The cavalry of Paris galloped across the wilderness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIsaac swung his sword and rode his horse, and he personally charged to a hill, and clearly saw the German Empress standing on the top of the high ground with her long skirt dragging on the ground.

At the same time, Elena also saw Isaac with a prancing horse. The two seemed to be looking at each other, and one of them would be a slave.

Then the German soldier looked up and saw that the condescending Elena raised her arms and pointed at the enemy army, and declared categorically: "The enemy will not return!"

When Isaac saw Elena pointing at him, his heart suddenly burst into joy, and the desire to conquer engulfed his body and mind, causing him to shout domineeringly and arbitrarily: "Charge the whole army, and capture the German Empress alive!"

At the sound of an order, the French army swept across the wilderness like a swarm of bees, and the vanguard was ordered to cross the river and try to capture the high ground in one fell swoop.

Although the river was only thigh-deep in the dry season, the resistance of the turbulent current still made it difficult for the French troops to cross the river.

The Germans fought back desperately, and the guns were fired. The French troops in the river suddenly turned on their backs, and the cavalrymen who fell from their horses were stuck in their feet, and their heads were soaked while being dragged across the river by their war horses.

Because the dense French army rushed to cross the river, there were countless swollen corpses floating in the four-meter-wide river, and the river water in the night was blackened with blood.

Hatred forms war, war manipulates fate, and fate will devour at least one person, either Elena or Isaac. The victor and the slave will be born before dawn.

It was shocking that the French troops, who were outnumbered, forced their way across the river, and the shelling and bullets could not stop it. The French quickly seized the riverbank as a beachhead and began to assemble rapidly, leaving the high ground where Elena was stationed, only a few hundred meters away.

Having lost the beachhead, as long as the French army completes its assembly and captures the highland marshal's tent, it will only take a few waves of charge.

"The defeat is decided. I don't know who said this, the officer corps heard it very clearly.

"It is the sacred and unshirkable duty of a soldier to fight to the death for Germany!" Elena suddenly turned around and roared. She'd heard too many pessimistic complaints, and she had had enough.

The officer corps was silent. They all knew deep down that Elena's persistence was in line with the national spirit - but they didn't want to die, so they made excuses.

A mournful silence enveloped the handsome tent of despair.

Elena's left hand was hidden in the lace sleeve, and her thumb rubbed against the carving of the chaste dagger, and the more agitated and uneasy her mood became, the more she had to keep her face from being seen. In the midst of her death, her feverish brain scrolled through the letter she had written to Frederick last year:

"No one can give me such insane happiness as you, and you can tell them that I have sacrificed my life for you, and I will sacrifice my soul for you. You know that when I collapsed in your arms, I sacrificed much more than you see. Go tell them and let them go crazy with jealousy! I've been yours for a long time, and even if you don't want it, I don't belong to anyone else. ”

Elena decided to end herself with a dagger at the moment of defeat. Instead of trembling with fear, her body rippled with a wonderful romance. She thought proudly, I fought to the death for my lover, this privilege even Filia didn't have time to enjoy, right?

She thought about those wild and passionate cheating times, and pursed her lips to shed tears, she no longer had any requirements for Frederick, love was enough to move her.

When she was moving herself to a mess, thousands of cannons suddenly rang out in the distance, and the long-silent artillery position of the French army suddenly woke up and roared, producing an endless roar!

For in the depths of the wilderness in the dark night, a silent cavalry galloped through the grass waves, and the knights bowed their heads and bowed their backs, abandoned their spears, clenched the reins, and charged on the back of their horses, like lightning that swept through the wilderness, and the horses' hooves were so heavy that the earth groaned!

Each rider is dressed in a gorgeous falling horse armor, and the dazzling red red is the signature of the dragoon!

Elena heard the Wehrmacht division commander scream like a 9-year-old girl wetting the bed: "Reinforcements! That's Munich reinforcements!"

Even if she couldn't see the figure of the cavalry clearly, she was so happy that she cried with joy, and her ears were filled with the screams of the officer corps with joy: "President Frederick the Great is so quick to support!"

"A whole squadron of dragoons outflanked the ass of the French army, and their artillery positions are finished!

"Yes! That's why their artillery rang out, and they were about to be served in a pot!"

Elena was ecstatic, the chaste dagger "clanged" out of the cuffs, her eyes were full of tears and her face was looking into the distance, the happiness in her heart was like a bubble, filling her chest with soreness and itching.

As the officer corps speculated, the heavy cavalry running wild in the night were none other than the squadron of dragoons and the Silver Knights led by Frederick himself, a total of 300 canonized knights. They galloped through the starry night, shook off the swaggering infantry army, ran for hundreds of miles at night, and finally appeared in the range of the French artillery before the battle was over!

