King's Landing in France

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The walls of the fortress are not too high, because the walls of modern fortresses are built short and solid to prevent shelling.

Such a wall, with the cooperation of trenches, can still be regarded as an impenetrable barrier.

The trenches were filled in, which in disguise was equivalent to shortening the walls of the fortress.

Of course Napoleon knew this very well. He was an artilleryman, and artillerymen had to study military engineering when they were in school.

So he is very familiar with the structure of the fortress.

Napoleon: "The barrage on the left is too thin, what are the gunners doing?"

"Stop the Austrians pouring sand into the ditches!"

After speaking, Napoleon ran on the city wall, and quickly rushed to the place where the Austrians filled the soil. He personally turned the muzzle of a cannon to aim, and then shouted to the soldiers: "Reload! Hurry up, you pig!"

After loading, Napoleon grabbed the torch and lit the cannon himself.

There was a roar, and Napoleon didn't look at the point of impact at all-at this time, the artillery did not need to correct the firing, because it was meaningless, and the point of impact was random anyway.

"Reload!" Napoleon yelled again hastily.

Napoleon's actions on this emplacement also affected the surrounding emplacements, and everyone was working hard to reload, constantly throwing shells at the Austrian soil work area.

Just as they were flying, Napoleon suddenly saw the handsome Austrian flag approaching. A thin Austrian general was riding on a tall maroon horse, observing the French army's position with binoculars.

Napoleon also handed over the torch to the artillerymen next to him, and picked up the binoculars to observe the Austrian general again.

He saw that the general was wearing a white military uniform with a Grand Cross clearly visible from such a distance, and a red, white and red ribbon, which represented his royal status.

Napoleon: "It looks very thin, it doesn't look like a fierce man who can fight at all."

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Napoleon was also seen in Archduke Karl's telescope.

"The military uniform is very casual, short and energetic. Is this the red man under Frost?" He murmured.

One of the noble officers next to him said: "It is said that he comes from the backcountry of Corsica, where birds do not lay eggs. Although he looks ugly, he is still a nobleman. I don't know how Frost, who was born as a commoner, got mixed up with him."

Another said contemptuously: "Maybe by licking toes..."

The nobles laughed rudely, completely out of touch with elegance.

Grand Duke Karl frowned slightly.

The people of insight in the Austrian army especially hate these useless dudes in the army.

Archduke Karl is one of them, even though he himself is the biggest playboy.

Grand Duke Karl ignored the ridicule of the people around him, and looked at Napoleon carefully.

This year Napoleon was 24 years old, and Archduke Karl was 22 years old. Both of them were at an age when the future was more than the past.

Chapter 233 The beginning of all battles is a duel between scout cavalry and cavalry

On the way to the Marne River, An Ning received information from La Salle.

An Ning unfolded the letter on horseback.

La Salle reported three things: First, he spotted an enemy marching column in the direction of Alsace, and the flags should be Austrian air rifle hunters.

Second, La Salle tried to attack the marching ranks of the air gun hunters, and returned An Ning with an air gun that he thought about.

Thirdly, Lasalle had a bad stomach and scurry while riding, dirtying the saddle.

An Ning imagined the scene very vividly, and handed the letter to Berthier with a frown.

Berthier: "Is the situation very bad? Are there more enemies entering from the direction of Alsace than expected?"

An Ning: "Uh, no, I'm frowning because La Salle is running out."

Berthier was shocked: "What? Why did you write this in the letter reporting the military situation?"

"Maybe he thinks it's a military situation." An Ning shook her head, and then brought the topic back on track, "In short, our enemy has already served the table. Now we must rush to the banquet venue as soon as possible, and prepare to welcome the guests."

Berthier: "At the current marching speed, we will be able to reach the Marne River tomorrow, and there should be one to two days to build a position."

An Ning nodded: "Very good. But we should be lenient to the enemy and order the troops to speed up! Forced march! Anyway, if the enemy hasn't come after we arrive, we have time to rest."

