I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 175
"Prussians, definitely Prussians." Napoleon came to a conclusion after comprehensive consideration, noticing that the general on the side raised his binoculars, he stopped and said: "No need, don't look at it, it must be Prussians, Grouchy May appear in that position at this time meow, I know him."

"The distance between them is still far away. As far as you and I are concerned, they have to go to Warsaw. Do you understand?"

Surte put down the binoculars unwillingly, and finally nodded helplessly: "Understood, Your Majesty."

"Meowlington is fighting in a new way, his butt is sitting still...we have to drive him down meow." Napoleon turned back to the map, looked around, and said slowly: "I need Grouchy to break through the mountain now." the village at our feet so that we can achieve victory."

No one answered him, and no one knew where Grouchy was now wandering.

Napoleon waited for a long time but did not get an answer. An indescribable irritability welled up in his heart. He dropped the pen in his hand and shouted loudly: "Where is Grouchy! I need his army, where is Grouchy! God! Ah, why do I have to do everything myself?"

An unspeakable urgency welled up in his heart, coupled with the pain in the Chrysanthemum area, Napoleon's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

This frightened the surrounding generals, they rushed forward to support Napoleon, and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, are you injured?"

Napoleon's doctor knew what was going on, he persuaded in a low voice: "Your Majesty, as your doctor, I suggest you leave the battlefield, you must lie down..."

After walking a few steps with the support, Napoleon saw that the soldiers were looking at him with concern. He knew that as the emperor and the souls of the soldiers, he could not show the slightest weakness, so he pushed the people who supported him away, Standing unsteadily, although it was still painful, but with the support of willpower, Napoleon still stood firmly in front of the old guards.

The rest should be rested. I slept on the camp bed for two hours yesterday, and even the hardest man couldn't bear it.

The Duke of Meowington was also staring at the group of people of unknown origin. Ulbridge on his left looked and said, "I think that's the blue meow of Grouchy's army, sir, that's exactly What we dreaded, look, here comes Grouchy..."

"Damn it, that might also be the black color of Plumeow's army!" After Meowlington finished speaking, a shell whizzed past his head, and his head subconsciously turned to follow the trajectory of the shell.Then he put away the binoculars, walked to a young officer with his hands behind his back, and took out the binoculars to look again. The result was still the same as before, and he still couldn't tell whether the person's surname was Ying or Fa.

"Hay, you are younger and your eyes are better. Let's see what color it is."

With that said, Meowington handed the binoculars to Hay.

"Sorry, sir, I can't see clearly either." Hay replied after looking carefully for a moment.

Meowington didn't get a definite answer. He paced back and forth impatiently with his hands behind his back, and finally ordered: "Lord Hay, go for a run and ask General Lambert to take a hundred steps back towards the slope."

"But Your Excellency..."

"Follow your orders! Sir!" Meowington's tone was unquestionable.

"Yes!" Lord Hay turned his horse's head.

The order was quickly conveyed, and Meowington sat on the tall horse and watched the soldiers retreat. Beside him, there was a burning tree.

The talkative Lawrence was retreating with the troops. He noticed the situation beside Meowington and couldn't help but remind him: "Your Excellency, what I need to say is that it's best not to get too close to the trees when it's raining... "

"I understand what you mean, thank you." Meowington accepted the soldier's opinion graciously: "I will adopt your presumptuous opinion."

As he said that, he raised his whip and slapped the horse's buttocks, and went to inform Louis that they were also retreating with the army.

When the white horse under him took a few steps, a shell landed on the spot where he was standing just now.

The scale of the retreat of ten thousand people was very large and very conspicuous, even Marshal Ney, who commanded the French cavalry in the distance, could see it clearly.

"Meowington has retreated!" He shouted excitedly, his expression was like a student who was in self-study when he saw the head teacher answering the phone and hurried away.

Michelle Ney, a purebred civet cat, is nicknamed a warrior among warriors. He is very strong, but like Wu Guanchao, his brain is full of muscles.

Seeing the advantage and doing it, A went up to rescue, basically that's it.

