At Lucien's urging, his men soon attacked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe French army, which had been in a calm state, began to advance on the battlefield, towards the front line of the fierce battle between the British and Russian armies.

The hills around make the road bumpy, blocking the army's view and making it difficult for them to move at will, so if you want to make a detour to the enemy flank, there are not many options to choose from. For this reason, the French marched in dense columns, as if they were troops participating in the parade.

The rapid movement of the French troops, naturally, did not escape the eyes of the people on the British command post, and they could not help but let out a small cheer. However, the attentive Marshal Raglan could naturally see that it was only the vanguard that was moving now, and calculating the time, the young adjutant should not have had time to pass on his plan to Marshal Tremier.

So, this should be the independent action of that Colonel Leflaire.

With this in mind, he couldn't help but feel even more fond of the French officer, because he did it clearly to help the British army in a bad state at the front.

The marshal, who was already dying, had been in a state of anxiety and excitement for almost half a day, and at this time he was close to collapse, and he only felt that his whole body was fluttering, as if he could fall to the ground at any time, and he finally mustered up the last of his energy, so that his fatigue was not fully revealed.

Let's hope everything gets better, or it's going to be a terrible day.

As if in response to the prayer in the marshal's heart, the war at the front took on a new twist.

The hussar brigade that had bravely launched a frontal charge against the Russian positions just now had been lost, and the only remaining people were weakly stuck in place, surrounded by the corpses of their companions and horses, and the blood spread a dazzling carpet on the ground, and the violent smell hit everyone's brains, making them even more dazed.

Because of the fierce galloping and fighting, they have exhausted all the strength of their bodies, and they are exhausted at this time, they are too lazy to wave their weapons, and they are not even too lazy to dodge the whistling bullets, and they are staring blankly at the surroundings.

It was not only the exhaustion of energy that made them so dazed, but also the surrounding scene, as far as the eye could see, there were corpses of people and horses everywhere, some of them were even mutilated, revealing their internal organs, and the blood-soaked ground stained the horses' hooves red, and the skin of many people red, and the most terrifying thing was that most of these dead people were their comrades-in-arms who spent time and night with them.

The comrades-in-arms, who were so alive only half an hour ago, have now disappeared from the world, and such a blow has made these brave soldiers stunned.

For Ensign Georges de Dielion, a young officer watching the battle from afar, the decisive charge of these men was a grand spectacle that he will never forget for the rest of his life, and this scene will be etched in his mind. And for these cavalrymen who have experienced all this firsthand, it is a crazy and bloody memory, and these bloody scenes will become nightmares that will haunt them for the rest of their lives. If they had to choose, they would have preferred that they had never had such an experience themselves.

Although the British cavalry had given up the battle, the Russians would not mercifully stop their attacks, and a large amount of artillery fire still poured down on these poor survivors, continuing to take more victims, but these exhausted and desperate bullet victims did not even scream, and fell to the ground in silence, as if they had been relieved.

If nothing else happens, such a whole brigade of light cavalry would have collapsed before the Russian front, becoming a sacrifice to death, and adding a tragic but poignant note to the military history of the British army, but fate has not completely abandoned these people.

After the light cavalry brigade launched an assault on the front line, the heavy cavalry unit led by Count Lucan himself also launched an attack on the Russian positions on the flank, because the light cavalry led by Count Cardigan attracted a large number of Russian troops, so they faced much less pressure on the opposite side, and soon broke up the Russian troops in front of them, and swept away the depth of the Russian army.

The unexpected attack caught the Russians off guard, but they quickly mobilized reinforcements to block the further attack of Earl Lucan, and the Russian soldiers who were struggling to support understood that as long as the British cavalry in the valley was annihilated, a large number of their own troops could be liberated to reinforce themselves, so that this group of cavalry suffered the same fate.

However, their wishful thinking did not come true, because at this time, another army joined the battlefield. This army was a small number, but in high spirits, they formed a dense marching column, and then swept along the uneven valley road at great speed in a direction parallel to the route of the light cavalry charge.

Their target was the hill on the left side of the valley, where there were a large number of Russian soldiers and a small number of Russian field artillery, and if they were repulsed, the light cavalry who were being slaughtered in the valley would face less pressure and could find a way to retreat under their cover.

After discovering the arrival of this army, the Russian troops on the hill were obviously a little panicked, and they did not expect that a French army would suddenly rush over and attack here. And just as they had approached their position, the French marching column readjusted slightly, and a large number of infantry, in loose formation, rushed up the hill and bravely rushed towards them, while on either side of them some stragglers covered the flanks and approached the foot of the hill with nimble steps.

