King's Landing in France

Chapter 143 Ambition
Napoleon was on the mountain, and he saw the enemy's camp behind him on fire from a distance.

"It's the apprentice from the dyeing workshop!" Napoleon was overjoyed, "What's his name, grass? He did a great job, no wonder Andy valued him so much! I thought Andy was wrong this time! Hey, you remember that dyeing workshop What is the apprentice's name?"

The sergeant who was held back by Napoleon hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly, "It seems to be called Lana?"

"Oh yes, Lana! He did a great job! We can't lose! Reload! Reload after this round! Quick!"

As soon as the voice fell, the loaded artillery fired.

Amidst the sound of firing successively, some artillerymen asked worriedly: "The enemy is closer than last time, what should they do if they stop and fire?"

Napoleon yelled, "Don't worry! They won't stop and shoot! Because the bullets are going to go over the ridgeline!"

The flintlock has only one bullet in the barrel, and it must be reloaded after firing. Napoleon is sure that the enemy will leave this gun behind the ridgeline.

Napoleon: "We're going to shoot two rounds, two rounds!"

Another cannon was loaded, and the shotgun was thrown out with a splash, and a piece was poured in an instant.

Napoleon's artillery fired successively, and each gun knocked down dozens of people.

"Loading!" Napoleon shouted, almost hoarse.

The artillerymen hurriedly cleaned the barrel, loaded the prefabricated gunpowder cartridges, and then stuffed all the mess into the barrel for compaction.

The enemy's infantry was close at hand, and a few dashes could throw them in the faces of the artillerymen.

But they can only continue to walk in unison with the drumbeat.

Napoleon snatched a torch and set fire to the nearest cannon himself.

The six-pound gun spewed out a long tongue of flame, and the projectiles swept across the enemy line like a storm.

A group of seven or eight people collapsed in front of Napoleon.

A military musician was standing right in the middle of the storm, and he was not injured by a piece of debris. He stopped hesitantly and forgot to beat the drum with his hands.

But the cannon next to Napoleon opened fire, and this time the storm blew over the hapless fellow, tearing off his ear.

Napoleon threw the torch and shouted: "Get out!"

He got on his horse and ran along the ridgeline, urging: "Quick retreat! Move!"

The gunners dragged the cannon mounts and ran desperately.

Thanks to the ridgeline, they quickly escaped the enemy's sight, otherwise they might be killed by the sight of the enemy's fire!
**
An Ning was in his command position, using binoculars to see Napoleon's cavalry artillery troops rushing down from the ridge.

Because it ran too fast, a cannon cart overturned directly, and fell to the ground with the horse pulling the cart.

Napoleon galloped past the overturned gun carriage.

The artillery who got up from the ground also ran desperately, trying to leave the ridgeline.

Then the enemy's flag appeared on the ridgeline.

An Ning: "This Napoleon is really big. Isn't he afraid that the enemy will stop and shoot him?"

Cano: "He was sure the enemy would save the bullets until they got over the ridgeline."

An Ning pouted, and then ordered to the artillerymen: "Fire!"

The cannons boomed.

An Ning has just issued an order to let the troops shoot freely after the artillery fires.So the volley of guns followed the sound of the guns.

The finally clear sight was filled with white smoke again.

The smoke from the salvo of 8000 men, coupled with the smoke from the artillery fire, suddenly the entire battlefield became smoky again.

An Ning heard the enemy's password: "Stand still! Raise your gun!"

"Fire!"

The crackling gunshots seemed to be a late echo.

An Ning saw that many of his troops who were loading were shot.

The howl pierced into An Ning's ears.

"mom!"

Sure enough, it is impossible to have no casualties at all.

While An Ning was thinking this way, the enemy's second column crossed the ridgeline.

——Damn, this vast number of enemy soldiers still looks a little optimistic!

The disadvantage of three to one is too great...

**
Napoleon retreated into position, jumped straight off his horse, and forcibly pulled the reins of the horse dragging a cannon to a halt.

"Quick, load the incendiary bomb!" Napoleon shouted, and at the same time he unloaded the gun carriage hanging behind the horse.

The artillerymen immediately got off their horses and fired their cannons.

Napoleon patted the cannon body and urged: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Loading done!" shouted the gunner.

Napoleon himself inserted the fuse into the breech block, then raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up to measure the distance.

Then he adjusted the inclination of the gun body, then snatched the torch from the soldier beside him, and lit the fuse.

The cannon roared, and a shell whizzed across the field and hit the barn.

It was a Molotov cocktail, and the lit fuse was sizzling.

The enemy's second line is crossing the ridgeline!
Before long, the incendiary bomb exploded, igniting the thatch of the barn.

It was midsummer, and the fire exploded all of a sudden, followed by a violent explosion.

The entire barn exploded into a small fireball, rising like a fleeting mushroom.

The nearest enemies were all thrown to the ground by the hurricane of the explosion.

The enemies farther away turned their heads, staring blankly at the rising flames.

**
Falayet was down the mountain, startled by the sudden explosion.

"What? This!"

Berthier: "It's a trap, monsieur. But it's harmless. It won't kill many people."

"What are you talking about, bastard! The key is not how many people can't be killed! It's!" Lafayette stopped talking, lowered his head and murmured, "No, it won't! Absolutely not! He only has 1 people, why? Dare to fight hand-to-hand with 3 people?"

**
An Ning watched the rising fireball.

The whole battlefield seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

He saw that in the smoke, the enemy soldiers turned their heads one after another, looking at the sudden change behind them in astonishment.

An Ning suddenly had an idea.

He didn't know where the confidence came from. Anyway, he felt that he should charge at this time.

So he said to Lazar Carnot: "Blow the charge!"

Kano asked in astonishment: "Are you charging? We are too outnumbered and shouldn't fight hand-to-hand..."

"I said," An Ning interrupted the chief of staff, "blow the charge!"

Kano didn't speak, but turned his head and ordered to the trumpeter: "Blow the charge!"

And An Ning turned to the flag bearer holding his general flag and said, "You, follow me!"

The standard-bearer didn't have much opinion, and replied directly: "Yes, Your Excellency General!"

When Lazar Kano heard this, he showed an expression that wanted to stop him.

In fact, the biggest function of the general's flag is to tell the messenger where the headquarters is, so that it is convenient to pass on the news. Generally, it is not appropriate to move the position of the general's flag casually during a war.

Both Lazarcano and An Ning had left their command positions just now, and the general's flag was still in place.

Before Lazar Kano could speak, An Ning drew out his long sword.

At this time, the blood from the wound on his forehead from being smashed by the stone was still not dry, and the slight pain reminded An Ning that he had a special constitution and it was not easy to die.

He is ready to use this advantage.

After all, it's time to use all the means available!

An Ning twitched the white horse's buttocks, and galloped the horse, the long sword held high was shining coldly.

(End of this chapter)