At dusk, the artillery at the head of the city of Mantua finally roared in unison, which was the signal agreed by both sides, as long as the fortress of Mantua opened fire, it means that they are ready, and both sides will attack at the same time, flanking the French army in front and rear.

The entire Austrian array began to advance towards the French army little by little, and after about ten minutes, the distance between the two sides was shortened to within two hundred meters, and the French skirmishers occupying the high ground had already begun to attack (shè). The line infantry merely assumed a posture of aiming and entered a state of combat readiness. Solid catapults (shè) continued to fly into the Austrian array, and there was a constant wail everywhere they passed, but the Austrians continued to advance.

There is no way, (shēn) is a line infantry, the best range (shè) is 150 meters or even shorter, beyond this distance, the lethality and accuracy will be greatly reduced, the closer the better. Marching with damage was their choice out of desperation. What's more, their task now is to hold back the attention of the French army in front of them as much as possible, and buy time for the defenders of Mantua to go out of the city to meet the war!

Finally, the Austrian army had entered the range of one hundred and fifty meters, and as soon as they had time to take aim (shè) the French muskets had already begun to align, and gusts of gunpowder smoke rose from the French array, and the sound of gunfire was incessant. The Austrian line infantry in the front row fell in response, and their beige uniforms instantly had bright red plums. As their corpses fall, the companions behind will step forward to take their place in order to maintain the battle line.

"Calm down, calm down! Get ready to fight back! Fire! "As the French line infantry finished (shè), the Austrian line infantry began to return fire under the command of the officer, and the French line infantry also suffered heavy casualties, although this number was one-third less than that of the other side, but it also meant that a large number of brave (rè) blood guys would lie down on this land forever!

The French army's ramp tactics have come into effect! Due to the angle and view of the Austrian army, the reserves could only attack the French skirmishers on the slopes, but the so-called "skirmishers" originally referred to the presence of loose elite skirmishers who were used to kill the enemy on the flanks or in the rear. Moreover, they were in the rear, and they were already more than one hundred and fifty meters away from the Austrian infantry of the second column, and their attacks did not yield the desired effect at all.

The French line infantry and stragglers, including artillery, who occupied the high ground, could use the advantage of the high ground to pour bullets on the Austrian army below, and in just a few minutes, the Austrian army had lost 5,000 men, as much as a quarter! If it weren't for General Bolieu's personal overseeing of the battle and (shēn) inspiring the soldiers on the battlefield, several infantry regiments with more than half of the casualties in the front would have fled!

"Where's the reinforcements? Where's the reinforcements? General Bolieu looked at the city of Mantua in the distance with a bitter face, and did not dare to blink, only hoping to see the shadow of the reinforcements appear in time, only the reinforcements could break the disadvantage in front of them and put the French army in the dilemma of being attacked on their backs!

However, he was doomed to disappointment! The so-called reinforcements don't exist at all, and Colonel Bird is pretending to be Han Xing!

Han Xing initially thought that hanging the Austrian eagle flag at the head of the city in Mantua was just to confuse the Austrian army from which it came, after all, the French army was in full battle and had a numerical advantage, and any general with no brains would launch a strong attack, right? And if the Austrian eagle flag is hung, the Austrian generals from it will misjudge the situation and mistakenly believe that Mantua is still under their control.

I didn't expect to catch a big fish, he just poured two glasses of red wine for that lieutenant colonel Zalingen, and then praised him again, this guy looked like a fluttering (yù) fairy, his face was flushed, and he didn't know if it was because he was drinking or being shy, Han Xing easily called him a brother, hooked his shoulders and backs, and came out of his mouth (tào) General Bolieu's plan, and then decided to plan the plan.

The battle had been going on for half an hour, and everywhere on the plain in front of the hill where the French army was standing were the corpses of Austrian soldiers in off-white uniforms, lying in pools of blood, staring dead in the direction of Mantua, expecting reinforcements that did not exist at all! To their deaths, they did not understand why Mantua's reinforcements had not been shown for so long (shēn).

The remnants of the Austrian soldiers began to flee in all directions, and even the cavalry sent by General Bolieu to reprimand them or even pursue them could not get them back to the battlefield.

"Warriors, come back, come back! The war is not over yet! Reinforcements from Mantua will appear, all we need is patience! "General Bolieu had no choice but to go out himself. Hoarsely shouted at the routs, begging them to return to the battlefield. But their fear of the enemy far exceeded their fear of General Bolieu, and even the fear of sabers and muskets, they just didn't want to die so miserably, so meaninglessly!

"Why, why haven't reinforcements been showing up for a long time?" General Bolieu, who had already smelled defeat as he watched the routs scatter and flee, stepped forward to question Lieutenant Colonel Zaringen.

In the face of General Bolieu's accusations, Zaringenzhong looked cramped and uneasy, and his breath was insufficient: "Maybe, maybe they are delayed? The French army was divided? That Colonel Bird assured me that they would send troops! ”

"Colonel Bird? Colonel Byrd! General Borieux's eyes widened as if they were cowbells, and he snapped his horsewhip and asked, "Didn't I tell you to go directly to General Alvinzi?" How did you find what a dog (pì) Colonel Bird! ”

"General Alvinzi is wounded!" Sensing General Bolieu's unkind gaze, Lieutenant Colonel Zaringen swallowed.

