"Prussians, definitely Prussians." Napoleon made up his mind after thinking about it, and noticed that the general on the side raised the telescope, and he stopped: "It's not necessary, don't look at it, it must be a Prussian, Grouchy can't be in that position at this time, I know him."

"Now they're still far away, and as far as you and I are concerned, they have to get to Warsaw, you know?"

Soult reluctantly put down the binoculars, and finally nodded helplessly: "Understood, Your Majesty."

"Meowrington is fighting in a new way, and his ass is sitting steady...... We've got to get him down." Napoleon turned back to the map, looked around, and said slowly, "I need Grouchy to break through that village at the foot of the hill now, so that we can win."

No one answered him, no one knew where Grouch was now.

Napoleon waited for a long time and did not wait for an answer, when an indescribable irritation welled up in his heart, and he dropped the pen in his hand and cried out, "Where is Grouchy! I need his army, where is Grouchy! Oh my God, why do I have to do everything myself?"

An indescribable rush welled up in his heart, and coupled with the pain in the Kikube area, Napoleon's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

This frightened the surrounding generals, who hurriedly rushed forward to support Napoleon and asked with concern, "Your Majesty, are you injured?"

Napoleon's doctor, however, knew what was going on, and he whispered, "Your Majesty, as your doctor, I advise you to leave the battlefield and that you lie down......

Walking a few steps, Napoleon saw that the soldiers were looking at him with concern, he knew that as the emperor, and the souls of the soldiers, he could not show the slightest weakness, so he stretched out the people who were supporting him, and staggered to his feet, although it was still painful, but with the support of willpower, Napoleon still stood firmly in front of the old guards.

It's time to rest, I still have to rest, I slept on the marching bed for two hours yesterday, and even the iron beaten people can't bear it.

The Duke of Meowlington was also staring at the group of people of unknown origin, and Jubrich on his left side looked at it and said, "I think it's the blue meow of the Grouchy army, Your Excellency, that's what we're afraid of, look, Grouchy is coming......

"Damn, that could be the black of the Prumeow army!" After Meow Lington finished speaking, a cannonball flew over his head, and his head subconsciously followed the trajectory of the cannonball. Then he put away the binoculars, walked to a young officer behind him with his hands behind his back, and took out the binoculars to look at them, but the result was still the same as just now, he still didn't see whether the person who came was surnamed Ying or Fa.

"Hai Yin, you're younger, and your eyes are better, let's see what color it is."

As he spoke, Meow Lington handed the telescope in his hand to Haiyin.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I can't see clearly." Hae-in replied after looking at it carefully for a moment.

Meurington didn't get a definite answer, he paced back and forth with his hands behind his back a little impatiently, and finally ordered, "Lord Haiyin, you go and make a run, and let General Lambert take a hundred steps back in the direction of the slope." ….

"But your Excellency ......"

"Execute your orders! Sir!" Meowrington's tone was unmistakable.

"Yes!" Lord Haiyin turned his horse's head.

The order was quickly delivered, and Meowlington sat on his tall horse and watched the soldiers retreat, with a burning tree beside him.

The talkative Lawrence was following the troops back, and he noticed the situation next to Meowlington, and couldn't help but remind, "Your Excellency, I need to say that it's best not to get too close to the trees on a rainy day......

"I see what you mean, thank you." Meowrington accepted the soldier's advice with ease: "I will take your presumptuous opinion."

As he spoke, he whipped his horse's ass and went to inform Louis that they were also withdrawing with the army.

A few steps from the white horse under his seat fell on the spot where he had been standing.

The scale of the retreat of 10,000 people is very large, and it is also very conspicuous

Even Marshal Nei Yin, who commanded the French cavalry in the distance, could see it clearly.

"Meowlington has retreated!" He shouted excitedly, as if he saw the homeroom teacher answering the phone and hurrying away from the student.

Michelle Neiyin, a purebred raccoon cat, nicknamed the warrior of the warriors, is very strong, but like Wu Guanchao and my super brother, his head is full of muscles.

