The poor Austrian army was pursued by the French cavalry led by Han Xing on the open field, and the heavy hooves of the horses on the field made a thunderous rumbling sound, which seemed to beat the hurried little drum in the hearts of the Austrian soldiers, and they ran up the Minchio River, looking at the fortress of Mantua in sight, trying to escape into the place of hope.

It is a pity that two legs can't outrun four legs after all, and some of them are constantly harvested by sharp sabers, and before they have time to let out a scream, they have already turned into a corpse with a lot of anger; What's more, he was directly hit by the war horse and flew out, needless to say, the bones were broken, don't forget, the war horse is a big guy of hundreds of kilograms! Its impact is no less powerful than that of a high-speed motorcycle!

"It's so enjoyable!" When Han Xing successfully led the cavalry to trap hundreds of Austrian routs, and then let the telecommunications wander leisurely, leisurely wiping the blood on the blade of the Broken Heart Sword, another voice suddenly said excitedly in his mind.

"Louis XVI? What the hell are you doing? It doesn't seem to suit your style! Shouldn't you say something like cruelty? Han Xing was greatly surprised by this, this His Majesty Louis XVI was known for being a kind and gentle old man!

"You don't understand, in fact, (shēn) is a king, who doesn't want to make a career and expand the territory? It's a pity that as soon as I ascended the throne, I was in debt, and I couldn't even think of such a luxury as fighting a war (qíng). Louis XVI replied with an embarrassed smile.

"These are Austrians, your wife's mother's family!" Han Xing asked with a bit of a bad taste.

"Shh~ Mary is still sleeping, don't tell her about this!" Louis XVI suddenly lowered his voice. "It doesn't matter if he is Austrian or England, he is not French anyway! Italy, I've never seen such a beautiful place in my life! The homeland of the Roman Empire, you have to let me come out and see! ”

"It seems that even Louis XVI, a humble gentleman, had the ambition to punch England, kick Austria, and dominate the continent in his heart when he was young! However, the ideal is very plump, the reality is too skinny, the ambition dies before it is paid (shēn), and the entrepreneurship does not collapse in the middle of the road! The great cause has not been accomplished, and the head is almost gone! Han Xing teased Louis XVI's unrealistic dreams in his heart.

In the end, only 3,000 of the nearly 10,000 defenders of the Pont d'Accola fled back to the fortress of Mantua, and the rest were harvested or captured by the French, but these captives were of great use, and he learned from the ancient Roman generals almost everywhere, he would tie these captives with ropes, and then let them walk in front of them when entering the city, in order to show off his excellent military exploits.

In the morning sun, the water on the edge of the fortress of Mantua shè shè, and from a distance, the whole of Mantua looked like a square gift box wrapped in a blue ribbon decorated with gold dust, waiting to be opened by Napoleon.

The "future master" of this large gift box was leading the artillery to find suitable positions for the artillery, calculating the range and angle of the artillery in the fortress of Mantua, judging which positions were the dead angles of the attack, and arranging the troops in the corresponding places and directions.

"Artillery! Ready to go, aim, send (shè)! After half an hour of busy work, everything was finally ready, and the French army at this time had nearly two hundred and fifty artillery pieces, and in the battle of the Pont d'Acola just now, Napoleon had also successfully captured nearly twenty guns, all of which were first-class six-pounder infantry guns, and the effective range had reached an astonishing 1,500 meters, which was the most advanced killing machine of the present era.

Obviously, no matter how good an engineer is, he can't guarantee that his fortress will be impregnable, and it will take a lot of building materials and almost the same amount of time to make the fortifications as good as possible, even then. After completion, whether it can play the desired effect depends on the level of the user! For example, if the best sports car falls into the hands of a cautious middle-aged woman, what chance does it have to go out of the highway?

And Napoleon happens to be the nemesis of this kind of fortification, his knowledge of mathematics can be described as the pinnacle, and more importantly, if there is a discipline of "applied mathematics" in this world, if Napoleon thinks he is second, absolutely no one dares to call himself first! The average mathematician is good at using his brain, short on his hands, if you ask him to solve equations, he will, let him calculate the best angle of artillery, as well as the weak point of the fortress of Mantua, and he can easily give you the answer!

But if you ask him where the artillery should be arranged, what angle the artillery should be at now, and how it needs to be adjusted to get to the right angle, I'm sorry, a serious theoretical mathematician will ask you for a "protractor" as big as artillery, plus a roll of tape measures several hundred meters long, enough to extend here from under the city of Mantua! Hahaha~~~

Of course, this is not a shame for mathematicians, after all, even a mathematician like Chen Jingrun can miss out on going out to buy something. In the past, there was news that a university math professor could not do his grandson's elementary school math problems······ This is because mathematics is a gradual, level-by-level in-depth subject, and with advanced solutions, sometimes simple problems may not be solved, just like using a cannon to fight mosquitoes!

And Napoleon is the rising star in the world of "applied mathematics"! Not only is he proficient in mathematical theory, but he can also apply it in practice, and for him, he can know the approximate distance by visual inspection, and this result is often comparable to the real data. This is the result of his years of battlefield experience.

