"It is true that the British were stronger than the Austrians and Prussians." Looking at the approaching British troops, Napoleon said to Augero.

"If it's a field battle, these guys can bring us a lot of casualties." Ogereau also nodded, "Look at it, after such a blow, if it was an Austrian, it would have been long ago to turn around and go home to find my mother." ”

"Austrians? In Valmy, a few hundred people died in just one round of shelling, and the remaining tens of thousands of people were frightened. If you look at the British, that's how they crashed into each other. Napoleon exclaimed.

"Fortunately, we are now in the driver's seat." Ogero said sincerely, "General, you told us before that in most cases, defense is a more powerful way of fighting than attack, but war must rely on attack to win. Therefore, a good general, even in offensive operations, should be able to seize the most critical moment on the battlefield, seize the most critical position, and then force the enemy to attack our army's solid defenses. Turn a strategically offensive operation into a tactical defensive counterattack. I used to think, how is this possible? Now that we think about it, isn't that exactly what we did? Now we are on the offensive side, but because we occupy a key position, the defending enemy forces have to leave the strong defenses and take the initiative to attack us. General Bonaparte ......"

Ogereo gave a thumbs up in admiration: "High, really high!" ”

Napoleon was naturally very proud when he heard this. He knew that O'Gereau was not a sycophant person, although this principle was not proposed by him, but what did brothers share with each other? Besides, Joseph is just talking on paper, and if this battle is replaced by Joseph, he may not be able to grasp this key. So he was actually very satisfied with his operation, and now that he was praised by Augereau, he was naturally even more proud in his heart. However, he didn't show any more expression on his face, but said: "Let's wait until this round of British attacks is repulsed!" ”

The British had approached the range of the shotguns, and the cannons on the forts began to switch to shotguns to shoot like the British. The lobster soldiers were knocked down in rows and rows. But the lobsters behind them were still lined up in a neat line, and they continued to approach at the same speed without firing a shot.

It's not the same as those bewitching sluts in Europe who take a few steps and shoot a shot, or play some kind of three-stage shot. The rule of the British Army has always been that we don't play those tricks, just go forward, until the gun in our hand can reach under the nose of the enemy on the opposite side, and then everyone comes with a salvo, followed by a bayonet charge, and takes away the sluts on the opposite side in waves. The British Army was not large in number, but in terms of combat effectiveness, it was indeed a notch higher than those guys that the French were familiar with before.

The British threw down a lot of corpses, but they came closer. An army that is brave enough will always make progress. As was their custom, they would approach a distance of more than ten paces, then stop for a salvo, followed by a bayonet charge.

But this time, the situation changed, and the British had just stopped and threw a large piece of stone-like stuff from the French. It's just that after these things hit the ground, they exploded violently.

This was the special weapon that Joseph brought Napoleon around - the grenade.

In fact, throwing explosives at each other in combat is nothing new. Earlier, there were people who did this. But at that time, the grenades they used were filled with black powder, and if they wanted to ensure their power, they had to make them big, and if they weren't strong, they wouldn't go out at all, and even if they were strong, they wouldn't be able to throw them far. If the size is so big that ordinary soldiers can throw it far away, then its power is really not much different from that of a big firecracker.

But Napoleon's soldiers did not have black powder in their grenades, but Lavoisier's new gadget, nitrostarch.

Digested starch is much more stable than nitroglycerin and requires mercury leilate to be effectively detonated. Of course, there is a problem with this thing, that is, the consistency of the product is more difficult to control, some nitrogenated starch is more powerful than TNT, and some nitrogenated starch is only half of TNT, so the power of each grenade is different. However, even so, the power of these grenades is not comparable to that of the old gadgets with black powder. In addition, Joseph frantically put prefabricated fragments on the shell of the grenade, so their killing effect exceeded everyone's expectations.

This round of grenades blew up a large row of the British who rushed up, and the British queue was completely finished.

Seeing this scene, Napoleon immediately gave the order to counter-charge!

"For France, rush!" The French troops, bayonets, rushed towards the British.

To say that there is still a clear difference between the French Army and the British Army in this era, that is, the British need a queue to fight effectively, while the French do not need a queue at all, the more chaotic the better.