"Colonel Bird? General Alvinzi's adjutant was Colonel Dietrich! You idiot, why didn't you say it earlier? You've been fooled! At the same time that General Bolieu slapped Lieutenant Colonel Zaringen in the face, the Imperial Eagle Banner at the head of Mantua fluttered like a butterfly from the city, replaced by a bright French tricolor that hunted in the strong winds of the city.

At the sight of this brightly colored tricolor, General Bolieu knew that he was completely finished! If there was still a trace of luck in his heart before, at this time, that glimmer of hope has been extinguished by the cold reality!

For a moment, it was as if a thunderbolt had exploded in General Bolieu's mind, and he felt a surge of qi and blood in his mouth, as if he had eaten an invisible hammer. A stream of rè rose from the middle of the stream, rushing straight to the top of his head, leaning less, and he began to feel that his eyes were full of stars, his mouth was dry, his breath was difficult, and he was stuffy and nauseous.

There was an inexplicable roar in his ears, he felt that the whole world had become spinning, and then his eyes were dark, and there was a slight sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, and under the blowing of the breeze, the blood turned into a hazy blood mist and drifted on the green grass, which looked particularly bright against the red and green.

"Your Excellency, General!" Several members of the guard, including Lieutenant Colonel Zaringen, who had just been slapped in the face, immediately dismounted and surrounded him, hurriedly helped General Bolieu off his horse, and surrounded the unconscious General Bolieu.

"Woo~woo~" Perhaps because of his good physique and excellent self-control, General Bolieu did not seem to be completely unconscious, and under the call of everyone, he gave a vague response, he stretched out his right hand with difficulty and pulled his neckline, and his face was flushed.

Several people around him hurriedly helped him unbutton his collar and pulled out the tightly wrapped white lace silk scarf. General Bolieu gasped heavily, and then said in a weak voice: "Help me on the horse!" So saying, he staggered up from the ground, and tried to step on his old fellow, but his calf went limp, and he fell down again. If it weren't for the quick eyesight of the few people on the side, he would probably have been hurt a second time.

Obviously, General Bolieu's vitality is far less "tenacious" than his will, his forehead and the back of his neck are still beads of sweat the size of beans, and his face looks like gold paper, and it does not look like he is nothing.

"Your Excellency, General, you vomited blood! You can't fight anymore! Retreat, please, General! One of the guards on the side grabbed General Bolieu's sleeve and cried with tears in his eyes.

General Bolieu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuff, and said with a miserable smile: "What is this little injury?" I was cut in the right rib by a scimitar, and I didn't fight for two hours? The blood I shed today is nothing compared to the blood shed by the soldiers! ”

"If you want to go, go! I'm not going to go, the general should be with his soldiers! Warrior battlefield, horse leather shroud, this is the fate of every soldier! General Bolieu stepped onto his old man with difficulty, and his old buddy lowered his son slightly as if he had read his mind.

"General, I beg you to think again!" The loyal guard hugged General Bolieu's thigh with his unrelenting hands.

"Let's go, you too, Elwin! You still have a pair of children waiting for you to come home, don't let them down! You have followed me for so many years, from birth to death, bloodshed and sacrifice. You don't need to prove your bravery and loyalty with meaningless foolishness! Don't let your kids down! There was a rare hint of softness and kindness on General Bolieu's face, which was not angry and arrogant, as he should have been at his age. Like a loving father, he stared at the middle-aged man in front of him.

"General!" Tears flowed from Erwin's eyes like a flood that had burst his banks, and he fell to his knees, weeping silently.

"Tell my son that his father died bravely on the battlefield and that he was laid to rest with his soldiers!" With that, General Bolieu drew his saber and roared hoarsely towards the French position.

For a moment, thousands of Austrian cavalry began to gallop in unison, and General Bolieu took the lead, his roar was full of anger, continuous, wave after wave, his face became rosy again, almost forgetting that he had just vomited blood from his mouth, and his face was like gold paper.

"He's a hero!" Watching General Bolieu fall from his horse and then return to the battlefield, launching a suicidal charge knowing that he would lose (qíng), his actions won the respect of Han Xing, who asked Napoleon with a hint of regret in his tone.

"What should we do?" Han Xing was a little shaken, and he said to Napoleon in an inquiring tone.

"Fulfill him, this is the fate of a soldier!" Napoleon just sighed and said with his back (shēn).

As the distance was further shortened, the thousands of cavalry behind General Bolieu (shēn) began to scatter, and they no longer had the same great momentum as before. Only a dozen or so people bathed in the bloody sun with him for this "final madness".

After a continuous burst of gunfire, the old man under General Bolieu's crotch let out a wail, and then collapsed to the ground weakly, and it struggled several times to get up, but the wide open eyes finally lost their lustre.

General Beaulieu only trembled and stretched out his hand, closed the eyes of his old fellow, and continued to run with his eyes wide open, his saber raised, and roaring towards the French position.

Another neat burst of gunfire rang out, in the hazy smoke of gunpowder, the running old general seemed to hit a transparent wall, his whole person was stunned, the saber slipped from his hand, his off-white military uniform added a bit of bright color, his eyes reflected the bloody sun on the horizon, as if telling the helplessness and sorrow of the twilight of the hero and the twilight of the martyr·······

Napoleon wrote an epitaph for him with his own hands, "Here lies General Bolieu, whose youth may rob him of his chūn and vitality, but not of his courage!" Even (shēn) was his enemy, and he admired it. ”