I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 173 I Kill You
Since Michelle escaped control and her whereabouts could not be tracked for a while, Louis decided to stay here for a while to ensure that the Battle of Waterloo could proceed in the correct historical direction.

Mewlington treated his saviors well. They ate at the marshal's special kitchen and lived in a separate large tent with general-level treatment. Mewlington even planned to assign them a few orderlies, but was rejected by Louis.

Are you kidding? We have a dragon maid, how can we let a few hairy soldiers serve us?

Besides, it’s inconvenient to have women in the tent, isn’t it?

Many people may have a misunderstanding that a general must share the hardships with his soldiers in order to win a battle. In fact, this is not the case. In the era of line infantry, there were not so many requirements.

It should be said that the way of training soldiers was different from that of modern times. In that era, soldiers only needed to fear the whip in the hands of their superiors more than being shot, and the treatment of the soldiers was not much better than that of animals.

There is also a little-known fact that outsiders don't know. The reason why it is cool is that it is not that cold. In this era, bullets are not that accurate. If two people shoot at each other from a distance of 100 meters, excluding the European emperor, two line infantrymen with only ordinary training can shoot at each other from noon to dinner.

Of course, this is just an exaggeration. In fact, the training method shows the futility of shooting accuracy. In the Infantry Maneuvers and Training Regulations of 1792, soldiers were generally only required to point their guns in the direction of the enemy.

The bullets from the smoothbore rifle are like Indian missiles. After being fired, they perform Brownian motion in mid-air.

So some people say that those waiting in line to be shot are fools, so why don't they lie down and fight? You can just treat such people as fools. This tactic was the optimal solution at that time. It is not advisable to try to find a sword by carving a mark on the feet. You cannot apply the era of rifled guns and fixed ammunition to the era of smoothbore guns. It is like asking the overlords of the Spring and Autumn Period why they didn't dig trenches to deal with the invincible chariots.

Isn't this pure cerebral palsy?

In that era, every country had its own unique skills. For example, the British liked to take a few rounds of volleys to the closest distance, and one round of volleys would break the opponent's morale. The Prussian army was better at loading, and their loading speed was very fast, which put a lot of pressure on Tsarist Russia. Finally, the famous Tsarist Russian general Suvorov came up with a solution that was not a solution - shoot your mother's volleys and charge directly with bayonets and Ura at a distance of 300 meters!

Whether this trick works well against others is another matter, but it is indeed very effective against Prussia's fast reloading speed.

From then on, Suvorov told everyone that bullets are stupid and bayonets are heroes.

Unfollowing and stepping back belongs to yes.

Of course, the topic has gone a bit far, but in short, specialization is something that is commonplace in this era.

Louis had no interest in, nor the opportunity to enjoy, the rations of ordinary British soldiers. The rations of the marshals on the battlefield were much better than those of the privates.

It rained heavily last night and didn't stop until daybreak. There were few roads these days, and after a heavy rain, the roads were always muddy, and every soldier's boots were covered with at least two or three pounds of mud.

This was not the most annoying thing. The damp and cold morning was even more uncomfortable. Many soldiers' clothes were even wet and stuck to their bodies. Just think about it, it's uncomfortable to be wet, not to mention a furry cat. Every cat soldier was shaking his body restlessly, grinning, trying to get rid of the moisture on his body.

Fortunately, Meowlington had already led his troops to the pre-set destination, and the troops were not too uncomfortable when they set up camp to rest. However, there was heavy frost and dew on the mountain, and the humid environment overnight still caused some soldiers to catch some symptoms of colds.

I don’t know how the British army in the original world assembled in the morning, but the British army in this world was urged to get up in the morning by the melodious sound of bagpipes.

Louis also got up early. The marshal's special meal was quite good, with everything he expected, even rare items like baguettes.

You are at war with French cats, my Marshal!
After dinner, Louis planned to take a stroll in the barracks to digest the food. Smoke rose from the barracks, and many big-headed cat soldiers were sitting together enjoying this rare peace and quiet.

Louis walked to the side of the soldiers gathered around a campfire, and looked down to see a little cat holding a portion of fried fish and a piece of bread, licking its lips and staring at this rare delicacy.