This counter-charge knocked the British back. After repelling the British counterattack, the British quickly withdrew to Toulon. Napoleon judged that it would be impossible for the British to attack again at Fort Mulgrave in the short term. Now he could turn his attention to the ships in the port of Toulon.

Of course, it would take some time to fire the cannon at the port of Toulon, as the soldiers had to turn the cannons on the fort in a different direction and send more cannons to the fortress of Margrave, which would take time.

"Anyway, before dark, these things are not well prepared, why don't you just go and beat Lucien again!" Although he was in a good mood because he had just won a decisive victory, Napoleon decided to take on the duty of an older brother and seriously educate his younger brother so that he could know why the flowers were so red. Besides, if you hit a child on a rainy day anyway, you will be idle anyway.

But after all, Napoleon was already not too angry. Anger is like a storm, it comes and goes. In addition, Lucien was very good at running, and Polina was troublemaker, and as a result, Napoleon failed to fulfill his responsibilities as an elder brother.

By the next morning, the cannons in the fortress were all in place, and Napoleon gave the order to begin shelling the port of Toulon. The shelling continued throughout the day and did not stop until the port of Toulon was engulfed in darkness by night, which led to a significant reduction in the effectiveness of the shelling by the French. During the shelling of this day, more than a dozen ships were damaged to varying degrees. Hundreds of crew members were killed or wounded. What is even more painful than this is that Toulon did not have any means to fight back against the shelling from the fortress of Mulgrave.

"Toulon can't hold it." The Spaniards were the first to make this judgment, and then, after nightfall, the Spaniards abandoned their guard positions and intended to board the ship and leave first. Then they were blocked on the pier by a large battalion of the British - the British were getting on board! - When things can't be done, the British are always very good at retreating.

The British and Spaniards spent two nights and one day, braving the artillery fire of the fortress of Margrave, to withdraw from Toulon.

In fact, by daylight the next day, the British were already more than half gone. Davout thought that Napoleon would take the opportunity to attack and recapture Toulon, and he thought that by attacking at this time, he would definitely be able to attack Toulon and destroy all the invaders who had not had time to retreat.

Napoleon, however, vetoed this proposal. He felt that it was not cost-effective to attack the enemy's fortified positions when he had already won, which would lead to a lot of unnecessary casualties.

This reason convinced Davout. The only thing he was worried about was: will those traitors to the Motherland run away with the invaders?

"It's too late for the British and Spaniards to rescue themselves now, where is there any air traffic to control these traitors. Don't worry, they won't be able to run away! Napoleon said so.

The last of the boats were ready to leave the docks, but the docks were still full of people—the same people who had served the British in the royal party of Toulon, and now the English and Spaniards were leaving, and they knew that if they remained in Toulon, they would definitely be guillotined, so they ran here, hoping that the English father would be merciful and give them a chance to leave Toulon by boat.

Napoleon, who could see all this clearly from the Fortress of Margrave, gave the order: "Hit these guys on the docks!" Davout, you're ready to go into town! ”

Davout answered, and ran down. Napoleon continued to hold up the telescope to admire the results of the artillerymen.

A cannonball landed in the crowd at the pier, and a bloody alley suddenly flowed through the crowd. Many more jumped into the water screaming and tried to swim to the British boat.

Napoleon saw that a British officer shouted something to the men below, but they still swam towards the ship. The officer drew his command knife and shouted again, and smoke rose from the side of the ship—and the British soldiers on board began to shoot at the royal elements who swam towards them.

One by one, the royal party members were shot and sank. Napoleon smiled.

At this time, a man appeared in Napoleon's field of vision. The man took a breath, dived into the water, dodged the volley, and swam to the side of the British's boat, and then, like a spider, he climbed up.

"This guy has a good skill." Napoleon said, "It's a pity ......"

At last the man had climbed to the side of the boat, and he stuck his head out, as if shouting something, perhaps "God save my king," or something else. But it didn't matter, because in the next second, he had several more bayonets on his stomach, and then a few British soldiers threw him into the sea with a single force. This time, he sank and never floated again.

"This is the end of a traitor!" Ogereau, who was also watching from the sidelines, exclaimed.