The Cape of Brun is located southeast of Toulon, at the foot of the Franc Mountains, and is the tip of the Franc Mountains that extend to the sea. It is a small plateau abruptly located next to the Bay of Toulon and guarding the gateway to the plain of Brunay in the eastern part of Toulon. And that Brenlei is located on this little high ground!

This is also the main source of confidence of the Carto general in his clever "three birds with one stone" strategy, as long as he takes the Cape of Brun, he can complete the convergence with more than 6,000 people of the partial division La Pope, further integrate the strength of the French army, and pose a threat to the Toulon rebels.

But this "smart" idea seems to ignore a major problem! That is, how could the French army bypass most of Toulon and get to the Cape of Brunn under the noses of the Franc Fort and the defenders of Toulon?

And this question is clearly not in the eyes of our painter-general, or rather, he never thought about it, he just threw the blame on Napoleon!

So Napoleon and Han Xing had to solve the problem, and the only feasible solution they could think of was to sneak over under the cover of the night and the woods. And that's exactly what they're doing!

"I say Napoleon, are you really sure that the defenders and the Française batteries in the city of Toulon will not find us?" In the night, a mature man in his thirties with a stubble on his lips, long black hair tied back into a loose ponytail, a black tricorne, a pair of bright black eyes, and a cold light in his eyes rode on a horse, carefully removed the wooden stick from his mouth, looked around suspiciously, and whispered to the shadow of the (shēn) wearing a boat-shaped hat on the side of (shēn). Obviously, this is our protagonist Han Xing.

"Rest assured, if they found us, we wouldn't have had a chance to get here! They should have discovered us in the plains! The shadow with the boat-shaped hat wrapped his trench coat a little tighter, yawned, and said, of course, Napoleon.

"Don't worry, we'll probably not be there until dawn! You should sleep for a while, too! Napoleon patted Han Xing's back and comforted.

"By the way, stop holding that stupid thing! It's true that you don't make a sound, but can you still hold it all night? Look at you, you're salivaing with this thing in your mouth! Napoleon pointed to the small wooden stick in Han Xing's hand and said disgustedly.

"It's not called a mouth, it's called a title! Title, understand? It's not a stick, it's called a stick! "Han Xing tried to explain to Napoleon the role and name of the thing in his hand, but unfortunately our Mr. Napoleon had already narrowed his eyes.

You can't sleep right away, at least you can't sleep to death, otherwise you will die if you fall headlong! (There are really people who fall from horses and die~ Surprised···· So in fact, the so-called sleep is just to close your eyes and take a breath for a while.

At this time, it was already autumn, and it had been a year since Han Xing left Paris and went to London, and he had been in this world for a full year! In the past year, when he thought that he had actually mixed from lieutenant to ensign, and the more he mixed up, the more he went back, Han Xingbu (jìn) smiled bitterly.

Xiao Suo's autumn wind brought a chill through the gaps in Han Xing's military uniform, and a few insects wailed in the breeze, as if to tell that Xia (rì) had not gone far. A few yellow leaves swirling from the branches of the trees are a sign that autumn has arrived. In the bright moonlight, Huang Ye seemed to be a ballet dancer on the stage, twisting gracefully (shēn) postures, and composing an elegy for summer (rì) with the sound of insects.

As Napoleon said, their journey went smoothly, perhaps because of the colder night, perhaps because of the cover of the forest, and they managed to reach the Cape of Burren at dawn.

It stands to reason that they don't need to spend so much time, but the artillery is inconvenient to move in the forest, and these big guys, who are already bulky, move like turtles in the woods, which is the main culprit that took them nearly a whole night.

"Fire!" As soon as he arrived, Napoleon's gray-blue eyes popped open, and he set up his artillery position in high spirits, occupying the high ground to the north, with the Franco Mountains in his back. As soon as he gave the order, dozens of artillery pieces began to roar.

The reason why the Buren Fortress in front of you is called a fortress is because its specifications are not up to the level of a fort, but it is just a civil fortification! The defenders were only a few hundred, and in the first round of shelling, the entire wall facing the north collapsed, and the defenders among them suffered heavy casualties, after all, at this point in time, they were still sleeping!

"Charge! For freedom! For the French Republic! To defend the fruits of the victory of the revolution! Obviously, artillery alone could not take the Bren fortress, so General Carto also gave Napoleon an auxiliary force of 4,000 men, including 500 cavalry. With Napoleon's brief pre-war mobilization, the infantry who saw the breached walls of Buren's fortress were greatly demoralized, and immediately rushed forward with their bayonet-mounted muskets.

There is no doubt that the French took the Buren fortress and captured the Cape of Buren at an almost negligible cost, and this was only the first step in Napoleon's plan! The real highlight was the erection of artillery on the Blen Fort, which began to bombard the British navy in Toulon Bay.

"Look, those Brits don't know anything about it! Their ship was quietly docked on the shore, defenseless! Napoleon looked at the English ships that were bathed in the same way, lowered their sails, and docked quietly in the Gulf of Toulon.

"Napoleon, there are quite a few of them! Aren't you worried that they'll fire back after the initial stunned? Han Xing took the binoculars from Napoleon's hand, looked at the ships densely packed with ports in the distance, and said worriedly.

