Late at night, the sparse sound of artillery could still be heard in the distance. The Neman River flowed quietly, and everything was so calm, as if it had nothing to do with war.

Lieutenant Colonel Kalashnikov led the guards on a tour of the battlefield, which was a routine night patrol. The surging Neman River made a bend here, slowing down considerably.

Almost everyone agreed that this would be the main point of attack for the French army. Before the war, there were troops of eight thousand people, which were deployed here for defense.

What is surprising, however, is that the French would rather attack in a place where the river is rushing than here.

The French offensive has been going on for half a month, and under the precise bombardment of French artillery, the Russians have also suffered heavy casualties. In order to hold the main point, General Balklay had no choice but to concentrate his forces on both flanks in the middle of the battle line.

As the French attacked more and more fiercely, the Russian troops on both flanks became thinner and thinner.

At the time of the launch, Lieutenant Colonel Kalashnikov had 2,000 people in his hands, but now only 800 remain. These 800 men, however, had to defend an area of two kilometers in front.

He didn't dare to imagine how long he would be able to hold out if the French really attacked here. It is estimated that in one night at most, Kalashnikov has prepared himself the fastest horse, and as soon as he sees that the momentum is not right, he will immediately ride his war horse and flee.

Although he was ready to flee, he still patrolled diligently. After all, there hasn't been a fight here yet, so it's a matter of being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day. The first time I heard this old Ming proverb, Kalashnikov didn't understand what it meant.

Later, a Ming businessman helped him explain, and he felt that this sentence was very reasonable. I specially learned the pronunciation of the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty, and I always say this sentence whenever I am sad.

Whenever he said this, the people around him would look at him with adoring eyes.

The lieutenant colonel actually speaks the Great Ming language, all over Europe. Daming is a mysterious country, and it is said that gold is everywhere. Everyone in the wealthy Ming Dynasty wore satin clothes, and every family had a bicycle.

People who have been to Daming say that there is a kind of button that hangs on the wall and turns on as soon as you press the overhead light. The lamp was brighter than the brightest kerosene lamp.

Anyway, in Europe, the Ming Dynasty is synonymous with wealth and advancement. The aristocratic lords of the upper class are proud of their ability to speak two words of the Ming Dynasty.

There are even people who have Da Ming characters tattooed on their bodies.

One of his soldiers tattooed two words and asked him what he meant, and he said he didn't know, but he thought it was cool. Later, I asked the Ming merchants to find out that those two words are called soy sauce, which is a seasoning when cooking.

Tattooing the name of the spice on his body, the soldier did not feel any discomfort. Anyway, no one here recognizes the Ming script. As long as you think it's cool, you're done!

A two-kilometer long front, Kalashnikov quickly finished patrolling. I looked at my watch, and it was already one o'clock in the morning. Kalashnikov decided to go to sleep, who knows what tomorrow will be.

Suddenly, the big wolfdog led by the soldier barked wildly at the river.

The soldier who took the lead raised the kerosene lamp in his hand and looked into the river.

There was no moon, and the whole Neman River was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was inside. However, I heard the sound of "bang" and "bang" in the river.

"Click!" The soldier loaded the bullet and watched the river with wary eyes. But it was too dark to see what was in the river.

Before he could see what was in the river, Kalashnikov saw flashes of light on the other side of the river.

Before he could react, a wave of air flew up. The body flew up, and a loud "boom" was heard in my ears.

His chest tightened so badly that he wanted to shout. But he found that he could no longer scream, and his body fell heavily to the ground, and the great pain made his mind unusually clear.

Soon, an orange flame shone in front of his eyes. The smoke of the flames sprayed Kalashnikov in his face, and then the endless darkness engulfed him.

At 1:05 a.m., French cannons began shelling the positions of the Russian troops opposite.

According to the sites marked during the day, the shelling was brief but intensive. Orange flames rose into the air one after another, and you could even see people flying in the background of the orange flames.

The shelling lasted only ten minutes, and a green firework exploded in the sky on the opposite bank.

The first landing force, consisting of 1,000 people, successfully landed on the opposite shore. These thousand people were Napoleon's Royal Janissaries.