It’s cod, the favorite food of the British in this era, and they never get tired of eating it.

There were also quite a few side dishes, including a small piece of fried onions and a dish of vegetable and meat stew, which was a rare delicacy in the early morning when the rain had just stopped.

Fried onions were the supreme delicacy in the army of that era, and the French army in particular even composed an onion song specifically praising this delicacy, claiming that fried onions increased their combat effectiveness - and also emphasized the Austrians and the fact that dogs are not allowed to eat fried onions.

As a result, the emperor turned around and married the daughter of the Austrian emperor. It can be said that this was a stab in the back from his superior.

Somewhat ironically, through this marriage, Napoleon became the grandnephew-in-law of Louis the Headless and Marie Antoinette.

Normally, they would not have had such a sumptuous meal in the morning, but as the general attack was about to be launched, Duke Mewlington ordered the soldiers to have a full meal and try to eat something good.

A delicious and hearty meal can significantly boost the morale of the troops, especially after a cold and wet rain, with a campfire to roast, a hearty meal - and most importantly, steaming hot soup to warm the body.

The little cat first ate a large piece of bread with vegetable and meat stew and fried onions. Then he put the grilled fish into the lunch box that originally contained the soup, and savored this rare delicacy bit by bit - he was not in a hurry at all. The warm campfire made him very comfortable, so he was unwilling to get up.

After finishing the grilled fish with relish, he licked the cat's paw, took the kettle from the campfire, and poured two-thirds of the boiling water into the lunch box.

Cats' mouths are very afraid of heat, and the little cat was not in a hurry to drink the hot water. As the campfire could only warm his limbs and face but not his curled up stomach, he closed the lid of the lunch box and held it in his arms, his eyebrows and beard slowly stretched out, revealing a very satisfied and lazy expression.

When the water in the lunch box cooled down a little, he opened the lunch box carefully. First, he solemnly sucked up the top layer of oil in circles. Then, he sipped it in small sips with a look of success. After swallowing the warm water with his throat rolling, he made a "huh" sound. Just by listening to the sound, you can tell the current mood of the owner of the sound.

Louis is so hungry.

It has been known for a long time that there is such a strange man in the army who is the personal adviser of Marshal Mewlington, so there is nothing to be surprised about. Everyone ate and drank as usual, and after they were full, they gathered around the campfire to continue warming themselves.

In this battle, the British army was on the defensive, waiting for the French army to attack them.

The senior officers were meeting in Mewington's tent. The Duke of Mewington was optimistic. After all, he had contacted Blücher, the commander-in-chief of Prummeau, who promised to lead the entire army to support the British army in the morning of the 18th. To use the original words in Blücher's letter, which Mewington said was a sharp stab in Napoleon's waist.

The coalition forces basically agreed that if the French army did not launch an attack on the 18th, then the coalition forces would attack the French army on the 19th.

Good man, if the mountain doesn’t come to Muhammad, Muhammad will go to the mountain.

But the Duke of Mewlington preferred that the French army attack first. As a master of reverse slope tactics, Mewlington's position was carefully selected. It extended along a low and gentle ridge, about 4,000 yards long. Three hundred yards in front of the center of the position was a manor. These buildings had been hastily fortified. As an outpost, the coalition forces, which were assembled from troops from several countries, carefully mixed with the British army along the entire front line.

The crucial right wing was given to Cook's 1st Division, which consisted of four infantry battalions of the British Guards. The cavalry brigades were deployed as central reserves between the front and Mont Saint-Jean, and two more British cavalry brigades formed the top of the left wing because the terrain there was relatively flat.

Most of the artillery units occupied positions on the top of the hill west of the road. From here they could sweep the slope ahead. According to Mewlington's instructions, the artillery ignored the enemy artillery and concentrated its fire on the enemy infantry and cavalry at close range.

Louis didn't know much about war, but Chromie was sensible enough to make him a map that looked like a Total War game. From his perspective, Mewlington had already deployed a fairly secure pocket, waiting for Napoleon's troops to rush up and go down the mountain to harvest corn.

