With great military professionalism, the hussar brigade under Count Cardigan was assembled in a short time and prepared to attack the enemy on the orders of Field Marshal Raglan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, compared to the usual exuberance and excitement, their atmosphere today is much more solemn, and it can even be said that it is a little tragic. Because they all know what they are going to face on the other side, and no one has any luck in their hearts, they just carry out this order according to the principles of soldiers, even if they know that they are likely not to survive the attack.

Earl Cardigan rode his horse behind the array, he did not want to say anything against his will to coax his men, and he himself was very suspicious of the marshal's order, but he reluctantly carried it out with a heavy heart.

As the minutes ticked by, the air grew hotter and hotter, the restless silence became more and more oppressive, everything seemed to be so silent, and although there had been fierce firefighting all around, it seemed that this place had suddenly been isolated from the battlefield, and there was nothing else that could impress this group of people who had put life and death on the line.

In the choking breeze mixed with the smell of smoke, the count, dressed in a splendid uniform and wearing a shining medal on his chest, raised his saber aloft.

"Attack!"

With his loud command, all his horsemen raised their sabers in the same way, and then the horses under their crotches also activated, and the air that had seemed to be still flowed again, and as the horses accelerated, they flowed faster and faster, and countless hooves trampled the ground frantically, making the wilderness tremble slightly, and let the thunderous roar resound between heaven and earth.

Gradually, because the speed was too fast, it was difficult for the human eye to see the figure of each cavalry, and they had converged into a blue-red torrent, condensing the individual into the collective of the entire army, and this cavalry had turned into a grand sharp knife, stabbing fiercely at the position of the Russian army on the opposite side.

When the fierce wind whistled in their faces, the men on horseback had put life and death on the line, and the sound of almost breaking people's eardrums screamed in their ears, it was the howling of the wind, it was the neighing of men and horses, and the whole army swept madly towards the opposite side.

Such a spectacular military appearance, in a trance, really gave them a little confidence, the troops they belonged to were so impressive and invincible, even if there was a strong enemy in front, how could they resist their own impact?

"Oh God, what's going on!" Marshal Raglan, who was observing the situation on the battlefield in the distant rear hills, shouted. "Are they crazy? I'm just telling them to regain their ground! ”

Not only him, but almost everyone here was shocked, and all of a sudden they lost their square inches. In their position, they are the ones who can see the situation most clearly, and naturally they are the ones who can best understand what kind of outcome such a charge can get.

At this moment, the marshal could no longer care about his honor, he quickly turned his head and shouted at his adjutant, "Go quickly, tell that bastard boy, stop their attack, stop immediately, don't go to death in vain!" And, while these fools are not dead yet, let them come back quickly! Just go! ”

It was rare for the marshal to speak so violently, so the adjutant was stunned for a moment. But soon he came to his senses, answered him with a loud voice, and at once turned and rode away, galloping towards the troops of the Earl of Lucan.

However, both he and Marshal Raglan himself knew that it was too late, and even if the order was conveyed to the Earl of Lucken, the terrible losses would become a reality, but even if they knew this, they still couldn't help but feel anxious, this is the main cavalry unit of the British army, how much pride and glory they carry!

The young second lieutenant Georges de Del Dieion, who had been sent by the commander of the French army, Marshal Treville, was also here at this time, and the British command was in a momentary panic, and no one had time to care about this young man, and he continued to observe the charge of the cavalry with unusual composure.

Under his watchful eye, the cavalry unit swept away and rushed into the opposite valley, which was covered by hills on both sides, and on these hills, the Russians had deployed a large number of artillery teams to concentrate their fire on the area below.

At first, the Russians were stunned and a little flustered by the roaring cavalry, they did not expect that the British commander would dare to let a lone cavalry charge directly at their front, so they did not make any preparations.

However, they were professional troops after all, and after the initial panic, the officers who were experienced in combat immediately came to their senses and shouted loudly to their men to be ready to attack.

