Meow Lington grabbed the brim of his hat with one hand, staring intently at the movement of the battlefield, his lips moving slightly.

At present, the situation on the battlefield is not clear, but fortunately, Nei Yin's attack seems to have been carried out by the cavalry alone, and no infantry cooperation was found.

This made him secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"General Lambert asks for more troops!" The adjutant behind him shouted.

Meow Lington didn't look back, kept his hand on the brim of his hat, and replied in a loud voice, "I can only send my best wishes to General Lambert!"

Good fellow, do you really give General Lambert all the support except for help?

It is estimated that General Lambert will now have to greet the Duke of Meowlington's whole family from the position.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the French Marshal Neyin finally led the remnants of the army to retreat, and the French captured the heavily defended farm of La Haie-Sainte, which was heavily defended by the British army. It was a strategic location, and both sides were convinced that whoever took control of the farm would be victorious.

In the rear of the French position, Napoleon learned of the good news through the report of his adjutant, and he said cheerfully to Marshal Sirte: "Sirte, write a letter to Paris at once, and tell them...... What time is it?"

Speaking of which, Napoleon realized that he didn't even know what time it was.

Marshal Soult took out his pocket watch, and after careful confirmation, replied, "About six o'clock, Your Majesty."

The wind howled, bringing up puffs of dust and even blowing Napoleon's hat to the ground. He put his hand in front of him and said loudly, "Tell them that we defeated Meowlington's troops at Six!"

"And." He added, "We won the battle, no, tell them, we won the war!"

On the other side of the British position, the Duke of Meowlington's lieutenant also saw the battle through the telescope, and he reported with a little sadness: "Your Excellency! The French have captured the farm of La Haiye Sainte, and the tricolor has been raised!"

Duke Meowlington's cat's paw trembled slightly, and his lips twitched twice, but he didn't say anything.

"The farmstead has fallen, Your Excellency, and we can't stop them." The adjutant reminded him, even if he knew that Duke Meowlington was in a bad mood now, he would have to report it, after all, he still had to decide all this, whether to continue to fight or retreat, it was just in the boss's thoughts.

Meow Lington's ocean-blue eyes were full of melancholy, and he said to a general wearing a tall bearskin hat beside him, "Looks, Ebridge, we are losing this battle."

Ebridge was silent, he did not know what to say to comfort his marshal. In the middle of the night, Meowlington muttered a long sigh that seemed to be praying, "God, please give me another night...... Or give me Blucher......

Catherine, who was not far away, asked in a low voice, "Are you going to retreat?" Don't...... There's a change in the timeline?"

"Nope." Louis squeezed Catherine's shoulder firmly: "Don't worry, it's not over yet."

On the French position, Napoleon looked at the battlefield in the distance, and his heart began to fight between heaven and man.

[Now, you just need to let the Old Guard advance, and then you can take Brussels directly.] 】….

After several hesitations, he finally made up his mind and ordered the Old Guard to be ready for battle.

The Old Guards are the most elite troops in the whole Meow Lanxi, most of its members are composed of hundreds of elite soldiers who have participated in at least 20 major battles, served in the army for at least 20 years, and have an average height of 1.85 meters.

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Magnificent flags embroidered with the places where they fought: Marengo, Ulm, Austerlitz, Jena, Élau, Friedland, Essling, Wagram, Smolensk, on the banks of the Moskva River, Vienna, Berlin, Madrid and Moscow.

This is not only their glory, but also the battles that have made them famous.

Napoleon wanted to follow the Old Guard, but was forced to retreat under the strong pressure of the generals.

At this time, Duke Meowlington was washing his face, and under Ebridge's repeated urging, he finally made a decision.

"I'm going to give up my left."

"Your Excellency?" Ebridge asked, somewhat incredulous.

"I want all the rest of us to come here, here!" Meow Lington commanded categorically, the hair on his face trembling with his movements.

