The Mediterranean sea breeze with the smell of sunshine blows on your face with warmth and warmth!

It's so warm here!

Napoleon looked at the blue sea in front of him and sighed in his heart.

He thought of the snowy field where the army was defeated, the 600,000-strong army that had experienced hundreds of battles, but in the end only more than 30,000 people escaped.

This battle broke the backbone of France, and the military supplies accumulated over the years, as well as officers and soldiers with rich combat experience, were all buried in that snowy field.

Of course, he also has his freedom.

Perhaps it was fear of causing resistance from the French, or perhaps the strong inertia of order among the nobility. The anti-French alliance did not kill Napoleon, but sent him to this not-so-desolate island, and even retained his title of emperor.

Napoleon did not appreciate the generosity of those people. He wanted revenge and regained his power. Once he tasted the feeling of being superior for one day, he would never let go or give up.

When the two armies faced each other and the French army was preparing to attack by force, Napoleon was surprised to find that half of the weapons in his army were inoperable.

Mortar shells will jam, and bullets will get stuck in the barrel of the gun and will not fire.

For a moment, he even felt that the Ming people had deceived him. However, when he saw in the telescope that the opposite position was also in a hurry, Napoleon knew that he was not the only one who encountered this kind of problem.

There is no other way, the battle can only be terminated.

The Russians fought at home and adapted to the cold Russian climate.

But the French can't do that. French soldiers are not suitable for the severe cold climate. They have to wrap themselves in military coats at all times, but it seems that they have been cursed by God. The holes in the military coats are actually broken.

Many sergeants wore their arms open, or tied them with ropes. Their clothes were full of lice, and they dared not take off their outer clothes.

The damn Russians burned down every house in sight and took away everything there was to eat.

The soldiers had to camp in the cold snow. The soldiers were huddled together in the cold weather. The cold wind blew through, and the little heat emitted by the campfire disappeared. They could only squeeze each other and hug each other to keep warm.

One after another, they looked like a big swarm of ants on the snow.

Hunger was more terrible than the extreme cold. The long logistics supply line was constantly harassed by Cossack cavalry. The soldiers did not have enough food for more than a month. Hungry, cold, and exhaustion continued to attack the health of the soldiers.

The cold wind blows from all directions, making it impossible to hide and escape.

Every night, some soldiers would fall asleep because of exhaustion. The next morning, they continued to sit in the snow in groups. The sun shone on their frozen faces, with ice and snow hanging on their beards, and ice hanging on their eyelashes.

Frost.

Entire platoons, entire companies, and even entire battalions of soldiers froze to death.

Even more terrifying than the cold was the night attack by the Cossack cavalry. Every night when the thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded, it was the beginning of a nightmare.

If the rifle is not easy to use, the saber becomes the most terrifying weapon.

The cavalrymen stirred up snow dust all over the sky, and the scimitars in their hands reflected the cold moonlight. The ice-cold blade slashed across the soldiers' heads, so big that their heads suddenly flew up.

The head hit Xuanzi and flew far away, and a hole of blood spurted out far away on the ground.

Every morning, Napoleon would get a report. Such-and-such a unit had been attacked by Cossack cavalry again. After years of war, Napoleon thought that he had become somewhat immune to the number of casualties.

But when he actually saw the casualty figures, he still felt his heart tightening.

He knew that he could not retreat at this time. As long as he retreated, the Russians would follow them like wolves. They would eat up the French army piece by piece. In the end, no one would be able to escape back to Paris.

But Napoleon had to order a retreat because the troops had begun to collapse. Especially Murat's First Cavalry Corps. The horses starved to death because there was no feed, and the cavalry completely turned into infantry. Then they were cut down by the Cossack cavalry, just like chopping melons and vegetables. Once it's done, Napoleon will know it's over.

Napoleon had to admit that severe cold was the best weapon for the Russians. In the face of this weapon, his 600,000-strong army was simply vulnerable.

I used to be so arrogant that I believed that Russia was like a broken house. As long as I kicked the door, the whole house would collapse.

But he was wrong, the Russians defeated with their tenacity.

I lost, I lost completely.

No! I still have hope because I still have a trump card.

"Your Majesty! It's time for lunch." The attendant with a smile came over and saluted Napoleon politely.

Napoleon disliked this Italian named Piano very much. He was a lackey of the Anti-French Alliance. If someone told him that the food he sent was laced with poison, Napoleon would not be surprised at all.

But there is no way, he is the general manager here. In other words, he is the prison chief on this prison island.

"Oh, what's for lunch today?" Napoleon sat at the dining table and looked at the shining silver tableware on the table. The silver plate was too bright and even a little dark.

"Spaghetti, and ham, and by the way, it comes with Russian pickles. You will love it!" Piano smiled, watching the servants place one silver plate after another on the table.

"Oh!" Napoleon smiled bitterly. The so-called emperor was not even qualified to order food. Pickles...! He hated pickles!

Sit on the chair and look at the blue sea. Take a sip of wine and eat a bite of damn spaghetti.

What was supposed to be a pleasant lunch turned out to be tasteless.

Three wooden sailboats appeared on the sea. The wooden sailboats were not too big, only about ten meters long. They had a typical Sicilian style and looked like fishermen fishing in groups on the island of Sicily.

