King's Landing in France

Chapter 349
Intense fighting continued for another 10 minutes.

La Salle repelled three more waves of Austrian charges.

There were only a dozen hussars he brought with him, and they all gathered around him, and no one had any intention of retreating.

At this time, people have already killed their red eyes, and they will not have any thoughts other than dying with the enemy.

La Salle stood on the original carriage. The ruts of this carriage had been broken by the cannon, and half of the wheels had been knocked off. Now it has lost the function of the carriage and collapsed on the ground.

Lasalle was standing on the broken carriage, half of his Dolman had been torn, and the buttons of his jacket had been lost, leaving his arms half open, revealing the strong muscles underneath.

As soon as he stood up, some hussars teased: "Boss, now you really look like Attila."

Laughter abounds.

After all, the legendary Huns were all barbarians, and they all showed their chests.

La Salle also laughed with everyone, and after laughing, he ordered: "Richard, you are the youngest, go and pass the order to the horse watchers, and then retreat with them."

"Retreat?" Richard was shocked, "I can still fight..."

"Listen, boy," La Salle interrupted him, "these horses are very important to the Republic, it can be said that they are more important than the lives of a few of our cavalrymen, we must return the horses to the Republic, and by the way let us Spread the word about your deeds! This is a very important task, even more important than continuing to fight here."

Richard bit his lip, then left silently.

Then La Salle looked at the people left behind.

"I, La Salle, have been used to death, including the glorious death on the battlefield, and the ignorant death on the guillotine. Today, it seems that this is my burial place.

"Later historians will probably argue whether it is meaningful for La Salle to lose an entire cavalry brigade here, and they may fight for the conclusion.

"Let those smart people worry about these things, we are fighters, and the value of a fighter is to die generously in the face of the enemy.

"To die generously is now!"

The hussars raised their sabers and cheered together.

At this time, the enemy moved again.

This time it was not the infantry attacking in formation, but a group of artillerymen pushing a cannon slowly towards the barricade at the bridge head.

La Salle looked at the approaching muzzle and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, seeing this scene, Napoleon will definitely feel that he has met a bosom friend! They are going to use grape bullets to finish us off!"

The hussars laughed together, as if in defiance of the enemy's grapeshot.

The laughter reached the Austrians, causing the gunner pushing the cannon to hesitate, and the speed of pushing the cannon slowed down significantly.

The officer holding the line said angrily: "Leave them alone! There are only a few of them left, and they are at the end of their battle. Push them up and scatter them with a cannonball, and the meritorious service will be achieved!"

Lasalle jumped off the wreckage of the carriage and said to the only remaining subordinates: "Everyone is in position, no matter what, this is the last wave!"

Immediately the hussars took up position behind the ruined barricades, all armed with found lances.

La Salle did not hide behind the barricades, he stood directly between the barricades, facing the approaching enemy army, and stuck his saber in the ground.

He didn't utter any bold words, but just leaned on the knife in both hands and looked at the approaching Austrians.

At this moment, Richard, who had just left, ran back and shouted, "Colonel! Colonel, look!"

Lasalle turned his head, just in time to see a tricolor flag climbing a hill in the distance.

The tricolor also bears the emblem of the troops, which is undoubtedly the banner of Napoleon's First Army.

Following the military flag, the blue queue turned over the hills, and the shining spears looked like dense forests in the midday sun.

**
The first thing Napoleon did when he climbed the hill was to rein in his horse, which was running a little excitedly, and raise his binoculars to observe the situation.

Still in a state of excitement, the horse twitched its hooves restlessly, moving left and right.

"Don't touch my dear," Napoleon said softly. "Let me see, boy, that's the only people left in Lasalle."

He put away the binoculars, got off his horse, and took the military flag from the flag bearer.

"Musicians! Beat the charge drum!"

Napoleon gave an order, and the marching drum immediately changed to a rapid drumbeat.

Napoleon held the flag and rushed down the mountain first.

Seeing this, the French soldiers who had been marching in a hurry immediately ran along with Napoleon, howling.

But after all, they were marching all the way, and their physical fitness was not as good as Napoleon who came all the way on horseback. After a while, Napoleon took the lead in the whole army, carrying the flag and rushing to the front.

**
Alvinzi's heart sank when he saw the tricolor.

"How are they so fast?"

The commander of the Prussian army beside him, Brunswick, comforted: "Maybe it's a fake troop, the number will not be many..."

As soon as the words fell, the chief of staff of the Prussian Army dismantled the stage: "But the flag is Napoleon Bonaparte's First Army..."

"That must be fake, it's a disguise!"

"But the enemy rushing to the front seems to be a dwarf!"

"There are too many dwarfs, not necessarily the little Corsican dwarf!"

While the Prussians were still deceiving themselves, Alvinzi shook his head: "No, I had a premonition that it was Napoleon. In fact, when I knew that the guard of the bridge was La Salle, another popular man of Frost, I knew that this time it might be possible. It's going to be bad."

The chief of staff of the Austrian army said: "Now we gather our troops together, and we should be able to fight the French army across the river."

Alvinzi: "It's too late. If this is really Frost's countermeasure, it is impossible for only one army to come. The main force of the French army must be behind. His military theory most emphasizes the concentration of superior forces in local areas."

In fact, Frost has not yet systematically written a book to explain his military theory, but only a few words have been circulated, but this does not prevent the officers of Pu'ao from taking this as a standard.

The chief of staff asked, "Then what shall we do?"

Alvinzi was silent.

The Duke of Brunswick was also silent, with a bitter expression on his face.

After all, no one is ashamed to speak out about things like raising hands and surrendering.

After a moment of stalemate, Alvinzi said: "Let's see if we can take the bridge back. After all, there are only a few hussars left guarding the bridge!"

**
When Lasalle saw the reinforcements coming, he immediately drew his saber and retreated into the barricade next to him.

The hussar who had been hiding behind the barricade was shocked: "How did you come in?"

"It's about to win, I don't want to die!" La Salle replied, and then shouted to the others, "Everyone hide, don't be hit by the cannon! It's almost there!"

As soon as the words fell, the Austrian cannons opened fire.

The grapeshot from the approaching bombardment swept over the positions of the hussars like a storm of death.

La Salle was still shouting when he was directly hit by a projectile on his left shoulder.

"I'm stupid, I didn't lose the lottery for the whole game, so come for me at the end?"

At this time the Austrian infantry began to attack.

Regardless of his injuries, La Salle raised his head and shouted, "Brothers, go!"

The hussars are all confused, what the hell, are you going to be cowardly or reckless?

But the Austrians obviously thought that La Salle was going to be reckless, so they turned around and ran away.

When all the hussars saw it, they immediately joined the ranks of screaming: "Hurry up!"

"Kill!"

“Fresh meat!”

"Ahhhhhhhh~"

The Austrians are faster.

(End of this chapter)