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Chapter 176 The Destruction of the Empire

Meowington grabbed the brim of his hat with one hand, staring intently at the movement of the battlefield, his lips moved slightly.

At present, the situation of the enemy and us on the battlefield is not very clear. Fortunately, Ney's attack this time seems to be carried out by the cavalry alone, and no infantry cooperation has been found.

This made him secretly heave a sigh of relief.

"General Lambert requests additional personnel!" The adjutant behind him shouted.

Meowington didn't turn his head back, and kept grabbing the brim of his hat, and replied loudly: "I can only extend my best wishes to General Lambert!"

Good guy, really give General Lambert all support except help?

It is estimated that General Lambert will have to greet Duke Meowington's family sisters on the battlefield now.

At [-] o'clock in the afternoon, the French Marshal Ney finally led the remnant troops to retreat, and the French army captured the La Haiye Sainte Farm, which was heavily defended by the British army.This is a strategic location, and both sides in the battle firmly believe that whoever controls the farm will win the ultimate victory.

In the rear of the French position, Napoleon learned the good news through the report of his adjutant. He happily said to Marshal Soult: "Soulte, write a letter to Paris immediately and tell them... look at what time it is now." gone?"

At this point, Napoleon realized that he didn't even know what time it was.

Marshal Soult took out his pocket watch, checked it carefully and replied, "About six o'clock, Your Majesty."

The wind howled, brought up bursts of dust, and even blew Napoleon's hat to the ground.Putting his hands in front of his face, he said loudly, "Tell them we broke Mewrington's troops at six o'clock, Meow!"

"And," he added, "we won the battle, no, tell them we won the war meow!"

On the other side of the British army's position, the adjutant of the Duke of Meowington also saw the battle situation there through a telescope. He reported with a little sadness: "Your Excellency! The French army has captured the La Haiye Sainte farm. Rise meow!"

The Duke of Meowington lowered his cat paw trembling slightly, his lips muttered twice, but he didn't say anything.

"The farm has fallen, Your Excellency, we can't stop them." The adjutant reminded that even if he knew that the Duke of Meowington was in a bad mood, he still had to report. After all, he still needed to decide whether to continue fighting or retreat. , Just between the coach's thoughts.

Meowington's sea-blue eyes were full of melancholy, and he said to a general beside him wearing a tall bearskin hat: "It seems, Ebridge, we are losing this battle."

Ebridge was silent, he didn't know what to say to comfort his marshal.After a while, Meowington murmured and sighed to the sky again, and seemed to be praying: "God, please give me another night...or give me Blücher..."

Catherine not far away asked in a low voice: "Are you going to retreat? Could it be... the timeline has changed?"

"No." Louis squeezed Catherine's fragrant shoulders firmly: "Don't worry, it's not over yet."

On the French position, Napoleon looked at the battlefield in the distance, and began to fight between heaven and man in his heart.

[Now, we only need to let the Old Guard advance, and then we can go straight to Brussels, meow. 】

After some hesitation, he finally made up his mind and ordered the Old Guard to prepare for battle.

The Old Guard Army is the most elite force in the entire Meow Lanxi. Most of its members are composed of elite soldiers who have participated in at least 20 large-scale battles, served in the army for at least 1.8 years, and have an average height of [-] meters [-]. They The uniforms are gorgeous, the weapons are excellent, and the rows of soldiers are all powerful and heroic. Among them, the veteran company is full of soldiers with missing arms and legs, and some of them are even cut like zebras by bayonets.

This troop has extremely high morale and organization. In the long-term high-intensity training and the experience of getting out of many actual combats, they have cultivated the spirit of "never admit defeat". Their never-surrendering momentum is like charging The momentum of "Long live the emperor" shouted from time to time is as grand.

The first troops carried an ornate banner embroidered with the places where they had fought: Marengo, Ulm, Austerlitz, Jena, Eylau, Friedland, Essling , Wagram, Smolensk, Moskva, Vienna, Berlin, Madrid and Moscow.

This is not only their glory, but the battle after battle has also achieved their great reputation.

