La Salle's cavalry quickly formed an offensive "wall formation".
As the name suggests, a brigade of cavalry forms a moving wall and rushes toward the enemy at lightning speed.
Using this formation to attack will bring a lot of pressure to the enemy, and it is very likely to destroy the morale of the opponent before directly contacting the enemy.
Of course, the faster the impact, the greater the power. The higher speed will make the horses start to compete with the surrounding horses due to instinct, resulting in the effect of "horse chasing horses". Horses entering this state will also ignore more
potential danger.
This is similar to people. If a person has fallen into a state of excitement and madness, they will ignore many dangers, burst out with fierce energy, and behave more boldly than usual.
In the confrontation between cavalry and cavalry, the courage of the horses is a very important factor.
Horses will get scared before humans get scared. After all, horses are not like humans. They are animals that follow instinct. Once they get scared, they will stop attacking and run away.
A cavalry confrontation often ends with one side's horses scattering in all directions.
The cavalry that can really charge together and fight for 300 rounds must use carefully trained horses.
As one of the best cavalry commanders, La Salle certainly knew all of these.
He will not bet his chances of victory on the fact that his horses are better than the enemy, but will do his best to increase the impact speed.
The faster you rush, the greater your chance of winning, it's that simple.
Lassalle raised his saber high, shouted "alialialia", and led the troops across the vast fields.
"Never slow down! Charge up! Break the necks of the enemy's horses!" Between shouts, he loudly encouraged his men.
The two sides are already close to within ten meters!
At this moment, the enemy's formation collapsed.
Instinct took over the enemy's horses, causing them to break free from their riders, break up their formation, and flee.
Lasalle shouted excitedly: "Great! We won! Let's catch up!"
An enemy horse in front of Lazarus panicked and stepped into a rabbit hole in the field. It stumbled forward and fell over, throwing the rider on the horse to the ground.
La Salle took the horse's reins, causing his horse to leap up lightly and jump over the fallen enemy.
At this time, La Salle's troops disbanded their formation. After all, wall charges are not very useful in pursuit.
The hussars were like a dispersed pride of lions, free to pursue the fleeing enemy.
La Salle rushed to an enemy lieutenant colonel, and while shouting to protect himself, he slashed at the lieutenant colonel's neck: "I am La Salle, and General Frost asked me to take care of you!"
The lieutenant colonel reacted and blocked.
When each cavalryman chops, the most suitable direction is the direction of his dominant hand. Similarly, when blocking attacks, this direction is more convenient.
If the enemy attacks from the direction of your dominant hand, you can only block it with reflexes.
As the attacker, La Salle can freely choose the position to attack. He is the enemy approaching from the left.
The lieutenant colonel's blocking movement was extremely awkward. He could barely block the first blow, but Lazarus knocked his sword away with the second blow.
"Go to hell!"
Lazarus shouted.
Lieutenant Colonel: "I surrender! I surrender!"
La Salle could no longer hold back, so he could only forcefully lift his hand upwards, causing the knife to draw a diagonal line in the air, directly cutting off the lieutenant colonel's hair.
The lieutenant colonel suddenly became half bald.
Lazarus closed the distance, punched the lieutenant colonel off his horse with a backhand, and then continued to pursue the fleeing enemy.
After half an hour, he led the pursuing troops back to look for the Lieutenant Colonel who had just surrendered.
At this time, the main infantry force of the Prussian-Austrian coalition was approaching, and the coalition forces at the forefront had switched from a marching column to a square formation.
La Salle threw the still fainting lieutenant colonel onto the saddle, and then called to his troops: "The wind is tight, pull!"
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At this time, Beethoven and his comrades were building fortifications on the Marne River.
Logically speaking, military musicians do not need to participate in the construction of fortifications, but Beethoven, as a person who was often surrounded by An Ning, naturally rolled up his sleeves and worked with his comrades.