The Russian soldiers, who had been firing at the cavalry indiscriminately, had to turn around and open fire on the French soldiers who had suddenly killed, but even though they had inflicted some casualties on the French, they could not stop their attack.

When the French forced their way up the hill under the onrushing artillery fire, they could finally easily open fire on the Russians, and in the fierce firefight, the Russian soldiers suffered heavy losses, although they had some improvised field fortifications, but in the face of the superior numbers and guns of the French army, this did not help them much.

Soon, these brave French soldiers rushed into the Russian positions, although the remaining Russian soldiers put up a desperate resistance, but their positions were eventually lost, and the remaining people finally had to retreat, and even abandoned a few field guns.

Soon, the French army set up their flag at the tip of the hill, which could not only be used to show off the exploits and victories of their troops, but also to point the British cavalry with a way to escape.

The commander of this force, Colonel Lucien Lefleur, stood on the hill and observed all movements on the opposite front. Although his men had just given him a victory, he still looked grim, for he knew what the price his allies had paid just now.

The French flag soon fell into the eyes of the remaining British light cavalry, who had been in despair and finally saw the hope of survival again. The courage and strength to act grew again in the body, and under the orders of the surviving commander, the Earl of Cardigan, all the cavalry still able to move, whether on horseback or on foot, immediately moved in the direction of the French position.

At this time, the French army did not stop their footsteps, they continued to attack the Russian front along the direction of the hills, which was not only to cover these cavalry and attract the firepower of the Russian army, but also to take advantage of this opportunity to further regain the previously lost positions and prepare for the allied army's full-scale counteroffensive later.

At last, the remnants of the cavalry finally returned to the position that the French had just conquered, and at this time, this spectacular and terrible military blind movement finally came to an end.

Lucien, who was in a complicated mood, walked down the hill to greet the returning cavalry, who were now in rags, blackened by artillery fire, or covered in blood, so that the originally bright uniforms had become very dull by this time; And these people were all grim, worried, and did not seem to have recovered from the terrible blow.

In just a few dozen minutes, this cavalry unit, which had been majestic and heroic, was now miserable, they had suffered very heavy losses, almost annihilated, and those who were fortunate enough to survive the terrible ordeal had completely lost the ability to fight. What makes people even more speechless is that their attack did not achieve commendable results, only a nightmare that accompanies a lifetime.

Even so, they are still worthy of admiration because they have done everything they can. As a soldier, Lucien admired their bravery and tenacity.

In silence, he walked up to Earl Cardigan, and patted him on the shoulder, in this way expressing his comfort and admiration.

The Earl of Cardigan only gave him a helpless wry smile in return, and then walked with his remaining men to the British positions in the rear, they were so tired that they didn't even want to talk to anyone anymore, but only wanted to rest and calm their already exhausted minds.

Lucien had them escorted away, and watched their backs until they disappeared between the hills and valleys.

In just one day today, he has seen two tactical performances of cavalry and infantry, although the protagonist has been changed once, but whether it is the Russian cavalry or the British cavalry, they have suffered huge losses in front of the infantry who are waiting for the battle, and in the end they can only return with a feather. And what blocked the charge of the elite cavalry of the Russian army was even just two rows of infantry.

All this may have proclaimed the sad fact that with the development of military technology, the firepower of the infantry has been increased to an unprecedented extent, so that the cavalry, which has always been imposing in the tradition, may no longer be the decisive arm of the battlefield in the battles between the great powers of Europe, and they can only exist as a troop that harasses the locality.

Lucien thought about all this in his heart, at this time he did not see the blueprint of the future war, but he already had a premonition in his heart that in the future, the artillery and guns on the battlefield would only be more sophisticated, and at that time the cavalry would be more and more restricted, and perhaps the existing art of combat would be completely changed, as a French soldier, he hoped that his homeland would be able to keep up with all these changes.

While Lucien was struggling to save the British cavalry from the Jedi, Field Marshal Treville, the commander of the French army, who had already received Marshal Raglan's plan, also issued an order to his subordinates to launch a full-scale attack on the French army from afar.

At this time, he was already full of confidence, because he knew that the morale of the Russian army had been exhausted by the strong resistance of the British army, and their troops had also suffered huge losses.

With the sound of the trumpet, the French troops threw themselves into the attack, and for a time a large number of soldiers poured in the direction of the Russians like a blue tide.

