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Since Mikolo escaped from control and could not track her whereabouts for a while, Louis decided to stay here for a while to ensure that the Battle of Waterloo could proceed in the correct historical direction.

Meow Lington's treatment of several saviors was also good. He was fed Marshal Xiaozao and lived in a separate large tent with general-level treatment. Meow Lington even planned to equip him with a few orderlies, but he was

Louis refused.

Just kidding, we have a dragon maid, how can we let a few furry big-headed soldiers serve us?

Besides, it's not convenient to have a girl in the tent, isn't it?

Many people may have a misunderstanding, thinking that a general must share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers in order to win the battle. In fact, this is not the case. In the era of line infantry, there was not so much emphasis on it.

It should be said that the way soldiers are trained is different from modern times. In this era, all the soldiers need to fear is the whip in the hands of the commander more than the gun. The treatment of the big-headed soldiers is not much better than that of animals.

There is also a cool knowledge that laymen don’t know much about. The reason why it is cool is because it is not so cold. In fact, guns in this era are not that accurate. If two people shoot at each other from a hundred meters apart, regardless of the European Union,

In the emperor's case, two line infantrymen who had only received ordinary training seemed to be able to shoot at each other from noon to dinner.

Of course, this is just an exaggeration. In fact, the accuracy of shooting can be seen from the training methods-in the 1792 Infantry Mobility and Training Regulations, it is generally only required that the big soldiers can point their guns in the direction of the enemy.

The bullets of muskets are like Indian missiles. After being fired, they undergo Brownian motion in mid-air.

So some people say that those who line up to be shot are ***, why not lie down and fight? Just treat this kind of person as a ***. This tactic was the optimal solution at that time. It is not advisable to hunt for a sword by carving a boat, and you cannot use a rifle.

The age of guns with fixed ammunition comes to the age of muskets. It's like asking the overlords in the Spring and Autumn Period why they didn't dig trenches to deal with the invincible tanks.

Isn’t this pure cerebral palsy?

At that time, every country had its own unique tricks. For example, the British liked to fire several rounds of volleys to get to the closest distance, and one volley fired to destroy the opponent's morale; while the Prussian army was better at loading, and their loading speed

Soon, this put a lot of pressure on Tsarist Russia. Finally, the famous Tsarist Russian general Suvorov came up with an impossible solution-to fire a volley of gunfire and charge directly with a bayonet Ula from 300 meters away!

Whether this trick works against others is another matter, but it does work well against Prussia, which has a fast reloading speed.

From then on, Suvorov always said to everyone he met that bullets are stupid and bayonets are heroes.

If you take off your followers and downvote them, it’s a yes.

Of course, the topic is a bit far-fetched, but in short, specialization is a common thing in this era.

Louis had neither interest nor opportunity to enjoy the rations for ordinary British soldiers. Marshal Xiao Zao on the battlefield was infinitely better than the big-headed soldiers.

It rained heavily all night last night, and it didn't stop until after dawn. There are not many roads these days. After heavy rain, the roads will always be muddy, and every big soldier has at least two or three pounds of dirt on the soles of his boots.

sludge.

This is not the most disturbing thing. The damp and cold morning is even more uncomfortable. Many soldiers' clothes are even wet and stuck to their bodies. Think about it, it is already uncomfortable to be wet all over.

Not to mention cats covered in fur, every cat soldier grinned and shook restlessly, trying to get rid of the moisture on his body.

Fortunately, Meowlington had already led his troops to the preset destination, and it was not too uncomfortable when the troops camped to rest. However, there was heavy frost and dew on the mountain, and the humid environment overnight still caused some soldiers to catch colds.

symptoms.

I don’t know how the British troops in the original world assembled in the morning, but what prompted the British troops in this world to get up in the morning was the melodious sound of bagpipes.

Louis also got up early. Marshal Xiaozao was pretty good and had everything he wanted, including rare items like baguettes.

You are at war with French cats, my marshal!

After eating, Louis planned to take a walk in the military camp to digest the accumulated food. Smoke was everywhere in the military camp, and many big-headed cat soldiers were surrounding him.

Sitting together and enjoying this rare comfort.

Louis walked to the side of the soldiers surrounding the campfire and looked down to see a small tabby cat holding a piece of fried fish and a piece of bread in his hand, licking his lips and staring straight at this rare delicacy.

