"A mission accomplished"

"Your Highness, no enemy troops have been found in the Bur River area." Berthier stopped his horse and gestured to Joseph with his hat.

"Alright, continue the march at a faster pace." Joseph nodded, waving several sheets of paper in his hand. "A personal letter from Marshal Lacy, praising and thanking the 3rd Hussar Battalion, 2nd Company, and also sending 5,000 Florin."

Berthier smiled, "If it weren't for their timely cover, Marshal Lacy's command post might have been overtaken by the Prussia cavalry."

"However, the young men of the Hussars 2nd Company are indeed very brave; four of them have received medals. In particular, that Second Lieutenant named Joachim Mura has received the Silver Iris Medal for the second time in six months."

Mura killed three enemy soldiers and captured a Prussia Major, and led a team to escort Marshal Lacy to safety, almost earning the Gold Iris Medal.

"He's a truly excellent cavalryman!" Joseph feigned surprise, but inwardly he wasn't at all surprised.

This is Mura —historically, Napoleon's cavalry Commander-in-Chief. In the Battle of Eylau, he personally led tens of thousands of cavalry in a charge, tearing through the Russian Army's central defenses and annihilating dozens of Russia Artillery Company, thus securing victory.

Such talent cannot be overshadowed, no matter where they are.

Joseph then said to Berthier, "I think we should promote Second Lieutenant Mura exceptionally."

"Yes, Your Highness. In fact, the General Staff Headquarters also recommended that he be promoted directly to Captain."

As the two were talking, a messenger arrived and handed Berthier a report, "General, this is the latest battle report from Breslau."

The latter quickly glanced at the document and excitedly told Joseph, "Your Highness, Marshal Lacy's troops have arrived at Breslau Fortress and will soon be able to launch an attack. Moreover, as you predicted, the main Prussian Army is on its way to Breslau to reinforce them."

Upon hearing this, Joseph breathed a sigh of relief. After so many twists and turns, he was finally getting closer to the situation he wanted—the military balance between Prussia and Austria had not changed significantly, and once the Duke of Brunswick arrived in Breslau, they should be facing off again near the fortress.

As for himself, he would arrive in City of Liegnitz in three days. Although Duke of Brunswick had left nearly ten thousand troops there, he was bringing the main force of the Royal Guard Legion.

Since its inception, the Royal Guard Legion has rarely fought a battle in which it had a numerical advantage, so there shouldn't be any surprises in the siege.

Once the City of Liegnitz is handed over to Marshal Lacy, then he will have achieved his "complete mission".

At that time, William II, having lost Liegnitz, would certainly not give up easily, and Austria, having finally regained a province in Silesia, would be even less likely to relinquish it.

Both sides will undoubtedly continue to reinforce their troops and engage in fierce fighting along the Breslau line. France can use this time to quietly develop its own power and even sell supplies to the war-torn German Territories.

Alas, for the sake of France's future, we have no choice but to make the great Holy Roman Empire suffer.

The Duke of Brunswick frowned at the gloomy sky and yelled at his soldiers, ordering them to hurry.

That old bastard Lacy dared to launch a surprise attack on Breslau despite insufficient supplies, completely disrupting his plans.

However, the garrison at Breslau Fortress was far too small. Even with the emergency mobilization of nearby security forces, there were still fewer than 9,000 men, and it was very likely that the Austria would breach the fortress if they were not careful.

"God, please don't let it rain."

He looked up at the dark clouds again, only to hear the rapid sound of horses' hooves. Turning around, he saw a messenger covered in mud rushing towards him, his face contorted in distress. "Marshal," he cried, "City of Liegnitz..."

"The enemy has attacked the City of Liegnitz?"

The messenger nodded. "Yes, Marshal. When General August sent me, the enemy's vanguard had already entered the outskirts of the city."

The Duke of Brunswick immediately roared, "What on earth is August doing?!"

Two days ago, a messenger from City of Liegnitz told him that no enemy movement had been detected. In less than two days, the city fell!

He looked down at the Saddle Tax with a gloomy expression. Just half a month ago, he had been triumphantly breaking into the Austria defenses, preparing to end the war in Silesia and return to Pozztan.

At that moment, however, he was pondering how to apologize to His Majesty the King...

Vienna.

In the luxurious Brothel room on the second floor of the "Red Boots" brothel, a young woman with the most fashionable makeup among wealthy Noblewoman wrapped her arms around Basel's neck, looked at him coquettishly, and said in a sweet voice, "Mr. Miller, if you have trouble getting an erection, I have some mummy powder here. It's a bit expensive, but I guarantee it will work..."

As she spoke, her hand reached towards his crotch.

"Please move aside!" Basel slapped her hand away, then immediately pressed himself against the keyhole again.

The "Red Boots" prostitute was very professional; she pressed herself against him again, unbuttoning her blouse. "Sir, you can make me do anything..."

Basel suddenly felt a little sore in his legs, so he pulled her to the door. "Then please keep an eye on the room on the side, the one with the Hera statue in front of it. Let me know immediately if there's any movement there."

"Huh? Oh..." The prostitute reluctantly bent down to look at the keyhole.

Basel then picked up his Violin, which he had prepared for the occasion, and began to play quietly.

Soon, the prostitute complained, "Are you interested in Miss Fini? Then why did you contact me...?"

Fini was the masseuse providing services in the room diagonally opposite.

Basel said calmly, "No, I want that man."

"Uh..." The prostitute's eyes gleamed with gossip, "So you're here to 'catch them in the act'?"

"I suppose so. Please keep a close eye on it."

"Yes, sir. I will definitely help you deal with that 'heartless man'!"

An hour later, the prostitute, rubbing her aching lower back, suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, "Mr. Miller, the door, the door is open!"

A cold glint flashed in Basel's eyes. He dropped his Violin, took his bag from the coat rack, pulled aside the prostitute, and pushed open the door to leave.

Baron Walter, still cuddling with Miss Fini clinging to him, suddenly sensed something amiss in the light beside him. Turning his head, he saw a man in his mid-thirties staring menacingly at him.

"Who are you? What do you want...?"

As he was speaking, he saw the other man pull a Pistol from his bag and point it at his left chest. His words immediately trailed off as, "No, don't do this..."

Basel said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Devil, don't think you can bully Camellia just because the Crown Prince of France isn't here! Go and repent to God!"

He then decisively pulled the trigger, and the flint clip landed on the ignition plate with a "snap".