King's Landing in France

Chapter 140 I Have Admiral Dawu
Davout held a saber in one hand and a flintlock gun in the other, hacking and killing among the enemy like a god of war.

He used the flintlock as a spear to attack and defend, and the saber in his right hand to attack. He has already cut down seven or eight enemies in a row.

The enemy's blood stained half of Davout's field of vision, and his bald head was half drawn and turned red.

Every time he kills an enemy, he never forgets to roar: "Hold on! Victory will belong to us!"

When the eighth enemy was cut down, some soldiers shouted: "The enemy has retreated!"

Davout turned his head and saw that the retreating enemy troops were crossing the ridgeline and fleeing to the rear on the field next to his defense zone.

"The enemy is retreating!" Davout roared. "We have won!"

The enemy troops who were still fighting with Davout's troops realized that the other troops were mobilized after Davout's voice, so they also turned around and mobilized.

In a blink of an eye, all the enemies around the low wall were gone, and Davout's troops fired a last round of bullets at them, and then began to cheer loudly.

Davout also cheered together, and after shouting a few times, he suddenly sighed.

The soldier next to him immediately asked curiously, "Captain, what's wrong with you?"

Dawu: "It's a pity that there are no cavalry, otherwise we can chase the enemy! If the enemy flees like this, they will be regrouped at the foot of the mountain."

The soldier asked suspiciously, "Have we not won yet?"

Davout: "Of course not, it's still early! The enemy has only invested half of it, and the next attack will be even more ferocious."

Davout suddenly raised his voice: "Okay! Don't cheer! Count the number of people in each battalion! Officers who died in battle will be commanded by their ranks as substitutes! You guys, repair the sections of the low wall that were damaged by the bombardment!"

Although the low wall is only as high as a person's thigh, it is also a very important defensive facility.

Davout turned his head to look at the several guns assigned to him, and shouted: "Where are the artillerymen, are there any surviving artillerymen?"

No one responded.

It seems that in the hand-to-hand combat just now, the artillerymen have all fought off the enemies who rushed up.

Davout ordered a few people casually: "Follow me, I will teach you how to use the cannon! You don't need to calculate any complicated shooting angles, just shoot flat and shoot shotguns!"

**
An Ning mounted his horse and galloped into the white smoke formed by the shooting.

After running not far, he saw a man who had been shot and fell to the ground.

There were quite a few people down, and it appeared that the artillery volleys had caused considerable casualties to the enemy.

After walking a few more steps, he saw an enemy soldier with a broken leg, limping while leaning on a rifle.

An Ning pulled out his saber and wanted to chop this guy down, but the other party turned around and looked at An Ning with lifeless eyes, preventing him from swinging the long knife in his hand.

This guy has no desire to fight anymore.

An Ning put down the knife and shouted loudly: "Lie down! Surrender to our army!"

The enemy complied without any resistance, lying on the ground with his head in his hands.

An Ning ran past the surrendered soldier.

Soon the mill emerged from the smoke.

The mill has been knocked down in half, the blades of the windmill have fallen off, and only half of the roof of the barn next to it is left.

But the flag of Davout's [-]st Brigade still flies here.

Someone saw An Ning and shouted, "Your Excellency! It's Your Excellency the General!"

The soldiers immediately turned their heads to look behind and cheered in unison: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, is always healthy and victorious!"

An Ning waved his hand, and seeing Davu coming forward, he tightened the reins and stopped his horse.

Davu came over to hold An Ning's horse, and said excitedly, "Your Excellency, General! We repelled the first wave of the enemy!"

Seeing Dawu's appearance, An Ning knew that this was a bloody battle, and felt that Dawu was indeed a fierce general.

It's a pity that another fierce general, Rana, went to the night attack last night and has not returned yet.

If this is broken, it will be considered a victory today, and An Ning will not be able to sleep well tonight.

But now is not the time to think about such things, An Ning patted Davu on the shoulder: "You did a good job!"

"It was your good tactics that drove back the enemies on both wings! How long has it been!"

Davout had a loud voice, and everyone could hear his words clearly.

Immediately, the soldiers of the first brigade began to shout: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, is healthy and always victorious!"

An Ning gently waved: "The battle is not over yet! Keep preparing for the battle!"

Davout also turned his head and yelled to his subordinates: "You all heard it, take your positions! The battle is not over yet!"

They all watched the soldiers here reluctantly return to their duties.

An Ning rode to the highest point of the hill, took out the binoculars to observe the situation below.

The enemy's shelling did not stop, and from time to time shells roared and landed near Anning.

But the intense shooting just now happened on the back of the hillside, so there is not so much smoke in front of it, and the enemy who is retreating down the mountain can be seen more clearly, as well as the enemy's main formation at the bottom of the mountain.

Especially the enemy's main formation, Lafayette still has 2 people who have not participated in the battle and are resting at the foot of the mountain.

An Ning saw the officers on horseback rushing down the mountain, obviously gathering the retreating troops.

An Ning muttered: "It's a pity, the cavalry is restraining the enemy's cavalry, or they will rush down... Maybe the battle can end now."

Davout: "Yes, the enemy's next attack will definitely involve more troops, and that will be the real test."

As soon as the words fell, a shell landed not far away, splashing clods of earth as high as a person.

Neither An Ning nor Davout was moved.

At this time, someone galloped over from behind on horseback: "You two! I brought the artillery up again!"

An Ning turned her head and saw that it was Napoleon.

Davout spoke first: "You did a good job, Bonaparte, the last volley of cannonballs almost knocked people down."

Napoleon: "Because of the well-selected terrain and this mobile artillery, the use of cavalry artillery will become a part of winning the battlefield in the future!"

After the words fell, the cavalry artillery unit deployed on the top of the mountain opened fire on the enemy down the mountain again.

An Ning: "Are there enough shells?"

"There are enough shells. I have prepared a sufficient number of shells in the second position I chose. Enough to give the enemy another look!" Napoleon said with a childlike smile, looking like a child having fun, "This In one battle, my artillery alone has killed hundreds or even thousands!"

An Ning suddenly remembered looking for the lame wounded soldier he saw on Davout Road.

Obviously they are all revolutionaries, but they want to hurt each other, fuck it.

Thinking of this, An Ning couldn't help resenting Lafayette and the gentlemen in Paris.

They must be made to pay the price!

**
Lafayette looked at the retreating troops in disbelief.

"I can't believe it!" he yelled angrily, "Twice as many troops were deployed, yet they were defeated so easily! It took less than an hour to start the attack!"

Berthier looked very calm: "The enemy should have used the hillside. If we deploy our troops on the reverse slope, our artillery can hardly hit the enemy."

Lafayette: "Let our artillery push the cannon forward!"

Berthier showed embarrassment: "Our cannons are all heavy twelve-pound guns, which are difficult to push up. I suggest that we retreat first, retreat to a terrain suitable for our operations, and then seek a decisive battle..."

Lafayette said angrily: "No! The enemy has occupied the high ground. Once we start to retreat and the enemy suddenly rushes down the mountain in the chaos, it will be over.

"Even if we can successfully retreat! With 4 of us, we retreated in front of 5000, and our morale will be destroyed! They will burn the camp again tonight, and tomorrow morning we will all be bare commanders!!"

Lafayette thought for a while and gave an order: "Collect the retreating troops immediately and line up on both sides of the First Division. Let's attack again!"

At this moment, the officer in charge of observing the hill suddenly shouted: "The enemy has retreated from the hill!"

Lafayette hurriedly looked towards the top of the mountain, and sure enough, he saw that the military flag that had been flying on the top of the mountain began to retreat.

(End of this chapter)