With Micolo out of control and unable to track her whereabouts for a while, Louis decides to stay here a little longer to make sure the Battle of Waterloo is going in the right direction.

Meow Lington also treats a few life-savers well, eats a marshal small stove, lives in a separate big tent with general-level treatment, and even Meow Lington plans to match him with a few orderlies, but Louis refuses.

Just kidding, we're people with dragon maids, how can we let a few hairy big-headed soldiers serve us?

Besides, it's not convenient to have a female roll in the tent, isn't it?

Many people may have the misconception that the general must share the weal and woe with the soldiers in order to win the battle, but in fact, it is not, the era of line infantry is not so particular.

It should be said that the way soldiers were trained was different from that of modern times, and in this era, soldiers were only afraid of the whip in the hands of their commanders more than they were of guns, and the treatment of the big-headed soldiers was no better than that of animals.

There is also a cold knowledge that laymen don't know very well, and the reason why it is cold is because it is not so cold. In this era, guns were not so accurate, if two people fired at each other a hundred meters apart, without considering the European emperor, it seems that two line infantry who have only undergone ordinary training can shoot each other from noon to dinner.

Of course, this is only an exaggeration, but in fact the method of training can be seen in the floating cloud of shooting accuracy - in the Infantry Maneuver and Training Regulations of 1792, it was generally only required that the commanders should be able to point their guns in the direction of the enemy.

The bullet of the smoothbore gun, like the missile of the Indians, is fired out in mid-air and does Brownian motion.

So some people say that the queue is the first to shoot, why not lie down and fight, this kind of person you just look at him as ***, this tactic is the best solution at that time, it is not advisable to carve a boat for a sword, and you can't take a rifled gun with a fixed load to set the smoothbore gun era, as if you asked the overlords of the Spring and Autumn Period why they didn't dig trenches to deal with the invincible chariots.

Isn't this pure cerebral palsy?

In those days, each country had its own tricks, for example, the British liked to eat several rounds of salvos to pull the nearest distance, and one salvo broke the morale of the opponent; The Prussian army was better at loading, and their loading speed was very fast, which caused a lot of pressure on Tsarist Russia, and finally the famous Russian general Suvorov came up with a way that was not a way - to hit a *** salvo, and directly charge with a bayonet Ula of 300 meters!

Whether this trick works well against others or not is another matter, but it does work well against Prussia, which has a fast reload speed.

Since then, Suvorov has said that the bullet is a fool and the bayonet is a hero.

The de-powdering step back belongs to yes.

Of course, the topic is a bit far away, in short, specialization is a commonplace thing in this era.

The rations of ordinary soldiers in the British army, Louis was not interested in or had the opportunity to enjoy them, and the marshal in the battlefield did not know how much better than the big soldiers.

It rained heavily all night last night, and it didn't stop until after dawn. There were no roads these days, and after heavy rains, the roads were always muddy, and each of the big-headed soldiers had at least two or three pounds of sludge under their boots.

And that's not the most troubling, the damp and cold morning was even more uncomfortable, and many of the soldiers' clothes were even wet and sticky to their bodies. Come to think of it, it's already very uncomfortable for people to get wet, let alone a cat with a hairy body, and every cat soldier is grinning and restlessly shaking his body, trying to shake off the moisture on his body.

Fortunately, Meow Lington had already led his troops to reach the pre-set destination, and the troops were not uncomfortable when they camped and rested, but the frost and dew on the mountain were heavy, and the humid environment overnight still caused some soldiers to contract some symptoms of cold and flu.

I don't know what the British army of the original world did in the morning, but the British army of this world urged them to get up in the morning with the melodious sound of bagpipes.

Louis also got up early in the morning, and the marshal Xiaozao was not bad, and he had everything, even a rarity like a baguette.

You're at war with the French cats, my marshal!

Louis, who had eaten, planned to go to the barracks to digest the accumulated food. Smoke was rising in the barracks, and many big-headed cat soldiers were surrounding

Sit together and enjoy this rare comfort.

Louis walked over to a soldier around a campfire and looked down to see a little cat with a fried fish and a piece of bread in her hand, licking her lips and staring at the rare delicacy.

