King's Landing in France

Chapter 235

La Salle's cavalry quickly formed an offensive "wall formation".

As the name suggests, it is a brigade of cavalry forming a moving wall and rushing towards the enemy at lightning speed.

The impact of this formation will bring great pressure to the enemy, and it is very likely that the morale of the opponent will be destroyed before the enemy is directly contacted.

Of course, the faster the impact, the greater the power. The higher speed will make the horse start to compete with the surrounding horses because of instinct, resulting in the effect of "horse chasing horses". Horses entering this state will also ignore more Potentially dangerous.

This is similar to human beings, if they have already fallen into a state of excitement and madness, they will ignore many dangers, burst out with vigor, and behave more boldly than usual.

In the hedging between cavalry and cavalry, the courage of the horse is a very important factor.

Horses will be counseled before people are counseled.After all, a horse is not like a human being. It is an animal that acts according to instinct. Once it is scared, it will stop charging and run away.

A cavalry confrontation often ended with the scattering of one of the horses.

The cavalry that can really charge together for three hundred rounds must use well-trained horses.

La Salle, as one of the best cavalry commanders, of course knows all about these things.

He will not bet on the fact that his horse is better than the enemy, but will do his best to increase the impact speed.

The faster you go, the better your odds, it's that simple.

Lasalle held his saber aloft and uttered "alialialia" as he led the troops across the vast fields.

"Never slow down! Rush forward! Break the neck of the enemy's horse!" Between shouts, he loudly encouraged his subordinates.

The two sides are already within ten meters!

At this moment, the enemy's formation collapsed.

Instinct dominated the enemy's horses, causing them to break free from the restraints of their riders, break up and flee in all directions.

La Salle shouted excitedly: "Great! We won! Catch up!"

An enemy horse in front of La Salle panicked, stepped into a rabbit hole in the field, staggered and fell forward, throwing the rider on the horse to the ground.

La Salle took the reins of the horse, allowing his horse to leap lightly and jump over the fallen enemy.

At this time, La Salle's troops disbanded their formation. After all, the wall charge was really not very useful in pursuit.

The hussars, like scattered lions, freely pursued the fleeing enemy.

Lasalle rushed to a lieutenant colonel of the enemy, and slashed at the lieutenant colonel's neck while loudly defending his house: "I am Lasalle, General Frost asked me to give you a treat!"

The lieutenant colonel blocked back.

When each cavalry slashes, the most suitable direction is the direction of his dominant hand. Similarly, it is more convenient to block attacks in this direction.

If the enemy launches an attack from the direction of the fly's dominant hand, it can only be blocked by turning around.

As the attacker, Lasalle can freely choose where to attack. He is the enemy approaching from the left.

The lieutenant colonel's blocking action was extremely awkward, he could barely block the first blow, but La Salle sent his saber flying with the second blow.

"go to hell!"

Lasalle yelled.

Lieutenant Colonel: "I surrender! I surrender!"

La Salle couldn't hold it anymore, so he could only forcefully lift his hand up, so that the trajectory of the knife drew a slash in the air, and directly cut off the lieutenant colonel's hair.

The lieutenant colonel went bald all of a sudden.

La Salle got close, punched the lieutenant colonel off his horse with a backhand punch, and then continued to chase the fleeing enemies.

It took a full half an hour before he led the chasing troops back, looking for the lieutenant colonel who had just surrendered.

At this time, the main infantry force of the Prussian-Austrian Allied Forces was approaching, and the leading Allied Forces had switched from marching columns to phalanxes.

La Salle threw the lieutenant colonel, who was still fainting, onto the saddle, and then called to his troops: "The wind is tight, shit!"

**
At this time, Beethoven and his comrades were repairing fortifications on the Marne River.

It stands to reason that military musicians do not need to participate in the construction of fortifications, but Beethoven, as a person who was often influenced by An Ning's side, naturally rolled up his sleeves and worked with his comrades.

When someone asked him, he said, "General Frost is in the same situation, and he will definitely fight with everyone."

