"Da-da-da... Da Da..."

The mouse is moving quickly in a small area, the keys on the entire keyboard have been rapidly beaten, and the mouse on the right hand and the keyboard on the left hand alternate with each other, as if it is a rhythmic piano, moving the countless dots on the screen quickly. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info are virtual soldiers, but inside the computer are living beings, they seem to be stiff and dull, but who knows that in that three-dimensional world, they may not be life?

This is a fierce collision that took place in the Great Plain of Ukraine, the decisive battle in which France faced off against Prussia and decided where the European continent finally belonged!

The smoke was filled, the artillery whistled within a radius of several hundred meters, tearing the air and shattering anything that stood in front of the hard iron ball, whether it was Franks or Prussia, almost all the troops were already in good standing, and after probing, began preparations for a large-scale collision.

On the frontal battlefield, seven or eight lines of soldiers on both sides are still entangled and tentative, and a piece of French artillery has already established an artillery position, shooting with the roar, trying to destroy the opponent's line formation to suppress the opponent's artillery fire, but in a short period of time, their own troops do not dare to move at all, because the cavalry of the opposing Prussia guarding the artillery can rush over at any time and wash away the scum of their own artillery like a flood!

Both sides had turned their attention to the flanks, and the French had their small-caliber moving artillery quickly supporting them, but in order to maintain the pressure on the frontal battlefield, they still ordered the privates to fire in advance, forcing the Prussians to also be unable to divide their forces to support the flanks.

The two 12-pounder infantry guns belonging to the right flank of France were being pushed by the gunners on wooden wheels and moved to a small hill more than 300 meters away as quickly as possible, trying to build an artillery position as quickly as possible, but the enemy's Prussian group of privates had already rushed up with smoothbore guns, and the four 3-pounder cavalry guns that had been used by France as fire support, although the horses were rushing towards this side with the artillery, it seemed that they were still too late.

In this battle on the right flank, Prussia invested at least four groups of troops, but their artillery was pinned down by French artillery, and the number was obviously not superior, and the artillery of the main French army, transferred to the right flank, was four more 3-pounder cavalry guns!

This is a light cannon, pulled by twelve horses two 3-pounder guns, although it does not have the firepower and range of a 12-pounder infantry gun, but on the battlefield it can ride a horse to pull the cannon and gallop quickly, as a fire support for the entire front is quite important, which is also high hopes of the French side!

However, due to the long line, the 24-pounder infantry howitzers in the distance needed to suppress the enemy's artillery, but could not carry out long-term and effective warp support, leaving only two groups of French soldiers to be quickly stretched into two long columns, and they had to use their lives to protect the slowly advancing 12-pounder infantry guns in the rear.

The bayonet of the muzzle has been inserted in advance, looking at the black tide that is walking neatly in front of them, even if they fall into a tragic bayonet hand-to-hand combat for stalemate, they must let the artillery position behind them be completely established!

Because they were facing Prussia, which can be called the number one power in the army, not only the purported but actually the strongest private - the Prussian private! Even if it's not that terrifying elite private, even if it's an ordinary private, it's still incomparably powerful compared to the soldiers of other countries!

But the French are not afraid, even if there are only more than 200 of them, but they will always have the glory of that once powerful period in their hearts! They once dominated the continent, and they had an army that could control the whole of Europe! They have created a new chapter in the war, and they have a French army that can rival any army!

Under God's guidance! With the encouragement of Jehovah and the Virgin Mary! Inspired by the cross that symbolizes God! The French can raise their weapons and go forward! Because they are fearless!

"Gun on the shoulder, enemy in front, fire!"

With the captain's fierce swing of the command knife, the rows have already been aligned, and the dark muzzles are condensed, and countless dazzling fires appear fiercely in an instant, which is also extremely dazzling in the sun, but then the smoke screen formed by the gunpowder is not fully burned, and it instantly fills the entire space, with the rich smell of gunpowder, which makes people can't help but be disgusted, but no one cares.

The thick smoke screen of gunpowder was still filling, the gray-brown mist had reduced the visibility around the surroundings, and a faint noise was gradually sounding, but the French soldiers on their side, who had stretched out in two long lines, were nervously and quickly reloading the flintlock pistols in their hands.

The Prussian privates in the distance were still marching to the music and drums, not caring at all about their teammates who were lying down with the round of firing just now, and the glory and ideals in their hearts supported them to continue to advance, and the slender smoothbore guns were firmly on their chests, and they were continuing to approach the front according to the orders of their commanders and the instructions of the standard-bearers in front.

Whether it is the enemy or their own privates, they all have a yearning for a better life in their hearts, as well as the affirmation of their own status as the main force of the regular army, they can withstand strong casualties, and even strong artillery bombardment, and will not collapse in a short time.

"Whoosh-boom-boom-"

Before the surrounding Prussian soldiers could react, they exploded within four or five meters of mid-air, scattering countless fine lead bullets and stones, and the inertia generated by the gunpowder explosion instantly formed several barrages, which swept through the enemy's four teams of advancing privates, and instantly swept down more than a dozen of them, and fell to the ground miserably.

In the distance, the 24-pounder infantry howitzer finally made a fire support here, because it was loaded with flowering shells, the scope and lethality of the explosion had already given good support to the soldiers who were waiting for them, and the black tide of lead shots that erupted from the crazy flowering shells also gave the Prussian soldiers a serious psychological blow.