Soon, the Russian army was in line to meet the attack, a large number of infantry was concentrated in front of the artillery team, covering the artillery positions, and on the hills on both sides, those Russian soldiers were also in full formation, ready to fire at these incoming British cavalry.

In today's battle, although the Russian army was very successful in the early stage, with a short and fierce assault to defeat the Turkish defenders in the front line and occupy the forward positions of the British army, but in the back has been frustrated, unable to break through the British line for a long time, suffered huge losses but did not get any progress, so the upper and lower hearts are holding their breath, and now, these reckless British cavalry have become the best object for them to vent the anger accumulated in their hearts.

The charging British cavalry, of course, could not know the thoughts of the people on the other side, who were now dominated by passion and fanaticism, and the howling wind convinced them of their invincibility.

Soon, they approached the Russian positions, and the British cavalry clenched their sabers in their hands, ready to deal a hard blow to the Russians......

"Fire!" At this moment, an almost uniform voice sounded from the frontal position of the Russian army.

These Russian officers strictly follow the operational regulations. The order to open fire was given only after the cavalry had reached the effective range of their rifles, and as they shouted loudly, a dense burst of gunfire rang out almost simultaneously.

The dense sound of gunfire heralded the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, and in the rising smoke, countless projectiles whistled towards the rushing cavalry, with terrible consequences.

The cavalry who rushed in suffered their first blows, and the wind that rushed in their faces had made their faces stiffen, but this time it was the claws of death that roared, and some of them were immediately shot in the body, and fell to their horses with a terrible howl, and blood burst into the air.

However, the bullets were only the earliest and gentlest blows they received, and just after the shots rang out, as if they had received some orders, the Russian flank troops and artillery, who had already been in strict formation, also opened fire immediately, so the bullets and shells fired from the flanks were sprinkled without mercy with a strength that was a little more violent than just now.

Almost in a matter of minutes, the place where the cavalry was staying was turned into hell, and shrapnel from bullets and shells flew in mid-air, inflicting heavy losses on the British cavalry.

Constantly cavalry fell from their horses, or horses fell in wailing, blood flew in the air, and finally formed a terrible red spot on the ground.

The firepower of the three-line flank attack has no dead angle to dodge at all, and the endless wasteland makes these cavalry have no shelter at all, and can only silently bear this terrible blow.

However, this terrible loss did not break the will of this army as usual, but stimulated the ferocity in their blood, and the cavalrymen who were lucky enough not to be hit did not care about their fallen companions and the wounds added to their bodies, and frantically urged their horses to rush forward, and even some of the cavalrymen who were thrown to the ground because their horses were killed also forcibly climbed up, and howled behind their comrades and rushed forward.

None of the British, who had already killed the red-eyed, no longer thought about returning alive, and before they charged, they understood what a terrible task they were undertaking, and they did not flinch then, and they still will not flinch.

In just a few minutes, the Russian army poured a large amount of artillery fire on these cavalry, and although it brought rich results, there was also a short gap before a new round of attacks. So, in this short interval, the remnants of the cavalry brigade charged the artillery in the upper part of the valley, and they braved the fire of the artillery to cover the artillery for a short distance, suffered new casualties, forced their way into the artillery position, and cut down the gunners with their sabers.

Their courageous performance surprised the Russian officers and soldiers in front of them, so much so that the Russian officers and soldiers in front of them actually subconsciously retreated, obviously having been frustrated by the British, but under the vigorous supervision of the officers behind, the loose formation began to stabilize again.

The artillery fire began to pour down on the British again, but because they had already broken into the artillery position, the Russian troops had a little more scruples, for fear of accidentally injuring their own people, because the intensity of the artillery fire suffered by the cavalry was a little less.

But of course, the calamity they faced was not the only one.

At this moment, a group of Russian lancers, who had already been prepared, suddenly charged at them from the flank, and these cavalry also swept in with shouts.

The lancers quickly rushed into the cluster of British cavalry, and then collided with each other hard, and the cavalry fought between them.

