As a battle that would be enough to make me famous in history as long as it was successful, I really wanted to make this half-battle battle more heroic and cruel, but the fact is that because of the retreat and weakness of my Saxon regiment on the flank, the French

The human flank thought that we were just vulnerable, so they rushed out. Then, after the flank attack without authorization, all the orders issued by Prince Grand Condé were distorted by the very constructive French when it came to the execution stage.

Got another look.

Although I originally thought that those French people who had stayed in Versailles for a long time and their brains became funny would become two, but I never expected that they would be able to lower the command value of a strong general from 120 to 40.

This level of exaggeration. Sure enough, if fools and fools are together, it is not a 1+1 effect, but a geometric upward trend?

So this battle is about how stupid are the French army’s idiots on the opposite side?

No, maybe I should describe it more appropriately by how powerful the Prince of Kongdai opposite is.

Facing the complete retreat of the eastern flanks, the central offensive was completely dismantled, and the enemy occupied the high ground. With a condescending disadvantage, the Prince of France, with only two infantry regiments and less than 5,000 men, seemed to have gradually exerted his power.

He is worthy of being France's number one tactical general and France's strongest strength.

The troops we invaded the highlands during the counterattack were the provincial infantry of the Kingdom of France. Judging from the number, they came from Normandy, the 2nd Battalion of the Normandy Infantry Regiment. The 1st Spartan Infantry Regiment led by Morris rushed towards the main French position from the east slope.

, was immediately bombarded by 8 French cavalry artillery batteries, and my advance was blocked. I detoured the Prussian cavalry regiment that had been charging on the flanks to one side to support Morris, but was blocked by Prince Condé as expected.

Facing the offensive I wanted to launch from the front, the artillery mobilized by Prince Dakondai fired very intensive firepower, blocking the main force of Alexei's Fifth Spartan Army from the outside.

"What's going on! There's chaos in the First Infantry Regiment on the flank! Quick, send someone to the front line to take a look!" I shouted to Constans.

Several fast horses quickly flew out from us, and in my telescope, the attacking flanks were retreating continuously, but the soldiers did not look like they were retreating.

Constans suddenly shouted in my ear: "Could something happen to Maurice?"

"How is that possible!" I couldn't accept it!

"How is it impossible!" Constans said fiercely, "That's a dozen cannons!"

"Two, don't be nervous! The front line has resumed its offensive! And it's even more fierce than before!" Alexei shouted.

I quickly picked up the binoculars, and sure enough, the soldiers who were retreating a moment ago were now more horribly distorted, and under the eagle flag next to the commander of the 1st Infantry Regiment. I also saw Morris, this guy is not dead!

Thank God!

But even so, the casualties of the Fifth Spartan Army gradually increased. First, the two companies that were advancing tenaciously were all sacrificed. The battalion commander of the 3rd Battalion of the Saxon Regiment was killed in the battle, and the 2nd Battalion was defeated again. As long as

The 1st Battalion was still on the front line to contain the French troops on one side. When the artillery of the Fifth Spartan Legion was pulling up the high ground, it was attacked by the French cavalry desperately.

Prince Grand Condé seized the moment when my artillery unit failed to receive complete infantry cover, and sent out the only remaining cavalry of the French army.

The cavalry of less than 300 men rushed down the ridge despite artillery fire and killed an artillery battery of the Fifth Spartan Legion. The infantry of the following three companies rushed up and could only drive away the French cavalry and rescue artillery battery 11.

Of the five cannons, the rest were all ordered by the French to use hammers to drive long iron nails into the cannon's fire doors and to seal the lead entrances. The company also suffered many casualties and could no longer find suitable ones.

The gunner took action.

By 12:30, we still had not captured the forward defense line of the French main position. The 1st, 2nd and 3rd Battalions of the Saxon Regiment all suffered more than half of their casualties. One artillery battery was wiped out, with more than 1,200 casualties and casualties.

With the loss of 6 artillery pieces, our few artillery pieces can now provide even less fire support, and the disadvantage of the lack of artillery is even more obvious!

The French army was estimated to have suffered 5,380 casualties and casualties. Such a disparity in loss ratio was mainly due to the French army being too chaotic in the first two hours. However, when the force commanded by Prince Condé was reduced to less than 5,000 people,

, France’s number one tactical general saves trouble. For him, it seems that all he needs to do is hold on to his position, so he seemed to be doing micro-management in a single player, which made me very anxious.

Well, let's put it this way, in terms of micro management, I can't beat Prince Kongdai, but I understand what he is thinking, and he is making a comeback.

Waiting for the arrival of French reinforcements.

As long as we cannot attack the main French position for a long time, once the reinforcements arrive and we lose all our energy, we will have the only option to retreat.

Being able to retreat suits my taste very well, but what I want is the kind of retreat that can leave people with endless reveries and regrets. The kind of retreat that when people mention it, they will immediately think about what if I can change the entire history.

!The best example is Napoleon's Waterloo. Because his reinforcements arrived one step later than the enemy, he lost the entire empire!

By the way, why do I keep thinking of that great god today?

Is it because our situations are so similar?

Or did that great god’s gaze travel across countless parallel worlds and come to me?

The cavalry sent to the front line to inquire about the situation came back: "Sir Morris, unfortunately, he was injured before! After simple treatment, he led the soldiers back to the front line again!"