After saying that, he leaned down again, took a handful of water, put it on his face, and after puffing it for a while, got up and ordered, "Let them come here!" Every brigade, every battalion, every soldier, come here for me!"

With that, he patted Ebridge's arm, "Go, transfer every cannon to them."

"Yes!" Ebridge turned and ran to give the order.

After he left, Meowlington was wiping his face with a towel, and behind him came a general wearing a bearskin hat, and he had a circle of gauze wrapped around his right hand, which must have been slightly injured by the cat's paw.

"My people have been reduced by five! Meow Lington!" He shouted angrily, and when he saw Meow Lington turn around, he softened his tone, "But they're still holding on!"

"If Marshal Blucher doesn't come, they'll break every bone in my body!" Meow Lington handed the towel to the people next to him and made a sneer.

The general also knew that he couldn't push the boss into a hurry, so he quickly stretched out his cat's paws, and after spreading them out, there were several bunches of edamame inside: "Very delicious beans, Meow Lington."

"If I don't know anything about the world in the world, it's farming." He took the two beans and replied thoughtlessly.

At this time, the British army suddenly stirred uneasily.

"What's wrong? What are you panicking about?" Meow Lington asked, frowning.

"Your Excellency, listen!" Lawrence reminded nervously. ….

He listened intently, and the beans in his hand fell to the ground with a click.

"It's the Old Guard! Old Guard!" There were soldiers in the army who had fought against the old guards, and their courage was almost instantaneous, and they began to buzz with each other, and an atmosphere of unease spread rapidly among the army.

No one thought their team would be able to compete head-on with the Old Guard, unless a miracle strikes.

Not far away, the solemn Old Guards were marching towards the British position, Mount Saint-Jean, accompanied by their exclusive march "Victory Belongs to Ours".

Meowrington cursed in a somewhat impatient whisper, "Marshal Blucher, where the hell are you......

Just as he was baring his teeth in a hurry, a black army suddenly appeared in the woods far away from the battlefield.

"Look over there! Your Excellency!" Louis knew that Blucher should have appeared at this time, and in order to save Meowlington's mind, he patted the latter on the shoulder and pointed to the woods in the distance to remind.

By the way, he was handed a telescope.

This time the distance was close, and Meow Lington was finally able to see the color of the other party's clothes clearly.

"It's black...... It's black! Oh my God, it's Marshal Blucher! I love him to death!" Meowrington shouted excitedly, "Cheer up, our reinforcements are coming!" Marshal Blucher, he has arrived with his troops!"

The originally gloomy atmosphere in the troops was also swept away at this moment, and a miracle came to be able to compete with the Old Guard? Look, isn't this just a goddamn miracle?

In contrast to the jubilation of the British positions, there was a dead silence on the French positions.

A galloping horse came galloping and announced in a loud voice, "Your Majesty! The Prussians were in the woods! Blucher is in the woods!"

Napoleon was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself in pain, "I used to

I made a mistake, I should have burned Berlin!"

Walking back into the tent, he sat down in his chair tiredly and muttered, "Well, well, we still have hope, as long as Grouch attacks, everything will be fine......

"My Majesty......" Sirt stammered, "Groushi, Groushi......

Napoleon raised his eyes to look at Soulte, only to find that the latter had his mouth open and could not say a word.

"Grouchy said he couldn't lead his troops over, he didn't have enough time." General Dowarle added quickly.

Napoleon was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand tremblingly, removed the hat from his head, and whispered, "Stay by name, Sirte, Duvalle, Drouot, and Cambrona."

When everyone was leaving the tent, Napoleon suddenly burst out and shouted, "That's my order!" It's an order to Grouchy to come to the rescue! What a thing is he! Are you so bold that you dare to defy my orders?"

"So the situation has reached this point, and the whole chain of command is fooling me! These generals are piled up together, at best, they are monkeys, vicious stinky fish and shrimp with no existential value!"

