"Cannon, quick, turn around, get ready for battle!" Napoleon gave orders anxiously at the top of the city, and as his words fell, the artillerymen began to turn their cannons and aim them at the menacing Red Coats.

The reason why Buren Fortress is called "Fortress" is naturally because it is a decent fortification, and it is called "Fortress" instead of a fortress simply because it is not a masonry structure! But even then, it had a decent female wall and battlements, which allowed the soldiers to crouch behind and strike downward (shè) from the battlements.

The French soldiers lined up in three rows, crouched behind the battlements, nervously began to load ammunition, and then carefully crouched behind the battlements. After the battle began, they would rise in a platoon (shēn) and take turns striking at the redcoats in a three-stage (shè) attack. However, it was not their turn at this time, and the Redcoats were still a kilometer away, and they had not even entered the best (shè) range of artillery.

"They have at least 5,000 people, and that's still an optimistic view! The good news is that they probably only have a dozen guns, so we have an advantage in firepower! Napoleon said to Han Xing while holding a monocular, observing the marching British army.

Even without binoculars, Han Xing could see the posture of these British soldiers, neatly dressed in bright red British uniforms, tricorne hats, white wigs, and powerful steps to the rhythm of the drummers, with white stockings on their feet (yes, stockings were originally worn by men to show off their legs). This is a stocking in a broad sense, not specifically a woman (xìng) who wears lace-trimmed stockings) and carries a musket on her shoulder.

This group of well-dressed bells and whistles, who look like "sissy" guys, is actually the red-clothed army who dominated the era of platoon guns, who will believe it! But the fact is that in this era, the British redcoat army with a white wig on his head, stockings on his feet, and a powder on his face is the most terrible enemy in front of the French army!

These redcoats were arranged in five infantry regiments, each with about 200 men, and in five columns, i.e. one infantry regiment had 1,000 men. A regiment followed by a regiment that was playing the "March of the Grenadiers" towards Bren's Fort.

I have to say that although Britain is known for its "corrupt country", the dress of this army looks more like a demonstration, which makes people endure handsome (jìn), but when the number reaches more than 1,000, it is also not to be underestimated! The sonorous rhythm of the "March of the Grenadiers" began to reach the ears of the French soldiers in the Bren's fort, and the sound of neat footsteps was like a small hammer beating the hearts of the French soldiers, and the psychological pressure brought to the French soldiers by the British army's steps (bī) was amazing.

It's not a fun thing (qíng)! People are here to kill you! Only Han Xing, who had no heart and lungs, was following the rhythm of "March of the Grenadiers", humming with a playful face, most of the French soldiers were sweating in their palms, and a few even accidentally dropped their weapons on the ground because of their slippery hands. They stared nervously in the direction of the British army, and they didn't even dare to blink their eyes!

Napoleon also looked at the direction of the British army with full attention, as if silently measuring the angle and landing point of the cannon, and although he seemed calm, the hands behind his back were also clasped together, and the palms of his hands were also wet.

Napoleon suddenly patted Han Xing on the shoulder and said to him with a smile, "Hanschel, I appreciate your mental endurance!" In this situation, you can still have the heart (qíng) to hum a song, which even I can't match! Immediately, he looked around again, and came to Han Xing's ear and whispered viciously: "Please, don't hum "March of the Grenadiers", okay?" Don't you see that the soldiers are already nervous? ”

"I'm helpless too! It's the British who bring the rhythm! I can't hum anything else if I want to! hummed a couple of sentences, and was abducted by the British! Han Xing spread his hands helplessly, came to Napoleon's ear and whispered a reply.

"Alas~ This is the first time I have fought a big battle on the scale of 10,000 people! I don't know if I'll win! Napoleon sighed, bitter and fearful in his words, and his hand behind his back even trembled a little.

"Are you scared?" Han Xing asked Napoleon in disbelief.

"Just kidding, huh? You are Napoleon, the god of war of the European continent, the legendary war artist, the four conquerors of Europe, and you are the most legendary in your life! Caesar and Alexander the Great have never seen gunpowder, Hitler is a mouth cannon, only you have a wide range of knowledge in your life, military and political omnipotence, and a casual battle is enough for later generations of military theorists to analyze and study for several years! Are you scared? Han Xing felt speechless in his heart.

"Actually, it's normal to be afraid, even if it's me, I used to be so scared that I couldn't sleep before the Battle of the Trident!" Rhaegar said suddenly.

"You're scared too?" Han Xing suddenly felt incredible, hasn't Rhaegar's character always been a calm and wise cold man?

"You know, the Battle of the Trident River is also the first time I personally commanded a major battle of 10,000 people, and it can be said to be a key battle that will determine the future direction of the Westeros continent, how can I not be afraid?" Rhaegar said with a wry smile.

"So the truth of the Battle of the Trident River is actually that a few of our battlefield veterans have abused you, this 'budding new'?" Han Xing laughed dumbly.