Seeing that the advantage was dry, A went up to save and rescue, and that's basically it.

He was now behaving like he was playing a game, framing his cavalry and aiming directly at Meowlington's position and going up.

In fact, Louis used to do this when he used to play RTS games, but unlike Nei Yin, Louis usually has dozens of Apocalypse tanks in the upper A......

"Meowlington has retreated!" He repeated again, "Everyone, all of them, ready to attack!"

Single-celled organisms are like this, pure single-core and single-threaded, and Marshal Nei Yin, who was excited, was full of Meow Lington, who was chasing and retreating, and completely left the matter of "Do you want to ask the emperor" behind.

Don't miss the opportunity and fight by asking for instructions? You can't even eat hot in the snow!

But if you have a little brain, you won't have no brains at all.

"Everyone, come here!" Neyin was still very excited, his beard shaking with his movements, and he raised his arms and shouted, "Come with me!" Trumpeter, blow the trumpet!" ——

It didn't matter what he did, the cavalry units around him watched him lead the charge, and thought that he had received some instructions from Napoleon, and they all joined the battle with him.

Tens of thousands of cavalry joined the battle, galloping across the vast plains. The sun's rays shone on their breastplates and sabers raised high, reflecting a dazzling and dazzling light.

When the scouts informed Meowlington of the French cavalry to charge, he immediately made the decision to assemble in a hollow phalanx on the other side of the hill and charge with his face in the face.

It should be said that riding on foot is not a fantasy joke, the infantry will be afraid when they see the cavalry charge, but the cavalry will be even more afraid when they look at the bright bayonets of the infantry, especially the horses under their seats, even if they have been trained for a long time, it is difficult to overcome the fear of shiny sharp weapons in their hearts. ….

Some people may say that blindfolding the horses will solve the problem. So the question is, try to blindfold you and let you run a hundred meters in a strange place?

It can only be said that romance is romance, and the things in the work of art can be enjoyed.

Meowlington and Louis stood in the center of the middle phalanx, and in order to be less conspicuous, and at the adjutant's advice, he chose to dismount from his horse, so as not to be the first to be shot.

As the French cavalry approached, the whole ground gradually began to shake, and the rumbling sound sounded oppressive, and the soldiers in front of Louis rubbed their hands on their guns one by one, swallowing their saliva laboriously, waiting to meet the onslaught of the French cavalry.

However, it has nothing to do with them, mainly because the hollow phalanx on the periphery suffers.

Finally, Nei Yin's cavalry charged to the top of the slope, and he thought that Meow Lington was retreating, but what he saw was a hollow phalanx like a porcupine, and there were many.

The modern cavalry is different from the ancient cavalry, the modern systematic training makes their literacy stronger than that of ancient times, and the queue is as neat as a wall, and like waves of waves, pouring towards the British army, and the shiny cuirasses on the cavalry are so bright that people can't open their eyes.

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What? Can't I leave for a moment? What is he doing over there?"

Napoleon angrily pointed in the direction of the cavalry and shouted hysterically, "How can the cavalry attack without infantry support! What is wrong with him!"

No matter how he could have imagined, Nei Yin, as the marshal of the First Army, could actually make such a low-level mistake, even if he let the cavalry attack alone, he still attacked the infantry who had already lined up, which was something that Zhao Kuo and Ma Tan might not be able to do.

The smoke and dust of the two armies were mixed with the smoke of the infantry's shooting and the dust brought up by the cavalry charge, coupled with the sound of guns and cannons, the roar of fighting, the cries of the wounded, and the neighing of horses, constituted a real scene of hell on earth.

Louis admits that he has seen a lot of war movies, but no matter how real the movie is, it is just a movie, and the real battlefield in front of him is ......