Napoleon wanted to follow the Old Guard, but under the strong petition of the generals, he had to retreat.

At this time, the Duke of Meowington was washing his face, and after repeated urging by Ebridge, he finally made a decision.

"I'm giving up my left wing."

"Your Excellency?" Ebridge asked in disbelief.

"I want all the rest of you to come here, here!" Meowington ordered firmly, the hair on his face trembling with the movement.

After finishing speaking, he leaned down again to scoop up a handful of water, put it on his face, and then got up and ordered: "Let them come here! Every brigade, every battalion, every soldier, give me a hand!" Come here!"

After finishing speaking, he patted Ebridge's arm: "Go, assign every cannon to them."

"Yes!" Ebridge turned and ran to deliver the order.

After he left, Meowington was wiping his face with a towel, and a general wearing a bearskin hat rode up behind him. There was a not-so-thick gauze wrapped around his right hand. It should be a small injury to the cat's paw. .

"My staff has been reduced by [-]%! Meowlington!" He shouted angrily, and when he saw Meowlington turned his head back, he softened his tone: "But they are still holding on!"

"If Marshal Blücher doesn't come, they will break every bone in my body!" Meowington handed the towel to the people around him, making a cold joke.

"The general also knew that he couldn't push the coach into a hurry, so he quickly stretched out his cat's paw, and after spreading it out, there were a few bunches of edamame inside: "Very delicious beans, Meowlington. "

"If I don't know anything about any field in this world, it must be farming." He took the two beans and replied nonchalantly.

At this time, the British army suddenly became restless.

"What's wrong? What are you panicking about?" Meowington asked, frowning.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, listen!" Lawrence reminded nervously.

He listened attentively, and the beans in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"It's the Old Guards! The Old Guards!" There were soldiers who had fought against the Old Guards in the army. Their courage was lost almost instantly, and they began to whisper to each other. The uneasy atmosphere spread rapidly in the army. .

No one thinks that their team can compete with the Old Guard head-on, unless a miracle happens.

Not far away, the stern old Guards were marching towards the British position of Mont Saint-Jean accompanied by their exclusive march "Victory Belongs to Us".

Meowington cursed impatiently in a low voice: "Marshal Blücher, where the hell are you..."

Just when he bared his teeth anxiously, a black army suddenly appeared in the woods far from the battlefield.

"Look over there! Your Excellency!" Louis knew that Blucher should have appeared at this time. In order to save Meowington's mentality, he patted the latter on the shoulder and pointed to the distant woods to remind him.

Passed him a telescope by the way.

This time the distance was close, and Meowlington was finally able to see the opponent's clothes clearly.

"It's black...it's black! Oh my God, it's Marshal Blücher! I love him to death!" Meowington shouted excitedly: "Everyone cheer up, our reinforcements are here! Blücher The marshal has arrived with his troops!"

The originally gloomy atmosphere in the army was also swept away at this moment. Can a miracle come to compete with the old guard?Look, isn't this the fucking miracle?

Contrary to the jubilation of the British army's position, the French army's position was dead silent.

A galloping horse came galloping and reported loudly: "Your Majesty! The Prussians are in the woods! Blücher has appeared in the woods!"

Napoleon was stunned for a moment, and said to himself painfully: "I made a mistake before, I should have burned Berlin!"

Walking back to the tent, he sat tiredly on the chair and murmured: "Well, well, we still have hope, as long as Grouchy launches an attack, everything will be fine..."

"My lord..." Soult stammered, "Grushy, Grouchy..."

Napoleon raised his eyes to look at Sirte, but found that the latter opened his mouth and could not speak a word.

"Grushy said he couldn't lead the troops over here, and there was no time at all." General Duvale added quickly.

Napoleon was a little dazed, stretched out his hand tremblingly, took off the hat on his head, and said in a low voice: "Stay here for those who are named, Soult, Duvaler, Drouot, and Cambronne." .”

When everyone left the tent one after another, Napoleon suddenly broke out and shouted loudly: "That is my order! It is an order for Grouchy to come to support! What is he! He is so bold that even I Dare to resist the order?"

