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Chapter 175: Frame the Soldier A
"Prussians, definitely Prussians." Napoleon came to the conclusion after comprehensive consideration. Noticing the general beside him raising his telescope, he stopped him and said, "No need to look. It must be Prussians. Grouchy can't be in that place at that time. I know him."

"They are still far away now. As far as you and I are concerned, they still have to queue up to Warsaw. Do you understand?"

Surt put down the telescope reluctantly, and finally nodded helplessly: "Understood, Your Majesty."

"Meowlington is fighting in a new way. He is sitting very still... We have to drive him down." Napoleon turned back to the map, looked around, and said slowly: "I need Grouchy to capture the village at the foot of the mountain, so that we can win."

No one answered him, and no one knew where Grouchy was now.

Napoleon waited for a long time but got no answer. He felt an inexplicable irritation. He threw down his pen and shouted, "Where is Grouchy! I need his army. Where is Grouchy! Oh my God, why do I have to do everything myself?"

An indescribable rage surged in his heart, coupled with the pain in his anus, Napoleon's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

This frightened the generals around him. They rushed forward to support Napoleon and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, are you injured?"

Napoleon's doctor knew what was going on. He whispered, "Your Majesty, as your doctor, I suggest you leave the battlefield. You must lie down..."

After walking a few steps with support, Napoleon saw that the soldiers were looking at him with concern. He knew that as the emperor and the soul of the soldiers, he could not show the slightest weakness, so he pushed away the people who were supporting him and stood shakily. Although he was still in excruciating pain, Napoleon relied on his willpower to stand steadily in front of the old guards.

It is necessary to rest. Yesterday I slept on the camp bed for two hours. Even a strong man could not bear it.

Duke Mewington was also staring at the group of unknown people. Ubrich on his left said as he looked at them, "I think they are the blue cats of Grouchy's army, sir. That's what we are afraid of. Look, Grouchy is coming..."

"Damn it, that could also be the black of the Prumeow army!" Meowlington said, and a shell whizzed over his head. He subconsciously turned his head to follow the trajectory of the shell. Then he put away the telescope, put his hands behind his back and walked to a young officer behind him, and took out the telescope to look again. The result was the same as before. He still couldn't tell whether the man's surname was Ying or Fa.

"Hayi, you are younger and have better eyesight. Come and see what color it is."

As he spoke, Meowlington handed the telescope in his hand to Haiyi.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't see it clearly either." Hai Yi replied after looking carefully for a moment.

Meowlington did not get a definite answer. He paced back and forth impatiently with his hands behind his back, and finally ordered: "Lord Hay, go and tell General Lambert to retreat a hundred steps toward the slope."

"But Your Excellency..."

"Follow your orders, sir!" Mewlington's tone left no room for doubt.

"Yes!" Lord Hay turned his horse's head.

The order was quickly passed down. Mewlington sat on a tall horse and watched the soldiers retreat. Next to him was a burning tree.

The talkative Lawrence was following the troops in the retreat. He noticed the situation beside Meowlington and couldn't help but remind him, "Sir, what I need to say is that it's best not to get too close to trees on rainy days..."

"I understand what you mean, thank you." Mewlington accepted the soldier's opinion readily: "I will adopt your outrageous suggestion."

As he said this, he raised the whip and hit the horse's butt, and went to inform Louis that they should retreat with the army.

Just as the white horse under him took a few steps forward, a cannonball landed where he had just stood.

The scale of the retreat of 10,000 people was so large and conspicuous that even Marshal Ney, who commanded the French cavalry in the distance, could see it clearly.

"Meowlington has retreated!" he shouted excitedly, his expression like a student who was studying and hurriedly left after seeing his teacher answer the phone.

Michel Ney, a purebred tabby cat, is nicknamed the warrior among warriors. He is very strong, but like my brother Wu Guanchao, his brain is full of muscles.

When you see an advantage, go for it, A goes up and saves, that’s basically it.

His behavior now was just like playing games. He framed his cavalry and aimed directly at Mewlington's position and attacked.

