I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 321 Fierce Battle in Luxembourg
"Are they reinforcements from Vienna?" the staff officer on the side asked the question that Blücher was most concerned about.

A hussar immediately shook his head and said:
"No, sir, the flag should be Leo Legion."

Blücher couldn't help but frown slightly. Leo should have less than two thousand soldiers left in his hands. Where did he suddenly get thousands of people?

His staff officer obviously thought about the same problem and said sideways:
"General, could it be that he brought out all the defenders in Luxembourg City?"

"That number is wrong..." Blücher said half a sentence, but couldn't help but think of something, and hurriedly signaled to the staff to get a map, and asked the hussars to point out the location where the enemy was found on it.

When he saw the cavalry in charge of reconnaissance pointing due north of Dikish, his eyes suddenly froze: "

No, the Austrians are trying to run away! Leo should have not only mobilized the garrison of Luxembourg City, but also the troops from the surrounding cities. "

"Run?" the staff officer said in surprise, "Why did he..."

Blücher showed a sneer:
"I guess he wants to bypass us and use all Luxembourg's forces to sneak attack Liège. If he succeeds, we will have to temporarily abandon Luxembourg City and return to the west to chase him.

"This bought him time for reinforcements from Vienna."

"Order Crystal's regiment to continue attacking Dikirch. After taking Dikirch, he will go straight to Luxembourg City. If I am not wrong, there should be no defenders there."

Yesterday afternoon, he learned that the Prussians were approaching the town of Wenssele. Just when he was frightened, he suddenly heard the news that His Royal Highness the Dauphin of France had personally led an army of 2 troops to come for reinforcements. At that time, he almost cried with excitement.

He glanced at the slowly marching team sideways: "

Blücher continued:
"The Altmann Army immediately marched eastward and must intercept the Austrians.

"The cavalry follows the enemy and continues to harass them to slow them down, but no forceful attack is allowed without my order."

"I will personally lead the main force to give Leo a severe blow from the side! The next step will be a 'performance' of cavalry chasing and defeating the enemy."

If Leo's troops want to go to Liege, they will definitely pass by there. As long as a cannon is set up halfway up the mountain, the Austrians can be hit head-on.

……

It's just that Blücher didn't notice that his deployment stretched the Prussian army into a long line from west to east, with its flanks completely exposed to the south.

Normally, the Prussians would catch up quickly. And we have less than 4 people here..."

Blücher pointed with his finger at a hill on the northeast side of the map:
"Have Eichendorff drag the cannon up there and set up a position."

"It's not just interception." Blücher, who always liked to rush and fight fiercely, immediately told the messenger, "Cancel the rest and the whole army will assemble immediately.

"Yes, General." The herald quickly recorded.

He raised his riding whip proudly, appearing extremely confident:

He had received the order from His Majesty the Emperor and knew that the French army would come, but he never expected that it would come so quickly. According to the news sent from Vienna, the French army should have set off from Verdun two days ago, and the troops were from there. It usually takes about 5 days to reach the town of Dikirch.

"General, shall we intercept him?"

Silesia is where he made his achievements, Luxembourg is not worth his time.

"But," Leo looked behind him and swallowed hard, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's main force is still in Dikixi. Before he arrives, there is no way we can hold on."

Lefebvre smiled:
"If that's the case, you have accomplished a great service, General."

On the narrow path less than ten kilometers east of the main Prussian force in Luxembourg, Austrian commander Leo looked nervously at the middle-aged man beside him:
"Major Lefebvre, your scouts have just discovered traces of the Prussian hussars."

Regardless of whether Leo plans to escape or to sneak attack Liège, his morale is currently strong and his military strength is absolutely superior, so he can kill them right here.

Little did he know that with the terrifying marching speed of the French Royal Guards, the two-day rush march covered more than 50 kilometers!
Then, Leo almost cried again.

This time it was scary.

The French Dauphin's first order when he saw him was for him to immediately lead his troops to maneuver towards Blücher's left flank and set up defenses near a low hill there.

