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Chapter 176 The Destruction of the Empire

Mewlington held the brim of his hat with one hand, staring intently at the developments on the battlefield, his lips moving slightly.

The current situation between the enemy and us on the battlefield is not very clear. Fortunately, Ney's attack this time seems to be carried out by cavalry alone, and no infantry cooperation was found.

This made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"General Lambert requests reinforcements!" the adjutant behind him shouted.

Mewlington did not even turn his head, but kept holding the brim of his hat and replied loudly: "I can only give my best wishes to General Lambert!"

Good man, are you really going to give General Lambert all the support except help?

I guess General Lambert has to greet the Duke of Mewlington's entire family on the battlefield now.

At 6 pm, French Marshal Ney finally led the remaining troops to retreat, and the French army captured the La Haye Sainte farm, which was heavily defended by the British army. This was a strategic location, and both sides of the battle firmly believed that whoever controlled the farm would win the final victory.

Behind the French position, Napoleon learned the good news through his adjutant's report. He said to Marshal Soult with great joy: "Soult, write a letter to Paris immediately and tell them... Look at what time it is now?"

At this point, Napoleon realized that he didn't even know what time it was.

Marshal Soult took out his pocket watch, checked carefully and replied, "About six o'clock, Your Majesty."

The wind howled, raising clouds of dust, and even blew Napoleon's hat to the ground. He put his hands in front of his face and shouted, "Tell them that we defeated Mewlington's army at six o'clock!"

"And," he added, "we won the battle. No, tell them we won the war!"

On the other side of the British position, the Duke of Mewington's adjutant also saw the battle situation through a telescope. He reported with a little sadness: "Sir! The French army has captured La Haye Sainte Farm, and the tricolor flag has been raised!"

The Duke of Mewlington put down his cat paws with slight trembling, pursed his lips twice, and said nothing.

"The farm has fallen, sir, we can't stop them." The adjutant reminded him. Even though he knew that Duke Mewlington was in a bad mood, he still had to report it. After all, he had to make the decision on everything. Whether to continue fighting or retreat was up to the commander-in-chief.

Mewlington's sea-blue eyes were full of melancholy. He said to a general wearing a tall bearskin hat beside him: "It looks like, Ebridge, we are losing this battle."

Ebridge remained silent, not knowing what to say to comfort his marshal. After a while, Mewington murmured and sighed to the sky, as if praying: "God, please give me another night... or give me Blücher..."

Catherine, who was not far away, asked in a low voice: "Are we going to retreat? Is there a change in the timeline?"

"No." Louis pinched Catherine's shoulders confidently: "Don't worry, it's not over yet."

On the French position, Napoleon looked at the battlefield in the distance and began to struggle with his conscience.

[Now, we just need to let the Old Guard advance, and then we can go straight to Brussels.]

After some hesitation, he finally made up his mind and ordered the Old Guard to prepare for battle.

The Old Guards are the most elite troops in the entire Miaolanxi. Most of its members are veterans who have participated in at least twenty large-scale battles and served in the army for at least twenty years. Their average height is 1.85 meters. They have gorgeous uniforms and sophisticated weapons. The neat rows of soldiers are all strong and brave. The veteran company is full of soldiers with missing limbs, and some of them are even slashed by bayonets like zebras.

This unit has extremely high morale and organization. Through long-term high-intensity training and multiple experiences in actual combat, they have developed the spirit of "never giving up." Their spirit of never surrendering is as grand as the momentum of shouting "Long live the emperor" during a charge.

The leading troops carried an elaborate banner with the names of the places where they had fought: Marengo, Ulm, Austerlitz, Jena, Eylau, Friedland, Essling, Wagram, Smolensk, on the Moskva River, Vienna, Berlin, Madrid, and Moscow.

This is not only their glory, but these battles have also made them famous.

Napoleon wanted to follow the Old Guard, but he had to retreat under the strong request of his generals.

