I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 173 I Killed You
Because Mikolo escaped from control, and her whereabouts could not be tracked for a while, Louis decided to stay here for a while to ensure that the Battle of Waterloo can be carried out in the correct historical direction.

Meowlington also treated a few lifesavers well. He ate Marshal Xiaozao and lived in a separate big tent with general-level treatment. Meowlington even planned to send him a few orderlies, but he was Louis refused.

Just kidding, we have dragon maids, how can we let a few hairy soldiers serve us?

Besides, it's inconvenient to have female relatives in the tent, isn't it?

Many people may have misunderstood that the general must share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers to win the battle. In fact, this is not the case. The era of line infantry did not pay so much attention.

It should be said that the way of training soldiers is different from that of modern times. In this era, it is enough for soldiers to fear the whip in the hands of the commander more than eat the gun, and the treatment of the chief soldiers is no better than that of livestock.

There is also a cold knowledge that laymen don't know much about. The reason why it is cool is because it is not so cold.The guns in this era are actually not so accurate in hitting people. If two people shoot at each other 100 meters apart, without considering the European emperor, it seems that two line infantry who have only undergone ordinary training can shoot at each other from noon. dinner.

Of course, this is just an exaggeration. In fact, the shooting accuracy can be seen from the training methods-in the 1792 Infantry Movement and Training Regulations, it is generally only required that the big soldiers can point their guns in the direction of the enemy.

The bullets of the musket are like the missiles of the Indians. After being fired, they do Brownian motion in mid-air.

That’s why some people say that Shabi was the one who lined up to be shot. Why don’t you lie down and fight? Just treat this kind of person as Shabi. The era of fixed-loading ammunition came to the era of muskets, as if you were asking why the overlords of the Spring and Autumn Period did not dig trenches to deal with the invincible chariots.

Isn't this pure cerebral palsy?

At that time, each country had its own tricks. For example, the British liked to take a few rounds of volleys to get to the closest distance, and one round of volleys broke the morale of the opponent; while the Prussian army was better at loading, and their loading speed Soon, this put a lot of pressure on Tsarist Russia. In the end, the famous Tsarist Russian general Suvorov came up with an unsolvable solution-hit your fucking volley and charge directly with a 300-meter bayonet Ula!

Whether this trick works well against others is another matter, but it is really effective against Prussia, which has a fast reloading speed.

Since then, Suvorov has said to everyone that bullets are fools and bayonets are heroes.

It is yes to take off the powder and step on it.

Of course, the topic is a bit far away. In short, specialization is something that is commonplace in this era.

Louis had no interest in or had the opportunity to enjoy the rations of ordinary soldiers in the British army. Marshal Xiaozao in the field was much better than the big soldiers.

It rained heavily all night last night, and it didn't stop until after dawn.There are no roads these days, and after a heavy rain, the roads are always muddy, and every soldier has at least two or three pounds of mud under his boots.

This is not the most troublesome thing, the wet and cold morning is even more uncomfortable, and many soldiers' clothes are even wet and sticky to their bodies.Thinking about it, it is already uncomfortable to be wet, let alone a furry cat. Every cat soldier is shaking his body restlessly, trying to shake off the moisture on his body.

Fortunately, Meowlington had already led his troops to the pre-set destination, and the troops were not uncomfortable when they camped and rested. However, it was frosty and dewy on the mountain, and the humid environment overnight caused some soldiers to catch some colds. symptoms.

I don't know how the British army in the original world assembled in the morning, but what the British army in this world urged them to get up in the morning was the melodious sound of bagpipes.

Louis also got up early in the morning. Marshal Xiaozao was pretty good, and he had everything he needed, even a rare item like a baguette.

You're at war with the French cat, my marshal!
After eating, Louis planned to take a stroll in the barracks to digest the accumulated food.Smoke was everywhere in the barracks, and many big-headed cat soldiers were sitting around enjoying this rare comfort.

Louis walked to the edge of a campfire surrounded by soldiers, and looked down to see a small tabby cat holding a piece of fried fish and a piece of bread in its hands, licking its lips and staring straight at this rare delicacy.