Frederick remembered Elena with all his heart, and even if his bones were torn apart, he whipped wildly and never stopped, and his cloak was proudly straightened in the air, like a hunting flag, and it never fell. And Felia had to concentrate to stay relatively still with the president.

Then, the artillery positions in the distance suddenly erupted into a dense burst of flames, bursting into a flash of fireworks in the night, and then dozens of shells whistled and fell densely where the Knights passed.

The knights, who were in a state of charge, actually ran out of the strike circle of the cannonball. The Parisian artillery hurriedly readjusted the elevation angle of the cannon and reloaded.

The sound of horses' hooves had already shaken the gun carriage. The artillery company commander greeted the families of the reloaders with a variety of uplifting profanities to increase the reload speed.

But the artillery observers found something desperate.

After withstanding the first round of shelling, Frederick turned his head and shouted something, and then the three hundred knights immediately dispersed in a hundred flowers, each horse was separated by a distance of more than ten meters, and then marched in unison and rushed to the artillery position together.

In the past, heavy cavalry usually charged in groups, the denser the more destructive, but Frederick uncharacteristically ordered the knights to scatter the charge, giving the enemy artillery a sense of powerlessness to shoot into fishing nets.

The commander of the artillery company took a look, isn't this a cannon to hit mosquitoes, and this horse is still a fart?

The artillery company commanders in Paris threw down their binoculars one after another, reported the urgency to the battalion commander, and asked for cavalry reinforcements.

Grassroots demands were reported layer by layer, and during this period, two more rounds of artillery were fired at the position, apparently to nothing. Using a field artillery to catch a rush with precision to capture a sparse cavalry moving at high speed is equivalent to a bow and arrow shooting a fishing net, and it is strange that it can hit.

Frederick's cavalry drew closer, the outline of the knight's armor quickly became clear, and the foresight was sure that he heard Frederick insulting Isaac's ancestors in French.

Artillery observers are observers lying on the front line, they use binoculars to determine the coordinates of the strike, and then use the sound tapes to relay information.

When the clamoring knights stomped on the brains of the artillery observers, the instructions from the upper echelons of the French army came down:

"A meeting is being held to discuss, and I ask the front-line princes to overcome difficulties, unite as one, be faithful to their duties, and wait for the final decision. ”

Since it was impossible to contact the commander and Isaac at the front, and the cavalry reserves were all engaged in the battle to cross the river, the bloated system automatically gave such an approval.

The artillery battalion commander tore up the instructions of his superiors and stomped them into powder, and scolded in pain: "Fuck you!"

In the next second, Frederick rode his horse into the artillery position, and with a "whoosh" grazed a field gun, the cold light of the ideal messenger flashed, and three human heads flew into the air, and the blood crisscrossed the knight's armor.

The loader, gunner, and artillery commander all stood up and tried to run, but they were beheaded by Frederick, and when their bodies were sluggish and shaking, more cavalry rushed forward and passed the three corpses like ravens crossing the border.

As the body shook and fell, Frederick had already galloped over and opened fire, cutting down another artillery loader who had escaped without a goal.

Then, numerous knights rushed into position. The defenders stood tall with their spears drawn, and as soon as they finished shooting, they were swept by a galloping knight who cut off half of his body - the knight didn't need to swing his sword, he only needed to pass by with a horizontal sword, and the speed of his horse could kill.

The artillery positions infiltrated by the Knights turned into slaughterhouses, and the mighty field artillery turned into indifferent steel, splattered with blood, but indifferent.

After a brief bloodbath, the Paris artillery positions were disarmed and surrendered, and the embarrassed artillery battalion commander knelt in front of Frederick's arrogant horse's hooves and agreed to defect.

The two brigade commanders had already run away on fast horses, and the artillery brigade had three battalions under its jurisdiction, and the main artillery positions were dignified, and the captured battalion commander actually became the highest-ranking officer. The battalion commander was inexplicably sad and indignant, not only turned against him with hatred, but also expressed his willingness to make meritorious contributions to the crime and guide the German army to use these 6-pounder guns.

Frederick had already given the order to cut down the gunmen and leave the professional artillerymen behind. So the prisoners were mostly unarmed observers and gunners, who had the ability to continue to operate the artillery positions as long as the superior officers gave in.

"Turn the muzzle of the gun for me, aim at Isaac's rear, and slam the horse!" Frederick's idea had been brewing for a long time.

Three minutes later, an unprecedentedly intense artillery fire descended on the dense French troops, causing the French to cry wolf. Isaac painfully found that what had been an easy victory had turned into a hot potato, as their artillery positions began to fire on their own people.

Seeing the French army being blown up everywhere, Elena was so happy that she tiptoed and shouted "Hurrah", turned around and threw her hair into a circle, clenched her fists beautifully, and shouted happily: "Look! I said that I would win, right?"

The officer corps was convinced and praised the executive officers for their foresight and good planning. The Germans rejoiced, and the French had no masters.