It's cod, the favorite food of the British in this era, and they never get tired of it.

There are also a lot of side dishes, including a small pile of fried onions and a vegetable and meat stew, which is a rare delicacy in this morning when the rain has just stopped.

Fried onions were the supreme delicacy among the military in this era. The French army in particular even compiled an onion song to praise this delicacy, claiming that fried onions increased their combat power - and also made a reference to Austria and dogs.

No fried onions are allowed.

As a result, the emperor turned around and married the daughter of the Austrian emperor. It can be said that it was a stab in the back from his superiors.

Somewhat ironically, through this marriage, Napoleon became the great-niece of Louis the Headless and Marie Antoinette.

Originally, we would not eat such a sumptuous meal in the morning, but since the general attack was about to be launched soon, Duke Meowlington ordered the soldiers to have a full meal and try to eat something good.

A delicious and hearty meal can significantly improve the morale of the troops, especially after a cold and wet rain. There is a campfire to roast, a hearty meal - and most importantly, a steaming soup to warm the body.

The little cat first made soup with vegetables and meat and fried onions and gave away the large piece of bread. Then he put the grilled fish into the lunch box that originally contained the soup, and tasted this rare delicacy bit by bit.

——He was not anxious at all. The warm bonfire made him very comfortable, and he was willing to get up.

After finishing the grilled fish, he licked the cat's paw, took the hot water bottle from the campfire, and poured two-thirds of the boiling water into the lunch box.

The cat's mouth is very afraid of being burned, and the little cat is not in a hurry to drink hot water. Since the campfire can only warm the limbs and face, but cannot warm the nest's belly, so he closed the lid of the lunch box and held it in his arms, eyebrows and whiskers

Stretching slowly, showing a very satisfied and lazy expression.

After the water in the lunch box cooled down a little, he opened the lunch box carefully, first solemnly sucked up the oily flowers on the top layer in a circle, and then sipped it with the look of having successfully reached the other side.

After swallowing the warm water, his throat rolled and he made a sound like "ha". Just by listening to the sound, you can know the mood of the owner of the sound.

Louis was so hungry.

We had known for a long time that there was such a weirdo in the army who was the personal advisor of His Excellency Marshal Meowlington, so there was nothing to make a fuss about. Everyone should eat and drink. When they were full, they gathered around the campfire and continued to warm themselves up.

In this scene, the British army was on the defensive, waiting for the French army to attack them.

The senior officers were all meeting in Meowlington's handsome tent. Duke Meowlington was in a very optimistic mood. After all, he had already contacted Blucher, the commander-in-chief of Prudential Meow, who assured that he would lead the entire army in the early morning of the 18th.

to support the British army in their operations.

To use the original words of Blücher's letter mentioned by Meowlington, it was to stab Napoleon hard in the waist.

All parties in the coalition basically agree that if the French army does not launch an attack on the 18th, then the coalition will attack the French army on the 19th.

Good guy, if the mountain doesn’t come, it’s a big deal. If the mountain doesn’t come, it’s a big deal.

But Duke Meowlington preferred that the French attack first. As a master of anti-slope tactics, Meowlington's position was carefully selected. It extends along a low and gentle mountain ridge and is about 4,000 yards long. It is about 4,000 yards away from the center of the position.

Three hundred yards directly ahead was a manor house, the buildings hastily fortified as outposts, and the combined forces of several nations intermingled cautiously with the British along the entire front.

The vital right wing was handed over to Cook's 1st Division, which consisted of four infantry battalions of the British Guards. The cavalry brigades served as central reserves and were deployed between the front line and Mont Saint-Jean, together with two British

The cavalry brigade formed the top of the left wing because the terrain there was relatively flat.

Most of the artillery units occupied a position on the top of the mountain to the west of the highway. From here they could straf the slopes in front. The artillery troops, according to Meowlington's instructions, ignored the enemy artillery and concentrated their artillery fire on them.

Enemy infantry and cavalry fire at close range.

Louis didn't know much about war, but Chromie very wisely made him a map like playing Total War. From his perspective, Meowlington had already deployed a fairly safe pocket, just waiting for Napoleon.

The troops rushed up and went down the mountain to collect corn.