Louis actually did this a lot when he was playing RTS games before, but unlike Ney, when Louis moved his A-frame upwards, he would usually target dozens of Apocalypse tanks...

"Meowlington retreats!" he repeated again: "Everyone, everyone, prepare to attack Meow!"

Single-celled organisms are like this, purely single-core and single-threaded. Marshal Ney, in his excitement, was thinking about chasing the retreating Mewlington and completely forgot about whether he should ask the emperor for instructions.

Opportunities are fleeting, and fighting a war depends on asking for permission? You can't even have a warm meal in the snow!
If you have any brains at all, you won't be completely brainless.

"Everyone, come here!" Ney was still very excited, his beard trembling with his movements, he raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone follow me! Bugler, blow the charge!" -

Ney's move was not a big deal. The cavalry troops around him saw him leading the charge and thought he had received some instructions from Napoleon, so they followed him and joined the battle.

Tens of thousands of cavalrymen joined the battle, galloping on the vast plains, the sun shining on their breastplates and raised sabers, reflecting a dazzling and captivating light.

When the reconnaissance troops informed Mewington that the French cavalry had launched a charge, he immediately made a decision - to assemble into a hollow square on the other side of the mountain and face Ney's charge.

It should be said that defeating cavalry with infantry is not some far-fetched joke. Infantry will be afraid when seeing cavalry charging, but cavalry will be even more afraid when seeing the infantry's shining bayonets, especially the horses under them. Even if they have been trained for a long time, it is difficult for them to overcome the fear of shiny and sharp weapons in their hearts.

Maybe someone would say that blindfolding the horses would solve the problem? Then here comes the question: what if you were blindfolded and asked to run a hundred meters in an unfamiliar place?

All I can say is that romance is romance, and the things in artistic works are just for fun.

Mewlington took Louis to the center of the square. In order to avoid being conspicuous, he chose to get off his horse on the advice of his adjutant, so as not to be the first to be shot. As the French cavalry approached, the whole land began to shake, and the rumbling sound sounded oppressive. The soldiers in front of Louis rubbed their hands on their guns, swallowed their saliva with difficulty, and waited for the impact of the French cavalry.

But it has nothing to do with them, the main problem is that the hollow square formation on the periphery suffered the most.

Finally, Ney's cavalry charged to the top of the slope. He thought that Mewlington was retreating, but what he saw was a group of hollow squares like porcupines.

Modern cavalry is different from ancient cavalry. Modern systematic training has made their qualities much better than those in ancient times. Their ranks are as neat as a wall and like waves, they surge towards the British phalanx. The shiny breastplates on the cavalry are so dazzling that people can't open their eyes.

The British artillery units began to return fire, and the commanders in the middle of the hollow square also shouted loudly: "Shoot their horses first! Shoot their horses first!"

The effect was very good. French cavalry began to fall one after another, but more cavalry kept pouring in from the rear, seemingly endless.

At this time, Napoleon heard his adjutant report that Ney was attacking. He didn't even care about the pain. He stumbled over from the bushes and shouted frantically: "What is Ney doing? Can't I leave for a moment? What is he doing over there!"

Napoleon pointed in the direction of Ney's cavalry in exasperation and shouted hysterically: "How can he let the cavalry attack without infantry support? What's wrong with him?"

No matter how hard he tried, he could not have imagined that Ney, as a marshal of an army, would actually make such a low-level mistake. It would have been fine if the cavalry had attacked alone, but he even attacked the infantry that had already been lined up. Even Zhao Kuo and Ma Su might not be able to do this.

Smoke and dust rose in front of the two armies. The smoke from the infantry's shooting mixed with the dust raised by the cavalry's charge. Add to that the sound of gunfire, the roar of fighting, the cries of the wounded, and the neighing of horses, and it created a real scene of hell on earth.

Louis admitted that he had seen many war movies, but no matter how realistic a movie is, it is just a movie. What is in front of him is a real battlefield...