Berthier: "What if the enemy comes immediately after we arrive?"

"Berthier, if we lose the position on the Marne River, then there will be little point in conducting field battles. This group of recruits will be defeated by the well-trained Prussian-Austrian coalition forces."

An Ning fought more with less in the past. First, there are strong generals, and second, the army training is reliable. Now this group of recruits, who were citizens in the city not long ago, An Ning did not want to use these people to fight against the Prussian-Austrian coalition forces.

If that's the case, I'm afraid I can only rely on An Ning's own cheats, and personally commit suicide into the enemy group and slash the enemy's morale.

It's very Mount & Blade.

It's not that An Ning can't do it. With his cheat, it should be very easy to rush into the crowd and drive Xiao Wushuang.

But the problem is that the sword in reality is not like the magic weapon in the game, it can roll the blade.

The stainless steel swords of later generations may be able to cut melons and vegetables without deformation, but the swords of this era do not have the strength of stainless steel...

When that time really came, An Ning might have to carry twenty or thirty knives on his back, chop up one and then throw it away, and just pull out one.

Where did this come from Himeno?There is also an Asule in the Austrian army, right? Carrying 22 knives to save you...

An Ning shook her head, it's a pity that she has traveled through time, even if Jiang Nan finished writing the Misty Record, he still can't see it.

Berthier: "Your Excellency?"

An Ning suddenly freed herself from her mind-wandering: "Ah, what? What were you talking about just now? I was distracted and didn't hear it. Say it again."

Berthier: "I'm saying that the first thing to do now is to find out who the enemy commander is."

An Ning: "Is this important?"

"You can infer the commander's command style based on his past record." Berthier glanced at An Ning, "Maybe you really don't need it."

"No, I need it. When you get the name of the enemy commander, you can guess it for me."

Berthier: "Shall I speculate?"

"Yes, I don't know these Austrians, and I don't know their past achievements." An Ning shrugged.

In fact, if the Austrian army had many famous generals, then he would probably know the commanding style of these generals through the history books of later generations.

It's a pity that in Napoleon's time in Austria, except for Archduke Karl, the rest were chickens, and An Ning only knew the names of those who were humiliated by Napoleon.

As for past achievements, let alone, you are the author of war history, will you write a lot about the achievements of a group of chickens?

Berthier looked very happy: "Okay! I will definitely do my best to support your decision-making!"

It looks like Berthier thinks he's got an important assignment.

As long as he is happy.

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Prince Schwarzenberg was riding along with his troops when he suddenly shivered.

His chief of staff immediately asked with concern: "His Royal Highness, do you have a cold? Would you like to rest in the carriage for a while?"

The prince said angrily: "Bastard, where is there a general who rides in a carriage when marching?"

The chief of staff immediately shut up.

At this time, a messenger came galloping from the front, stopped his horse in front of the prince, and saluted: "Report to the prince, the avant-garde is urgent!"

The prince took the letter: "Let me see... I found the French scout cavalry? Is it so fast?"

The chief of staff said worriedly: "Could it be that the French army has already come to us? We are not as strong as the two legions advancing forward. If the French army swarms up..."

Prince Schwarzenberg snorted: "According to the information we have received, the regular French troops are in Sedan and Verdun, and the people gathered in Paris are all militias! As many militias come, they are all militias!"

Chief of Staff: "However, Frost's team should still be in Paris, in case they dispatch to fight us..."

"That's right, we used up the strength of Frost's team in the battle. When the main force of the coalition forces breaks through the fortress, we will face a tired and exhausted army!"

Prince Schwarzenberg said proudly.

He didn't seem to have considered the possibility of dying in battle at all, and he fully planned to use his troops to consume and exhaust Frost's troops.

But his chief of staff reminded: "Your Highness, you still have the old thinking before, and you think that even if you are defeated, there will never be any surprises. After all, your territory is vast and rich, and you can fully afford the ransom without blinking your eyes." Yes. However, the opponent is the revolutionary French army, and Frost has already beheaded countless nobles."

