My British Empire

  Chapter 473 The Death of the Duke of Guise

After the fall of the Duke of Guise, the Parisian businessman got off his horse vigorously, and then took off the thin layer of leather armor on his body with lightning speed under the dark light, and then casually grabbed it from the ground. With a handful of dirt, he painted his face black.

  As if nothing had happened, he picked up a rag and put it on his body, and then picked up a broken gun. He still looked like a businessman.

  In front, the fall of the Duke of Guise shocked the knights around him. Their faces were pale, and their legs, which were holding the horse's belly, were all slack.

   My God, this is absolutely impossible!

   This sentence flashed in the hearts of all the knights.

   Those who can follow the Duke of Guise are local nobles and young noble knights. Their knowledge is much better than those soldiers whose heads are full of excrement.

  The brains that are constantly active tell them that the Duke of Guise is the most powerful general in the Catholic League and the most prestigious natural leader. His departure has caused the entire Catholic League to lose almost half of its strength.

  Especially at this critical moment of seizing the city, it is the most dangerous.

   "Everyone stop!" The Duke of Vendôme on the side immediately got off his horse, checked the wound of the Duke of Guise, tried breathing through his nostrils, and looked at the expectant and flustered eyes gathered around him.

  He seemed to have not seen the wound on the Duke's neck and the blood that was bleeding all over the place, and said firmly and resolutely.

   "Immediately find a carriage. His Excellency was just overworked and passed out from the horse. Now he urgently needs to rest. You continue to attack and drive those heretics out of Orleans."

  As the King of Navarre and the Duke of Vendôme, Antoine immediately ordered without changing his face, and the aura of a superior came to his face.

   In this regard, the other knights and nobles took a look at the Duke of Guise who looked like a dead body, and remained motionless, even though they were very sure that the Duke was dead.

   But seeing the face of the Duke of Vendôme, they quickly adjusted, agreed immediately, and shut their mouths tightly under Antoine's scrutinizing gaze.

  The knights and nobles manipulated the horses tacitly, and according to the established plan, began to clear up the Huguenot soldiers who were still entrenched in the city.

  The dignified Duke of Vendome took the 'fainted' Duke of Guise to the original camp outside the city.

  Placing the Duke of Guise on the bed, the blood flowed down from his neck unstoppably, soaking the entire bed sheet and staining his beautiful silk clothes, it looked horrible.

  The Duke of Vendôme sat on the sidelines, watching the doctors of the army examine the Duke of Guise with a worried face, and sighed non-stop.

  The Duke of Vendôme glanced at the Duke of Guise, his face was sad, but his mind was churning non-stop.

  As the nominal deputy commander, after the death of the Duke of Guise, he can justifiably become the commander of the army. Coupled with the prestige of capturing the city of Orleans, the largest army of the Catholic League is in his hands.

   Moreover, he is also nominally the deputy regent of France, and his status is only under Queen Catherine.

  If you add the army, after the Huguenots are wiped out, becoming the helm of France is no longer a dream.

   "En—" regained consciousness, the Duke of Vendôme instructed the doctor with a look of concern.

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  The Catholic soldiers originally thought that after laying down the city gate and attacking Orleans, they might loot, burn, kill, rape/prostitution, and do whatever they want.

  Who would have thought that when they were about to be happy, the group of hateful Huguenot soldiers did not raise their hands to surrender, but instead used a large number of houses one by one to start counterattacking little by little.

   Either they shot a few shots and ran away, or dozens of them shot together, so that they shot more and less, which made their happy mood suddenly turn bad like eating shit.

  In this way, they no longer thought about being happy, and it was more important to eliminate the Huguenots first.

   In this way, the Catholic army that was able to advance slowly in the city of Orleans before stopped disturbing the people, and the resistance of ordinary citizens was much weaker.

   And they also concentrated their efforts to eliminate the Huguenots at once, and the speed of progress immediately accelerated.

  Prince Condé, who was commanding the city hall, frowned when he got the news that the Catholic soldiers were advancing rapidly.

  In His Excellency’s plan, after the city gate fell, soldiers were immediately organized to resist in turn relying on houses and favorable terrain, and slowly consumed these Catholic soldiers.

  Familiar terrain, solid support from the masses, and firm beliefs all became the source of confidence in Prince Kong Dai's heart.

   Only when most of these Catholic soldiers are consumed, will they have the next chance to breathe.

  The entire city of Orleans is very large, and all the troops are broken up into pieces, which is very troublesome to command.

  But Prince Kong Dai didn't feel bored at all, instead he commanded meticulously.

   And just near the window of the headquarters, a young man with long brown hair and conspicuous dark blue eyes was staring at the sky tightly without blinking.

   It seems that the busy command and messengers have nothing to do with him.

  Suddenly, a firework burst out of the white sky. Although the brightness was not very conspicuous, he still captured it.

   On his cold face, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared, and then quickly expanded, and the whole face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.

  He immediately ran to Prince Condé and said impatiently:

   "Your Excellency, I have something important to report to you!"

  Prince Condé ignored him, and still gave careful instructions to the messenger. After a few minutes, after the Englishman got impatient, he turned his head and asked calmly:

   "Mr. Ives, what caused you to disturb me regardless of etiquette, I hope this is good news!"

   Hearing the serious voice of Prince Kong Dai, he restrained his smile and reported seriously:

   "Your Excellency, I just got the news that the Duke of Guise has died! The cause of death is unknown!"

   "Oh? Is this true?" Prince Kong Dai immediately stood up excitedly and asked impatiently.

   "Of course, it's true news. The Duke of Guise is dead. The current Catholic soldiers look very powerful, but they are just a long snake that lost its head. It's just a struggle after death!"

   "Please be sure of your answer, Englishman!" Containing some excited expressions, Prince Condé asked again:

   "You know, if your news is wrong, what will happen? I can't care about the King of England who is thousands of miles away!"

  Faced with the questioning of such a powerful person, the Englishman swallowed his mouth, and replied with abnormal affirmation:

   "By God's witness, I swear that if what I say is false, I will die and go to hell!"

   Glancing at the Englishman in front of him, Prince Condé closed his eyes, thought for a while, and then said a word:

   "England, I believe you for a while! Hope it's true!"

  At this time, Elvis slowed down, and his tense body relaxed.

  Who would have thought that the majesty of the superior is so heavy, it is simply frightening, even more frightening than Boss Guy Ham.

   Subsequently, Prince Condé sent people everywhere to spread the news of the Duke of Guise's death.

  For a while, the morale of the Huguenot soldiers was boosted, while the Catholic soldiers on the other side were dubious.

   Just like that, after a few hours, the higher-ups only refuted the rumor that the Duke is fine, but the Duke of Guise did not show up for a long time, making most of the soldiers believe the rumor of his passing.

   As a result, on the second day, the Catholic soldiers lost their fighting spirit and were driven out of the city of Orleans by their morale.

  (end of this chapter)