Descending On France 1780
Chapter 278 - 271 Tequila Girl Bertier

Chapter 278: 271 Tequila Girl Bertier

Vanni quickly brought the maid outfit, and Bertier, holding the maid outfit, looked anything but calm.

Anning kept egging on, "Don’t be too psychologically pressured. Louis XVI often played around in dame’s attire at the palace."

Bertier: "Isn’t that just something made up to smear him in those pamphlets?"

Anning: "How can you be sure it’s not true? The Easterners say there’s no smoke without fire; there must be a real-life prototype for this."

Bertier frowned, while Anning continued: "Besides, fashion is always evolving. Nowadays, it’s gentlemen wearing stockings and high heels, who knows? Maybe in the future, they’ll become ladies’ clothing."

Bertier couldn’t hold back: "How could that be possible? I’ll never believe stockings and high heels will become womenswear!"

— Good thing you’d be long dead by that time, or else I’d have to kill you.

Anning: "Alright, who was it that suggested I should be clear with rewards and punishments just now? Carry it out, Soldier Bertier."

The Chief of Staff unwillingly took the maid outfit and walked towards the small room used by the service soldiers.

Vanni: "Shall I help you?"

Bertier: "No! There’s no need!"

After saying that, he entered the room and closed the door.

Anning looked at Vanni: "Do you think he can handle your clothes?"

"If he doesn’t wear the waist cincher, it should be fine, right?"

"Your maid outfit comes with a waist cincher?"

"Yes, it improves the look, but I don’t use it because I’m quite slender." Vanni replied with pride, "I’m even more delicate than Miss Christina."

Anning: "She has trouble dressing because of her bust. If she were as slender as you, she probably wouldn’t need it either..."

As Anning was sharply commenting on his fiancée’s figure, Bertier came out of the room.

Anning: "Wow."

Tequila princess! Anning wouldn’t be surprised if Bertier started using Ripple Qi Gong now!

Seeing Bertier, Vanni immediately stepped forward with lipstick appearing from who knows where and tiptoed to apply it.

Bertier looked as though he had seen some epidemic, yelling and leaping aside.

"Enough, put down your cosmetics! I don’t need makeup! This maid outfit is humiliating enough."

Because Bertier jumped aside, Anning caught sight of his hairy legs beneath the skirt hem.

Vanni’s dress was too short for Bertier, after all, it was made for her height; maybe the dress would fit Napoleon.

Anning: "Bertier, put on your stockings! Those bare legs are an eyesore."

Bertier, hearing that, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, at least the stockings are menswear."

Hearing him say that, Anning suddenly got an idea and added: "You’re so keen on menswear, put on the high heels too, get fully kitted out."

Moments later, Bertier’s get-up became a complete maid outfit, with white stockings, high heels, rounding up the 21st century’s quintessential maid attire in the last decade of the 18th century!

Add a Desheka Heavy Machine Gun pulled out from under the skirt, and it would be perfect!

Anning saw this outfit and couldn’t hold back anymore, bursting into laughter and pounding on the table.

Vanni, maintaining the politeness of a qualified maid, said: "Truly an imaginative and impactful outfit, wonderful, Chief of Staff Bertier."

Anning finally managed to suppress his laughter, but he suddenly felt it was such a pity Lasalle wasn’t here. If Lasalle could see such amusing things, he would definitely be shouting and crazily making comments.

Just then, Anning’s guard Moura opened the door and came in: "I heard a loud noise, what happened?"

"Oh, sorry, it was my laughter. It was too loud. No problem, no problem!" Anning quickly reassured Moura.

At that moment, Moura saw Bertier.

He fell silent immediately.

Anning: "Bertier, tomorrow you will work in the headquarters wearing this outfit. I still have a pile of matters here waiting for the Chief of Staff to deal with. I’m preparing to carry out rapid, successive attacks on the coalition forces scattered between the Somme River and the Marne River!"

Bertier: "Uh, this... do I really have to discuss these matters while dressed like this?"

"Yes." Anning, "I’m serious. So what do you think about my marching plan?"

Bertier: "...This doesn’t seem quite appropriate?"

"What’s not appropriate? Do you think it’s because the coalition also has two hundred thousand and our army doesn’t have the advantage?"

"I think discussing military issues while wearing a maid outfit is absolutely awkward."

"Then you must get used to it. We are discussing vital military issues, my Chief of Staff! Focus!"

Bertier: "This..."

He took a deep breath: "Alright, what you just said is correct. The coalition forces that have not been defeated yet are about one hundred and eighty thousand, right? Our two hundred thousand are all forces that have just been assembled and lack experience..."

"You may not know, but Napoleon has just crushed the coalition forces surrounding Sedan. I estimate that the coalition forces we face are only about one hundred and forty thousand now, scattered in these places."

Anning pointed at several locations on the map with a pointer.

Anning: "We need to fight quickly and decisively, striking them before the enemy can react."

Bertier: "With our troops that have not undergone any training? These forces have no element of surprise. Just arranging the attack formation on the battlefield will take a lot of time, giving the enemy enough time to react."

Anning: "That’s why we must avoid the fact that the troops lack training. We will attack in column formation, not expanding our formation when encountering the enemy, but continuing to charge at the enemy in column formation. Moreover, we’ll launch continuous attacks. Even if the enemy can hold off our first wave, they will be overwhelmed by our second and third waves.

"In the chaos, the high morale of our army will become our greatest advantage."

Anning paused, then summed up: "I call this the three-dimensional rolling offensive."

Bertier shook his head: "This is madness. The troops will soon be completely disorganized; commanders will be unable to find their units, and division leaders won’t be able to find their divisions."

Anning: "I don’t care about that, as long as they can find the enemy. I will order the whole army to charge towards the enemy’s Military Flag during the attack without worrying about whether there are familiar people around."

Bertier shook his head repeatedly: "If it were before, I would stop you, but now I am not sure."

Anning: "Is it because you’re wearing a maid outfit?"

"It’s because since the start of the great revolutionary wars, I’ve seen too many things that defy military common sense!" Bertier was somewhat exasperated, "It has nothing to do with what I’m wearing."

Anning: "I thought it was the maid outfit causing a change in your state of mind."

Like discovering something feminine in yourself, for instance.

Bertier muttered something, but Anning didn’t catch it.

At that moment, he noticed that Moura had been watching the whole scene with a confused expression.

So, Anning said to Moura: "That will be all for today. Your task will be very important starting tomorrow. After all, our army doesn’t know how to form squares, and to the cavalry, it’s just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Your job is to drive the enemy’s cavalry to a place where they can’t threaten our troops."

Moura immediately stood tall and proud: "I guarantee to complete the mission."

Anning: "That’s the plan. Tomorrow the whole army will attack!"