At this time, the Duke of Mewlington was washing his face. After repeated urging from Elbridge, he finally made a decision.

“I’m giving up my left wing.”

"Your Excellency?" Elbridge asked in disbelief.

"I want all the remaining people to come here, here!" Mewlington ordered firmly, and the hair on his face trembled with the movement.

After saying that, he leaned over again, scooped up a handful of water, put it on his face, and then stood up and ordered, "Let them come here! Every brigade, every battalion, every soldier, come here!"

Then he patted Elbridge on the arm and said, "Go and assign every gun to them."

"Yes!" Elbridge turned and ran to pass the order.

After he left, Meowlington was wiping his face with a towel. Behind him, a general wearing a bear-skin hat rode up on horseback. His right hand was wrapped in a not-too-thick gauze, probably because his cat's claw was slightly injured.

"My men have been reduced by 50%! Meowlington!" He shouted angrily. When he saw Meowlington turned around, he softened his tone: "But they are still holding on!"

"If Marshal Blücher doesn't come, they will break every bone in my body!" Mewington handed the towel to the person next to him and made a cold joke.

"The general also knew that he couldn't push the commander too far, so he quickly stretched out his cat's paw and spread it open to reveal a few strings of edamame: "Very delicious beans, Meowlington."

"If there's any area in this world that I know nothing about, it's definitely farming." He took the two beans and answered without thinking.

At this moment, the British army suddenly became restless and agitated.

"What's wrong? Why are you panicking?" Meowlington asked with a frown.

"Your Excellency Marshal, listen!" Lawrence reminded nervously.

He listened attentively, and the beans in his hand fell to the ground with a plop.

"It's the Old Guards! The Old Guards!" There were soldiers in the army who had fought against the Old Guards before. Their courage almost instantly plummeted, and they began to whisper to each other. An uneasy atmosphere spread rapidly in the army.

No one thought that their team could compete head-on with the Old Guard unless a miracle happened.

Not far away, the solemnly-mannered Old Guards were marching towards the British position at Mont Saint-Jean, accompanied by their own march, "Victory Belongs to Us".

Meowlington cursed impatiently, "Marshal Blücher, where the hell are you..."

Just when he was gritting his teeth in anxiety, a black army suddenly appeared in the woods far away from the battlefield.

"Look over there! Sir!" Louis knew that Blücher should appear at this time. In order to save Mewlington's mentality, he patted the latter on the shoulder and pointed to the woods in the distance to remind him.

By the way, I handed him a telescope.

This time the distance was closer, and Meowlington was finally able to see the other person's clothes clearly.

"It's black... It's black! Oh my God, it's Marshal Blücher! I love him so much!" Mewington shouted excitedly: "Come on, our reinforcements are coming! Marshal Blücher is here with his troops!"

The originally gloomy atmosphere in the army was swept away at this moment. Only a miracle could help them to fight against the Old Guards? Look, a miracle is here, isn't it?

In contrast to the jubilant atmosphere in the British position, there was deathly silence in the French position.

A horse galloped up and reported loudly: "Your Majesty! The Prussians are in the woods! Blücher appeared in the woods!"

Napoleon was stunned for a moment, and said to himself in pain: "I made a mistake before, I should have burned Berlin!"

Walking back to the tent, he sat down on the chair tiredly and murmured: "Okay, okay, we still have hope. As long as Grouchy launches an attack, everything will be fine..."

"My Lord..." Soult stammered, "Gruchy, Grouchy..."

Napoleon raised his eyes and looked at Soult, only to find that the latter had his mouth open and could not utter a word.

"Gruchy said he couldn't lead his troops here because there wasn't enough time," General Duvalle added quickly.

Napoleon was stunned for a moment, then he stretched out his hand tremblingly, took off his hat, and whispered, "Those whose names are called will stay: Soult, Doyle, Drouot, and Cambronne."

When everyone left the tent, Napoleon suddenly exploded. He shouted: "That was my order! It was an order for Grouchy to come to support! Who the hell is he! How dare he even challenge my order?"

