Chapter 291: The Final Battle

Both fantasy and the Soviet Union have been edited and reviewed. Probably after the National Day, that is, the book will be released on the 8th of next month, in order to ensure that the two new books are updated, the manuscript will be saved during the National Day. (If the final review and editing of the Soviet Union can be passed, the book will be opened.) )

The last calm in Egypt was finally broken.

The French army was advancing, and the war was going on.

After successive setbacks in the British attack, demoralization and a change of commander, the French made the bold decision to cut off the British nest and end the Egyptian campaign.

In fact, Napoleon also felt a certain threat, and the situation on the west coast of France was precarious, and the Egyptian question could not be delayed, and he did not have the energy to fight on two fronts.

As for the colony, this kind of thing is still very open, as long as it is not a nerve-wracking world war, France can still maintain its status as the world's second colonial empire, as for the British, if they lose, they are waiting to be divided between the wolf-like Berlin and the cunning Paris.

The silence of the night was broken by the dense gunfire.

The original tug-of-war situation was broken through a gap by a surprise force in an instant, and the sluggish British, like their prime minister, confronted the main force of the French directly before they understood what had happened.

The bayonets shone coldly above the moonlight, and they all pointed to their final destination, Alexandria.

There, the defeated British army was just gaining a foothold and preparing to regroup for a counterattack. Napoleon, however, took a preemptive strike and took the lead in charging the British army.

The British did not show the attitude of war from the beginning, but the French were desperate to take Egypt, and there would be absolutely no compromise or concession.

The urgent mobilization of troops from the colonies prepared to take the last positions of the British in one fell swoop and put an end to the strife in Egypt.

Ready to attack, Napoleon launched a final charge towards Alexandria with a thunderous force.

The British soldiers on the front line fell asleep by the foxholes, and although they dug trenches in some way, they only wanted to prevent a counterattack by the French army, and in fact they would attack the French army as soon as it was dawn.

During this period, the British tried to break through the line by various means, but the French trenches became an insurmountable chasm, and although there were several brief changes of hands in the process, they eventually returned to the French.

The soldiers who were napping in the foxholes suddenly woke up, and they cautiously poked their heads out, fearing that they would be swept away by the French machine guns. But what they saw was a different scene.

The French soldiers, who attacked the British, rushed out of the trenches and advanced in the direction of the British troops, facing the bullets and artillery of the opposing side, charging forward.

British soldiers who had not undergone weapons reform were like backward arquebuses against advanced rifles, and only had a tragic end.

Remopters were purchased from the United States, far less than the enemy's Maxim harvest. The bravery of the French army was also beyond the imagination of the British army, and in the smoky night, they vaguely saw a figure that was not too tall, riding on a white horse and directing the soldiers to attack forward.

Under the faint smoke of gunpowder, even the moonlight gradually became blurred, and with the artillery fire that fell on the position from time to time, it seemed that those who hung up their bayonets and advanced did not seem to be real people, but ghosts from the underworld who drilled out of the pyramid.

Some timid British soldiers discarded their rifles on the spot and ran back in a panic. Get out of this nightmare scene.

The soldiers of France marched forward step by step under the call of that demon.

Fearless.

Like the war knights of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

George was still asleep when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps. He quickly got up from the bed, and then saw the adjutant desperately open the door to his room and walk to his side.

George was very dissatisfied with the adjutant's behavior, and he was about to open his mouth to accuse the other party, but the other party gave him shocking news.

"The French have torn through the line and are now coming towards us, and Napoleon's goal is not to counterattack, but to plunge a cavalry directly into the heart, which is almost impossible to resist their attack."

George hurriedly got up and began to get dressed. It was not unheard of such a risky military operation, but it was the first time he had seen it as bold as Napoleon to take the command.

"Does he want to hit Alexandria in one night? What about the rest of the troops? What are you doing? ”

"Because the enemy attacked so quickly, everyone was broken through the line before they could react. Now the British and French troops on the front line are entangled, and we have lost contact with the large forces. ”

George frowned, he wasn't scared. On the contrary, he should not be afraid, even if you French have a strong army, the British have a fleet as a Mediterranean power, and if he wishes, he can call back this fleet at any time to strengthen the defense line of Alexandria.

"And bad news, General George."

The adjutant's next sentence did not bring relief to the commander of the British army, but dragged his heart directly to the bottom.

"Our Mediterranean fleet is now blocked by the French fleet and cannot get close to Egypt. So we can only save ourselves for the time being. ”

"What?"

The Duke of Cambridge turned his head abruptly, and walked to the window, but the port of Alexandria was silent at this time, and there was not a single sign of a ship.

Not to mention the ironclads and battleships that could save the British GIs.

"Damn, damn it, are these British navies waiting for us to die? It's just that they are allowed to cooperate with the artillery attack, and they dare to treat our army like this! I want to rebel! ”

"What should we do now?"

The adjutant was at a loss, and now the whole army was waiting for the Duke of Cambridge, the commander, to come up with an idea, and the enemy's desperate charge would soon rush to the city of Alexandria, and he did not want the Supreme Commander to lose anything.

By this time, the Duke of Cambridge was completely sleepy, and he said to the adjutant, "Hold on, we can't let them continue to break through our defenses." Tell the guys in the staff first that they ordered the whole army to hold on and not allow the French to go any further. They were now alone in the depths, and it was impossible to capture the port of Alexandria. When the day comes, it will be the time for our British army to counterattack! ”

As soon as the words fell, the people in the staff also received a report from the front.

"The German troops stationed in the Suez Canal have also begun to attack us!" 10