布吕歇尔带了足足1万7千名普鲁士士兵，以及近5千尼德兰叛军，而他手里仅剩下1千6百来人了。

What's the difference between this and a lamb running into a pack of wolves?
Then the French Dauphin told him that a legion would be sent to cover him.

Just as Leo was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the crown prince's order to transfer a regiment and a battalion, a total of 2 soldiers to accompany him to "die".

Less than 4 people provoked more than 2 Prussian troops. What else but death? !

After that, he was escorted almost all the way by Lefebvre to the east side of Blücher's army, and then he found Prussian hussars appearing.

Lefebvre seemed very confident:
"Don't worry, His Highness will definitely arrive in time."

Before Leo could say anything else, he added:
"The main force of the Guards Corps was 'hiding' in the remote town of Dikirch to avoid Prussian reconnaissance.

"According to the staff's plan, it is impossible for the Prussians to realize that there is a French army nearby that can destroy them.

"While their attention is on us, thunder will fall on them!"

"But," Leo said with a grimace, "His Highness is still more than a day's journey from here..."

"No, it's only half a day at most."

……

The Altmann Infantry Regiment of the Prussian Guards and an accompanying skirmisher battalion and five cavalry squadrons intercepted the "fleeing" Austrians in front at almost a galloping speed.

Altmann didn't bring artillery, and those bulky guys would seriously slow him down.

And to deal with the vulnerable Austrians, there was no need for artillery.

In the past few months, his army had fought against the Austrian army several times, always winning more and losing less. Especially after entering Luxembourg, it was like overwhelming them.

"You lazy guys, hurry up!" he shouted at the soldiers beside him, "Don't make me whip you with a riding crop!"

In fact, in order to speed up the march, his legion queue had completely dispersed. In less than 10 kilometers, nearly one-tenth of the soldiers were left behind.

But in order to intercept Leo's army, this is acceptable.

A hussar came running towards him and shouted to Altmann:
"Lieutenant Colonel, the Austrian army has stopped moving!" The latter quickly took the map and, under the instructions of the scout, looked at the low mountain two kilometers away to the east.

It was a hill less than two kilometers wide, with dense forests on the north side and an inverted V-shaped open land in front.

He immediately snorted disdainfully:
"These guys realize they can't escape and are ready to fight."

He motioned to his staff to put away the map:

“Although they picked a good battlefield, they couldn’t stop us.

"The order was given, Bischoff's regiment was to line up on the front, and the skirmishers were to attack from the southern hillside, trying to disrupt the Austrian formation."

The herald urged the horse to leave. Altmann was instructing the cavalry captain on how to attack the Austrian defense when he suddenly heard the rapid sound of horse hooves.

He glanced at the cavalry captain in surprise. The latter immediately shook his head to express that he was not one of his people, and then screams came from the side and front.

A communications soldier came galloping on horseback, and said anxiously when he was still far away:

"Lord Lieutenant Colonel, the Austrian cavalry attacked our front team, and Captain Jonas is commanding the company to resist..."

Altmann and the cavalry captain looked at each other with disbelief on their faces.

How dare the Austrians take the initiative to attack!

Altmann immediately shouted angrily:
"Schlosser, catch up with me immediately! Maybe this is an opportunity to take advantage of the chaos to break through the Austrian defense line."

The cavalry captain immediately rode away with a dark face and shouted to his cavalrymen.

Hundreds of meters away, more than 300 Guards cavalry in Austrian uniforms roared past the Prussians. With the impact of the gallop, the cavalry only had to raise their sabers, and the blades easily cut through the Prussians. Infantry body.

Almost instantly, a "border" made of blood appeared in front of Altman's left side. Captain Jonas was desperately directing the formation of soldiers, but the infantry line that had just begun to take shape was suddenly rushed to pieces.

The "Austrian" cavalry drew an arc in the distance, quickly formed a team, and then charged towards the Prussian army again.

At the front of the queue, a young man with a full head of curly hair and some fatness flashed with excitement. He carefully controlled the speed of his horse and maintained the same speed as the teammates on both sides. His hand was already touching the knife uncontrollably. On the handle.

"jogging……"

"Sprint!"

