, her premonition was fulfilled: General Bilo had ordered two infantry divisions that had been rested to gather in Namur and Mons in Belgium to board the train, and would arrive in Amiens the next morning at the latest. Even if more British troops landed in Abveer, they would have few chances to seize Amiens.

After carefully reading the content of the telegram for the second time, Natsuki asked Brigadier General Grientz: "What suggestions do you have?"

Grientz replied with naval humor: "If the British want to enter Amiens, they may have to wait until the war is over and they should be travelers."

Xia Shu showed a knowing smile, and after chatting with Colonel Lipseye for a long time, he never had such a relaxed expression on his face.

Grientz is not only good at joking, but his next words are tangent in the Natsuki's combat considerations.

"But now there is a question, if the British withdraw from the Amiens front, where would they go."

Natsuki immediately replied: "In fact, they are retreating in the direction of the sea."

Although Grientz had not received this fresh first-hand news, he was not surprised. He put his hands on his hips and thought for a while: "Are they going to withdraw from Britain? Or retreat to a coastal position protected by warships?"

The following topic seemed to have nothing to do with the Navy Aviation Force, but Natsuki still invited Colonel Lipsey, Lieutenant Grientz to have a cup of coffee.

After drinking the first sip of rich and mellow coffee, Natsuki said: "If I were the British commander, I would never give up the attack at this time. The Western Front War has developed to a crucial stage. We are the one who has the advantage and the initiative, so if you can sit here and drink a cup of coffee quietly, France and Britain are facing the risk of losing this war. Only by trying their best can you turn the situation around."

"That's right." Grienz responded, "maybe they retreated just to let us relax our guards and wait until it's dark before turning around and giving us a sudden attack."

"There is a possibility, but it is very slim." Natsuki paused, "I speculate that the British commander would march towards Paris."

Colonel Lipsey and Lieutenant Gionnath were both surprised by Natsuki's inference. It was obvious that once this British Expeditionary Force arrived at the Paris front, the German Army and Navy forces that had just won the Oates River would be trapped in the joint and back attack of the Envoy team, and the situation might become very bad.

Grientz immediately responded: "This is also the question I have been considering on the way to prevent the British army from going to Paris. It is said that we have just defeated the British attack, which is the best time to launch a counterattack, but we have too few troops. Unless the British troops have lost the normal combat order, they can easily repel our counterattack."

Natsuki was happy to be able to resonate with Grienz. He said: "When you were on the road, we also discussed the possibility of launching a counterattack. According to our best ace pilot observation, the British team deliberately took a look in a mess to retreat to lure us to pursue."

Grientz snorted coldly to express his contempt for the British commander. From Amiens to the east was the front line of the Cluke army's tight defense. The British Expeditionary Force was mainly infantry and cavalry, lacking air support and ground artillery. If it hits one head, it will definitely be bloody. From Amiens to the west was the German transportation line leading to the Paris front line. The defense forces along the line were weak, so the British could temporarily cut it off, but this would not have a big impact on the German front line within a few days. Only by marching to the Oates River can you have an immediate effect.

Xia Shu continued: "By air reconnaissance, we estimate that this British army has a size of 25,000 to 30,000 people, and the cavalry accounts for one quarter. Apart from the casualties, injuries and a few captured by us, they still have at least 15,000 troops, and the cavalry is between 2,000 and 3,000. They must not use the railway line from Amiens to the Oates River. This distance is as fast as one day as one day as two days as one day, and we have enough time to find out their movements. If they really want to go to Paris, we will take their way."

The similar way of thinking allowed Grientz to quickly understand Natsuki's intention: "Attack Abveil?"
Chapter completed!