He saw with his own eyes a young white cat not far away being cut in the carotid artery by a French cavalryman's sword while loading ammunition. The cat fell to the ground, trying in vain to cover its neck from which blood was gushing out. Both of its legs began to tremble weakly. There was also a French cavalry cat whose leg was broken by a cannonball. It was pinned to the grass by its dead horse, holding its leg and wailing.

"Little deer, little deer..." Catherine repeated unconsciously, her eyes full of fear. Her hands tightly grasped Louis' clothes. She hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest. She could no longer bear to look at the hellish scene in front of her.

Louis said nothing, but gently stroked Catherine's blonde hair, trying to calm her down.

It's not her fault that she is timid. Even Louis himself can't stand it. In such a slaughterhouse, no one can remain calm except a natural butcher.

Except for the silly girl Christasza, who was sitting aside chewing something.

It's a good thing she was in the mood to eat it.

"Think of your wives, your sweethearts, your homes, think of England-meow, soldiers, think of England-meow!"

Louis looked in the direction of the voice and saw Lord Hay, who was in the center of the phalanx. He was riding on a horse, holding his command knife and shouting slogans, trying to cheer up the soldiers in the phalanx.

But his behavior was so conspicuous that he was soon shot by the French army. A bullet hit his head. Lord Hay stretched out his cat's paw to touch the gunshot wound on his head in disbelief, glanced at the Duke of Mewlington, wanted to say something but couldn't, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly, ending his young life.

The Duke of Mewlington moved his lips, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter it.

With the death of Lord Hay, the phalanx he was in began to disintegrate. The bagpiper in the center was still playing hard, trying to boost the morale of his brothers, but unfortunately the French cavalry had already rushed up and slashed the bagpiper on the back.

"Bastards! Come on! You bastards!" When Lawrence saw the tragic death of the bagpiper, he cursed, picked up the rifle in his hand and started shooting at the people around him.

The battlefield had already become chaotic. No one knew where their bullets had hit, and no one knew when the cavalry in front of them would stop attacking. The cavalry also didn't know how long the enemy could hold out. Both sides had tried their best, waiting for the moment when the other side would collapse first.

"Louis..." Meowlington called softly without turning back.

"Well, sir." Louis did not stop stroking Catherine's hair.

"You said..." He hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Can we win?"

"Trust your soldiers." Louis did not give him a direct answer.

Just as Meowlington was about to say something, the calico cat Jack in the square broke down and started to run out. The people around him immediately held him down, but Jack shouted, "Let me go! For God's sake, can't you let me out? Why?"

After struggling hard, he actually broke free from his companions' obstruction. He rushed out of the square formation holding the Bible in his hand.

"Jack! Damn it, who will stop him?" Lawrence was anxious. This was a good boy from his neighbor's family. He wanted to rush out of the square to rescue him, but he also knew the importance of discipline. It didn't matter if he left, the soldiers in the first row would definitely follow his action and scatter.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Jack roared without looking back.

"Oh God, call someone to stop him, where is he going?" Lawrence was about to rush out to pull him back, but was held down by four or five companions.

Jack walked out of the square formation and looked at the French cavalry who were still charging. He shouted hysterically: "We are strangers, how can we kill each other! Why! Why! Why are we killing each other!"

"How could we! Why would we kill each other, meow!"

He collapsed and threw his rifle and hat to the ground, but on this battlefield, compared to the sound of artillery and gunfire, his voice was too small and insignificant.

No one cared about his opinion, and no one knew why they were killing each other. Perhaps the Duke of Mewlington knew, and Lord Hay knew it too, but these soldiers really didn't know what they were fighting for.

Soon, he had no way to continue to torture the French cavalryman in front of him who was also born a cat. A knight in a shining breastplate galloped towards him, with the saber in his hand raised high, and chopped off his young head with just one blow.

The land was soaked with blood. He faced the direction of the phalanx, and Lawrence clearly saw that what was burning in his cat's eyes at the end was incomparable sadness.

(End of this chapter)