His current behavior is like playing a game, he framed his cavalry and directly aimed at Meowington's position, and then A went up.

In fact, Louis used to do this often when he was playing RTS games, but unlike Ney, the ones that Louis framed to A are usually dozens of Apocalypse tanks...

"Meowlington retreated!" He repeated again: "Everyone, all of them, are ready to attack Meow!"

Single-celled organisms are like this, purely single-core and single-threaded. Marshal Ney, who is excited, is full of thoughts of chasing and retreating Meowlington, completely forgetting the matter of "should I ask the emperor for instructions?"

Don't come again when the opportunity is too late, and fight by asking for instructions?Snow can't even eat hot food!
As long as you have a little brain, you don't have a little brain.

"Everyone, come here!" Ney was still very excited, and his beard was shaking with his movements. He raised his arms and shouted: "Follow me! Trumpeter, blow the charge!"—

It didn't matter if Ney moved. The cavalry around him watched him lead the charge, thinking that he had received some instructions from Napoleon, and they all followed him to join the battle.

Tens of thousands of cavalry went into battle together, riding horses and galloping on the vast plain.The sun's light shone on their breastplates and high-raised sabers, reflecting a dazzling and breathtaking light.

When the reconnaissance team informed Meowington that the French cavalry was about to launch a charge, he immediately made a decision to form a hollow square on the other side of the mountain and face Ney to charge.

It should be said that riding with infantry is not a fantasy joke. The infantry will be afraid when they see the cavalry charge, but the cavalry is even more afraid when they see the infantry's shining bayonets, especially the horses under them, even if they are well-trained. It is also difficult to overcome the fear of shiny and sharp weapons in my heart.

Maybe some people say that blindfolding the horses will solve this problem?So here comes the question, blindfolded and let you run a hundred meters in a strange place?

It can only be said that Romance belongs to Romance, and you can just listen to the things in the works of art.

Meowlington led Louis to stand in the center of the phalanx in the middle. In order not to be conspicuous, and because of the adjutant's advice, he still chose to get off his horse so as not to be the first bird to be shot.

As the French cavalry approached, the entire ground gradually began to vibrate, and the rumbling sound sounded full of oppression. The soldiers in front of Louis rubbed their guns one by one, swallowing hard, waiting to welcome the French cavalry shock.

But it doesn't have much to do with them, the main reason is that the hollow phalanx on the periphery suffers more.

Finally, Ney's cavalry charged to the top of the slope. He thought that Meowlington was retreating, but what he saw was a porcupine-like hollow phalanx, many of them.

The cavalry in modern times is different from the cavalry in ancient times. The modernized systematic training has made them better than the ancient cavalry. The formation is as neat as a wall, and it is like waves after waves, pouring mountains and seas towards the British phalanx , The shiny breastplates on the cavalrymen's bodies shook people's eyes.

The British artillery units began to return fire, and the commanders in the middle of the hollow phalanx also shouted loudly: "Shoot their horses first! Shoot their horses first!"

The effect was very good. The French cavalry began to fall one after another, but more cavalry kept pouring in from behind, seemingly endlessly.

At this time, Napoleon heard the news of Ney's attack from his adjutant, and he didn't even care about the pain. He stumbled over from the grass beside him and shouted frantically, "What is Ney doing? I can't even Leave? What is he doing there!"

Napoleon pointed in the direction of Ney's cavalry angrily, and roared hysterically: "How can the cavalry be allowed to attack without infantry support! What's wrong with him!"

No matter what he could have imagined, Ney, who was the marshal of the first army, could make such a low-level mistake. It would be fine to let the cavalry attack alone, but to attack the infantry who had already lined up. This matter was made by Zhao Kuo and Ma Di It may not be possible to do it.

Smoke and dust rose up in front of the two armies, the gunpowder smoke from infantry shooting was mixed with the dust brought up by cavalry charge, together with the sound of gunfire, the roar of fighting, the cry of the wounded, and the neighing of horses. , forming a real scene of hell on earth.

Louis admitted that he had seen many war movies, but no matter how real the movies were, they were just movies, and what was in front of him was a real battlefield...