"It turns out that the situation has reached this point, and the entire command system is fooling me! All these generals can be regarded as monkeys at best, vicious rotten fish and rotten shrimp with no value!"

"Your Majesty, I can't bear that these soldiers are fighting bloody for you..." General Duvale spoke at a speed comparable to that of a player who would sing the Allegro of Nico in the future, speaking quickly and clearly.

"It's just a bunch of rotten fish and rotten shrimp! Rebels and dog scum!" Napoleon growled.

"My lord, what you said is too serious!"

"These are not generals, they endanger the entire Lanxi nation, I'm so mad!"

Napoleon slammed the glove on the table.

"The reason why they call themselves generals and marshals is that they spent enough years in the military academy, holding the blade, and just learned how to eat and fat! For many years, you have only been dragging me Meow on the hind legs!"

This is not wrong. Don't talk about others, just talk about Ney, how many times he has been with the wind and waves.

Now Ney not only did not obey Napoleon's order to go to La Haiye Sainte Farm to expand the results of the battle, but instead took eight guard battalions to attack the British army where Meowington was located.

Compared with this, the Water Renbo Highland is considered a white lotus.

"800 years earlier, I should have picked out these rebels and killed them one by one! Just like Justinian!"

Indeed, Justinian is so ruthless, such a big and ever-victorious general Belisarius can be chopped as soon as he says it, which is like Liu Yilong's chopping Tan Daoji.

After roaring here, Napoleon was also tired. He sat down his exhausted body, beat his chest, and said in a low voice: "What a talent I rely on. I have always relied on myself, but I have dominated the entire European territory meow... "

Not to mention Napoleon who was still furious in the command post, Blücher's troops at the edge of the woods had already come out and formed a neat queue.

As far as Blücher is concerned, other advantages are not obvious, but one thing stands out very much.

That is how the hell this person can always appear in a very correct position at the critical moment.

"Hold high the black flag, children! No mercy! No prisoners!" The black cat Blücher's face was determined, and his pale beard was beating as he spoke: "I will shoot anyone who shows mercy to the enemy!"

He took off his hat and ordered loudly, "Forward!"

Accompanied by rhythmic drums and marches, the Prussian army marched forward quickly.

When approaching the French army, Blücher knew that Meowrington would not last long. He took off his hat and threw it on the ground, shouting loudly: "Charge! Charge! My children!"

The Prussian Skull Cavalry received the order and began to charge at full speed at full speed, like a sharp knife, piercing straight towards the flank of the Old Guard.

Meowington also saw the galloping Prussian cavalry. He excitedly shouted to the soldiers hiding in the grass on the hillside: "It's now! Stand up! Get ready to fight!"

The rain of bullets from the side caught the old guard by surprise.But they are the old guard after all, and they are still marching forward with firm steps.

"It's Grouchy! They're coming!" Hearing the sound of the cavalry's hooves, someone shouted excitedly.

Immediately someone shouted: "No, it's Blücher! It's over! The Prussians are coming!"

The Old Guards began to hesitate, and the fierce artillery fire began to hit them head-on. Coupled with the charge of the Prussian cavalry, even the Iron Army could not withstand such a pincer attack, and they gradually began to show signs of breaking up.

Ney shouted angrily: "Have I reached the point of fighting alone! Charge with me! Are you still French! Stand with me!"

"The Prussians are coming! Your Excellency!" shouted a Guards soldier.

The battlefield was so noisy that few people noticed Ney's movements. Prussian cavalrymen on tall horses and wearing high military caps embroidered with skulls kept charging through the crowd. Coupled with the artillery support of the British army, the Old Guards It has been washed away so that it cannot be scattered again.

Ney pulled a soldier and shouted loudly: "Don't you know me? I am Ney! The marshal of Meow Lanxi! Hold on for another hour, and we will defeat them! Are you still the Guards? !"

The last sentence completely recalled the glory of the Old Guard, and they began to gather around Ney to fight against the two-sided attack of the Prussians and the British army.