After working hard for a long time, Beethoven's platoon finally repaired a low wall and could rest temporarily.

As soon as he sat down, the sergeant who was the platoon leader asked, "Aren't you the musician next to General Frost?"

Beethoven nodded: "Yes, that is the musician."

Sergeant: "My God, what's going on, the musicians in our row are the general's musicians, and the musicians in the next row are in the theater or something, that whining..."

Beethoven: "You mean the cello?"

"Oh yes, that's the one! You guys usually don't even meet face-to-face with us, the big bastards. At most, we talk about your names and affairs when bragging in the tavern. Now, we are repairing here together. Fortifications! The morals of the world have really changed."

Beethoven nodded: "Yes, Your Excellency the General said that we are just different in the division of labor, there is no distinction between high and low."

Sergeant: "The general really said that?"

"Yes, and he did the same thing. Do you know that the meals you eat, Your Excellency the General, are the same as yours, except on the day of the war."

"Oh, I heard that Your Excellency the General will have a drink that day, and drink with the scene of the enemy being defeated." Another strong man joined the conversation.

At this time, several people surrounded Beethoven and the sergeant.

Someone asked Beethoven curiously: "Is your Excellency very tall, I heard that he is three times the height of ordinary people, and he is a burly giant!"

"That's right, that's right, I've also heard that the general can even hold up the cannon and fire it like we hold guns! During the war, the artillerymen are responsible for loading, and the general will fire the cannon after loading!"

Beethoven couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you talking about the general, or Hercules?"

The big soldiers were all stunned: "What is the sea?"

Beethoven: "Hercules, the Hercules in Greek mythology, helped Prometheus and stole the Golden Fleece with Jason."

The soldiers all showed expressions of admiration. After all, Beethoven told a novel story that they had never heard in the tavern.

The sergeant said in admiration: "As expected of a man of culture, he only talks about things we don't know."

Another soldier asked curiously: "You...you have an accent in French, aren't you French?"

Beethoven: "Yes, I am German."

The French soldiers looked at each other, and a sergeant asked, "Then why are you with us? Our enemies are Prussia and Austria. They are all Germans, aren't they?"

Beethoven was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this question. After all, at this time, nationalism was still a new thing, and not everyone would have it.

France is the birthplace of the Enlightenment and experienced the Great Revolution, so even the most grassroots soldiers have a sense of nationality and a sense of belonging to their motherland.

For the German Beethoven, however, such an idea had not yet formed.

What's more, Germany is now in a state of bulk, whether it is Austria or Prussia, they are just princely states on that land and cannot represent the entire German nation.

Beethoven thought about this question seriously and fell into deep thought.

The French leaders looked at each other.

"What's wrong?"

"Did we say something bad?"

"Tell you not to talk too much!"

At this time, Beethoven suddenly woke up from his contemplation. He waved his hands again and again and said, "I'm fine, it doesn't matter. I just suddenly had a new understanding. By the way, everyone is resting now, how about I play some music for you?" ?”

"Okay, okay!" Everyone nodded.

Although they are all rough and rough, Paris is the cultural center of Europe, and there are often musicians playing music on the street, so even the rough and rough have a certain perception of music.

Beethoven took out a flute and said with a smile: "This flute is a portable instrument recommended to me by General Frost. He said it is easy to carry and has a beautiful tone. He also said that it is his favorite instrument. .”

After speaking, Beethoven brought the flute to his mouth, and the melodious melody floated to the sky.

The soldiers fell silent.

This piece of music that Beethoven played was his improvisation, without score at all.

Of course, even if it is a music saint, it is impossible to produce a masterpiece all at once. This melody is just a patchwork of basic melodies.

But everyone is still listening very engrossed.

Suddenly, the sergeant platoon leader said: "Great, if I die in the next battle, I hope you will play a song for me in front of my grave."

The others nodded one after another: "Me too!"

"Play me a song too!"

Beethoven nodded solemnly: "If I was still alive at that time, I would! Don't die so easily!"

(End of this chapter)