Napoleon was on the mountain and saw the enemy's camp on fire from a distance.
"It's the apprentice in the dyeing shop!" Napoleon was overjoyed, "Hey, what's his name? He did a great job, no wonder Andy valued him so much! I thought Andy was mistaken this time! Hey, do you remember that dyeing shop?
What’s the apprentice’s name?”
The sergeant who was pulled by Napoleon hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly: "It seems to be called Rana?"
"Oh yes, Rana! He did a great job! We can't lose either! Reload quickly! Load the shotgun after this round! Hurry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the loaded artillery opened fire.
Amidst the successive firings, some artillerymen asked worriedly: "The enemy is closer than last time. What should I do if they stop and fire?"
Napoleon shouted: "Don't worry! They won't stop to shoot! They have to leave the bullets behind after crossing the ridgeline!"
The flintlock musket only had one bullet in the barrel and had to be reloaded after being fired. Napoleon was certain that the enemy would leave this bullet behind after crossing the ridgeline.
Napoleon: "We're going to shoot two rounds of shotgun, two rounds!"
Another cannon was loaded, and when the ignition was fired, the shotgun shells were thrown out with a crash, and they fell into pieces instantly.
Napoleon's artillery fired one after another, and each gun knocked down dozens of people.
"Load!" Napoleon shouted until his voice almost became hoarse.
The artillerymen were busy wiping the barrels, loading prefabricated powder cartridges, and then stuffing all the messy things into the barrels and compacting them.
The enemy's infantry team is very close, and they can rush into the faces of the artillerymen with just a few steps.
But they could only continue to march in unison to the beat of the drum.
Napoleon grabbed a torch and lit his nearest cannon himself.
The six-pounder gun spewed out long tongues of flame, and the projectiles swept through the enemy formation like a storm.
Seven or eight people fell in front of Napoleon.
A military musician stood right in the middle of the storm and was unexpectedly not injured by a fragment. He stopped hesitantly and forgot to play the drum.
But the cannon next to Napoleon opened fire, and this time the storm blew over the unfortunate fellow and tore off his ear.
Napoleon threw the torch and shouted: "Get out!"
He got on his horse and ran along the ridgeline, urging: "Retreat quickly! Move!"
The gunners dragged the mounts of the cavalry guns and ran as fast as they could.
Thanks to the ridgeline, they quickly escaped from the enemy's sight, otherwise they might have been killed by the enemy's sight of fire!
**
An Ning was at his command position and used his binoculars to see Napoleon's cavalry and artillery troops running wildly down the ridge.
Because they were running too fast, one of the artillery carts overturned and dragged the horse pulling the cart to the ground.
Napoleon rode past the overturned gun carriage.
The artillerymen who got up from the ground also ran as fast as they could, trying to leave the ridgeline.
Then the enemy flag appeared on the ridgeline.
An Ning: "This Napoleon is really playing tricks. Isn't he afraid that the enemy will stop and give him a shot?"
Cano: "He was sure the enemy would save their bullets until they got over the ridgeline."
An Ning curled his lips and then ordered the artilleryman: "Fire!"
The sound of cannon rumbled.
An Ning had just issued an order to allow all units to fire freely after the artillery fired. So a volley of gunfire followed the sound of artillery.
His finally clear vision was suddenly filled with white smoke.
The smoke from the volleys fired by eight thousand people, coupled with the smoke from artillery fire, suddenly made the entire battlefield filled with smoke again.
An Ning heard the enemy's command: "Stand still! Raise the gun!"
"Fire!"
The crackling sound of gunfire seemed like a belated echo.
An Ning saw that many of his troops who were loading ammunition were shot.
The sound of wailing penetrated An Ning's ears.
"Mother!"
As expected, it is impossible to have no casualties at all.
While An Ning was thinking this, the enemy's second column crossed the ridgeline.
——Qian, looking at these huge enemy soldiers, I still feel a bit unoptimistic!
The numerical disadvantage of three to one is too great...
**
Napoleon retreated to his position, jumped off his horse, forcibly pulled the reins of the horse dragging a cannon, and stopped the horse.
"Quickly, load the incendiary bombs!" Napoleon shouted, and at the same time he started to unload the gun carriage hanging behind the horses.
The artillerymen immediately dismounted and fired.
Napoleon patted the barrel of the cannon and urged: "Hurry! Hurry!"
"Loading complete!" the gunner shouted.
Napoleon personally inserted the lead into the breech block, then raised his right hand and raised his thumb to measure the distance.
Then he adjusted the tilt of the cannon body, then grabbed the torch from the soldier beside him and lit the fuse.
The cannon roared, and a shell roared across the battlefield and hit the barn.
This is an incendiary bomb, and the ignited fuse is rustling.
The enemy's second column is crossing the ridgeline!
Soon enough, the incendiary bomb exploded, igniting the thatch of the barn.
It was midsummer, and the fire suddenly burst into flames, followed by a violent explosion.
The entire barn exploded into a small fireball, rising up like a fleeting mushroom.
The nearest enemies were knocked to the ground by the explosive hurricane.
The enemies further away turned their heads and stared blankly at the rising flames.
**
Falayet was at the bottom of the mountain when he was startled by a sudden big explosion.
"What? This!"
Berthier: "It's a trap, sir. But it's harmless. It won't kill many people."
"What are you talking about, bastard! The key is not how many people can't be killed! The key is!" Lafayette stopped talking, lowered his head and murmured, "No, no! Absolutely not! He only has 10,000 people, why?
Dare to fight 30,000 people in hand-to-hand combat?"
**
An Ning looked at the rising fireball.
The entire battlefield seemed to suddenly become quiet.
He saw in the smoke, the enemy soldiers turned back one after another, looking in shock at the sudden change behind them.
An Ning suddenly had an idea.
He didn't know where the confidence came from, but anyway, he felt that he should charge at this time.
So he said to Lazar Cano: "Blow the charge!"
Kano asked in astonishment: "Charge? Our numerical disadvantage is too great, we shouldn't fight hand-to-hand..."
"I said," An Ning interrupted the chief of staff, "blow the charge horn!"
Kano said nothing, turned to the trumpeter and ordered: "Blow the charge horn!"
An Ning turned to the flag bearer holding his general's flag and said, "You, follow me closely!"
The flag bearer didn't have much opinion and answered directly: "Yes, Your Majesty General!"
Lazar Cano heard this and showed an expression that wanted to stop him.
In fact, the biggest role of the general's flag is to tell the messengers where the headquarters is, so as to facilitate the transmission of messages. In general, it is not appropriate to move the general's flag casually in a war.
Lazarcano and An Ning had just left their command positions, but the general's flag was still in place.
Before Lazar Cano could speak, An Ning drew out her long sword.
At this time, the blood from the wound on his forehead caused by the stone had not dried yet, and the slight pain reminded An Ning that he had a special constitution and would not die easily.
He is ready to take advantage of this.
After all, it’s time to use all available means!
An Ning whipped the white horse's ass under her crotch, causing the horse to gallop, the long sword raised high gleaming with cold light.