Friends from the Southern Netherlands

Blücher was destined to be unable to send reinforcements to the eastern battlefield, but reinforcements from the Royal Guard Legion arrived quickly.

Although there were only three Cavalry Company, the addition of new French Army to the battlefield became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Mura shouted for his exhausted warhorse to push harder, his eyes fixed on the small group of lone Prussia soldiers ahead. He was about to add a mark to his record when he heard a Prussian Army shouting something in the distance.

He didn't understand German very well, and turned to look at his comrades in the team whose hometown was in Northeast Provinces.

"They surrendered!" the latter shouted excitedly, brandishing his Saber. "We defeated five thousand Prussia!"

Before long, cheers from the Royal Guard Legion resounded throughout the battlefield. With a force of over 2,000 men, plus 1,600 remnants of the Austria, they successfully turned the tide and killed the Prussia Grand Army that had come to besiege them.

It is easy to imagine the enormous psychological advantage this unit would have when facing the Prussia again from then on.

Elite veterans are those who accumulate experience and confidence bit by bit, ultimately transforming themselves into elite soldiers.

However, Mura seemed a little unhappy. Although he had already captured or killed six enemy soldiers, enough to earn him a medal, he was still four enemies short of fulfilling his boast...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the Royal Guard Legion had completed the encirclement of Maximilian.

Joseph did not rush to launch an attack; otherwise, if he remained inactive after defeating the Prussian Army there, it would seem like he was putting on a show.

Seeing that the Crown Prince had some free time, Kexer quickly approached and reminded him, "Your Highness, Captain Bonaparte is still waiting for you outside..."

"Oh, I almost forgot," Joseph slapped his forehead, "Quickly, invite him in."

Immediately, Napoleon, his face still covered in black gunpowder Powder Smoke, was led into the officers' tent.

He quickly glanced around at the men in the tent, then raised his hat in salute to Joseph: "Your Crown Prince, thank you for sending your Royal Guards to reinforce me. In fact, you saved the lives of my entire Artillery Company."

"It's nothing," Joseph said with a smile, gesturing for him to sit down. He then beckoned to Eman, "Could you please make Captain Bonaparte a cup of tea? He's done the most important job today."

Berthier chimed in, "The artillery position Captain Bonaparte chose is absolutely brilliant. How did you notice it?"

"Well..." The young Napoleon touched his nose shyly, "I don't know why, but I just felt that place could bring victory. I guess it was an intuition."

The officers in the tent all smiled, clearly believing that the Artillery Company had guessed. Only Joseph knew that Napoleon was not just making a blind guess; his ability to select Artillery positions was absolutely unparalleled in all of Europe!

Throughout history Napoleon repeatedly relied on brilliant artillery positioning to bring the Massed Artillery Tactics tactics to their fullest potential, helping him win seemingly impossible victories time and time again.

By bringing the Massed Artillery Tactics to the Royal Guard Legion ahead of time, Napoleon had the opportunity to showcase his innate skills.

Joseph then looked at Berthier: "Chief of the Chief of Staff, I think Captain Bonaparte's contributions in this battle warrant a promotion to Major, don't you think?"

In fact, he could have directly promoted Napoleon to colonel, but Napoleon was still very young and needed to accumulate practical experience. Historically, Napoleon's rapid promotions resulted in a lack of solid foundation, and he even had to "go back to school" to learn military knowledge.

Therefore, Joseph decided to let Napoleon personally experience every rank of officer in the army, so that he could grow more steadily, which would only benefit him and not harm him.

Furthermore, with Corsica Restorationism still stirring up trouble, Napoleon's control over too many military resources might be used to fund Corsica rebels.

Joseph sighed inwardly. It seemed that resolving the issue of Corsica independence needed to be put on the agenda, especially the Corsica Restorationism leader Pascal Paoli. He wondered if the Intelligence Bureau had made any progress; he had instructed them to keep an eye on this guy months ago.

Berthier, standing nearby, smiled and added, "Yes, Your Highness, I will sign off on Major Bonaparte's promotion as soon as possible. Oh, and he should also receive a Silver Iris Medal."

Joseph looked at Napoleon, whose face was beaming with delight, and then instructed Berthier, "I hope his battalion commander can find some time to personally visit his home and inform him of the good news of his medal and promotion."

"As you command, Your Highness."

Artillery commander Lacoste thus unexpectedly received the perk of a "vacation" to Corsica.

Joseph and several staff officers were discussing Napoleon's brilliant artillery barrage with him when a "Report!" came from the tent entrance. An officer immediately entered and announced loudly, "Your Highness, Chief of the Chief of Staff, the Prussian Army has surrendered."

Joseph glanced at his Pocket Watch; it was only 5 p. m. He had originally planned to use this Prussian Army to stall until tomorrow, so that Blücher could surely escape back to Liège.

"Alright," he gestured to Berthier, "I'll leave the surrender to you."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and asked the staff officer next to him, "Is there any news from Major Mason Song?"

"Not yet, Your Highness."

Several kilometers away, Royal Guard Legion Commander Mason looked at the trembling Netherlands soldiers inside the encirclement, put down his Telescope, yawned, and turned to ask his staff officer, "Haven't they arrived yet?"

"Not yet, Battalion Commander."

Mason shook his head. If it weren't for His Crown Prince's orders, these Netherlands would have been taken prisoner long ago.

Before long, a Hussars galloped up and gestured to him, saying, "Commander, a Netherlands Army of about a thousand men is approaching from the southwest."

Mason immediately perked up and said to the staff officer, "They've finally arrived."

The latter, however, was somewhat surprised. "But Liège is to the northwest, so why are they coming from the south?"

"Who knows?" Mason stretched out his Military Uniform jacket and instructed, "Make sure everyone acts seriously. This is a task personally ordered by His Crown Prince."

"Yes!"

Two kilometers away from Mason's troops, a middle-aged man in the Southern Netherlands Army, with a double chin and a receding hairline, wiped his sweat and said to the officer beside him, "Major Acht, please launch the attack immediately."

The burly officer beside him was taken aback. This Vice Speaker Onck had been timid all the way, and had even ordered a four-mile detour to reinforce General Witt from the south after hearing the distant sound of artillery fire.

At this moment, facing French Army that outnumbered them, they Dreadnought prepared for a full-scale attack.

He naturally didn't know that it was Joseph who sent someone to inform him that Onck had brought him here to reinforce the besieged Netherlands Army.