Prince Schwarzenberg was stunned, and then beads of sweat rolled down his forehead: "Here... quickly, send cavalry to scout in the direction of the Marne River, and find out the movements of the French army!"

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The knights around Lasalle seemed to deliberately distance themselves from him.

Mainly, the saddle of the king of light cavalry looks a little dark now.

La Salle was watching the advancing enemy column in the distance.

Since the close-up reconnaissance in the Adige Valley, La Salle has fallen in love with this kind of reconnaissance method that clings to the enemy like a dog's skin plaster and keeps in the enemy's field of vision.

The main method is really stimulating. Enemies who are annoyed by La Salle are likely to send cavalry to drive La Salle away.

For La Salle, this is a good opportunity for a cavalry duel. These days, he has dispersed several enemy scout cavalry.

The enemy's reconnaissance was blocked again, and the exciting cavalry duel was obtained again. La Salle loved this kind of work to death.

At this time, some cavalry shouted: "Look! A new army has appeared in the east, and it is cavalry!"

Lasalle immediately turned the telescope.

"Let me see... the flag is the 51st Hussar Regiment! Very good, brothers, there is another battle, let these Austrian grandchildren know who is the strongest hussar in continental Europe!"

As soon as the words fell, a hussar joked: "I don't know who the strongest is, but now everyone knows the smelliest."

La Salle: "Fuck, shut up! Trumpeter, blow the trumpet! Come with me!"

Chapter 234

La Salle's cavalry quickly formed an offensive "wall formation".

As the name suggests, it is a brigade of cavalry forming a moving wall and rushing towards the enemy at lightning speed.

The impact of this formation will bring great pressure to the enemy, and it is very likely that the morale of the opponent will be destroyed before the enemy is directly contacted.

Of course, the faster the impact, the greater the power. The higher speed will make the horse start to compete with the surrounding horses because of instinct, resulting in the effect of "horse chasing horses". Horses entering this state will also ignore more Potentially dangerous.

This is similar to human beings, if they have already fallen into a state of excitement and madness, they will ignore many dangers, burst out with vigor, and behave more boldly than usual.

In the hedging between cavalry and cavalry, the courage of the horse is a very important factor.

Horses will be counseled before people are counseled.After all, a horse is not like a human being. It is an animal that acts according to instinct. Once it is scared, it will stop charging and run away.

A cavalry confrontation often ended with the scattering of one of the horses.

The cavalry that can really charge together for three hundred rounds must use well-trained horses.

La Salle, as one of the best cavalry commanders, of course knows all about these things.

He will not bet on the fact that his horse is better than the enemy, but will do his best to increase the impact speed.

The faster you go, the better your odds, it's that simple.

Lasalle held his saber aloft and uttered "alialialia" as he led the troops across the vast fields.

"Never slow down! Rush forward! Break the neck of the enemy's horse!" Between shouts, he loudly encouraged his subordinates.

The two sides are already within ten meters!

At this moment, the enemy's formation collapsed.

Instinct dominated the enemy's horses, causing them to break free from the restraints of their riders, break up and flee in all directions.

La Salle shouted excitedly: "Great! We won! Catch up!"

An enemy horse in front of La Salle panicked, stepped into a rabbit hole in the field, staggered and fell forward, throwing the rider on the horse to the ground.

La Salle took the reins of the horse, allowing his horse to leap lightly and jump over the fallen enemy.

At this time, La Salle's troops disbanded their formation. After all, the wall charge was really not very useful in pursuit.

The hussars, like scattered lions, freely pursued the fleeing enemy.

Lasalle rushed to a lieutenant colonel of the enemy, and slashed at the lieutenant colonel's neck while loudly defending his house: "I am Lasalle, General Frost asked me to give you a treat!"

The lieutenant colonel blocked back.