He saw with his own eyes not far away a young white cat that was slashed on the neck artery by a French cavalry sword while loading ammunition. Plasma's neck, both legs began to tremble weakly, and a French cavalryman, whose leg was broken by a shell, was being crushed on the grass by a dead horse, holding his leg and crying.

"Fawn, fawn..." Catherine repeated unconsciously, eyes full of fear, her hands tightly clutching Louis' clothes, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his chest, she couldn't bear to look at him anymore scene of hell.

Louis didn't speak, and gently stroked Catherine's blond hair with his hands, trying to calm her down.

This is not to blame for her timidity, even Louis himself can't stand it. I am afraid that no one in such a slaughterhouse can be calm except a natural butcher.

Except for Christasa, the silly old lady, who was sitting around munching on something.

Thank goodness she was in the mood to eat it.

"Think of your wives, your sweethearts, your homes, think of England Meow, soldiers, think of England Meow!"

Louis followed the voice and saw that it was Lord Hay in the center of the phalanx. He was riding a horse, holding a command knife and shouting slogans, trying to cheer up the soldiers in the phalanx.

But his behavior was too eye-catching, and he was shot by the French army soon. A bullet hit his head. Lord Hay stretched out his cat's paw to touch the gunshot wound on his head in disbelief. He glanced at the Duke of Meowington, wanted to say something but couldn't say it at all, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground, ending his young life.

Duke Meowington moved his lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't.

With the death of Lord Hay, the phalanx he was in also began to disintegrate. The bagpipe player in the center was still playing hard, trying to boost the morale of the brothers. Unfortunately, the French cavalry had already killed them and slashed at the bagpipes. on the back of the hand.

"Bastards! Come on! You bastards meow!" Seeing the tragic death of the bagpiper, Lawrence cursed, picked up the rifle in his hand and started shooting at the people around him.

The battlefield has already become chaotic, no one knows where their bullets hit, and no one knows when the cavalry in front of them will stop attacking, and the cavalry don't know how long the enemy can last, both sides have tried their best, Waiting for the moment when the other party can't hold on first.

"Louis..." Meowington called softly without looking back.

"Well, sir." Louis didn't stop stroking Catherine's hair.

"You said..." He hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Can we win?"

"Trust your soldiers." Louis didn't give him a positive answer.

Just when Meowington was about to say something, the three-colored cat Jack in the phalanx broke down and started to run out. The people around him immediately held him down, but Jack shouted: "Let me go! By God Can't you let me go out for the sake of it? Why?"

After struggling hard, he really broke free from the obstruction of his companions. Holding the Bible in his hand, he rushed out of the phalanx.

"Jack! Damn it, who is going to stop him from meowing!" Lawrence was in a hurry, this was a good boy from his neighbor's family, he wanted to rush out of the phalanx to rescue him, but he also knew the importance of discipline. It doesn't matter if you walk, the soldiers in the first row will definitely follow his actions and collapse.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Jack roared without looking back.

"Oh God, call someone to stop him, where is he going?" Lawrence just wanted to rush out to pull him back, but was held down by four or five companions.

Jack stepped out of the phalanx, looked at the French cavalry who were still charging, and shouted hysterically: "We have never lived, how can we kill each other! Why! Why! Why do we kill each other meow!"

"How can we! Why do we have to kill each other meow!"

He broke down and threw the rifle and hat in his hand to the ground, but on this battlefield, compared with the sound of cannons and gunshots, his voice was too small and insignificant.

No one cared about his opinion, and no one knew why they killed each other. Perhaps the Duke of Meowington knew it, and Lord Hay knew it, but these big soldiers really didn't know why they were fighting.

Soon, he had no way to continue to torture the French cavalry who was also born as a cat in front of him. A knight in shining breastplate galloped towards him, raised the saber in his hand, and cut it off with one blow. His young head.

The ground was soaked in blood, and as he faced the direction of the phalanx, Lawrence clearly saw that the last thing burning in his cat's eyes was unparalleled sadness.

(End of this chapter)