It is cod, the favorite food of the British in this era, and they will never get tired of eating.

There are also quite a few side dishes, including a small pile of fried onions, and a mixed dish of vegetables and meat. It is also a rare delicacy in the early morning after the first break of the shower.

Fried onions are the supreme delicacy in the army of this era, especially the French army even compiled an onion song to praise this delicacy, claiming that fried onions made their combat power soar - and also focused on cue Austria and dogs No fried onions.

As a result, the emperor turned around and married the daughter of the Austrian emperor. It can be said that it was a backstab from his superiors.

Somewhat ironically, through this marriage, Napoleon became the great-nephew and son-in-law of Louis the Headless and Marie Antoinette.

Originally, they would not eat such a hearty meal in the morning, but since the general attack was about to be launched soon, Duke Meowington still ordered the big soldiers to eat as much as possible, and try to eat something good.

A good and hearty meal can significantly boost the morale of troops, especially after a cold and wet rain, with a campfire toast, a hearty meal - and most importantly, steaming soup to warm the body.

The little cat first sent down the big piece of bread with vegetable soup and fried onions, and then he put the grilled fish into the lunch box that originally contained the soup, and tasted this rare delicacy bit by bit. ——He was not in a hurry at all, the warm bonfire made him very comfortable, and the ghost was willing to get up.

After eating all the grilled fish, he licked the cat's paw, took the hot water pot from the campfire, and poured two-thirds of the boiling water into the lunch box.

The cat's mouth is very afraid of being hot, and the little cat is not in a hurry to drink hot water. Since the campfire can only take care of the limbs and face, it can't warm the nestled stomach, so he puts the lid of the lunch box on and holds it in his arms. Stretching slowly, revealing a very satisfied and lazy expression.

When the water in the lunch box cooled down slightly, he opened the lunch box carefully, first sucked up the top layer of oil flowers in circles with a solemn face, and then sipped it with the look of successfully reaching the other shore, After swallowing the warm water while rolling his throat, he also made a sound like "ha". You can know the current mood of the owner of the sound just by listening to the sound.

It made Louis hungry.

I have known for a long time that there is such a weird person in the army who is the personal advisor of Marshal Meowington, so there is nothing to be surprised about. Everyone should eat and drink, and when they are full, they will gather around the campfire and continue to enjoy the fire.

This time, the British army was on the defensive, waiting for work, waiting for the French army to attack them.

The senior officers are all meeting in Mewrington's tent. The Duke of Meowington is very optimistic. After all, he has already contacted Blücher, the commander-in-chief of Prue Meow. The latter promised that he will lead the whole army in the early morning of the 18th. to support the British Army.

According to the original words of Blücher's letter mentioned by Mowlington, it was to put a knife in Napoleon's waist.

The opinions of all parties in the coalition forces are basically the same. If the French army does not launch an attack on the 18th, then the coalition forces will attack the French army on the 19th.

Good guy, if the mountain does not come, Muhammad will go to the mountain.

But the Duke of Meowington preferred that the French army launch the attack first. As a master of reverse slope tactics, Meowington's position was carefully selected.It ran along a low ridge for about four thousand yards.Three hundred yards directly in front of the center of the position was a manor house, the buildings hastily fortified as an outpost, and a patchwork of coalition troops from several countries intermingled discreetly with the British along the entire front.

The vital right flank was handed over to Cook's [-]st Division, which consisted of four battalions of infantry in the British Guards.The brigades of cavalry served as central reserves between the front and Mont Saint-Jean, and two brigades of English cavalry formed the top of the left wing, where the ground was relatively flat.

The bulk of the artillery took up positions along the hilltop line west of the road.From here it is possible to sweep the ramp ahead.The artillery, following Meowlington's instructions, ignored the enemy's artillery and concentrated its artillery fire on the enemy's infantry and cavalry at close range.

Louis doesn't know much about war, but Chromie sensibly made him a map that looks like a total war. From his perspective, Meowrington has already deployed a pretty safe pocket, just waiting for Napoleon The troops rushed up and went down the mountain to collect corn.