The save-wielding British cavalry and the Russian cavalry with mounted spears fought together, bursting into a short and fierce fight, just one of the Russian cavalry was cut off by the saber, and a British cavalryman was fiercely pierced into the chest and abdomen by the cavalry spear, and fell down in a scream.

Because they had just rushed into the enemy's position, the British cavalry had now lost its shock power, and now they were much inferior to the Russian cavalry. Therefore, although they were extremely brave and quickly fell to the upper hand in the face of these sweeping Russian cavalry, they were fearless and still frantically fought with the enemy.

The brigade commander, Count Cardigan, had lost his horse, but he stood on the ground with his saber and cried out to his men, and although the wound on his shoulder was bleeding from the shrapnel, he did not look in the slightest pain, as if he did not know that death was at his feet.

The brave British cavalry inflicted a greater blow than expected, and obtained greater results, but the manpower was exhausted after all, and they faced the enemy with absolute superiority in strength and firepower, in the fire network of shells, bullets and cavalry guns, one by one the British cavalry gradually fell, and there were fewer and fewer who could continue to fight, just like the flames gradually dissolved in the blue-gray iron wall, and each life became a sacrifice to the god of war.

Such a terrible scene all fell into the eyes of the command post of the British troops in the rear, some of them cursed hoarsely, some stared blankly at everything in front of them, and some closed their eyes in pain.

Whatever their reaction, they were confronted with the same fact that right before them, a brigade of British vaunted light cavalry had suffered great losses in the suicidal charge, and might never even exist as a combat unit in the British ranks.

Marshal Raglan was much calmer than the others, and although his face had become infinitely pale by this time, and although his hands were trembling slightly, he still retained the most basic sanity.

"Oh God, so many children died in vain!" He raised his one arm and wiped his face, "How am I going to go back to face their mother, how am I going back to face Her Majesty?" ”

He witnessed the whole process, and naturally understood that no matter what, he would be responsible for this terrible loss. Although no one would hold him accountable for this, he could not bear to suffer such a blow to his reputation.

His body swayed, and he was already old at this time, and he could no longer see the high-spirited appearance he had before.

However, after all, he is a veteran with a proven track record, and he still retains the last of his sanity under such a blow, and now no matter what, the loss has been done, there is no point in lamenting and anger, and what is needed most now is to solve the terrible problems of the present.

He jerked over to George's side, and then forced the plan into the young man's hand.

"Please hurry to Victor, let him attack according to this plan, and we will rescue the remaining children while there is still time!"

He wasn't sure he would be able to save a few, but it was better to do it than not to do it.

At this time, George, like the British, was watching everything in the distance with wide eyes.

However, the panic or grief of the British people is different, and he can stay out of the situation, and he has more experience of the grandeur and roar of the battlefield. His blood boiled when he saw it.

In these frantically charged, indomitable British cavalrymen, he saw the passion and beauty, courage and glory he longed for, and this was all he sought.

"It's so beautiful!" Young Ensign Georges de Del Lieion muttered to himself.

But soon, he knew that he had lost his words, and immediately reached out to take the map, and then added, "Unfortunately, this is a war ......"

Field Marshal Raglan didn't care what the young man said, he turned straight back, and continued to observe the movement of the front, while anxiously sending his heralds to the various units to support the poor cavalry.

At this time, in Lucien's command post, people were also watching.

They were equally shocked and deplored by what had happened in front of them.

However, Lucien was much more sober than the others, and he immediately came to his senses and shouted out to his men.

"Let's march! While it's still too late! ”

"But now the marshal has not given an order?" One of the officers hesitated and asked rhetorically.

"Don't wait any longer, I am the supreme commander here, and I have the right to deal with it on the spot! If we don't save them, they'll all be finished! Lucien replied aloud, "Marshal Trevier will definitely give us the same order, so we can't waste any more time, let's hurry up!" ”

"Yes, sir!" The officers hurriedly responded.