King's Landing in France

Chapter 168 Deployment of the Austrian Army
Next, Berthier quickly split An Ning's deployment into a series of more detailed and detailed orders, such as which four brigades should be given to the four brigades led by Davout. Berthier is responsible for these Arranged.

An Ning watched Berthier's operations, and couldn't help but lament that Napoleon in history was not wronged in his loss at Waterloo. After all, Berthier didn't give him the split order.

Soon, various drums and trumpets sounded in the barracks, and the troops began to assemble.

Davout went to Anning's headquarters to confirm his mission before leading the troops to set off.

An Ning: "Remember, take a resolute offensive, push forward and push forward!"

Davout: "Am I the main direction?"

"Yes, because the terrain on the east coast is simple."

Dawu saluted: "The task must be completed."

La Salle said behind him: "I will help you, don't worry a hundred times. I have personally checked the terrain over there. Although I haven't crossed the river, the plain is really suitable for cavalry. You push Forward, use volleys of guns to force the enemy to form a line formation, as soon as I charge, victory will come!"

An Ning looked at La Salle and said with a smile: "You say it like this, it seems that victory is like picking something out of a bag."

LaSalle: "Uh, what? Sorry I don't speak Latin..."

An Ning raised his eyebrows. As long as it is an idiom, it should be translated into the corresponding Latin proverb. This is written by David next to him. He decided that he has become an extremely learned Confucian general—no, what should the West call the future? With?

An Ning: "I mean victory is very simple. It's like a ripe apple hanging on a tree. If you give the tree a kick, it will fall by itself."

Damn, it's really troublesome to prevent your own translation system from taking effect.

La Salle laughed loudly: "Yes, it's that simple!"

Davout was still very serious: "I will definitely use tangible results to wash away the shame of yesterday's defeat!"

Davout thought it was his fault that he didn't eat Master Argento yesterday, and he seemed to be blaming himself all the time.

An Ning: "I see that your troops have assembled, let's go, I'll wait for you to return in victory."

Davout saluted and left.Lasalle followed him, telling wisecracks all the way.

But Davout hardly smiled.

Napoleon stepped forward at this time: "Why don't you let me go with Davout?"

It seems that Napoleon had developed a preconceived impression that wherever Davout went was important.

"Because there will be no particularly intense battles in the front." An Ning replied, "You go to the flanks, choose a good position, and use close-in artillery to completely disintegrate the enemy. How successful we will win this battle depends on whether we can Block the enemy's retreat!"

Napoleon immediately became happy when he heard it: "It sounds like I have a great responsibility."

An Ning patted Napoleon on the shoulder: "Of course you have a great responsibility. I look forward to your fierce shelling to completely smash the enemy's right wing."

Napoleon smiled: "To the enemy, that's the left wing, Andy."

"Oh well, left wing." An Ning waved his hand, "Don't worry about these details, go ahead."

Napoleon saluted and walked away confidently.

An Ning turned her head and looked around, but she didn't see Lahalp's figure. It seems that the teacher took the order and carried it out directly.

An Ning thought, from now on, my officers will be divided into two parts, right?
Direct lineage and non-direction lineage.

Lahalp probably felt that he was already a non-direct descendant?
An Ning thought about it, and felt that this could not be the case, so she said to the messenger: "Come on, find Lahalp, I want to teach you how to do it face-to-face!"

Moments later, Lahalp arrived.

An Ning: "Your responsibility is very important, and it determines whether our battle can be finalized."

Lahalp: "I thought the left wing was the main direction?"

An Ning: "The left wing is indeed the main direction of attack, but your direction is also very important, which determines whether we can eat dumplings."

Rahalp: "Dumplings?"

Berthier: "Italian is an Italian delicacy. The meat is wrapped in leather, which is a metaphor for annihilating the enemy. Your Excellency the General is a linguistic genius."

Good guy, An Ning thought, someone will help me say what I say?

Stop blowing, I'm all bloated.

Rahalp: "I see! I'm the skin right?"

"That's right! It's up to you whether it's delicious or not, and whether the minced meat will be scattered in the soup! I ask you to seal off the escape route, so that the defeated enemies can only escape all over the mountains and plains!"

Lahalp saluted: "Understood, I will definitely complete the task."

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Marshal Beaulieu was also watching the French army.

After seeing the French army starting to mobilize, he immediately made a judgment: "The French army is going to give us a left uppercut and put the attack on our west side."

He turned the binoculars and looked in the direction of the Bomida River: "The cavalry team went to reconnaissance just now, tested the water depth and flow speed of the Bomida River, and confirmed that they can ford across the river. He is going to attack on the side of the valley. Correct judgment."

The marshal put down the binoculars, and at this time Condoré stepped forward and suggested: "Then we will put the main force here and fight them decisively! They want to wade across the river, and we have an advantage! Attack while they are crossing the river!"

Marshal Beaulieu shook his head: "If there are a large number of horizontal formations on the river bank, what if the enemy arranges the cannons to the side? Isn't that killing the enemy?

"For defense on the east bank of the river, we must deploy our troops outside the range of the frontal enemy's artillery, in this position."

Beaulieu poked on the map: "There will be a very large gap between us and our front line. If we deploy a large number of troops on the river bank, if we are inserted into this gap, the consequences will be disastrous."

Condorei scratched his head: "Then..."

Marshal Beaulieu said confidently: "In fact, we can regard the direction of the river bank as a relatively independent battlefield.

"The direction of the river bank is a plain, and it is necessary to deploy troops equal to the number of the enemy to delay. But our left flank has a very complicated terrain, and there are still fortifications that were temporarily repaired yesterday. As long as we have a small number of troops, we can contain the French army!
"The enemy is obviously preparing to attack the two wings, and his front is very weak. The troops we have drawn from the left wing can be placed on the front and attack from the hillside!"

Condoré immediately praised: "Great, breakthrough in the center! As long as the enemy is cut into two, the enemy will definitely be defeated!"

Beaulieu continued: "Of course the enemy makes the middle so weak. There is a reason. The terrain in the middle is complicated. They have more bunkers that can be used for defense, so it is not easy to attack. Nevertheless, we have the advantage of high ground!

"The high ground plus the superiority of troops, we will definitely win! Come on, I will make the following deployment..."

As a result, the Austrian army, like a waking beast, began to act.

The decisive battle between the young Andy Frost and the veteran Beaulieu is about to start around Diego.

(End of this chapter)