They carried box cannons in one hand and short swords in the other.

It was dark, very dark! With such visibility, long-range shooting is simply not possible.

They touched the golden trenches, and when they saw the stronghold, they opened the way with grenades. Those who are farther away are shot with boxes, and those who are close are hit with short swords.

They are all elites in the army, and it is needless to say that shooting and fighting are not to mention. Their opponent is nothing more than an ordinary Russian army of 800 people.

Although the Russian army put up stubborn resistance, the Russian army was either killed by grenades or shot by box guns in the stronghold. Occasionally, a few people will be slashed through the throat with a sharp dagger.

The battle lasted only a little after four o'clock in the morning, and no gunfire could be heard from the position. Voices speaking French everywhere!

The ferry, carrying one squad after another of soldiers, crossed the river, and the engineering units began to erect pontoon bridges.

The whole crossing of the river went very smoothly, and the casualties of the Janissaries were incredibly low.

"Eighty-three casualties, of which thirty-one were killed. Twenty-eight people were seriously injured, the rest were minor. Napoleon read the battle report from the front and nodded with satisfaction.

This is a casualty figure that he can accept, and the rest is to see if the sappers can erect the pontoon bridge as soon as possible.

As long as the pontoon bridge is erected, the large army can cross the river. 600,000 French troops will encircle 200,000 Russian troops, and without these 200,000 Russian troops, the new Russian empress will bow to her.

If the Russians don't surrender, it's nothing, it's a big deal to fight to Moscow themselves. It's only July, and there are still four months left until the cold Russian winter, and four months is enough.

Pull out the last nail on the European continent, and no matter how agitated the British, no one will jump out of the corresponding anti-French alliance.

As for the damned British, as long as France develops for a few years, it will eventually develop a large naval fleet. Then settle accounts with the damn British!

Also damn is Da Ming, that lion-like country, who actually used Joseph as a monkey. France was even willing to exchange the equity of the Suez Canal, but it still could not get the support of the Ming fleet.

Allies! Allies of bullshit!

Or the British are right in saying that there are no friends between countries, only eternal interests.

By dawn, more than 10,000 French had landed on the opposite shore. The Neman River is not a moat like the Dnieper, but a small river only thirty or fifty meters wide. Erecting a pontoon bridge on it was not a difficult task, and the engineering units carried out the construction as quickly as possible.

It was dawn, and the Russians reacted. If this opening on the front is not blocked quickly, the French will rush behind the Russian army like a tide.

On the frontal battlefield, hundreds of thousands of Russian troops have been stuck with the French army, and now it is impossible to retreat quickly.

"The French are about the same number as us, and if we organize death squads, we must take back this front." Barclay's eyes were fixed on the map.

He thought that he would organize a death squad of 30,000 people, and he would definitely be able to recapture this gap of only one kilometer.

But Barclay did not know that he was facing not 200,000 French troops, but 600,000 French troops armed to the teeth.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the hastily organized Russian army began to attack.

The Russians were very brave, and they began to charge with shouts and shouts with their rifles loaded with bayonets.

"Ula ......!" The dull sound of Ulla was like the roar of a bear, and a small spot of earthy yellow appeared on the earth.

Napoleon watched all this through a telescope, and now the French army on the other side of the river had 20,000 men. And on the Neman River, two improvised pontoon bridges have already been erected.

The troops were rushing to the opposite bank through the pontoon bridge, and although the heavy artillery could not cross the river for the time being, there was no problem with the mortars.

The sound of "Ula" came one after another on the other side of the river like waves.

In the dense gunfire, row after row of Russian troops fell to the ground. Mortar shells, constantly exploding in the crowd. From time to time, someone was blown up, and then the missing arm and leg fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

However, the French positions were soon also subjected to massive artillery bombardment. There were not only mortars, but even rocket artillery. It seems that in order to fill the gap on the front, the Russians have also opened up, and even heavy rocket artillery has been transferred.

With the bombardment of heavy rocket artillery, the French army began to suffer heavy casualties. A heavy rocket artillery shell landed on the improvised pontoon bridge that had just been erected.