The city of Mantua and the 23,000 defenders inside thought they were safe, but they did not know that the entire fortress of Mantua seemed to be transparent to Napoleon, and he had already known the dead angle and maximum range of almost every cannon in Mantua, and arranged his artillery accordingly, so that they could almost certainly not make an effective return.

The French artillery began to fire one by one, and meteorite-like shells accompanied by bursts of fire and smoke came one after another, hitting the walls of the fortress of Mantua, leaving cracks and ugly depressions in the walls, and round, black iron balls falling from the sky could be seen everywhere.

These iron balls hit not only the walls and battlements, but also the artillery placed at the head of the city, these ugly metal giants were the only threat to the French army, and Napoleon set the target of the first wave of artillery bombardment at the head of the city in advance, in order to preserve the integrity of the walls of the fortress of Mantua, and to inflict maximum damage on the Austrian defenders and their cannons.

As a solid bullet pierced the sky, whizzing past a soldier (shēn) with the sound of breaking through the air, and just as he was about to exhale, the wig and hat on his head that had been crooked due to his hasty dodge, another solid bullet followed, and the battlement of the wall on his left hand turned into a large hole in an instant, and debris flew out, and he hurriedly covered his face with his left hand.

When he felt safe and put down the sleeve of his left hand, he was horrified to find that one of the cannons on his left hand had been overturned by the shell, and the cannon in the city had been pressed against the right leg of his companion on the side. The poor creature was crying hoarsely, "Help me, help me!" Move it away, move it away! My legs, my legs! ”

His right leg was bent at a strange angle under the weight of the fortress cannon weighing dozens of pounds. Obviously, even if someone treats him, he will only be able to be accompanied by crutches for the rest of his life! Unfortunately, no one could save him, and no one dared to risk their lives to save him at this time, and the whole city responded (dàng) to the screams of this black-haired bohemian boy, and all the soldiers who heard his voice felt a chill down their backs.

The entire fortress of Mantua trembled as the bullets struck, dust and stone chips flew through the air, and the Austrian troops could only hide behind the battlements at the head of the city, clutching their muskets in their arms and praying to God.

"More than two hundred and fifty cannons! This is truly earth-shattering! This time, Napoleon and Han Xingke learned to be obedient, they put the cannon (shēn) in front while they watched the cannon bombard the fortress of Mantua from a safe distance of two hundred meters.

"Yes! I'd love to see what it will be like when thousands of cannons come together! Napoleon was really in a calm state at this time, he was wearing the reins of a white horse wrapped around his crotch (sāo) in his left hand, and a blue gold-rimmed cloak (shēn) was draped in his hand, and the corner of the cloak was dragged by him to the mouth (xiōng), as if it were the robes of an ancient Roman consul. The only fly in the ointment is that he did not wear the blue and white military uniform of the 1 (shēn) logo (xìng) at this time, but a gorgeous military uniform in black (shēn), which looked like a Renaissance Italian nobleman.

"Come on, a thousand doors? I'm afraid that there is no end in sight for thousands of doors! How big does that have to be? Han Xing said with a black line on his face, he imagined the scene for a while, and felt that his eardrum was hurting, and the battle in front of him was about to kill him, not to mention thousands of doors?

"Not necessarily, if I arrange the artillery in a zigzag pattern, one in front of the other, and make sure that the artillery does not interfere with each other by dislocation, I think it's okay!" Napoleon drew a sketch on paper, as if countless "WWs" were connected together.

Under the destruction of more than 200 artillery pieces of the French army, the only breakthrough of the fortress of Mantua, the cracks in the southeast wall began to increase, deeper and deeper, and the gaps became larger and larger. Eventually, an area in the east collapsed completely, and large chunks of stone fell from the walls of the city, carrying hundreds of unlucky soldiers who fell from the city with screams.

The bad news is that, with the strength of their (shēn) body, this is certain death; Even if you are lucky enough not to die, if there is no one to rescue you within an hour, you will definitely die! The good news is that if there are stones to bury, there is no need to bother digging graves and erecting monuments for them, they have already successfully buried them!

"Charge!" The French army began to charge, and it was the Devil Terminator under Han Xing's command who stood in the front.

"These monsters aren't going to escape from hell?" Napoleon looked at the Devil Terminator with heavy footsteps, like a galloping elephant.

"No, they're mummies I found in Egypt! A kind of resurrected corpse! They used to be the Pharaoh's elite guards, so they were all (shēn) of good caliber and excellent physical fitness! Han Xing had already figured out a reason to deal with Napoleon.

"They do look a bit like Orientals!" Napoleon looked at the Middle-earth faces of these devil terminators, and nodded slightly in agreement.

"That's not right! If the pharaohs had such invulnerable troops, how did Caesar and Alexander the Great conquer Egypt! Napoleon immediately found the biggest loophole in Han Xing's impeccable lie and threw out a fatal question!

"They're sleeping! They were the bodyguards of Pharaoh Khufu, and after Pharaoh Khufu's death, they were taken into the pyramid to guard the Pharaoh's tomb! Among the many Egyptian pharaohs, Han Xing also knew about this old man Khufu, so he had to use his name! So it's good to say that the pyramid is built big enough, at least after 5,000 years of precipitation, we can still remember his name!