Chromie also thoughtfully marked the ranges of various types of artillery fire and the ranges of the infantry, which really looked like a game.

It's a pity that this is not a game, but a real war in which countless people risk their lives and throw their heads and blood.

It is not difficult to understand from the map that everything is well deployed, just waiting for Napoleon to pocket it.

Different from the British army, Napoleon's troops were out of touch with the transport team, and Napoleon ordered the troops to finish their offensive preparations after nine o'clock. It is hard to cook without rice, and the French army can only scrape together the remaining supplies and eat a meal that is not very full.

If Napoleon were Cao Cao, he would probably have to borrow the head of the logistics staff.

He is very optimistic. After all, as an all-powerful famous coach, it is difficult to experience a defeat in his life. Even the previous Leipzig defeat, in his opinion, is just "the crime of death in this day is not a war."

After all, he was also the one who chased the coalition army's kings and emperors all over the place at the beginning.

"Our chance of winning is at least 90.00%, and the chance of failure is [-]%." Napoleon said confidently to the generals who accompanied him for dinner.

But this confidence did not infect others, especially Sirte and Ney who had fought in the Iberian Peninsula and Mewrington. They were not optimistic about the current situation.

The French army basically has no morale now, and there is a difference in the right time and place. Napoleon only has one person and is pulled up purely by personal charm.

"It's hard to say." Prince Jerome whispered.

"What did you say?" This time Napoleon heard the small words, and he looked sharply at his brother.

Prince Jerome curled his lips and gave a very important piece of information: "One of my waiters overheard some gossip among British officers while having lunch at the 'King of Spain' tavern in Guinape, saying that the Prussians want to Starting from Valfrey..."

Napoleon threw the baguette on the table with his backhand. He stood up and denied loudly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The Prussians have been driven away by Grouchy. It will take at least two days for them to arrive here to support them. Even if they come back, we still have Grouchy! As long as Grouchy launches an attack, everything will be fine..."

"It's hard to say." Jerome once again sang against his brother.

Napoleon was in a hurry. He looked left and right, pulled out his command knife from one of his attendants, and shouted loudly: "You bastard, I killed you... I killed you!"

It's a pity that Ney, who is strong and strong, snatched your weapon (physical) and took away the command knife.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Jerome ran away and disappeared...

"Your Majesty, calm down!" Ney put the command knife back into the scabbard of the attendant. Napoleon actually felt a little regretful when he pulled out the knife. Seeing that there was a step down, he took a deep breath and sat on the chair to continue chatting about the possibility of the battle. direction.

Generally speaking, under the infection of Napoleon, everyone is very optimistic. After all, His Majesty’s command knife may not have eyes.

At ten o'clock in the morning, after Napoleon checked his watches with the commanders of the armies, the commanders returned to their troops.At eleven o'clock, Napoleon issued the final combat order to the army commanders. When the whole army was ready to be deployed in battle order around one o'clock in the afternoon, the emperor would immediately order Marshal Ney to launch an attack and capture the village of Mont Saint-Jean at the intersection.

And Napoleon issued a death order, and the artillery of the whole army must be used intensively to cover the attack launched by Marshal Ney.

Napoleon was too conceited. He was convinced that he could break through the center of Mewrington and destroy the city in one fell swoop, simply by preparing the artillery with his favorite twelve-pound guns, and then rushing towards Brussels with his always invincible troops. Destroyed his army, and he could leisurely march on twelve miles, surrounded by the Guards, to Brussels.

In order to match his arrogance, the old guard has already packed the uniform for the military parade in the backpack.

It is yes to have a little bit of Shevchenko's behavior.

What is opening champagne at halftime (tactical retreat).

At this time, the reconnaissance troops sent out by the Duke of Meowington also detected the actions of the French army. He dispersed the troops on the top of Mount Saint-Jean, and Lao Li probed alone, observing the movements of the French army with a telescope.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the world-famous Battle of Waterloo officially started.

(End of this chapter)