There are always pirates on the damn sea. These pirates from Tunisia and Libya are crazy and ferocious. In addition to Ming Dynasty merchant ships who dare not plunder, they are unwilling to let go of ships from various countries in the Mediterranean.

The fishermen were forced to go out in groups to fish. They could also support each other when encountering pirates.

The wooden sailboat sailed to the pier of Elba Island, and a few bearded guys on the deck were looking towards the shore.

The guard kept shouting in Italian: "No docking here!" But the ships still came up, and the officers in charge of the guard were very angry.

These Italians must be taught a lesson this time, and they must be fined one hundred dinars, no, two hundred.

A few soldiers on the dock were holding guns, and the ferocious officer jumped onto the stable ship. Italians are very honest, and as long as they see guns, they will be as obedient as quails.

"Whoosh!" A javelin was accurately inserted into his head, and the officer was pinned against the ship's roof.

Just as the soldiers on the shore were about to fire, the sound of tearing linen was heard from inside the ship's building.

Bullets rained out from the cabin, and the few soldiers on the shore were beaten into sieves before they could fire.

Several men wearing steel helmets and blue and white camouflage uniforms got out of the cabin, carrying mortars. They jumped off the ship and quickly found a pile of cargo to block their bodies.

The installation of the artillery gun was completed in the blink of an eye. The gunner took an aim and kept adjusting the ruler in his hand.

"Boom!" The sound of the cannon being ejected was not loud, but a ball of orange flames immediately burst out from the watchtower more than 800 meters away. Along with the black smoke, the soldiers inside the watchtower were blown up.

Two other fishing boats quickly docked, with soldiers carrying Aka rifles. Others carried general-purpose machine guns on their shoulders, and three mortars had been erected behind the dock's cargo pile.

The defenders' heavy machine guns had just opened fire when they were hit by mortars.

"Ming Army! Ming Army, Ming soldiers." The defenders were panicked.

He was wearing sea blue camouflage and a steel helmet on his head. Only the Ming army would wear this kind of dress. The Ming army came to rescue Napoleon. The fortress commander almost fainted when he heard the news.

He has seen battleships as tall as Daming Mountain, and the thick gun barrels are no problem even if they lie inside.

Ming Dynasty came to attack, but it was still a damn thing to defend.

"How many people are there?" After calming down, the fortress commander asked.

"Fifty people! Or sixty people, less than a hundred anyway. They are on a fishing boat!"

After kicking this ignorant bastard hard, the fortress commander wanted to scold him.

The people of the Ming Dynasty deceived people too much. They sent only three fishing boats and hundreds of people without warships, just like they rescued Napoleon, and they did it in broad daylight.

This is too much! This is too much! You simply don’t take your two thousand defenders seriously.

"The whole army will attack and these Ming troops must be wiped out on the island." If Napoleon was rescued by the Ming army like this, he would not be involved in the military circles in the future.

No matter how elite the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were, they could not kill their two thousand defenders.

It’s time to teach these arrogant Ming troops a lesson!

There was chaos on the dock, and the defenders on the island were mobilized to teach the Ming army a lesson.

The garrison was composed of British and Prussians, all elites of the two countries' armies. The island was only in chaos for a short while, with mortar shells hitting the dock like raindrops.

The three wooden sailing ships were torn into pieces in the blast of air. Countless wood chips flew into the sky and then fell into the sea with a "crackling" sound. All the Ming troops on the dock got into the cargo pile to avoid the explosion.

The defenders gathered on the dock from all directions to kill these daring Ming troops.

Just when they were surrounded on all sides and were about to kill these Ming army commandos in one fell swoop, a dozen Ming army soldiers appeared from nowhere and got onto the terrace where Napoleon was.

The soldiers used daggers to kill two guards and several servants. Piano's throat was cut directly, and he was convulsing on the ground with pools of blood.

"Your Majesty, please come with us." The commando actually spoke French, which surprised Napoleon.

But he didn't say anything. He just stood up, straightened his clothes, and followed the commandos out. For today, he paid all his shares in the Suez Canal.

The airship in the sky suddenly jumped out of the clouds. The rapid-fire cannon poured ammunition at the fortress. The bunkers were smashed into pieces, and many bullets hit the inside along the shooting holes, killing the gunners inside.

Just cut it in half.

The besieging troops on the ground erupted into clouds of blood mist. Twenty-five millimeter shells could directly break a person into several pieces. No one expected that the airship would suddenly jump out of the clouds.

An airship hovered on a flat land on the west side, and Napoleon climbed into the pod with the help of commandos.

The remaining airships continued to spray cannonballs over the fortress, and the commandos began to search for the defenders throughout the fortress. The order from above was to leave no survivors alive, and the commandos certainly would not hold back.

Almost every room in the house was raked by bullets. I didn't bother to search the places in the cabinets under the bed, so I just shot them a few times.

Throw a few grenades directly into those rooms that are guarded.

The entire Elba Fortress suddenly erupted with gunshots and explosions, and the defenders fell into a pool of blood one after another.

Napoleon looked at the Ming army, which numbered less than a hundred people, and was gradually narrowing the encirclement. They didn't even let the surrendered soldiers go, and shot them in the head.
To be continued...