I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

"Prussians, definitely Prussians." Napoleon came to a conclusion after comprehensive consideration. When he noticed the general on the side raising his telescope, he stopped him and said: "No need, don't look, they must be Prussians. Grouchy doesn't

He may appear in that place at this time, I know him."

"Right now, they are still far away. As far as what you and I care about, they still have to go to Warsaw. Do you understand?"

Soult reluctantly put down the telescope, and finally nodded helplessly: "Understood, Your Majesty."

"Meowlington is fighting in a new way. His butt is sitting very firmly... We have to drive him down, Meow." Napoleon turned back to the map, looked around, and said slowly: "I need Grouchy to break through the mountain now.

That village at our feet, so we can win."

No one answered him, and no one knew where Grouchy was now.

Napoleon waited for a long time but did not receive an answer. An indescribable annoyance surged into his heart. He dropped the pen in his hand and shouted loudly: "Where is Grouchy! I need his army, where is Grouchy! God!"

Ah, why do I have to do everything personally?"

An indescribable fire surged into his heart, coupled with the pain in his anus area, Napoleon's legs weakened and he fell to the ground.

This frightened the surrounding generals. They rushed forward to support Napoleon and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, are you injured?"

Napoleon's doctor knew what was going on. He advised in a low voice: "Your Majesty, as your doctor, I advise you to leave the battlefield. You must lie down..."

After walking a few steps with support, Napoleon saw the soldiers looking at him with concern. He knew that as the emperor and the soul of the soldiers, he could not show the slightest weakness, so he pushed away the people who were supporting him.

Staggeringly, Napoleon stood still, although the pain was still excruciating, but with the support of his willpower, Napoleon still stood firmly in front of the Old Guards.

You still have to rest when you need it. I slept on the camp bed for two hours yesterday, and even a strong-willed person couldn't bear it.

Duke Meowlington was also staring at the group of people of unknown origin. Eubridge on his left looked at it and said: "I think that is the blue cat from Grouchy's army. Your Excellency, that is it."

What we are afraid of, look, Grouchy is coming..."

"Damn, that could be the black color of Plumiao's army!" After Meowlington finished speaking, a cannonball whizzed past his head, and his head subconsciously followed the trajectory of the cannonball. Then he put it away.

He walked to a young officer at the back with his hands behind his back and took out the binoculars to take a look. The result was the same as before. He still couldn't tell whether the person's surname was Ying or French.

"Haiyin, you are younger and your eyes are better. Come and see what color it is."

With that said, Meowlington handed the telescope in his hand to Haiyin.

"Sorry, Sir, I can't see clearly either." Haiyin replied after looking at it carefully for a moment.

Meowlington did not get a definite answer. He paced back and forth impatiently with his hands behind his back, and finally ordered: "Lord Haiyin, go and ask General Lambert to retreat a hundred steps toward the slope."

….

"But your Excellency..."

"Follow your orders, sir!" Meowlington's tone left no room for doubt.

"Yes!" Lord Haiyin turned the horse's head.

The order was conveyed quickly. Meowlington sat on his tall horse and watched the soldiers retreat. Next to him, there was a burning tree.

The talkative Lawrence was retreating with the troops. He noticed the situation next to Meowlington and couldn't help but remind him: "Sir, what I need to say is that it is best not to get too close to the trees on rainy days...

"

"I understand what you mean, thank you." Meowlington accepted the soldier's opinion calmly: "I will adopt your outrageous opinion."

With that said, he raised his whip and slapped the horse on the buttocks, and went to inform Louis that they would also retreat with the army.

Just as the white horse under him took a few steps forward, a cannonball landed where he had been standing.

The scale of the evacuation of tens of thousands of people was very large and very conspicuous.

Even Marshal Neyin, who commanded the French cavalry in the distance, could see clearly.

"Meowlington has retreated!" he shouted excitedly, his expression like that of a student who was studying in a self-study class when his homeroom teacher answered the phone and hurried away.