It is cod, the favorite food of the British in this era, and it is never tired of eating.

There are also a lot of side dishes, such as a small lump of fried onions and a portion of vegetable and meat offal, which is also a rare delicacy in the early morning when the shower first stops.

Fried onions were the supreme delicacy of the army in this era, especially the French army even made up an onion song to praise this delicacy, claiming that fried onions made them soar in combat - and also reminded Austria and dogs that they were not allowed to eat fried onions.

As a result, the emperor turned his head and married the daughter of the Austrian emperor, which can be said to be a backstab from a superior.

Somewhat ironically, after this marriage, Napoleon became the niece-in-law of Louis the Headless and Marie Antoinette.

Originally, he would not have eaten such a sumptuous meal in the morning, but since a general attack was about to be launched in a while, the Duke of Meowlington still ordered the big-headed soldiers to eat a full meal and try to eat something good.

A delicious and hearty meal can significantly boost the morale of the troops, especially after a cold, damp rain, with a campfire roast, a hearty meal – and most importantly, a steaming soup to warm up.

Little Flower Cat first sent down the big piece of bread with vegetables, meat and offal soup and fried onions, and then he put the grilled fish in the lunch box that originally contained the soup, and tasted this rare delicacy little by little—he was not in a hurry at all, and the warm bonfire roasted him very comfortably, and the ghost was willing to get up.

After eating all the grilled fish, he licked the cat's paws, removed the kettle from the campfire, and poured two-thirds of the boiling water into the lunch box.

The cat's mouth is very afraid of burning, and the little flower cat is not in a hurry to drink hot water, because the bonfire can only take care of the limbs and face, and can not warm the belly of the nest, so he fastened the lid of the lunch box and held it in his arms, and his eyebrows and beards slowly stretched, revealing a very satisfied lazy look.

Waiting for the water in the lunch box to cool down slightly, he carefully opened the lunch box, first sucked the top layer of oil flowers around the circle with a solemn face, and then took small sips with the look of successfully reaching the other side, and after swallowing the warm water with a rolling throat, he also made a "ha" sound, just listening to the sound can know the current mood of the voice owner.

Louis is all greedy.

It has long been known that there is such a strange man in the army who is the personal adviser of His Excellency Marshal Meowlington, so there is nothing to make a fuss about, everyone should eat and drink, and when they are full of food and drink, they will gather around the campfire and continue to roast the fire.

In this field, the British army was on the defensive, waiting for the French to attack them.

The Duke of Meowlington was in a very optimistic mood, after all, he had already made contact with Blücher, the commander-in-chief of Prumeow, who promised that he would lead the whole army to support the British in the early morning of the 18th.

In the original words of Meow Lington's Blücher letter, it was to stab Napoleon in the waist and eye.

All sides of the coalition were basically unanimous in their opinions, and if the French army did not attack on the 18th, then the coalition army would attack the French army on the 19th.

Good guys, if the mountain doesn't come, ***, *** will go to the mountain.

However, the Duke of Meowlington preferred that the French attack first, and as a master of anticline tactics, Meowlington's position was carefully chosen. It stretches along a gentle ridge and is about four thousand yards long. Three hundred yards directly in front of the center of the position was a manor, hastily fortified as outposts, where the coalition forces, cobbled together by the forces of several nations, discreetly mingled with the British along the entire front line.

The vital right flank was given to Cook's 1st Division, which consisted of four infantry battalions of the British Guards. The cavalry brigades were deployed as central reserves, between the front line and Mont Saint-Jean, and two British cavalry brigades formed the top of the left flank, which was relatively flat.

Most of the artillery units occupied positions on the hilltop line west of the road. From here, you can strafe the slope ahead. According to Meow Lington's instructions, the artillery ignored the enemy artillery and concentrated its artillery fire

Enemy infantry and cavalry fired at close range.

Louis didn't know much about war, but Chromie was sensible enough to make him a map that looked like a total war, and in his view, Meowlington had already deployed a fairly secure pocket, just waiting for Napoleon's troops to rush up and down the mountain to harvest corn.

