Next, Berthier quickly split Tranquility's deployment into a series of more executable and detailed orders, such as which four brigades should be given to the four brigades led by Davout. Berthier was responsible for these. arranged.
An Ning watched Berthier's operation and couldn't help but sigh that Napoleon in history did not lose unjustly at Waterloo. After all, there was no Berthier to give him the order to split.
Soon, various drums and bugles came from the military camp, and the troops began to gather.
Before leading his troops to set off, Davout first went to An Ning's headquarters to confirm his mission.
An Ning: "Remember, you must take a resolute offensive, push forward and push forward again!"
Davout: "Am I the main direction of attack?"
"Yes, because the terrain on the east coast is simple."
Davout saluted: "I will definitely complete the mission."
Lazarus said behind him: "You can rest assured that I can help you. I have personally seen the terrain over there. Although I have not crossed the river, the plain is really suitable for cavalry. You can press forward." I move forward and use volleys of guns to force the enemy to form a line formation. As soon as I charge forward, victory will come!"
An Ning looked at La Salle and smiled: "When you say this, it seems that victory is like picking something out of a bag."
La Salle: "Uh, what? Sorry, I don't know Latin..."
An Ning raised his eyebrows. As long as it is an idiom, it should be translated into the corresponding Latin proverb. In the writing of David next to him, he decided to become an extremely learned Confucian general - No, what should the West call the future? With?
An Ning: "What I mean is that victory is very simple. It's like a ripe apple hanging on a tree. If you give the tree a kick, it will fall off."
Oh my god, it's really troublesome to prevent your own translation system from taking effect.
Lasalle laughed loudly: "Yes, it's that simple!"
Davout was still very serious: "I will definitely use tangible results to wash away the shame of yesterday's defeat!"
Davout thought it was his fault that he didn't eat Argentoshi yesterday, and he seemed to be blaming himself all the time.
An Ning: "I see your troops have been assembled. Let's go. I'll wait here for your victorious return."
Davout saluted and left. Lazarus followed him, telling wisecracks as he went.
But Davout basically didn't smile.
Napoleon stepped forward at this time: "Why don't you let me go with Davout?"
It seems that Napoleon had formed a preconceived impression: everywhere Davout went was an important place.
"Because there won't be particularly high-intensity battles on the front." An Ning replied, "You go to the flanks, choose a good position, and use close-range artillery fire to completely disintegrate the enemy. How successful we will get in this battle depends on whether we can Blocking the enemy's retreat!"
Napoleon immediately became happy when he heard this: "It sounds like I have a heavy responsibility."
An Ning patted Napoleon on the shoulder: "Of course you have a great responsibility. I look forward to your ferocious bombardment to completely crush the enemy's right wing."
Napoleon smiled: "To the enemy, that's the left wing, Andy."
"Oh, okay, Left Wing." An Ning waved her hand, "Don't worry about these details, just go ahead."
Napoleon saluted and left confidently.
An Ning turned around and looked around, but did not see Laharp's figure. It seemed that the division commander carried out the order directly.
An Ning thought to herself, will my officers be divided into two parts from now on?
Direct and non-direct lineage.
Laharp probably thinks that he is already a direct descendant?
An Ning thought about it and felt that it couldn't be like this, so he said to the messenger: "Come on, come to Laharp, I want to give you the advice face to face!"
A moment later, Laharp arrived.
An Ning: "Your responsibility is very important, and it determines whether our battle can be finalized."
Laharp: “I thought the left wing was the main direction of attack?”
An Ning: "The left wing is indeed the main direction of attack, but your direction is also very important, which determines whether we can eat dumplings or not."
Laharp: “Dumplings?”
Berthier: "Italian is an Italian delicacy. The meat is wrapped in skin. This is a metaphor for annihilating the enemy. Your Majesty the General is a genius in language."
Good guy, An Ning thought to himself, I have someone to help me brag about whatever I say?
Stop blowing, I'm already swollen.
Laharp: "I understand! I'm the one, right?"
"That's right! Whether it tastes good or not, and whether the minced meat will scatter in the soup, depends on you! I ask you to seal the escape route, so that the defeated enemies can only escape over the mountains and plains!"
Laharp saluted: "Understood, I will definitely complete the task."
**
Marshal Beaulieu was also observing the French army.
After seeing the French army begin to mobilize, he immediately made a judgment: "The French army is going to give us a left hook and attack on our west side."
He turned the telescope and looked in the direction of the Bomida River: "The cavalry team just went for reconnaissance, tested the water depth and flow speed of the Bomida River, and determined that they could wade across the river. He planned to attack mainly on this side of the valley. Correct judgment."
The marshal put down the telescope. At this time, Condoré stepped forward and suggested: "Then let's put the main force here and fight them decisively! They have to wade across the river, and we have the advantage! Attack while they are crossing the river!"
Marshal Beaulieu shook his head: "What if there is a large number of horizontal formations on the river bank and the enemy deploys the artillery to the side? Wouldn't that kill the enemy?
"For defense on the east bank of the river, we must position our troops outside the range of the enemy's artillery in the front, in this position."
Beaulieu poked at the map: "There will be a very large gap between us and our front line. If we deploy a large number of troops on the river bank, if we are inserted into this gap, the consequences will be disastrous."
Condorei scratched his head: "Then..."
Marshal Beaulieu said confidently: "In fact, we can regard the river bank direction as a relatively independent battlefield.
"The direction of the river bank is a plain, so we must deploy troops equal to the enemy's number to delay. However, the terrain on our left wing is very complex, and there are also temporary fortifications repaired yesterday. As long as we have a small number of troops, we can contain the French army!
"The enemy is obviously preparing to attack the two flanks, and his front is very weak. The troops we mobilized from the left wing can be placed on the front and attack from the hillside!"
Condoré immediately praised: "Great, central breakthrough! As long as the enemy is cut into two pieces, the enemy will be defeated!"
Beaulieu continued: "Of course, there is a reason why the enemy makes the middle so weak. The terrain in the middle is complicated. They have more bunkers that can be used for defense, and it is not easy to attack. Despite this, we have the advantage of high ground!
"With the high ground and superior strength, we will definitely win! Come on, I will make the following arrangements..."
As a result, the Austrian army began to take action like a giant beast awakening.
The decisive battle between young Andy Frost and veteran Beaulieu is about to begin around Diego.