"We must deploy more troops!" Constans suggested, looking at the hopeless battle situation, "Hessian regiment or Mustache regiment, whichever one you want!"

"No, the French army still has thousands of troops on the west side. If we move, then the flanks must launch an attack to contain the French army there. But in this way, we will have no defense against French reinforcements.

Reserves. Therefore, we cannot move those two troops, we only have these troops on hand! Constans, order, the 3rd Infantry Regiment of the 5th Spartan Legion advances! Call me the Prussian Cavalry Regiment.

Come back and reorganize, tell Morris, and continue to create pressure on the east side!"

"I'll take the 2nd Infantry Regiment!" Constans added.

"Are you sure?"

"nonsense!"

"Don't die!"

"What's the difference between dying now and dying later in Versailles? No, there seems to be a real difference! Never mind. Anyway, my life is for this moment! No matter when this moment is!"

Constans left to supervise the battle.

Two Prussian cavalry regiments were withdrawn to the rear to reorganize.

At 1:10, the 3rd Infantry Regiment advanced south. Morris and the Saxon Regiment continued to contain the enemy on the flanks. The 1st Infantry Regiment, under the supervision of Constans, launched a forceful attack from the front. Then, I sent two more

Prussian cavalry regiment,

We barely managed to make up 4 Prussian cavalry regiments, although the number was less than 2,000. I ordered the cavalry to detour to the east and descend from the high ground. Taking advantage of the French army's artillery bombardment, they launched an attack on the artillery positions on the left and right sides of the French camp in front.

offensive.

The remaining soldiers of the Saxon regiment were the first to retreat. However, this time, the Saxon regiment was completely defeated instead of retreating. This army, which had been repeatedly attacking and retreating from the beginning, finally lost the confidence to continue the attack.

.I could only watch the Saxons fleeing one company after another. But Morris's 1st Infantry Regiment was still there.

In order to prevent the cavalry from attacking the artillery positions, the remaining French cavalry started a cavalry battle with my Prussian cavalry. Saber versus saber, uphill versus downhill. But my losses were greater because the French had artillery.

, but the French cavalry still let the cavalry retreat, and the remaining Prussian cavalry, about 1,500 people, killed people inside the French position.

Morris's infantry regiment was still advancing steadily. With the support of highland artillery, and being in a condescending position, the artillery on the flanks was either transferred to attack the 2nd and 3rd infantry regiments on the front. Or it was threatened by the Prussian cavalry.

They finally made some progress, and they were finally able to enter the French position and launch a hand-to-hand battle against the French infantry on the flanks of the defense line.

The breakthrough was opened in this way, and the battle entered the most critical stage at this point. I moved the 4th Infantry Regiment up, ordered reinforcements of Morris, and continued to expand the Japanese Army's breakthrough from the flanks.

This infantry regiment is already the last reserve of the Fifth Spartan Army. Apart from the more than 200 cavalry remaining, I have no preparations. If I still can't fight, I will go up myself!

At this time, the key turning point I expected finally came.

Looking through the thick smoke, I looked at the eagle flags fluttering over the 2nd and 3rd Infantry Regiments, which were about to board the main French position and prepare to enter hand-to-hand combat. I shouted to the people around me: "Everyone, follow me!"

Driving the horse forward, I shouted while driving the horse: "Romans! Follow me to attack the enemy's position!"

"Long live!"

"Long live the Empire!!!"

The guards around me went completely crazy, shouting at the top of their lungs!

The road from the rear to the front line was not long. Soon, after three or four artillery shells flew over my head, I rushed into the main French position.

The place is full of messes. Under the billowing smoke, the corpses of French infantry in champagne uniforms, the corpses of Prussian cavalry in pure black uniforms, the corpses of Roman infantry in red uniforms, and the corpses of Roman legionary cavalry in crimson uniforms are all over the place.

ridge.

Under the waving flag, soldiers continued to fall, but after entering hand-to-hand combat, the soldiers of the Fifth Spartan Legion showed stronger combat effectiveness than the newly recruited peasants from the French. After I appeared, morale was already low

The high-spirited soldiers became more brutal.

I searched with both eyes and plunged into the shaky French defense line.

I'm not on the front line here to kill people.

Shake off the cavalry behind me, then find an opportunity to dismount, draw the gun and give myself a shot. This is what I want to do now!

Alas, this weird incident of going to the front line and giving yourself a shot probably only happened to the soldiers who hid in trenches and engaged in tunnel warfare in World War I. But I didn’t expect that I was asked to advance in advance.

Got it out.

I was pulled by someone suddenly, and I only heard Leon shouting: "Your Highness, you rushed too far forward!"

I know how to distract you if you don't move forward, and then I'll do it myself!

"The French reinforcements will appear at any time. If we defeat the French army as soon as possible, we will be closer to Versailles, don't you think?"

"Everyone, come with me!"

Even on the battlefield where the winner is about to be decided, the battlefield is a battlefield, with open guns and hidden arrows everywhere. It won't give you any time to breathe. Soon, I almost forgot in front of the bayonets and sabers appearing left and right.

What are you here to do? To me!

Feeling that the French army seemed to be relying on a place with fierce firepower to launch a counterattack, I looked at the last French artillery position and mobilized troops to attack while shouting: "To attack, just take that French artillery position."

, victory belongs to us! Attack! Attack!!"

"Cannon! Get down!"

"Lie down quickly!"

What?

Are you shouting at me?
Chapter completed!