On the French position, someone shouted loudly: "The Old Guard has been defeated!"

Napoleon turned his head in disbelief, no matter what he could not have imagined that the Old Guard Army, which he had always placed high hopes on, would fail one day.

He sat on the ground slumped, his eyes gradually turned firm.

Napoleon drew out the saber at his waist, and walked forward with a resolute expression.

"What are you going to do, my lord!" Surte turned pale with fright, and hurried over to ask.

"I want to be with my Guards!" replied Napoleon.

Soult hurriedly asked the generals to disarm Napoleon and carried him back regardless of his struggle.

"Let go of me! I am the emperor of the Meow Lanxi Empire! I should be with my soldiers! If I have to die, I will die on the battlefield, with my soldiers! Let me go!" He vainly Struggling, but the generals beside him did not let him go.

In this way, Napoleon was carried away from the battlefield by the generals.

On the slopes of Mount Saint-Jean, seeing that the overall situation has been settled, Meowington, who was relieved, smiled and joked to Ebridge next to him: "Ebridge, if I have seen 3 I would have been scared to death if I had been running together."

"Let the whole front advance!" he ordered.

"In which direction, Your Excellency the Duke?" Ebridge asked foolishly.

Meowington glanced at Ebridge with a look of a fool, and pointed at the back of the British soldiers charging ahead with a smile: "Of course it's going straight forward, without a doubt."

The atmosphere of joy is contagious, and the entire British military senior management is filled with warm smiles.

Standing behind them were the four of Louis. Catherine looked in a good mood now, perhaps because of winning, or perhaps because she had adapted to the cruel battlefield.

She looked at Louis: "The war is about to end. I really didn't expect the Prussians to come so timely. You know, I thought we were going to lose just now..."

"The battlefield is changing rapidly, and until the last moment, no one knows which side will win the final victory." Louis put his arms around her shoulders and looked down at Chromie: "This is the end of it, right?"

"It's the last step." Chromie replied in a low voice.

The battle on the battlefield was gradually coming to an end, and the roar of artillery fire drove the remaining French soldiers together.

"Form a phalanx and defend it!" Ney ordered loudly in the center, and the old guards also obeyed the command, and the last two hundred people formed the last hollow phalanx.

People kept falling to the ground under the guns of the British army. Gradually, the Old Guards used up the last bit of ammunition.

The adjutant on the horse looked at the tragic scene in front of him, and said in a low voice, "We are massacring, Your Excellency the Duke."

"I pray to God..." Meowington looked at the front sadly: "—this is the last battle I command..."

The British cavalry gathered from all directions and surrounded the Old Guards like an iron barrel.After everything was ready, the adjutant just now held a white flag, rode his horse slowly to the front of the French army, and shouted loudly: "Brave Frenchman! You have done what you can do as much as you can, my lord, Meow Ling The Duke of Ton begged you to save your lives, do you agree to surrender?"

The soldiers of the Old Guards were all wounded and wounded. They were exhausted from the long battle. Some even leaned their rifles on the ground to barely support their bodies. Some supported each other with their comrades, but no one Showing weak expressions, they looked at the adjutant who persuaded him to surrender resolutely, without showing any weakness.

Afterwards, the remnant soldiers broke out into loud shouts.

"The Old Guard would rather die than surrender!"

Catherine's hand holding Louis' arm suddenly tightened, and when Louis turned around, he saw her nervous pretty face.

"Oh, no—" She wanted to stop Meowington, but she put down her hand dejectedly.

The predestined ending cannot be changed.

Miao Lingdun was stunned for a moment, raised her hand, hesitated again, and waved forward.

The cavalry who had been ordered dispersed, revealing a cannon full of shotgun aimed at the French phalanx.

"Fire!"

All the cannon fires were deafening, and thick gunpowder smoke enveloped the place where the French army had assembled.When the gunpowder smoke cleared, no one could stand there anymore, and they all fell into a pool of blood.

The sound of the system also sounded in Louis' ears.

"*mission completed……"

Louis was startled, why don't I remember that I took the mission?

(End of this chapter)