At the end of the left flank of the French offensive was a group of cavalrymen in shining armor, a unit of Guards cuirassiers, who had only recently felt the Crimean front, because they had not suffered the same setbacks as their predecessors, and because of the sense of honor and elite that came with being a Guard, their morale was very high, and they wanted to show their bravery.

And now, of course, they don't want to waste such an opportunity.

The higher commanders gave them the task of striking at the rear of the Russian army from the flank and finding a way to destroy the artillery positions in the rear of the Russian army. They didn't see what had just happened to the British cavalry, because they were all in high spirits.

Jérôme Bonaparte was one of these cavalrymen, and he was now dressed in his own uniform, his shining cuirass reflecting the light, and he galloped among his comrades.

The young man was very excited, he knew that he was embarking on a path to becoming a hero, and all his dreams were condensed in this moment.

He swore to himself that even if he didn't make it to the hero, he would stay on the battlefield as a brave warrior.

Because they were heavy cavalrymen who needed to store their horsepower, the speed of these cavalrymen was not fast, and they approached the forward position unhurriedly, but when they reached the edge of the Russian flank position, their speed began to increase.

The group of cavalrymen in shining armor appeared in front of the enemy in a dazzling manner, and as their speed increased, the light reflected by the cuirass began to converge, and finally formed a dazzling cold light......

"Boom!" The shells bombarded their way, but perhaps because of the small number of cannons, the artillery fire was somewhat sparse and did not bring much damage to the cavalry, who ignored the artillery fire and rushed forward.

When they came to a position extremely close to the enemy, these cavalrymen picked up the light muskets in their hands and opened fire on the Russian infantry, and the short gunfire turned into a tough response to the Russian army, taking away many enemy lives, and also making these cavalrymen more and more warlike.

After firing, the cavalrymen reined in their horses' heads and circled in a semicircle in front of the Russian formation, and then reloaded and prepared for the next round of attacks.

In front of the position of the Russian army, these cavalrymen repeated such tactical maneuvers several times, gaining the upper hand in the confrontation between the two armies, and also causing the Russian soldiers on the opposite side to be in chaos.

Soon, the Russian front began to loosen, and these cavalrymen saw an opportunity.

This time, they frantically urged their horses and rushed directly towards the Russian positions, and they wanted to end the battle with their sabers.

Among the charging cavalrymen, young Jérôme Bonaparte clenched his saber and stared at the face of the enemy in front of him, his teeth clenched and his eyes wide open, revealing a large bloodshot patch.

The hilt of his sword was already covered with sweat, but he didn't realize it, he only wanted to make the saber drink blood, to make his family's empire proud of him, to make ...... Let the goddess in your heart always remember herself.

The wasteland and the enemy in front of him had disappeared from their eyes, and everything had turned into nothingness, leaving only the light of the yellow and red countryside, the light of glory, the fruit of victory, waiting to be plucked by itself.

Come on! I must be a hero!

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud and dull noise burst into Jérôme-Bonaparte's ears, so loud that it almost made him deaf. And a tremendous force rushed upon him by the sound of a soldier, as if a soldier who was close at hand was pushing him violently, and in the face of this tremendous force, Jérôme Bonaparte suddenly found himself floating in mid-air.

Then, as if there was an invisible hand, the gravity transmitted by the earth, pulled him back to the ground, and the violent impact made him hear the soft sound of a fracture, but strangely, he didn't feel much pain.

Then, a heavy object fell from mid-air and slammed into him, causing him to almost faint, and with the last remnants of his sanity, he realized that it was the thigh of a horse.

Moreover, it was his own mount.

There was a fishy salty taste in his mouth, he subconsciously raised his hand, but found that his hand seemed to be a thousand pounds, so he could only raise it reluctantly, he slowly wiped the corners of his mouth, and then, a bright red appeared in his eyes.

At this time, the great pain was finally transmitted to his brain.

"Ahh He screamed, his eyes darkened, and he could barely see anything.

But, strangely, he still had no fear, only a sense of alienated absurdity.

How could I, a man born in the United States, run to Crimea, which I had never heard of a few months ago, on a war horse, in a military uniform, and be thrown to the ground?

A feeling bordering on absurdity welled up in Jérôme's mind.

Everything around him can't be seen clearly, but it doesn't seem to matter, everything seems to have nothing to do with him.

The eyelids weigh a thousand pounds, and the door to the eyes is closed.

In this absurd place, he fell into a deep sleep almost absurdly.