Michelle Neyin, a purebred civet cat, is nicknamed the Warrior among Warriors. He is very strong, but like Wu Guanchao and Super Brother, his head is full of muscles.

Seeing the advantage, go ahead, go ahead and save, save, save, that's basically it.

He was behaving like he usually played games. He framed his cavalry and aimed directly at Meowlington's position before attacking.

In fact, Louis often did this when he played RTS games before, but unlike Nei Yin, when Louis clicked on the frame, there were usually dozens of Apocalypse tanks...

"Meowlington is retreating!" he repeated again: "Everyone, all, ready to attack Meowling!"

Single-celled organisms are like this, purely single-core and single-threaded. The excited Marshal Neiyin could only think about chasing the retreating Meowlington, and completely forgot about "should I ask the emperor for instructions?"

Don't miss the opportunity before it comes again, and rely on asking for instructions to fight? You can't even eat warm snow!

As long as you have a little brain, you won't have no brain at all.

"Everyone, come here!" Nei Yin was still very excited, and his beard was trembling with his movements. He raised his arms and shouted: "Follow me all! Trumpeter, blow the charge horn!"——

It didn't matter what Nei Yin did. The cavalry troops around him looked at him leading the charge, thinking that he had received some instructions from Napoleon, and they all followed him to join the battle.

Tens of thousands of cavalry went into battle together, galloping on the vast plains. The sun's rays shone on their breastplates and raised sabers, reflecting a dazzling and captivating light.

When the reconnaissance force informed Meowlington that the French cavalry was launching a charge, he immediately made a decision-to assemble on the other side of the mountain to form a hollow square formation and face Nei Yin to charge.

It should be said that defeating cavalry with infantry is not a fantasy. The infantry will be scared when they see the cavalry charging, but the cavalry will be even more scared when they see the infantry's shining bayonets, especially the horses under them, even if they have been trained for a long time.

It’s also hard to overcome the fear of shiny, sharp weapons…

Some people may say that blindfolding the horses won't solve this problem? Then the question is, blindfold you and let you run a hundred meters in an unfamiliar place?

All I can say is that romances are romances, and you just have to listen to the things in the artistic works for fun.

Meowlington took Louis and stood in the center of the middle phalanx. In order to be less conspicuous and based on the advice of the adjutant, he chose to get off the horse to avoid being the first to be shot.

As the French cavalry approached, the entire land gradually began to shake, and the rumbling sound sounded very oppressive. The soldiers in front of Louis rubbed their hands on their guns and swallowed hard, waiting to greet the French cavalry.

impact.

But it doesn't have much to do with them. The main reason is that the hollow square array on the outside suffers more.

Finally, Nei Yin's cavalry charged to the top of the slope. He thought that Meowlington was retreating, but what he saw was multiple hollow phalanxes like porcupines.

Modern cavalry is different from ancient cavalry. Modern systematic training has made their quality better than in ancient times. The queues are as neat as a wall, and like waves, they are rushing towards the British formation.

, the shiny breastplates of the cavalrymen were so dazzling that it was hard to open their eyes.

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What? I can’t leave for even a moment? What is he doing there!”

Napoleon pointed angrily in the direction of the inner cavalry and shouted hysterically: "How can the cavalry attack without infantry support? What's wrong with him!"

He never thought that Nei Yin, as the marshal of the first army, could actually make such a low-level mistake. He just let the cavalry attack alone, but he still attacked the infantry who were already in formation. This matter was done by Zhao Kuo and Ma Di.

It may not even be possible.

Smoke and dust were everywhere in front of the two armies. The smoke from the infantry's shooting was mixed with the dust brought up by the cavalry charge, plus the sound of guns and cannons, the roar of fighting, the cries of the wounded, and the neighing of horses.

The sound constitutes a real scene of hell on earth.

Louis admitted that he had watched many war movies, but no matter how real the movies were, they were just movies, and what was in front of him was a real battlefield...

He saw with his own eyes that a young white cat not far away was slashed on the neck artery by a French cavalry sword while loading ammunition. The little white cat fell to the ground, trying in vain to cover the gurgling water with his hands.