"Although I don't understand what you mean by 'budding new', I think it's probably the truth, as far as leading the army to fight, I am indeed a newcomer in the germination stage!" Rhaegar scratched her head and replied with a confused expression.

"Rega means: (shēn) people who are on the battlefield, in the arena, it is not strange to be afraid, the most important thing is to overcome fear!" Barristan suddenly concluded.

"I ····· I'm just a little nervous! Napoleon coughed awkwardly, then put on a serious face.

"Don't worry, Napoleon, it's just a few British troops! They're just a bunch of sissies in stockings, wigs, and lead powder! Listening to what Rhaegar and Barristan said, and remembering that Napoleon was still a young man at the age of twenty-four, Han Xing was relieved.

At this time, Napoleon was not the legendary man in the future! Those great battles have not yet happened, and he is just a lonely Corsican guy with some self-doubt who has been denounced as a "weirdo" since he was a child~ Every legend starts from the ordinary!

"You have to have a little bit of confidence in yourself, you have to have a little bit of faith in your cannon! Don't you believe that your artillery swarm tactics will shake the entire European continent and completely change the pattern of warfare? You are destined to become a legend and start a new era! Han Xing immediately encouraged Napoleon.

"Yes, that's right! I'll let the red-clad sissy across from me show me the power of my cannon! Their time is over, and the time of artillery is coming! I'm going to drive them out of France and let them go back to their little broken island!" There, not to mention stockings and wigs, they wear skirts (kilts...). I don't care! ”

At the mention of the cannon, Napoleon seemed to be injected with new energy, his tone began to become subdued, and his tone began to rise, along with his battle (rèng) (qíng) and self-confidence, which evolved from a small muttering to self-consolation and finally to an impassioned pre-war speech.

"Artillery, aim~" Napoleon pointed to the red-clothed army that had already entered the (shè) process, and ordered the artillerymen, "Fire!" "In an instant, ten thousand cannons fired in unison, well, this is a bit of an exaggeration, for the convenience of the march, the French brought only a few dozen guns, and the bulky "big guys" were left in the artillery camp in Oliul.

But even with dozens of cannons, the scene of simultaneous (shè) fire was also extremely striking, as bursts of fire and billowing smoke from the muzzles of the cannons began to fly towards the British array with the sound of breaking through the air.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen shells fell on the heads of the British soldiers on the march at the same time, and as the shells flew by, the British array (ròu) was visibly "dented", and even on the Bren Fort, you could clearly see the blood mist and flying blood (ròu) fragments rising over the British array.

The most amazing thing is that a cannonball actually landed in front of the British army, just as Han Xing lamented, "Alas, this shot missed!" Pity! It was found that the shell seemed to be given life, and it bounced up again as if it had been blown away, bouncing twice in the formation of the British army, and only then did it fall powerlessly for the third time, penetrating three infantry regiments and reaping the lives of dozens of British soldiers.

Some shells flew past the first infantry regiment of the British army, broke into the formation of the second and third infantry regiments, and as the shells swept by, columns of British troops fell down one after another, and some died on the spot, and the corpses lay in pools of blood, silently complaining about the cruelty of war.

Some of them were holding stumps and broken arms on the ground, covering their bloody wounds and wailing and screaming, and the march of the entire British army was stagnant, and even the rhythm of the "March of the Grenadiers" was briefly disrupted, as if they were mourning the fallen soldiers.

"I can't imagine it, it's amazing! The wars of this era are also terrible! Artillery! There is such an incredible weapon that can take a person's life (xìng) from nearly a thousand kilometers away! Isn't that a little too unfair? Those warriors didn't even know who killed them, and they died in a daze! Barristan looked at the artillery fire in the distance and lamented.

"There's artillery on the other side, too! In fact, it's still fair, not to mention that if we don't use it, others will use it too! This is the way of warfare in the new era! Louis XVI touched his nose and felt a little unbearable.

"It's the most terrible weapon I've ever seen! Do you say those dragons of Aegon are like that? Lyanna asked with a sudden wink.

"Aegon's dragons are even more terrifying! Aegon's dragon can spit out deadly dragon fire, and that is a large area of fire, and the cannon will blow up a few people! Han Xing, who had seen Smaug in Game of Thrones and The Hobbit, was clearly in a position to speak, and he said breathlessly on the back of an undulating horse.

In the past, the deafening sound of the cannon and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke in the sky made the French soldiers miserable, but now they rejoiced at the fruitful results of the shelling, and most importantly, the artillery disrupted the pace of the British army's advance, and for a time the British army's array became embarrassed, so that the spiritual oppression brought by the British army to their side disappeared for a short time.

The shelling killed and wounded at least a few hundred British troops, but the British soon restored order, and five infantry regiments began to line up in a "one" line to avoid the artillery fire, as if they turned into a huge red wave, swept towards the reef where the Brenley was located.

And this is not the only bad news, "Captain Bonaparte, you see!" "In the distance of Toulon Bay, at the confluence of the sea and the sky, in the direction where the British navy had disappeared, faint masts and white sails appeared!

The British Navy is gone and back!