Chromie also marked him very intimately the range of various artillery fires, as well as the range of the infantry, which really looked like a game.

It's a pity that this is not a game, but a real war in which countless people gamble their lives and shed their blood.

It is not difficult to understand from the map that everything was properly deployed, just waiting for Napoleon to plunge into his pocket.

Unlike the British army, Napoleon's troops had long run out of rice due to the disconnection from the convoy, and Napoleon ordered the troops to complete the preparations for the attack after breakfast at nine o'clock.

If Napoleon were Cao Cao, it is estimated that he would have to borrow logistics personnel.

He is very optimistic, after all, as a famous marshal, it is difficult to taste defeat in his life, even if he lost to Bizig before, in his opinion, it is just "this day I am not a war crime".

After all, he was the one who ran around the ground with a string of kings and emperors at the beginning.

"We have at least a 90 percent chance of winning, and a 10 percent chance of losing." Napoleon confidently said to the generals who accompanied him to the meal.

But this self-confidence did not infect others, especially the people of Soult and Neyin, who had fought in the Yoon Bilia Peninsula and Meowlington, who were not optimistic about the current situation.

The French army is basically empty of morale now, there is a difference between time and place, Napoleon only occupies one person, and it is purely based on personal charm.

"It's hard to say." Prince Jérôme muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" This time Napoleon heard the little words, and he looked sharply at his brother.

Prince Jérôme pursed his lips and gave a very important piece of information: "One of my attendants, while having lunch at the tavern of the King of Spain in Ginape, overheard some gossip among the British officials that the Prussians were going to depart from Wafrey......

Napoleon threw his baguette on the table with his backhand, and he stood up and denied it loudly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The Prussians have been driven away by Grouchy, and it will take at least two days for them to arrive here to help, and even if they return, we still have Grouchy! As long as Groushi attacks, everything will be fine......

"It's hard to say." Jérôme once again contradicts his brother.

Napoleon was in a hurry, he looked left and right, drew his command knife from the hand of one of his attendants, and cried out in a loud voice: "You brute, I have slaughtered you...... Kill you!"

It's a pity that the nimble Nei Yin struck you with a weapon (physics) and took away the command knife.

Jérôme had already run away without a trace when he saw that the opportunity was not good......

"Your Majesty is angry!" Nei Yin stuffed the command knife back into the squire's scabbard, Napoleon actually regretted it a little when he drew the knife, and when he saw that there was a step down, he took a deep breath and sat on the chair and continued to talk about the possible direction of the battle.

On the whole, under the infection of Napoleon, everyone is quite optimistic, after all, His Majesty the Emperor's command knife may not have long eyes, and if he is not stabbed to death by the British bayonet, it will be more than worth the loss if he is cut by the emperor first.

At ten o'clock in the morning, after Napoleon and the commanders of the armies, the commanders returned to their troops. At eleven o'clock, Napoleon issued a final battle order to the army commanders, and when the whole army was ready in battle order at about one o'clock in the afternoon, the emperor would immediately order Marshal Nei Yin to attack and seize the village of Mont Saint-Jean at the crossroads.

And Napoleon gave a death order that the artillery of the whole army must be used intensively to cover the attack launched by Marshal Neyin.

Napoleon was too conceited, and he was convinced that it would be enough to first prepare the artillery with his beloved twelve-pounder gun, and then advance in the direction of Brussels with his always invincible troops

By breaking through the center of Meowlington and crushing his army in one fell swoop, he would be able to march leisurely for twelve miles to Brussels, surrounded by the Guards.

In order to match his conceit, the old guard's backpack was already filled with the dress of the military parade that would be held.

How much the behavior of Shepchenko belongs to yes.

What is the champagne at half-time (tactical back-up).

At this time, the reconnaissance troops sent out by the Duke of Meowlington also detected the movements of the French army, and he scattered the troops on the hill of Mount Saint-Jean, and Lao Li probed alone, holding a telescope to observe the movements of the French army.

At 11:30 a.m., the world-famous Battle of Waterloo officially began.