Cromie was also considerate enough to mark for him the ranges of various types of artillery fire, as well as the ranges of the infantry, so it really looked like a game.

It's a pity that this is not a game, but a real war in which countless people have risked their lives and shed their blood.

It is not difficult to understand from the map that everything has been properly deployed, waiting for Napoleon to fall into the pocket.

Unlike the British army, Napoleon's troops had been out of touch with the transport team and had long run out of rice. At around nine o'clock, Napoleon ordered his troops to finish preparations for the attack after having a full breakfast. Although this was well-intentioned, a skilled cook cannot cook without rice. The French army could only make do with the remaining supplies and had a not-very filling meal.

If Napoleon were Cao Cao, he would probably have to borrow some logistical manpower.

He was very optimistic. After all, as a famous coach, he had rarely suffered defeat in his life. Even the previous defeat in Leipzig was just "God's will, not my fault" in his eyes.

After all, it was he who chased the coalition kings and emperors all over the place at the beginning.

"Our chance of winning is at least 90 percent, and the possibility of failure is only 10 percent." Napoleon said confidently to the generals who were dining with him.

But this kind of confidence did not infect others, especially Soult and Ney who had fought in the Iberian Peninsula and Mewlington. They were not optimistic about the current situation.

The French army now basically has nothing but morale. They have the advantage of time and place, while Napoleon only has one person, and his victory was purely due to his personal charm.

"It's hard to say." Prince Jerome muttered softly.

"What did you say?" This time Napoleon heard the little words and looked at his brother sharply.

Prince Jerome curled his lips and gave a very important piece of information: "One of my waiters overheard some gossip among British officers while having lunch at the 'King of Spain' tavern in Ginape. He said that the Prussians were going to set out from Wavre..."

Napoleon threw the baguette in his hand onto the table, stood up, and denied it loudly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The Prussians have been driven away by Grouchy. It will take at least two days for them to arrive here to provide support. Even if they come back, we still have Grouchy! As long as Grouchy launches an attack, everything will be fine..."

"It's hard to say." Jerome once again contradicted his brother.

Napoleon was anxious. He looked around, pulled out a saber from a servant, and shouted, "You beast, I'm going to kill you... I'm going to kill you!"

It was a pity that the agile Ney used his physical weapon to disarm him and snatched the command knife away.

Jerome saw that the situation was not good and ran away without a trace...

"Your Majesty, please calm down!" Ney put the command sword back into the servant's scabbard. In fact, Napoleon regretted it a little when he drew out the sword. Seeing a staircase at this time, he took two deep breaths, sat on the chair and continued to talk about the possible direction of the battle.

In general, influenced by Napoleon, everyone was quite optimistic. After all, the Emperor's sword might not be very sharp. If they were not stabbed to death by British bayonets but were chopped by the Emperor first, it would be a waste of time.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Napoleon checked with the army commanders, and the army commanders returned to their troops. At eleven o'clock, Napoleon issued the final combat order to the army commanders. When the whole army was ready to deploy according to the battle sequence at about one o'clock in the afternoon, the emperor would immediately order Marshal Ney to launch an attack and capture the village of Mont Saint-Jean at the intersection.

Napoleon also issued a death order that the entire army's artillery must be concentrated to cover the attack launched by Marshal Ney.

Napoleon was so conceited that he was convinced that he could break through the center of Mewlington and destroy his army in one fell swoop by conducting a preliminary artillery preparation with his beloved twelve-pounder guns and then advancing with his hitherto invincible troops towards Brussels. He could then leisurely march another twelve miles to Brussels, surrounded by the Guards.

To match his arrogance, the Old Guards' backpacks were already filled with uniforms for the parade.

It is somewhat related to Shevchenko's behavior.

What does it mean to open champagne at halftime (tactical retreat)?

At this time, the reconnaissance troops sent out by the Duke of Mewlington also discovered the actions of the French army. He dispersed the troops on the top of Mont Saint-Jean, and Lao Li alone stuck his head out, observing the movements of the French army with a telescope.

At 11:30 am, the world-famous Battle of Waterloo officially began.

(End of this chapter)