"First column loaded! The second column is ready! ”

However, without waiting for the Prussian soldiers, who could already see their facial features clearly, to resume their formation, the commander of the French soldiers immediately grasped this hard-won artillery effect, and the command knife in his hand swung down fiercely in front again: "Gun on the shoulder, aim, shoot!" ”

"Bang bang-"

Another series of firelight appeared in the muzzle of the gun, and the lead bullets instantly tore through the air, easily bursting out a cloud of blood on the exquisite military uniform a hundred meters away, and the thick gunpowder smoke spread again, mixed with the smoke that had not completely dissipated before, but it was like a smoke screen, enveloping the entire front tightly.

"Ready, sortie!"

But before the smoke screen fell, black shadows slowly appeared, accompanied by the sound of horses' hooves hitting the earth, more than eighty French hussars wearing black exquisite cavalry uniforms appeared in the smoke screen, and their eyes began to speed up coldly.

The saber was instantly drawn out of its scabbard, and there was a neat sound of metal rubbing, and the majestic horses under the crotch of the cavalry had slowly moved their limbs forward with the legs of the horse's belly, and after passing the French soldiers who were quickly filling the gunpowder in front, the war horses under the crotch had begun to speed up the pace.

The saber stamped entirely of stainless steel, the extremely bright slender blade reflected the sunlight, the sharp blade cut through the smoke screen formed by the gunpowder, and the cavalry of a famous hussar looked as cold as the saber in his hand, just pursed his mouth tightly and rode forward, this is the prelude to the charge!

The keyboard was tapping rapidly, and the hussars had begun to unfold a certain charging posture as the mouse pulled over, the sabers had been raised high and diagonally upward, and one of the cavalrymen had leaned forward, looking at the rapidly changing infantry in front of them, they only had devotion to the Lord and a desire for victory!

"Hooray, France!"

The horseshoe trampled heavily on the soft earth, the French cavalry widened their eyes and roared loudly, they gasped for the air with the smell of gunpowder heavily, and their chests seemed to be ignited by the flames of war, they were proud and brave cavalrymen, even in the face of muskets and artillery, they also roared and raised their sabers and marched bravely!

Under the inspiration of the Lord, they are the most determined warriors, even in the face of the hollow phalanx that has been formed, the Senran bayonet that has been stuck in the groove, and the cavalry nemesis like a phalanx of spears, they are still roaring and fearless!

"It's up to you this time! It's this charge! ”

The 12-pounder infantry guns on the hill were already being erected rapidly, and the 3-pounder cavalry guns had been quickly pulled to important positions, and the mouse was moving rapidly, and in that screen, the two heroic teams of French hussars were wielding their sabers, and after a round of fire, they slammed into the hollow phalanx that had been lined up.

The miserable neighing of the horses, mixed with the roars of the cavalry and the sound of cold weapons entering the flesh, and the sound of shooting like popping beans rang out from time to time, and the mist of blood mixed with the smoke of gunpowder turned into a knot that seemed to condense into a knot that could never be dissolved.

Almost every moment the warriors of the hussars died, and they pressed the hollow phalanx into it with layers of corpses on top of each other, trying to break through the hollow phalanx entirely, but then the hedgehog-like Prussian privates with their bayonet sharpened smoothbore guns stabbed upwards and stabbed the brave French hussars upward.

They were destined to be victims, for with the rapid click of the mouse, the French privates with their muskets in their hands were rushing up quickly, and when they were close enough, they raised their deadly flintlock pistols in their hands.

The distance between them is only forty meters!

This distance is a powerful salvo for any private, a visual feast, and a scythe wielded by death! A regular private with excellent tactical guidance can burst out with a powerful lethality at a distance of forty meters against an enemy who is still in a little confused by hand-to-hand combat with the cavalry!

Although there were more than twenty remnants of the hussars in front of them, their cold muzzles were still aimed at the front, this was for the final victory, and when those cavalry charged head-on against the privates, they were already doomed to death...

This is the real battlefield, even if it is a game, what they need is the final victory, at this most critical moment, with the least cost to expand the results of the battle, even if it is their own people, they can also be sacrificed!

"Gun on the shoulder, aim..."

The commander's command knife had been raised high, looking at the Prussian private and the French cavalry regiment in front of him, his eyes flashed with a certain pity, but in an instant it was replaced by a firmness, he stared ahead, his mouth under the brown mustache had been opened, and the gold-encrusted command knife in his hand was waved down fiercely, and at the same time let out an angry roar: "For the Kingdom of France, fire!" ”

"Bang bang-"

"Bang bang bang-"

The lead pellet, which was actually quite soft in texture, was driven by the explosion and expansion of gunpowder, and instantly turned into a deadly black tide, and just behind this group of privates, a muffled thunderous sound appeared in an instant, the air was torn, and the devil's scream was spreading, and in front of them, rows of Prussian soldiers fell, and the flesh and blood were blurred!

That's a masterpiece of artillery!

But before they had time to wait for the next round of shelling, these French soldiers instantly raised their flintlock pistols with bayonets stuck in their hands and pounced! The bayonet reflected the sunlight clearly, and in front of them, the right flank of the entire Prussian army had fallen into a completely desperate situation, and this commotion of demoralization was gradually beginning to permeate the entire Prussian army with the rapid collapse of the right flank!

The victory of the Kingdom of France seems to be at hand!