"Your Majesty, I can't tolerate these soldiers, these are soldiers who ......have fought hard for you," General Duaille spoke at a speed comparable to that of a player who sang Nigo Allegro the day after tomorrow, speaking quickly and clearly. ….

"It's just a bunch of stinky fish and rotten shrimp! Anti-thieves and dog scum!" Napoleon roared filial piety.

"My Majesty, what you say is too heavy!"

"Where are these generals, it simply endangers the entire Meow Lanxi nation, and it's infuriating!"

Napoleon threw his gloves on the table at once.

"The reason why they call themselves generals and marshals is that they have made up enough years in the military academy, holding the blade, and they have only learned how to eat and fat! For years, you've only known how to drag me back!"

This is not wrong, don't talk about others, just talk about an inner Yin, how many times has it been with the wind.

Instead of following Napoleon's orders to expand the results of the battle at La Heye's Saint-Te farm, Ney Yin launched an attack on Meowlington's British main camp with eight Guards battalions.

Compared with this, the water people wave highlands can be regarded as white lotuses.

"Eight hundred years earlier, I should have pulled out these thieves and killed them one by one! Learn Justinian Meow!"

Indeed, Justinian is so ruthless, such a big victorious general Belisarius said that he would cut it, and Liu Yilong had the taste of cutting Tan Daoji.

At this roar, Napoleon was also tired, he sat down with his tired body, pounded his chest, and whispered: "What a great man I have relied on, I have never relied on myself alone, but I have dominated the whole European territory......

Not to mention Napoleon, who was still furious at the command post, Blucher's troops at the edge of the woods had already poured out of their nests and lined up in a neat queue.

If you want to talk about Blucher as a person, other advantages are not conspicuous, but one point is very prominent.

That is, this person can always be in the right position at the right moment.

"Hold high the black flag, children! There is no mercy! There are no captives!" Blücher, the black cat, had a resolute countenance, and his pale beard danced as he spoke: "I will shoot at anyone who has mercy on the enemy!"

He took off his hat and shouted the order, "Forward!"

Accompanied by rhythmic drums and marches, the Prussian army marched briskly forward.

When he approached the French, Blucher knew that Meowlington would not last long, so he took off his hat and fell to the ground, shouting, "Charge! Charge! My children!"

The Prussian calvary cavalry received the order and began to charge at full speed, like a sharp knife, straight into the flank of the Old Guard.

Meow Lington also saw the Prussian cavalry galloping on horseback, and he excitedly shouted to the soldiers hiding in the grass on the hillside, "This is now! Rise! Get ready to fight!"

The rain of bullets that burst out from the side caught the old guards off guard. But they are the Old Guard after all, they

Still moving forward with perseverance.

"It's Grouchy! They're coming!" The sound of the horse's hooves was heard, and someone shouted excitedly.

Immediately someone shouted, "No, it's Blucher! It's all over! The Prussians are coming!"

The Old Guards began to hesitate, and the fierce artillery fire began to meet them, coupled with the charge of the Prussian cavalry, even the Iron Army could not withstand such a flanking attack, and they gradually began to show signs of collapse.

Nei Yin angrily shouted loudly, "Have I reached the point where I am fighting alone! Charge with me! Are you still French! Stand with me!" ….

"The Prussians are coming! Your Excellency!" A Guards soldier shouted.

The battlefield was so noisy that few people noticed Nei Yin's movements, the Prussian cavalry with tall horses and high military caps embroidered with skulls on their heads were constantly charging through the crowd, and with the support of British artillery fire, the old guards had been scattered to the point that they could not disperse any longer.

Nei Yin pulled a soldier and shouted, "Don't you know me? I'm Nei Yin! The marshal of Meow Lancy! Hold on for another hour and we'll be able to defeat them! Are you still the Guard!"

The last sentence completely reclaimed the glory of the Old Guard, and they began to gather around Neiyin to fight against the Prussians and the British army on both sides.

On the French position, someone shouted, "The Old Guard has been routed!"