Blood's neck and both legs began to tremble weakly, and there was also a French cavalry cat whose leg was broken by a cannonball. He was being pressed on the grass by a dead horse, hugging his leg and wailing...

"Little deer, little deer..." Catherine repeated unconsciously, her eyes full of fear. Her hands tightly grasped Louis' clothes, hugged him tightly, and buried her face in his chest. She could not bear to look at her anymore.

A scene of hell.

Louis said nothing and gently stroked Catherine's blond hair with his hand, trying to calm her down.

This is not to blame for her timidity, even Louis himself can't stand it. I'm afraid no one except a born butcher can be calm in such a slaughterhouse.

Except for the silly older sister Kristraza, who was sitting aside chewing something.

It's a shame she was in the mood to eat it.

"Think of your wives, your sweethearts, your homes, think of England, soldiers, think of England!"

Louis followed the sound and saw that it was Lord Haiyin in the center of the phalanx. He was riding a horse, raising his command sword and shouting slogans, trying to cheer up the soldiers in the phalanx.

But his behavior was too eye-catching, and he was soon shot by the French army. A bullet hit his head. Lord Haiyin stretched out his cat paw to touch the gunshot wound on his head in disbelief.

He glanced at Duke Meowlington, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say, and finally fell to the ground helplessly, ending his young life.

Duke Meowlington moved his lips and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

With the death of Lord Haiyin, the phalanx he was in also began to collapse. The bagpiper in the center was still playing hard, trying to boost the morale of the brothers. Unfortunately, the French cavalry had already come up and killed the bagpiper with a knife.

on the back of the hand.

"F***ers! Come on! You fuckers!" Lawrence cursed when he saw the tragic death of the bagpiper, picked up the rifle in his hand and started shooting with the people around him.

The battlefield has long become chaotic. No one knows where their bullets hit, and no one knows when the cavalry in front of them will stop attacking. The cavalry also don’t know how long the enemy can hold out. Both sides have tried their best.

Waiting for the moment when the other party can no longer hold on.

"Louis..." Meowlington called softly without looking back.

"Well, Your Excellency." Louis did not stop stroking Catherine's hair.

"You said..." He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Can we win?"

"Believe in your soldiers." Louis did not give him a direct answer.

Just when Meowlington was about to say something, Jack, the calico cat in the phalanx, broke down and started to run out. The people around him immediately held him down, but Jack shouted: "Let me go! For God's sake

For my own sake, can't you let me out? Why?"

After struggling hard, he managed to break free from the obstruction of his companions. Holding the Bible in his hand, he rushed out of the square.

"Jack! Damn it, who's going to stop him?" Lawrence was anxious. This was a good boy from his neighbor's family. He wanted to break out of the square and kill him.

He was rescued, but he also knew the importance of discipline. It didn't matter if he left, the soldiers in the first row would definitely collapse following his actions.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Jack roared without looking back.

"Oh God, call someone to stop him. Where is he going?" Lawrence just wanted to run out and pull him back, but was held down by four or five companions.

Jack walked out of the square, looked at the French cavalry who were still charging, and shouted hysterically: "We are strangers, how can we kill each other! Why! Why! Why should we kill each other!"

"How could we! Why should we kill each other, nya!"

He collapsed and threw the rifle and hat in his hands to the ground, but on this battlefield, compared to the sound of cannons and gunfire, his voice was too small and insignificant.

No one cares about his opinion, and no one knows why they want to kill each other. Maybe Duke Meowlington knows, and Lord Haiyin also knows, but these big-headed soldiers really don't know why they are fighting.

Soon, he could no longer continue to torture the French cavalry in front of him who was also born as a cat. A knight wearing a shining breastplate galloped towards him, the saber in his hand was raised high, and he was chopped down with just one blow.

His young head.

The land was soaked with blood. He faced the direction of the phalanx. Lawrence could clearly see that the last thing burning in his cat eyes was unparalleled sadness.

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