"Oh God! What the hell is going on! ”

A Sardinian soldier on the front line of the firefight broke down and dropped his musket, shouted with a cry, and then fled backwards with his head in his hands.

"Hey, John, what are you doing!" One of the soldiers beside him hurriedly grabbed him by the arm and shouted:

"Do you want to be a deserter?!"

"Don't fuck me, don't you see!"

The soldier named John struggled to shake off the pull of his companion and shouted with a pale face:

"The company commander is dead, the captain is dead, the lieutenant is dead, who can still control us!"

With that, John ignored his companion who was stunned, and ran back with a distorted expression and a cry.

Such a situation happened everywhere within the Sardinian army.

The soldiers recruited from Sardinia proper, peasant villagers with minimal training, were fearful when the tide of battle fell and even the officers who supervised them were killed.

When the first few men took the lead in fleeing, the avalanche effect they caused immediately spread throughout the Sardinian army, and more and more soldiers began to throw away their muskets and run without looking back.

Major Trefali's eyes were fixed on the faces of the Sardinian soldiers on the battlefield, and judging by their panicked and panicked expressions, the only thing left for the Corsican army to pursue was victory.

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, the morale of the enemy troops has completely collapsed."

Major Trefali couldn't help but say excitedly.

Faced with three times the number of enemies on their side, the Corsican soldiers were pressing in pursuit of the enemy.

If it weren't for the personal experience, every soldier, including Major Trefali, would not have believed it.

"Inform the company commanders." Lawrence's expression was still not relaxed, and he instructed Major Trefali:

"Don't be too hasty in pursuit, lest the enemy regroup... Wait, that's? ”

Just as Lawrence gave the order, he saw a rider galloping from behind the Sardinian army.

He rode through the perimeter of the array, gathering the scattered soldiers like a shepherd, and at the same time raised his whip and whipped mercilessly at the fleeing soldiers, shouting something from his mouth.

"You bastards! Get back to your place! ”

Colonel Butland whipped his soldiers with their backs to him mercilessly, shouting like a bull that even Lawrence could hear him from a few hundred yards away.

"It's... It's Colonel Butland! ”

"Oh my God, I, we're still..."

Many of the fleeing Sardinian soldiers looked at Butland and the whip in his hand in fear, and stopped with some hesitation.

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, it's not good to go on like this."

Major Trefali frowned as he watched Colonel Butland gradually regroup his troops, and said worriedly.

If the Sardinian army is allowed to regain its strength, even if the Corsican army has already established a victory, it will inevitably encounter a strong counterattack in the pursuit.

Lawrence glanced at Butland from afar, but shook his head indifferently, and said slowly:

"The presence of this commander is just right."

"Huh? What do you mean? Major Trefali asked, stunned for a moment.

"Give them hope, and let it be dashed, and then this force will be completely incapacitated."

As soon as Lawrence finished speaking, a precision shooter on the battlefield calmly pulled the trigger.

In the chamber of the gun, the gas generated by the deflagration of gunpowder accumulates at the tail of the bullet, pushing the bullet to rotate along the rifling line at high speed and fly out of the chamber.

The rotating warhead flew steadily out of the muzzle, disturbing the air flow in the air, cutting through a visible trajectory that had existed for a very short time.

The bullet passed through the battlefield strewn with corpses and blood and slashed over the heads of the Sardinian soldiers.

For some reason, Colonel Butland always felt that at the moment of the moment, there was a shot that was so piercing that it even overshadowed the whirring wind in his ears.

But he didn't have time to think about such nonsense.

Poof.

This is the sound of a bullet tearing through clothing and hitting a human body.

Fortunately, the warhead did not sink into Colonel Butland's heart, as the shooter expected, but went straight into his thigh.

"Ahh

Colonel Butland, who was suddenly injured, suddenly lost strength in his legs, and one of his unstable bodies fell off the back of a horse galloping at high speed, slammed into the ground and passed out directly.

The Sardinian soldiers, who had just regrouped, went blank in their minds and watched in a daze as Colonel Butland fell off his horse and then came to a halt after rolling on the ground for several laps.

After a moment of sluggishness, someone immediately shouted:

"Colonel Butland is dead!"

This panicked exclamation suddenly became the last straw that overwhelmed the Sardinian army, and more and more Sardinian soldiers couldn't help but repeat it loudly:

"Colonel Butland is dead!"

At this moment, no one had the slightest intention of resisting, and the formation that had just gathered immediately became a piece of scattered sand.

The Sardinian soldiers, like frightened deer, had no idea what was happening, and had no thought in their minds other than to flee.

"Oh my God..."

Major Trefarley looked at the fleeing enemy in shock, shook his head in embarrassment, and said:

"I've been in the army for so many years, and I've never seen a unit collapse like this, let alone a numerical advantage until now."

Lawrence nodded slightly, breathed a long sigh of relief, and said in a deep voice:

"They have been completely defeated, Major, inform the divisions to start the pursuit, but the main thing is to persuade them to surrender."

"Understood!" Major Trevally nodded excitedly.

......

The blood-soaked sunset poured over the plain, making it a little difficult to tell whether the ground under their feet was illuminated by the setting sun or watered with blood.

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, it's over, the prisoners have been accepted, the battlefield has been cleaned, and the muskets and other equipment collected have been sent back to Bonifacio."

Major Trefali led his horse, and together with Lieutenant Seth, walked up to Lawrence with a heavy face and said.

It was indeed a great victory, but it was also a terrible one that made Major Trevali extremely distressed.

"How are we losing?" Lawrence glanced at Trafali, and from his expression, he could tell that the losses of the Corsican army were not in small numbers.

"About 900 of our army participated in the battle, and nearly 500 were seriously wounded and killed."

Major Trefali sighed, closed his eyes, and said uncomfortably:

"At the same time, the soldiers of the former 4th Battalion, who were the most fearless and brave soldiers, and therefore ... Alas, their casualty rate is more than sixty percent. ”

The evening breeze whistled across the grassland, forming waves of grass.

The crows from nowhere had already smelled the corpses, hovering in the air like a black whirlwind, making a noisy rattling sound.

Lawrence looked down at his feet, and he didn't know if it was Sardinian or Corsican blood running out, staining his boots bright red.

"What about the Sardinian army?" Lawrence asked softly.

"We took about a thousand prisoners, and about seven or eight hundred escaped."

Lawrence nodded, and turned to look behind Major Trefary, where the soldiers of the Southern Legion were standing still.

There was no expression on their faces, no joy or excitement after the victory, because these soldiers were still stepping on the blood of their former brothers at the moment.

"Soldiers, my compatriots."

Lawrence wiped a handful of dust from his forehead, looked at the soldiers who had just survived the artillery fire, and slowly paced and said:

"The blood of those brothers who sleep under this grass will not be shed in vain, and they have watered the land of Corsica with their blood, and I swear to you that I will not let anyone touch the land they have sworn to defend."

Lawrence walked step by step among the soldiers and shouted:

"And if there really be such a rat breed in Corsica, brothers, tell me, brothers, what the Corsicans will entertain them!"

Without any hesitation, Lawrence was responded to by a loud and muffled shout:

"Knives and swords! Iron and Blood! ”

Major Trefali and Lieutenant Seth silently looked at Lawrence in the crowd, and the two of them knew very well who the rat in Corsica that Lawrence was talking about.