"So the situation has come to this point. The entire command system is fooling me! All these generals put together are nothing more than monkeys, vicious scumbags with no value in existence!"

"Your Majesty, I cannot tolerate the fact that these are soldiers who have fought for you..." General Duvalier spoke at a speed comparable to that of the contestants singing Allegro Nicholas the next day, with rapid speech and clear pronunciation.

"Just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp! Traitors and dogs!" Napoleon roared.

"My Lord, what you said is too harsh!" "They are not generals at all. They are endangering the entire Miaolanxi nation. I am so angry!"

Napoleon threw his gloves on the table.

"The reason they call themselves generals and marshals is simply because they have spent enough time in the military academy, held the blade, and only learned how to eat and fatten up! For so many years, you have only been holding me back, meow!"

This is not wrong. Without mentioning others, just take Ney as an example, he has experienced many times the wind and waves.

Now, Ney not only did not obey Napoleon's order to go to La Haye Sainte Farm to expand the victory, but instead led eight battalions of the Guards to attack the British headquarters where Mewlington was located.

Compared to this, Shuirenbo Highlands is just a white lotus.

"Eight hundred years ago I should have caught these traitors and killed them one by one! Learn from Justinian!"

Indeed, Justinian was so cruel that he could kill Belisarius, such a victorious general, just like Liu Yilong killing Tan Daoji.

Napoleon was also tired after shouting here. He sat down exhausted, pounded his chest, and whispered: "I am such a great man. I have always relied on myself, but I have dominated the entire European territory..."

Not to mention Napoleon who was still furious in the command post, Blücher's troops at the edge of the woods had already come out in full force and formed neat rows.

As for Blücher, his other strengths are not obvious, but there is one thing that stands out.

That is, this person always appears in the right position at the critical moment.

"Hold high the black flag, children! No mercy! No prisoners!" Black Cat Blücher had a resolute face, and his pale beard was dancing as he spoke: "I will shoot anyone who shows mercy to the enemy!"

He took off his hat and shouted, "Forward!"

Accompanied by rhythmic drum beats and marches, the Prussian army marched forward quickly.

When approaching the French army, Blücher knew that Mewington could not hold out for long. He took off his hat and threw it on the ground, shouting: "Charge! Charge! My children!"

The Prussian Death's Head Cavalry received the order and began to charge at full speed, like a sharp knife, straight into the flank of the Old Guard.

Mewington also saw the Prussian cavalry galloping. He excitedly shouted to the soldiers hiding in the grass on the hillside: "Now! Stand up! Get ready for battle!"

The rain of bullets from the side caught the Old Guards off guard. But they were still the Old Guards after all, and they were still marching forward with determination.

"It's Grouchy! They're coming!" Someone shouted excitedly at the sound of cavalry hooves.

Immediately someone shouted: "No, it's Blücher! It's all over! The Prussians are coming!"

The Old Guards began to hesitate, and heavy artillery fire began to hit them head-on. Coupled with the charge of the Prussian cavalry, even the Iron Army could not withstand such a pincer attack, and they gradually began to show signs of collapse.

Ney shouted angrily: "Have I reached the point where I have to fight alone? Charge with me! Are you still French? Stand with me!"

"The Prussians are coming, sir!" shouted a Guards soldier.

The battlefield was so noisy that few people noticed Ney's actions. The Prussian cavalrymen, riding tall horses and wearing high-topped military caps embroidered with skulls, kept charging into the crowd. With the support of British artillery fire, the Old Guards had been scattered to the point where they could not disperse any further.

Ney pulled the soldiers one by one and shouted loudly: "Don't you know me? I am Ney! The Marshal of Meow Lanxi! If we hold on for another hour, we can defeat them! Are you still the Guards?"

The last sentence completely brought back the glory of the Old Guards, and they began to gather around Ney to fight against the double-pronged attack from the Prussians and the British.