Napoleon turned his head in disbelief, and in any case could not have imagined that the Old Guard, on which he had always placed high hopes, would one day fail.

He sat down on the ground with a look of determination.

Napoleon drew his sword from his waist and walked forward with a resolute countenance.

"What are you going to do, my majesty!" Sulter was shocked and hurriedly ran over and asked.

"I'm going to be with my guards!" Napoleon replied.

Soule hurriedly called the generals to seize Napoleon's weapons and carried him backwards despite his struggles.

"Let go of me! I am the Emperor of the Meow Empire! I should be with my soldiers! If I want to die, I will also die on the battlefield, with my soldiers! Let go of me!" He struggled in vain, but the generals beside him did not let go of him.

In this way, Napoleon was carried away from the battlefield by the generals.

On the slopes of Mont Saint-Jean, seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Meowlington, who had relaxed down, smiled and joked to Ebridgech beside him: "Ebridge, if I had seen 30,000 people running together before, I would probably be scared to death."

"Move the whole front forward!" He commanded.

"In which direction, Lord Duke?" Ebridge asked dumbfoundedly.

Meow Lington glanced at Ebridge with a fool's gaze, and smiled and pointed to the back of the British soldier charging in front of him: "Of course it is always forward, there is no doubt about it."

The joyful atmosphere was contagious, and the entire British military top brass was filled with warm smiles.

Behind them stood the Louis Four, and Catherine was in a good mood now, perhaps because of the victory, or because she had adapted to the brutality of the battlefield.

She looked at Louis: "The war is over, I really didn't expect the Prussians to come in such time, you know, I thought we were going to lose......

"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and until the last moment, no one knows which side will be able to achieve the final victory." Louis put his arm around her shoulders and looked down at Chromie, "Is that the end of it?"

"There's one last step to go." Chromie replied in a low voice.

The battle on the battlefield was also drawing to a close, and the artillery fire roared, driving the remaining French soldiers together.

"Form a phalanx to defend!" Nei Yin ordered loudly in the center, and the old guards also obeyed the command, and the last two hundred or so people surrounded the last hollow phalanx. ….

Constantly people fell to the ground under the guns of the British, and gradually, the Old Guards ran out of the last bit of ammunition.

The adjutant on the horse looked at the tragic scene in front of him and was in a low voice

The voice sighed, "We are slaughtering, Lord Duke."

"I pray to God......" Mewlington looked sadly ahead, "—this is the last battle I commanded......

The British cavalry gathered from all sides and surrounded the Old Guards like iron buckets. When everything was ready, the adjutant just now, holding a white flag, rode slowly in front of the French army, and shouted, "Brave Frenchman! You have done everything you can, Lord Duke, Duke Meowlington has asked you to save your lives, do you agree to surrender?"

The soldiers of the Old Guard were all wounded, and they were exhausted by the long battle, some of them even barely supported their bodies with their rifles on the ground, and some of them supported each other with their comrades, but no one showed a weak expression, and they looked at the adjutant who persuaded him to surrender with a resolute expression, without the slightest sign of weakness.

Then, the remnants of the soldiers erupted in earth-shattering chanting.

"The Old Guard would rather die than surrender!"

Catherine's hand on Louis's arm suddenly became stronger, and when Louis turned around, she saw her nervous face.

"Oh, no—" She tried to stop Meowlington, but dropped her hand in frustration.

The fate of the ending cannot be changed.

Meow Lington was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, hesitated again, and waved forward.

The cavalry, who had received the order, dispersed, revealing a door aimed at the French phalanx, and shotgun-loaded cannons.

「Fire！」

The cannon roared in unison, deafening, and the thick smoke of gunpowder shrouded the place where the French army had been assembled. When the smoke cleared, there were no more people standing there, and they all fell in pools of blood.

The sound of the system rang in Louis's ears as well.

"*Mission Completion ......"

Louis was shocked, I don't remember that I took the task?.

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