Among them, there are many legendary main battleships, and the guns on the side are like a hornet's nest, row by row, one by one, and the black holes and holes sticking out of it make Han Xing's heart furious. Just a cursory point, this ship has dozens of guns on one side alone, and these dozens of guns on our own side are simply trivial compared to it!

"Don't worry, first of all, it's early morning, the enemy is probably still sleeping, this is still some distance from the city of Toulon and the bay of Toulon, and they are afraid that the sound of artillery just now will not reach their ears. Secondly, Toulon Bay is indeed a good deep-water port, but after all, the space is small, and it takes a lot of time for the bulky ships to react! Maybe maybe because of the lack of space, it was not possible to point the side at us! Finally, all the ships at anchor need to be anchored, and they mobilize the sailors and put away the anchors, and raise the sails in at least enough time for us to fire more than three times! Napoleon pointed to the largest ship and looked patiently at Han Xing.

"So, it's a good thing for us that they have more ships?" Han Xing asked in surprise.

"That's right! If they only had three or five boats, I wouldn't dare shell them, because if they reacted, we wouldn't be able to walk around! But now they are crowded, but they provide us with favorable conditions! Even the artillery doesn't have to worry about missing! Napoleon pointed to the large and small British warships in the Gulf of Toulon and said triumphantly.

It took about ten minutes for dozens of cannons to finally get into place! As the cannon sounded, a shell came out of the chamber and roared towards those huge big guys, and those huge, obviously targeted British warships were hit by shells from nowhere, and in an instant, sawdust splashed, and suddenly there were countless holes in the stern of the ship that was originally painted with wood paint, and one ship even caught fire directly!

From a distance, Han Xing could see that the red-clothed British sailors on the ship were shirtless, trying to extinguish the flames with their water-soaked jackets, or hurriedly beating water with wooden barrels, but it was just a drop in the bucket! However, before they finished the fire extinguishing work, the second wave of French shelling had already followed, and the high-speed rotating solid shells left holes in the deck and sails, and even a few unlucky sailors were hit by the shells.

And the three-masted warship, which was already on fire, directly produced a violent explosion because of this wave of shelling, first a small explosion in various local blocks, and the sailors on it hurriedly jumped into the sea. Almost as soon as they left the deck, a burst of fire burst into the sky, and the entire ship was engulfed in flames, and the flames from the explosion soared straight to a height of more than ten meters, and the entire deck was completely lifted by the power of the explosion, billowing smoke rose up, and the ship (shēn) was almost burned to an empty shell, and the crackling small-scale explosion continued.

The fire even spread to a few innocent "little friends" (shēn) in the vicinity, and several of the burning powder kegs were "sent out (shè)" because of the explosion, and they also exploded after a few seconds of gurgling in mid-air or landing on the decks of other ships, which can be called "time bombs". The flaming mast slammed into the sail of a Galen sailing ship on the side with a feeble scream, setting it on fire.

"It's even more enjoyable than watching fireworks! It's a pity it's daytime! If it's night, I don't know how hot this scene will be! Even a Hollywood blockbuster that has been shot with a lot of money can't shoot such a real explosion and fire! Han Xing looked at the burning and exploding British warship in the distance with an obsessive expression, and smacked his tongue.

The largest battleship was "taken care of", apparently, even ordinary gunners realized that it was the most threatening and targeted enemy, so nearly a third of the artillery fire was directed at it, and this huge heavy battleship was definitely the main force, and the effect of just one round of shelling was probably much stronger than the two rounds of dozens of guns (shè) on Napoleon's side.

However, with the left and right being obstructed by their own warships, and the sails almost torn into rags by French shells, this behemoth was caught in the middle by friendly forces and could not move.

This is the sorrow of a large ship, large size means large target, although it can carry more cargo and has more firepower, but it also represents the tragedy of 0 evasion, and now it is only shelled. So far, it can be said that the French army has the upper hand.

But the favor of the goddess of luck also came to an end, and the British navy began to retract anchors, raise sails, and sail into the open sea to get rid of this passive situation, and in the face of moving targets, the shortcomings of Napoleon's gunners' poor training were immediately revealed, and the third round of shelling had little effect.

In the end, with the exception of a few battleships that were on fire and declared "dead" due to ineffective salvage, most of the British battleships escaped.

"Stop firing!" Napoleon ordered the artillerymen, who were still going to continue firing. "They're out of our strike range!"

"It's the wind, damn it, it's in their favor!" Napoleon stretched out his hand, felt the direction of the sea breeze, and then waved his fist in hatred.

"And this place is too far from them! If it's Fort Mulgrave to the west, I'm pretty sure I'll leave that big guy behind! Napoleon pointed to the Mulgrave Heights across the sea, and looked helplessly at the back of the British Navy in the distance, his face full of unwillingness.

"At least they didn't find us!" Han Xing muttered as he looked at the British Navy in the distance, which had sailed away from Toulon Bay, leaving only a vague shadow of sails.

"They may not have had, but we've been spotted!" Napoleon smiled wryly and pointed in the direction of Toulon, where a red tide was rushing along the coastline, and the unique rhythm of the "March of the Grenadiers" composed of sonorous drums and crisp flutes was faintly heard in the breeze.