On the French front, someone shouted: "The Old Guard has been defeated!"

Napoleon turned his head in disbelief. He could never have imagined that the Old Guards, whom he had always placed high hopes on, would one day fail.

He sat dejectedly on the ground, his eyes gradually becoming firm.

Napoleon drew the sword from his waist and walked forward with a firm expression.

"What are you going to do, my Majesty!" Surt was shocked and ran over to ask.

"I want to stay with my Guards!" Napoleon replied.

Soult quickly called on his generals to confiscate Napoleon's weapons and carried him backwards despite his struggles.

"Let me go! I am the emperor of the Meow Lanxi Empire! I should be with my soldiers! If I have to die, I want to die on the battlefield, with my soldiers! Let me go!" He struggled in vain, but the generals beside him had no intention of letting him go.

In this way, Napoleon was carried away from the battlefield by his generals.

On the hillside of Mont Saint-Jean, seeing that the situation was settled, Meowlington, who had relaxed, smiled and joked to Ebridge beside him: "Ebridge, if I had ever seen 30,000 people running together before, I would probably be scared to death."

"Push the entire front forward!" he ordered.

"Which way, my Lord?" asked Elbridge stupidly.

Mewlington looked at Ebridge as if he was a fool, and pointed at the backs of the British soldiers charging in front of him with a smile: "Of course, keep moving forward, without a doubt."

The atmosphere of joy was contagious, and the entire British military high command was filled with warm smiles.

Standing behind them were Louis and the other three. Catherine seemed to be in a good mood, perhaps because she had won, or perhaps because she had adapted to the cruel battlefield.

She looked at Louis: "The war is about to end. I didn't expect the Prussians to come so timely. You know, I thought we were going to lose just now..."

"The battlefield changes rapidly. No one knows which side will win until the last moment." Louis put his arm around her shoulders and looked down at Chromie: "Is this the end?"

"There's only one step left." Chromie replied in a low voice.

The battle on the battlefield was gradually coming to an end, and the roar of artillery fire drove the remaining French soldiers together.

"Form a square and hold on!" Ney ordered loudly in the center. The Old Guards also obeyed the command, and the last two hundred people formed the last hollow square.

People kept falling to the ground under the British army's guns, and gradually, the Old Guards used up their last bit of ammunition.

The adjutant on horseback looked at the tragic scene in front of him and said in a low voice: "We are slaughtering people, Your Excellency the Duke."

"I pray to God..." Meowlington looked ahead with sad eyes: "-This is the last battle I will command..."

The British cavalry gathered from all directions and surrounded the Old Guards like an iron barrel. After everything was ready, the adjutant held a white flag, rode slowly to the front of the French army, and shouted loudly: "Brave French! You have done everything you can, Duke, the Duke of Mewlington asks you to save your lives, do you agree to surrender?"

Every soldier of the Old Guards was wounded and exhausted after the long battle. Some of them even had to lean their rifles on the ground to barely support their bodies. Others supported each other with their comrades, but no one showed a weak expression. They looked at the adjutant who was trying to persuade them to surrender with a firm look, without showing the slightest sign of weakness.

Afterwards, the remaining soldiers burst into thunderous shouts.

"The Old Guards would rather die than surrender!"

Catherine's hand holding Louis' arm suddenly tightened, and when Louis turned around, he saw her nervous face.

"Oh, no--" She wanted to stop Mewlington, but then put her hand down dejectedly.

The destined outcome cannot be changed.

Meowlington was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, hesitated again, and waved forward.

The cavalrymen who received the order dispersed, revealing cannons loaded with buckshot aimed at the French squares.

"Fire!"

The cannons roared, deafening the ears, and thick smoke enveloped the place where the French army had assembled. When the smoke cleared, there was no one left standing there, and they all fell in a pool of blood.

The sound of the system also rang in Louis’ ears.

"*Mission accomplished..."

Louis was shocked. I didn’t remember accepting the mission?

(End of this chapter)