He saw with his own eyes that not far away a young white cat was slashed by a French cavalry on the neck artery while loading ammunition, the little white cat fell to the ground, in vain with his hands on the gurgling neck of the bloody blood, both legs began to tremble weakly, and a French cavalry meow, one leg was broken by a cannonball, and was being crushed on the grass by the dead horse, holding the leg and wailing. ….

"Fawn, fawn......" Catherine repeated unconsciously, her eyes full of fear, her hands gripping Louis's clothes tightly, holding him tightly, burying her face in his chest, unable to bear to look at the hell in front of her.

Louis didn't speak, but gently stroked Catherine's blonde hair with his hand, trying to calm her mind.

It's not to blame for her timidity, even Louis himself can't stand it, I'm afraid that no one in such a slaughterhouse can be calm except for a natural butcher.

Except for the stupid big sister Christasa, who was sitting on the sidelines munching on something.

It's a shame that she's in the mood to eat it.

"Think of your wives, your sweethearts, your homes, think of England Meow, soldiers, think of England Meow!"

Louis followed the voice to see Lord Haiyin in the center of the formation on the side, who was riding on his horse, holding a command knife and shouting slogans, trying to cheer up the soldiers of the phalanx.

But his behavior was too dazzling, and he was soon shot by the French, a bullet hit him in the head, Lord Haiyin stretched out his cat's paw in disbelief and touched the gunshot wound on his head, glanced at Duke Meowlington, wanted to say anything but could not say it at all, and finally fell to the ground weakly, ending his young life.

Duke Meowlington's mouth moved, wanting to say something, but he couldn't.

With the death of Lord Haiyin, his phalanx began to crumble, and the bagpiper in the center was still playing vigorously, trying to boost the morale of his brothers, but unfortunately the French cavalry had already killed and slashed the bagpiper in the back.

"*** guys! Come on! You *** meow!" Lawrence saw the tragic death of the bagpiper, and while scolding, he picked up his rifle and began to shoot with the people around him.

The battlefield had already become chaotic, no one knew where their bullets had hit, no one knew when the cavalry in front of them would stop attacking, and the cavalry did not know how long the enemy would be able to hold out.

"Louis ......" Meadlington didn't look back, and called softly.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Louis didn't stop stroking Catherine's hair.

"...... said," he hesitated, but asked again, "can we win?"

"Trust your soldiers." Louis didn't give him a positive answer.

Just as Meow Lington was about to say something, Jack, the three-flowered cat in the phalanx, broke down and began to want to run out, and the people around him immediately held him down, but Jack shouted, "Let me go!" Can't you let me out for God's sake? Why?"

Under his vigorous struggle, he really broke free from the obstruction of his companions, and he rushed out of the phalanx with the Bible in his hand.

"Jack! Damn, who's going to stop him meow!" Lawrence was in a hurry, this was his neighbor's good boy, and he wanted to rush out of the phalanx to take him

rescued, but he also knew the importance of discipline, and it didn't matter if he left, the soldiers in the first platoon would definitely follow his actions and disperse.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Jack roared without looking back.

"Oh God, call someone to stop him, where is he going?" Lawrence tried to run out and pull him back, but was held down by four or five of his companions.

Jack walked out of the phalanx, looked at the French cavalry who were still charging and killing, and shouted hysterically, "We don't know each other, how can we kill each other! Why! Why! Why are we killing each other?"

"How can we! Why should we kill each other!"

He broke down and threw his rifle and hat to the ground, but on this battlefield, his voice was too small and insignificant compared to the sound of artillery and gunfire.

No one cared about his opinion, and no one knew why they were killing each other, maybe Duke Meowlington knew, and Lord Haiyin knew, but these big-headed soldiers really didn't know what they were fighting for.

Soon, he could no longer torture the French cavalry in front of him, who was also born as a cat, and a knight in a shining cuirass galloped towards him, his saber raised high, and in a single stroke he cut off his young head.

Blood soaked the land, and he faced the direction of the phalanx, and Lawrence clearly saw that the last thing burning in his cat's eyes was unparalleled sadness.

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