When others asked him, he said, "General Frost would definitely take action with everyone in the same situation."
After working hard for a long time, Beethoven's platoon finally built a low wall and could rest temporarily.
As soon as he sat down, the sergeant who served as the platoon leader asked: "Are you the musician next to General Frost?"
Beethoven nodded: "Yes, that's the musician."
Sergeant: "Oh my god, what's going on? The musicians in our platoon are the general's musicians, and the musicians in the next row are from the theater or something, the one that makes the whine..."
Beethoven: "You mean cello?"
"Oh, yes, that's it! You guys usually don't even meet us big bosses. At most, we only talk about your names and romantic affairs when bragging in the tavern. But now, we are cultivating here together.
Fortifications! The world has really changed."
Beethoven nodded: "Yes, His Majesty the General said, we just have a different division of labor, there is no distinction between high and low."
Sergeant: "The general really said that?"
"Yes, and he did the same thing. Did you know that the general eats the same food as you, except on the day of the war?"
"Oh, I heard that the General will have a drink that day and enjoy the sight of the enemy being defeated." Another strong man joined the conversation.
At this time, Beethoven and the sergeant were surrounded by several people.
Someone curiously asked Beethoven: "Is the General very tall? I heard that he is three times as tall as an ordinary person. He is a burly giant!"
"Yes, yes, I have also heard that the general can even hold up the cannon and fire it like we hold a gun! During the war, the artillerymen are responsible for loading, and after loading, the general can fire!"
Beethoven couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you talking about the general or Hercules?"
The big soldiers were all stunned: "What is the sea?"
Beethoven: "Hercules, the Hercules in Greek mythology, helped Prometheus and stole the Golden Fleece with Jason."
The soldiers all showed expressions of admiration. After all, Beethoven told a novel story that they had never heard in the tavern.
The sergeant praised: "As expected of a man of culture, he talks about things we don't know."
Another soldier asked curiously: "You...you have an accent in French. Aren't you French?"
Beethoven: "Yes, I am German."
The French soldiers looked at each other, and a sergeant asked: "Then why are you with us? Our enemies are Prussia and Austria. They are both Germans, aren't they?"
Beethoven was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this problem. After all, nationalism was still a new thing at this time, and not everyone had it.
France is the birthplace of Enlightenment thought and also experienced the Great Revolution, so even the most grassroots soldiers have a sense of nation and a sense of belonging to their motherland.
For the German Beethoven, such an idea had not yet formed.
What's more, Germany is now in a state of fragmentation. Austria and Prussia are just vassal states on that land and cannot represent the entire German nation.
Beethoven thought about this question seriously and fell into deep thought.
The French soldiers looked at each other in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"Did we say something bad?"
"Tell you to stop talking so much!"
At this time, Beethoven suddenly woke up from his meditation. He waved his hands and said, "I'm fine. It doesn't matter. I just suddenly had a new understanding. By the way, everyone is resting now. How about I play some music for you?"
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"Okay, okay!" Everyone nodded.
Although they are all rough guys, Paris is the cultural center of Europe, and there are often musicians playing music on the streets, so even rough guys have a certain ability to perceive music.
Beethoven took out a flute and said with a smile: "This flute is a portable instrument recommended to me by General Frost. He said that it is easy to carry and has beautiful sound. He also said that this is his favorite instrument.
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After speaking, Beethoven brought the flute to his mouth, and the melodious melody floated into the sky.
The soldiers fell silent.
The music played by Beethoven was his improvisation and there was no score at all.
Of course, even a music saint cannot produce a masterpiece all at once. This melody is just a patchwork of some basic melodies.
But everyone still listened with great rapture.
Suddenly, the sergeant platoon leader said: "That's great. If I die in the next battle, I hope you will play me a song in front of my grave."
Others nodded: "Me too!"
"Play me a song too!"
Beethoven nodded solemnly: "If I were still alive at that time, I would! Don't die easily!"