Chromie also very thoughtfully marked the ranges of various artillery fires and the ranges of infantry. It really looked like playing a game.

It's a pity that this is not a game, but a real war in which countless people risk their lives and wealth, and shed their blood.

What is not difficult to understand from the map is that everything has been deployed properly, just waiting for Napoleon to get into his pocket.

Different from the British army, Napoleon's troops were out of touch with the transport team and had long been out of rice. At around nine o'clock, Napoleon ordered the troops to finish their attack preparations after having breakfast. Although this intention was good, it was also a clever act.

It was difficult to cook without rice, so the French army could only scrape together the remaining supplies and ate a not-so-satisfying meal.

If Napoleon were Cao Cao, he would probably have to use the support staff.

He is very optimistic. After all, as a famous and all-powerful commander, he rarely suffers defeat in his life. Even the previous defeat at Leipzig was just "a crime of non-war" in his opinion.

After all, he was the one who chased the coalition forces and a string of kings and emperors all over the place in the beginning.

"Our chance of victory is at least 90%, and the possibility of failure is only 10%." Napoleon confidently said to the generals who were dining with him.

But this self-confidence has not infected others, especially Surte, Neyin and others who have fought against Meowlington on the Imberia Peninsula. They are not optimistic about the current situation.

The French army basically has no morale now. They have the right time and place. Napoleon only has one person and he is pulled up purely by his personal charm.

"It's hard to say," Prince Jérôme whispered.

"What did you say?" Napoleon heard these little words this time, and he looked sharply at his brother.

Prince Jerome curled his lips and gave a very important piece of information: "One of my waiters overheard some gossip among the British officers while having lunch at the King of Spain tavern in Guinape.

The Prussians are starting from Wavre..."

Napoleon threw the baguette in his hand on the table with his backhand. He stood up and denied loudly: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"The Prussians have been driven away by Grouchy. It will take at least two days for them to arrive here for support. Even if they come back, we still have Grouchy! As long as Grouchy launches an attack, everything will be fine..."

"It's hard to say." Jérôme once again disagreed with his brother.

Napoleon was anxious. He looked around, took out the command knife from an attendant, and shouted loudly: "You beast, I will kill you...kill you!"

It's a pity that Nei Yin, who is very skilled in martial arts, disarmed you (physically) and took away the command knife.

Seeing the bad opportunity, Jérôme ran away in a pee and disappeared...

"Your Majesty, calm down!" Nei Yin stuffed the command knife back into the attendant's scabbard. Napoleon actually regretted it when he took out the knife. When he saw a step down, he took a deep breath and sat on a chair to continue chatting about the possibility of a battle.

direction.

Generally speaking, under the influence of Napoleon, everyone was quite optimistic. After all, His Majesty the Emperor's command knife may not have very long eyes. If he was not stabbed to death by the British bayonet, but was cut down by the Emperor first, it would be more of a loss than the gain.

At ten o'clock in the morning, after Napoleon checked with the commanders of each army, the commanders returned to their troops. At eleven o'clock, Napoleon issued the final combat order to the army commanders, and waited until around one o'clock in the afternoon for the whole army to prepare for battle.

When the sequence is ready, the emperor will immediately order Marshal Neyin to launch an attack and seize the village of Mount Saint-Jean at the intersection.

Moreover, Napoleon issued a death order that all artillery in the army must be used intensively to cover the attack launched by Marshal Neyin.

Napoleon was so arrogant that he believed that he only needed to prepare artillery fire with his beloved twelve-pounder cannon, and then use his always invincible troops to rush towards Brussels.

After breaking through the center of Meowlington and destroying his army in one fell swoop, he could leisurely march forward for twelve miles and garrisoned in Brussels, surrounded by the Guards.

In order to match his self-confidence, the backpacks of the Old Guardsmen had already been filled with uniforms for the military parade.

It’s a bit like Shevchenko’s behavior.

What do you mean by popping champagne at halftime (tactical retreat)?

At this time, the reconnaissance troops sent by the Duke of Meowlington also detected the movements of the French army. He dispersed the troops at the top of Mont Saint-Jean, and Lao Li alone looked out and observed the movements of the French army with a telescope.

At 11:30 in the morning, the world-famous Battle of Waterloo officially began.