Capítulo 1358: Chapter 1264: The King of England’s Palace
30 kiloters south of Hanover, Hildesheim.
Listening to the soldiers singing the “Marching Song,” Jiaya’er excitedly turned to Lefevre and said, “In the past few years, the British in the Netherlands were truly arrogant, and once, I was almost hit by a cannonball.”
“At that ti, I told those British on the other side, ‘Hey, you bastards, I will burn your King’s palace’… uh, forgive my rudeness.
“I didn’t expect my wish would co true so soon, haha.”
Well, before George I beca King of England, he lived in the Lainer Palace in Hanover. So calling it the King’s palace isn’t wrong.
Lefevre calmly said, “You are too easily satisfied.”
Jiaya’er grinned and said, “Satisfied? Of course, otherwise could we go and burn St. Jas’s Palace?”
“You can totally make such a wish.” Lefevre glanced westward, “Our Crown Prince has ambitions beyond your imagination.
“Oh, sorry, I forgot you belong to the Wallon Local Army, so you might not participate in the cross-sea operation.”
Jiaya’er felt a rush of hot blood, quickly pulling him and pleading, “You must find a way to transfer to the expeditionary force by then. We are the best of friends, aren’t we?”
Lefevre nodded with a smile, “I’ll try. If you can get a dal in Hanover this ti, I think the chances will be greater.”
“Alright, let take charge of the main assault then!”
Jiaya’er was patting his chest when a military doctor rode up from behind, bowed slightly to them, and handed a small paper package to the attendant next to them: “This is potassium iodide, let the General take a tenth every day. Co back to when it runs out.”
Lefevre suspiciously looked at the white powder in the paper package: “Mr. Faruo, what is this dicine for? I don’t rember being sick.”
The military doctor leaned in a bit and whispered, “It is for treating lead poisoning. Uh, haven’t you noticed the recent supplies have no tin cans?”
“Poisoning?”
“Don’t worry, General, it’s just a small issue. So soldiers experienced headaches and fatigue a few months ago, and we couldn’t find the cause until the Crown Prince found it when eating canned food.”
Joseph never could have imagined that in this era, to make tin plating on iron easier, they would add a lot of lead to the tin—this significantly lowers the lting point of tin.
He hadn’t eaten much canned food before, until he was defending Karlsruhe with the Grenadier Battalion and noticed a lead-black mark on his fingers when opening a can, only then realizing there was a problem.
He imdiately ordered all tin cans to be replaced and had Lavoisier urgently synthesize a batch of potassium iodide—he rembered reading sowhere that this substance promotes lead excretion.
Fortunately, the soldiers hadn’t been consuming canned food for too long, so the impact on their health was very minimal.
Recently, harvesting seaweed along the French coast has beco a hot industry. Currently, the fastest way to obtain iodine is by burning seaweed, while over 200,000 French troops on the front lines are waiting to receive potassium iodide.
The next morning at nine o’clock, Jiaya’er personally led 5,000 Wallon soldiers in a fierce attack on Hanover City.
But the enemy’s complete resistance he expected did not occur. Before lunchti, he was already standing in the luxurious Lainer Palace.
Yes, the defense in Hanover City was only over 600 people, most of whom were temporarily assembled. When the French Army’s cannons fired, they turned and fled.
Jiaya’er, feeling a bit disappointed, said to Lefevre beside him, “Do you think I’ll get a dal this ti?”
The latter awkwardly shook his head, “Ah, I’m afraid it won’t be easy…”
Today’s battle is more like an ard walk rather than a fight, as most soldiers still have full ammunition. How can dals be awarded in such a case?
“Damn…” While Jiaya’er was speaking, he glanced through the large floor-to-ceiling window and saw the statue of George I in the square.
He imdiately irritably pointed out the window and ordered his attendant, “Boss, have soone dismantle that thing, no, just blast it with a cannon!”
He then turned to the Order Officer behind him, “Order the soldiers to finish their lunch as soon as possible. We will depart for Ferden at two o’clock in the afternoon, hoping to capture Carl Louis.”
His hope of getting a dal now rests on capturing the Governor of Hanover, who is also George III’s brother-in-law.
Lefevre hurriedly stopped him, “Don’t be impulsive, the soldiers need rest right now. As for Carl Louis, I’ve already sent hussars to pursue him. But you’d better not get your hopes up too much.”
Jiaya’er sighed, preparing to improve the city’s security. Suddenly, he saw a Major officer rushing over, shouting, “General, we’ve found a hidden compartnt in the palace study with many of the Governor of Hanover’s personal letters.”
Jiaya’er’s interest was piqued. He took a letter from the wooden box held by a soldier beside him and opened it: “‘The congress has decided to start the war, you must complete troop assembly quickly…’ Hmm, it’s from the Duke of York.”
He picked another: “It’s about William III giving him a loan. Lucky guy, he probably won’t need to repay it.
“Ha, look at this, Carl’s mistress complaining that he’s been fooling around with Countess Rombley lately…”
Lefevre also ca over and joined in the letter-opening.
Even war-renowned generals cannot resist the allure of gossip.
However, when he opened a sowhat thick letter, his expression beca serious imdiately. He read softly, “… I’ve confird from Count Zubov that the young Crown Prince probably killed his father with his own hands. Thank you very much for your previous suggestion, those Russian nobles indeed had thoughts of a coup long ago, just lacking a concrete plan… I’ve attached detailed information about this matter at the back of the letter, please see if there’s anything useful, so I can do so preparation before the Foreign Minister cos to Saint Petersburg…”
Jiaya’er widened his eyes, “Who wrote this?”
“The British envoy to Russia, Charles Whitworth,” Lefevre answered casually, quickly extracting the pages at the back, and soon his eyes lit up, “We’ve found sothing incredible, enough to get you a dal…”
…
Central Germany, Coburg.
Two Thuringian farrs lay on the roof, nervously watching the endless line on the road in the distance, whispering, “I rember they were heading west yesterday afternoon, how co they’re going east today?”
“Idiot, didn’t you see the gold trim on their collars and cuffs yesterday? They’re not the sa group.”
“Hey, look, don’t those people have gold trim on their collars?”
The older farr was also a bit confused, “I don’t know either. Listen, they’re singing, it doesn’t sound like German…”
“I know, it’s French. I often hear Mr. Prossno speaking French to others, it’s that tune.”
Yes, in front of them was the French Royal Second Group Army led by Surt.
Yesterday morning, the Allied Army Milius Corps returned from their way to reinforce Berlin and unexpectedly encountered Surt west of Coburg.
Before the Austrian Army could react, Surt had already sent soone to occupy a strategically important high ground, while the leaping soldiers on the right wing quickly completed their maneuver.
When the Austrian Army soldiers saw the light blue hot air balloons rising on the horizon, they almost simultaneously heard cannons firing in three directions around them.
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