Father Mavie

Chapter 265 Charge (please subscribe!!!)
At 2:45 in the morning, the border battlefield.

The army of the Kingdom of Frederick launched a fierce attack on the hillside. Although there are smooth plains on both sides of the hillside, if the defenders on the hillside are not captured, they may suffer a sneak attack from behind at any time. This is the most basic tactic. Tens of thousands of heroic cavalry are behind him, and no one can rest assured.

"They didn't charge."

Marshal Friedrich saw the scene on the hillside clearly through a telescope. There, Onufri and Raffle led the cavalry and fired wildly down the hill. Within 10 minutes of the battle, they almost emptied all the bullets they carried. , and the soldiers who have emptied their bullets will draw out their sabers and rush down the hillside bravely, fighting with the soldiers of Frederick Kingdom, or falling down on the way of charging.
They didn't have war horses under their crotches, but Marshal Friedrich saw the indomitable and sharp momentum from them.

Pope Doppler II stepped forward with a gilded scepter, as if about to cast a spell, but Field Marshal Friedrich stopped him.

"I must remind you, Marshal Friedrich, we don't have much time." Pope Doppler II said.

"It's an admirable army, they don't use magic, so I don't think it's fair to use magic."

Marshal Friedrich, who was born in a duke family, showed aristocratic temperament. He said in a calm voice: "This is a duel, His Majesty the Pope. Give me another 10 minutes, and I will definitely wipe them out."

10 people versus 1, such a disparity in strength, if magic is still used, speaking out will only ruin the reputation of the Friedrich family.

Yes, that’s right, reputation shouldn’t matter on the battlefield, only victory or defeat, but Marshal Friedrich doesn’t think this is a war. In his eyes, Onufri and Raffle, who guard the hillside and fight to the death, are more like The heroes of the kingdom who are fighting to the death, they try their best to stop the enemy and sacrifice their lives. This is a spirit worth advocating.

Marshal Friedrich believes that the soldiers under his command must learn and imitate this kind of bravery, and it is something to be proud of fighting this kind of opponent, and what a marshal does will also greatly affect the following Soldier.

If he chooses to use magic to quickly resolve the battle today, then when Frederick's kingdom encounters such a situation that needs to be defended, will the soldiers dedicate themselves to the kingdom with bravery like Onufri and Raffle?

Using magic today can certainly solve the battle quickly, but at the same time, it also kills the pride in the hearts of soldiers.

Field Marshal Friedrich grooming and training his soldiers.

This is a very good opportunity.

Among the soldiers who attacked the hillside, there was a private soldier. He was only 20 years old this year. He joined the army because he failed the third time to apply for the Academy of Fine Arts. As for the reason for joining the army.
It's simple, his mother died, his paintings sold poorly, he couldn't make any money, plus he read the newspaper every day, and the news published in the newspaper was all deliberately made by King Frederick William II. Propaganda's iron-blooded speech, over time.
The private signed up to join the army, and was transferred to Marshal Friedrich as soon as he joined the army. He took the train and rushed to the border.

In order to quickly train new recruits, Marshal Friedrich placed these new recruits into the veterans' squads, hoping to let them quickly grow into soldiers available to the empire through the battlefield.

Today is their first lesson, military spirit.

Marshal Friedrich will use Onufri and Raffle as textbooks to teach recruits that soldiers should have the spirit of fearing death.

empire!empire!
"Adolf!" An experienced corporal pushed the dazed private: "Wake up! It's our turn soon!"

The private named Adolf came back to his senses, glanced at the corporal beside him, and showed no expression of fear.

The soldiers attacking the hillside in front fell one after another, the enemies who resisted frantically, and the piercing wails abounded, but Adolf was not afraid at all, he was very calm, holding the gun, staring straight at the fighting ground. The enemy and our soldiers together drew a picture in their minds.

He wants to paint the scene in front of him, and then apply for the Academy of Fine Arts again. If there is a chance.

The military uniform on his body is really ugly. If I were to design it, it must be a handsome and practical military uniform. A man depends on the clothes and the horse depends on the saddle.

Why not use artillery? Adolf thought again, if artillery was used, the hillside would be flattened in no time, so why let the soldiers launch a meaningless charge?
Field Marshal Friedrich is such an idiot. It is the biggest mistake to let such a man command the army
Just as various thoughts kept flashing through Adolf's mind, the situation on the hillside changed.

Gunshots are no longer as dense as before.

The 15th and 19th Cavalry Regiments emptied all the bullets. They are cavalry and they don’t carry too much ammunition. Mobility is their greatest weapon. Is a flintlock musket that can only fire one shot useful?
The saber is essential.

Seeing that the gunfire was sparse and finally disappeared completely, Marshal Friedrich took a deep breath, knowing that the time for the final battle had come.

He waved his arms, and the reserve team howled and launched an attack, ready to mass the enemy on the mountain.

"it's time"

Onufri looked around. In the 20-minute offensive and defensive battle just now, they not only emptied their bullets, but also lost half of their companions. Their bodies fell in front of them. Hot blood flowed on the pitch-black ground, melting accumulated Snow.
Ammunition and food are exhausted.

"Everyone on the horse!!!"

Amid the loud shouts, the remaining Cossack cavalry pulled out the horses hidden behind the hillside, untied the reins of the extra horses, and slapped their buttocks hard, sending them back to their hometown, to the Don River covered with water and grass in spring Riverside, reunion with family.

Onufri grabbed the reins tightly, stood at the front of the hillside, looked at the enemy army coming down the hillside, exchanged glances with Raffle, yanked the reins, raised the front hoof of the maroon horse, and pointed the long knife at the enemy The army roared angrily: "For your family! For Your Highness Katerina! For Your Majesty Peter! For the glory of the kingdom! Charge!!!"

The neighing of horses, the roar of soldiers, the tremor of the earth
The last 5000 Cossack cavalry rushed out of the bunker, covered in blackness, surrounded by raging waves, and swept towards the endless enemy army. At this moment, even the dark clouds dissipated, and the bright moonlight shone on the earth.

They were greeted by pitch-black gun muzzles, gunfire mixed with gunpowder smoke, rows of rifles spat out tongues of fire, and dense bullets shot overwhelmingly at the cavalrymen who were rushing to kill them, and their companions fell, bleeding their cheeks and bodies. None of them can stop the speed of the charge, seeing this scene.
Adolf's eyes suddenly lit up.

Correct!
That's right!

This is the picture he has been looking for!

Give me a pen and I'll draw it. Where's the pen?

When Adolf came back to his senses, Onufri had already rushed in front of him, and the shining saber, under the moonlight, swung down with Onufri's ferocious face.
(End of this chapter)