The pontoon bridge was crowded with soldiers crossing the river, and the huge explosion blew dozens of people into the air. The mutilated corpse was blown twenty or thirty meters high, and a rain of blood fell in the sky.

"Your Majesty the Emperor! Please go inside the trenches, there are rocket launchers on the opposite side, it's too dangerous. The squire's face turned pale, and the heavy rocket had landed less than five hundred meters from Napoleon.

Napoleon wiped a handful of blood from his face and looked at the squire!

"Did you see that? This is the blood of the warriors of France, my soldiers are fighting bloodily, and you let their emperor hide in the trenches?

I want to be with my soldiers, warriors! I, the Emperor of France, am with you. We will conquer Russia together, and I will fight with you to Moscow. ”

"Hooray! Long live His Majesty the Emperor! ”

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Hooray!"

The soldiers shouted excitedly, there were not many opportunities to fight side by side with His Majesty the Emperor. It is also very rare for a country to have such an iron-blooded emperor.

His Majesty the Emperor is commanding the battle under artillery fire, and what else can he do as an ordinary soldier.

The French soldiers ran over the pontoon bridge like crazy and rushed to the opposite bank, and the French soldiers on the other side heard that His Majesty the Emperor was fighting side by side with him, and their morale was also greatly boosted.

The Russians, supported by heavy rocket artillery, had rushed to the French positions. Soon a white-knuckle battle broke out on the battlefield, and the soldiers of the two nationalities desperately poured out the cruelty of human nature on each other.

Bayonets on rifles, stabbing each other in the body. The "poof" and "poof" sounds of the white blade entering the body came and went, and people kept falling in pools of blood, and some people kept letting out terrible screams.

The Russian army continued to rush to the French positions, and the French troops also rushed to the positions in a steady stream. The first group fell, and the latter followed.

The dirt on the battlefield was soaked in blood. If a person steps on it, it is slippery, and if he is not careful, he will fall to the ground. As soon as you fall to the ground, a shiny bayonet will poke you.

On the short one-kilometer front, 50,000 people on both sides were fighting. Mortars could no longer bombard positions, they could only hit the enemy's rear.

A lot of mortar shells ran out, and the artillerymen simply grabbed their weapons and rushed to the battlefield of fighting.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, corpses piled on top of each other. In many places, several layers have been piled up, and they are more than a meter high.

The soldiers began to poke each other with rifles through the wall where the corpses were stomping.

All sorts of shells, falling on the offensive lines of the rear teams of both sides. Countless people had already been torn to shreds by the explosion before they could reach the battlefield.

At such a critical time, Napoleon's Praetorian Guard was again sent to the battlefield.

His Majesty the Emperor's personal guards are extraordinary, they have box cannons in their hands, and they are invincible within ten meters.

No matter how fierce the Russian soldier is, he will be thrown to the ground with a single shot.

With a capacity of up to 20 rounds, it maintains the continuity of firepower very well. The Janissaries were well trained, and as soon as they ran out of bullets, they would immediately crouch on the ground.

With one hand, he pulls the button and pulls the magazine from his waist with the other and puts it into the magazine.

When the magazine was loaded and ready to fire again, the last shell had just dropped to the ground.

The arrival of the Praetorian Guard completely upset the balance of the battlefield. No matter how brave your Russian soldier is, it is useless, and your rifle will only have one chance to shoot. But people's guns are fired in bursts!

Even in dense crowds, box guns can fire continuously like small machine guns.

Pieces of Russian troops fell to the ground, and even the most brave soldiers could only collapse when they encountered this kind of crushing.

And the Russian army sadly found that the French army did not seem to have the problem of depletion.

A steady stream of French troops crossed the Neman River and rushed to the battlefield.

An hour after the offensive began, it was clear that the French were beginning to crush the Russians. At the same time, the French army's heavy rockets cut off the battlefield behind the Russian battlefield.

No one can organize a network of fire through artillery fire, and those who dare to try will be torn to shreds and turned into scum.

A smile tugged at the corner of Napoleon's mouth, and he knew that he had won the battle. I fought for half a month in front of it, just for the breakthrough of this day.

It worked! It worked!