Following the cavalry commander's order, the curly-haired young man clamped his horse's belly firmly and raised his saber upwards. The strong Arabian horse under its crotch made a strong gasping sound and rushed towards the Prussians with unstoppable momentum.

Yes, although he was only a "new recruit" who had only joined the Guards Corps for a few months, he was able to control one of the top dozen horses in his cavalry battalion.

Unlike his former Champagne Legion, the Guards Legion only assigns horses based on personal ability and merit.

He was able to be awarded this purebred Arabian horse by the battalion commander himself based on his almost straight-A results in daily assessments and his stunning performance in cutting three targets with a knife when crossing an obstacle.

Although he is only the son of a petty official, he has an amazing affinity for horses. He has mastered extremely proficient riding skills after only being a cavalryman for more than two years.

The sound of horse hooves beat his nerves rhythmically like a war drum, and everything around him seemed to slow down, giving him a wonderful feeling of being in control of everything.

There were still 50 steps to go before the trembling infantrymen holding flintlock rifles.

40 steps…

10 steps!
The sharp eyes of the curly-haired young man noticed the gap of more than three meters wide between several infantrymen. He immediately flicked the reins of the horse, lowered his head and plunged in through the gap. At the same time, he flicked his saber and slashed half of the chest of the Prussian on the right. Cut it off.

Warm blood spattered on the hind legs of his horse, and more sprayed all over the face of the Prussian infantryman next to him.

The infantrymen's eyes widened in shock at the smell of blood. They desperately wiped the sticky blood off their faces and suddenly became a mess.

Behind the curly-haired cavalry, other Guards cavalry immediately discovered the gap and followed closely.

As the sword flashed, the gap in the Prussian queue became wider and wider, and fifty or sixty infantrymen were "cut" from the defense line.

Immediately, the Guards Cavalry circled around the isolated soldiers several times, and then fled away again. As a whole team, there were no Prussians standing there.

Just these two simple attacks caused the Altman Legion to lose nearly a company of infantry. Officers, soldiers, and messengers were mixed together, and it was obvious that they could not form an effective defensive formation for a while.

The cavalry commander of the Guards Corps urged his horse to catch up with the curly-haired young man who was running at the front. He raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He said with a smile on his face:
"Well done, Murat! If you can have such a beautiful breakthrough into the enemy camp again, I will go back and help you apply for a medal!"

Murat also grinned:
"You can just apply for a medal for me. Oh, I want a silver medal of fleur-de-lis, not a copper one. Because in this battle, I was able to kill at least 10 Prussians! Maybe 20, who knows?"

There was good-natured laughter from the side. Everyone was all too familiar with the bragging ability of this young man from Guyenne - such as how he fought with five soldiers in the Champagne Legion and won. Or being pursued by 5 girls at the same time, and finally marrying none of them in order not to make them sad.

The cavalry commander smiled and patted his shoulder again:

“I know you’re not bragging, like that time you chopped down three targets.

"Oh, remember to save your horsepower, otherwise your horse may not be able to accompany you to complete 10 kills."

"Don't worry, it's very strong. It's almost as strong as mine."

There was another burst of laughter all around.

As the cavalry of the Guards Corps quickly formed their team again and rushed towards the Prussians, a group of cavalry in light blue military uniforms rushed from behind them.

The Guards Corps did not bother, turned their horses' heads and left quickly - they had already spent too much energy just now, and it was not appropriate to engage in a head-on fight at this time. And their mission is to stall for time.

After all their struggles, it took the Altman Legion a full hour and a half to regain order and begin to march towards Leo's position.

When Altmann saw the Austrian infantry formation in the telescope, he gritted his teeth and roared:

"Let Bischof launch a strong attack immediately! Schlosser, be careful on both wings of the infantry. The Austrian cavalry is somewhat capable."

Just as Major Bischoff ordered his soldiers to form an infantry line, and was about to launch an attack, he suddenly heard the sound of a horn from the Austrian army on the opposite side, and then the crooked infantry line started to move.

Head straight towards them!

Bischoff's eyelids twitched. Are the Austrians crazy? How dare they launch an active attack with such a small number of people? !

(End of this chapter)