King's Landing in France

Chapter 196 This fortress is called Fort Lana today

At this time, Lana had just repelled the third wave of the Austrian attack.

The French army occupied a ring fortress on the top of the hill. The outer wall of the fortress was as high as a person, not too high, but it was enough for defense.

Now, when the Austrian army began to retreat, French soldiers stood on the earth wall and shot at the retreating Austrian army.

Lana's forehead was grazed by a bullet, and the blood from the wound just entered his left eye, which resulted in an inexplicable red filter on his vision-only when the left eye was closed would it return to normal.

After the battle, Lana got some wine from the barmaid accompanying the army and washed his wounds.

This is a new treatment method advocated by An Ning, and many military doctors in the French army have quite a few complaints about this treatment method.

But Lana believed His Excellency General's words unconditionally.

After all, that is His Excellency the General.

Your Excellency the General has no orderlies, so when Lana was instructing the regiment, he would occasionally appear as the General’s orderlies. He knew how knowledgeable the General was. He heard the General speak fluent Italian and German with his own ears, and directly communicated with Italians and The Austrian captives talked in the language they knew best.

It is said that His Excellency the General also understands Latin, so what a learned man must say is right.

When Lana was washing the wound, the female bartender joked: "You actually use this to wash the wound, what a waste! This is a wine for your courage. I specially picked it, although the place where it is produced may not be very good. Authentic, but this is definitely a good wine!"

Lana: "I know it's good wine. Only good wine can have the burning feeling when washing the wound."

The barmaid: "Really, I have been a barmaid for a while. When I joined the army, General Lafayette was still there! I saw those doctors who saw the legs and hands of the wounded. If you are injured, you have to amputate the injured limb, can washing the wound with wine work? I think this is your majesty’s whimsy!”

Lana: "You don't understand, do you? I saw it with my own eyes! Your Excellency the General charged in person, and got a few wounds on his face. He washed it with wine, and he almost healed the next day!"

"Really? This sounds like the words of an old alcoholic after drinking too much. Could it be that the wound on the top of your head can also drink?" The female wine barman asked suspiciously.

Lana said categorically: "I'm sober! I saw this with my own eyes. In addition, the little maid brought by Your Excellency the General, I would chat with her from time to time. She saw that Your Excellency was shot with her own eyes, and she was still alive. Just like no one else, it will be completely fine in a few days!

"It is said that this is the effect of washing the wound with wine!"

The female bartender snorted: "Okay, then I'll wait a few days to see if it's really that effective."

Lana: "Of course it is true. According to the statistics of Chief of Staff Berthier, after using the method of washing wounds with alcohol, the battle damage of the troops has been greatly reduced. The tail is back."

As soon as Lana finished speaking, the bearded soldier next to him said, "That's the case, if you don't believe me, look at me."

As he said, the uncle rolled up his sleeves, revealing the scar on his arm: "This is the wound he got in the battle with Lafayette. See this scar, how big is it! I knew it when I saw such a big wound. Time to say goodbye to my arms.

"In the end, guess what, after insisting on washing the wound with wine once a day, the wound began to heal within a few days, and white tender flesh could be seen on the edge of the wound! Not to mention necrosis, my wound didn't even fester change.

"The doctor said that this is a bad omen, and that your wound is recovering only if it has suppurated. So the doctor was going to wipe my wound with mud, when His Excellency the General appeared.

"He stopped the doctor and seriously asked every wounded person to keep the wound surface clean. Damn it, I don't even know what a wound surface is."

The characteristic of Chinese is that each word has a meaning. Even if you encounter a new word that you have never seen before, you can guess the meaning of each word according to the meaning of each word, and you will be able to make a good guess.

However, subtitle languages ​​such as French and English do not have this function, and the average person suddenly hears a brand new vocabulary, and it is basically impossible to guess what the word means.

The bearded veteran cursed: "Wounds and wounds! I don't know if I pronounced it right, but that's what I said anyway."

"It's Latin," Laner said. "I guess."

How could a dyehouse apprentice know Latin.

The bearded veteran continued to read: "In short, Your Excellency the General is a very remarkable person. Anyway, he is a hundred times, a thousand times greater than a barely literate person like me. Listen to him, you are right!"

The bartender: "Really? Then if you ask me for wine again in the future, I won't give it to you. I'll save it for washing your wounds after you get hurt."

The veteran immediately looked like a bolt from the blue: "Why is this? God's horn, you can't do this!"

The soldiers around laughed.

Lana also laughed. At this time, the scout observing the mountain shouted: "The Austrians are coming up again!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Austrian artillery began to fire.

Lana drew his saber and shouted to the crowd: "Get into the post and get ready!"

In this era, there is no concept of dodging artillery. When you hear the sound of the artillery, you will directly enter the position.

After all, artillery in this era is still a thing with a maximum range of only about 1000 meters and a solid iron ball.

The French swarmed up the earthen wall, lay prone on it, and fired at the enemy below.

Because the earthen walls of the fortress were not long enough to accommodate all the soldiers lying down, and it was impossible to reload while lying down, the French army adopted the practice of one person lying down to shoot, and the two behind them reloading.

A solid shell hit the earthen wall of the fortress. As a result, because the earthen wall was on a slope, the shell bounced straight up, flew into the sky, and passed over everyone's heads.

Standing next to the tricolor flag planted on the tower of the fortress, Lana held his saber in one hand and leaned on the flagpole with the other, and shouted: "Everyone! The general wants us to hold out for at least two days!

"I will be with you these two days! Let those damn Austrians never dare to look down on France again!"

The soldiers roared together.

The Great Revolution turned France into a nation-state in the true sense, and the army of the nation-state was destined to be different from the army of a dynasty like Austria.

What's more, the leader of this army is the "Immortal Grenadier" Lana.

Lana stood at the head of the city, completely ignoring the enemy's artillery fire and bullets. He was like a Greek sculpture, looking at the swarming Austrians with pity.

The Austrians climbed up the slope of the outer wall of the fortress. This slope is not only used to defend against artillery, but also has a function, which is to promote the coincidence of the attacker's marching route with the defender's firing line.

The French army on the city wall fired desperately. Even a musket with poor accuracy had a pretty good hit rate at such a short distance.

Countless Austrians were shot and fell, and then slid down the slope of the outer wall, turning into obstacles blocking friendly troops.

But the Austrians still rushed within range of the bayonets.

Lana roared angrily: "It's now, counterattack! Go!"

While shouting this, Lana jumped directly from the tower of the fortress, landed in the middle of the enemy group, and cut down an Austrian captain with a sword.

The French soldiers jumped up, screaming strangely like a tiger on the mountain.

(End of this chapter)