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Meowlington held the brim of his hat with one hand, staring intently at the movements of the battlefield, his lips moving slightly.

The situation between the enemy and ourselves on the battlefield is currently unclear. Fortunately, Nei Yin's attack seems to have been carried out by the cavalry alone, and no cooperation from the infantry was found.

This made him secretly sigh with relief.

"General Lambert is requesting additional troops!" the adjutant behind him shouted loudly.

Meowling didn't even look back, and kept holding on to the brim of his hat, replying loudly: "I can only send my best wishes to General Lambert!"

Good guy, are you really going to give General Lambert all the support except help?

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

At six o'clock in the afternoon, French Marshal Neyin finally led the remaining troops to retreat, and the French army captured La Haye Sainte Farm, which was heavily defended by the British army. This was a strategically important location, and both sides of the battle firmly believed who controlled the farm.

Farm, whoever will win the final victory.

Behind the French position, Napoleon learned the good news through the report of his adjutant. He happily said to Marshal Soult: "Soult, write a letter to Paris immediately and tell them... Look what time it is now.

Already?"

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 roared, bringing up bursts of dust, and even blew Napoleon's hat to the ground. He put his hand in front of his face and said loudly: "Tell them, we defeated Meowlington's army at six points!"

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

On the other side of the British position, Duke Meowlington's adjutant also saw the battle there through his telescope. He reported with a touch of sadness: "Your Excellency! The French army has captured La Haye Sainte Farm, and the tricolor flag

It’s rising, meow!”

Duke Meowlington lowered his cat's paws slightly with trembling, licked his lips twice, and said nothing.

"The farm has fallen, Your Excellency, we can't stop them." The adjutant reminded that even if he knew that Duke Meowlington was in a bad mood, he would still report it. After all, he still needed to decide whether to continue fighting or retreat.

, just in the coach’s thought.

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

Ebridge remained silent. He didn't know what to say to comfort his marshal. After a while, Meowlington murmured to the sky and sighed, seeming to be praying: "God, please give me another night..."

...Or give me Blücher..."

Catherine, who was not far away, asked in a low voice: "Are we going to retreat? Has... the timeline changed?"

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

On the French army's position, Napoleon looked at the battlefield in the distance, and the battle between heaven and man began in his heart.

[Now, we just need to let the Old Guard advance, and then we can go straight to Brussels.]….

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

The Old Guard is the most elite force in the entire Miao Lanxi. Most of its members are composed of elite soldiers who have participated in at least twenty large-scale battles, served in the army for at least twenty years, and have an average height of 1.85 meters.

, their military uniforms are gorgeous, their weapons are sophisticated, and the rows of soldiers are all powerful and brave. Among them, the veteran company is full of soldiers with missing arms and legs. Some of them were even cut like zebras by bayonets.

Same.

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Gorgeous flags embroidered with the places where they fought: Marengo, Ulm, Austerlitz, Jena, Eylau, Friedland, Essling, Wagram, Smolensk

, Moscow River, Vienna, Berlin, Madrid and Moscow.

This is not only their glory, but these battles have also made them famous.

Napoleon wanted to follow the Old Guard, but was forced to retreat under the strong pressure of the generals.

At this time, Duke Meowlington was washing his face. After Ebridge's repeated urging, he finally made a decision.

"I'm giving up my left wing."

"Your Excellency?" Ebridge asked in disbelief.

"I want all the remaining people to come here, here!" Meowlington ordered firmly, the hair on his face trembling with the movement.

After saying that, he leaned down and took a handful of water, put it on his face and slurped it, then stood up and ordered: "Let them come here! Every brigade, every battalion, every soldier, come here."

Come here!」

After speaking, he patted Ebridge on the arm: "Go and allocate every cannon to them."

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

After he left, Meowlington was wiping his face with a towel. A general wearing a bearskin hat rode up behind him. There was a circle of not too thick gauze wrapped around his right hand. It should have been a small injury to the cat's claw.

.

"My men have been reduced by half! Meowlington!" He shouted angrily. Seeing Meowlington turning around, he softened his tone: "But they are still holding on!"

"If Marshal Blücher hasn't come, they will break every bone in my body!" Meowlington handed the towel to the person next to him and made a cold joke.

"The general also knew not to push the commander into a hurry. He quickly stretched out his cat's paw and unfolded it. There were several bunches of edamame inside: "Very delicious beans, Meowlington."

"If I know nothing about any field in the world, it would definitely be farming." He took the two beans and answered in a confused manner.

At this time, the British army suddenly became uneasy and commotion.

"What's wrong? Why are you panicking?" Meowlington asked with a frown.

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

He listened intently, and the beans in his hand fell to the ground.

"It's the Old Guard! The Old Guard!" There were soldiers in the army who had fought against the Old Guard. Their courage dropped almost instantly, and they started whispering to each other. The uneasy atmosphere quickly spread in the army.

.

No one thought that their team could compete head-on with the Old Guard, unless a miracle happened.

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

Meowlington cursed in a low voice with some impatience: "Marshal Blücher, where the hell are you..."

Just as he bared his teeth in anxiety, a black troop suddenly appeared in the woods far away from the battlefield.

"Look over there! Your Excellency!" Louis knew that Blücher should appear at this time. In order to save Meowlington's mentality, he patted the latter on the shoulder and pointed to the woods in the distance as a reminder.

By the way, he handed him a telescope.

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

"It's black...it's black! Oh my god, it's Marshal Blücher! I love him so much!" Meowlington shouted excitedly: "Cheer up, our reinforcements are coming! Blücher

The marshal is here with his troops!"

The originally gloomy atmosphere in the army was also swept away at this moment. Will a miracle happen to be able to compete with the Old Guard? Look, isn't a miracle coming?

Contrary to the joy of the British army's position, there was a dead silence on the French army's position.

A galloping horse came galloping and announced 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 used to

I made a mistake, I should have burned down Berlin!"

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

"My Majesty..." Surt stammered: "Grouchi, Grouchi..."

Napoleon raised his eyes to look at Soult, only to find that the latter had his mouth open and could not speak a word.

"Grouchy said that he could not lead his troops here because there was not enough time." General Duvalier added quickly.

Napoleon was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand tremblingly, took off the hat on his head, and said in a low voice: "Stay here if you are named, Soult, Duvalier, Drouot, and Cambronne

.”

When everyone left the tent one after another, Napoleon suddenly exploded and shouted loudly: "That was my order! It was an order given to Grouchy to come to support! Who is he? He is so bold, even I

Do you dare to resist my orders?"

"It turns out that the situation has reached this point. The entire command system is deceiving me! All these generals when put together are just monkeys at best. They are vicious stinky fish and shrimps with no value in existence!"

"Your Majesty, I cannot tolerate the fact that these are soldiers who have sacrificed their lives for you..." General Duvalier spoke at a speed that was comparable to that of a player singing Nico Allegro in the future. His speech speed was fast and his words were clear...

"Just a bunch of stinky fish and rotten shrimps! Rebels and scum!" Napoleon roared in filial piety.

"My Majesty, what you say is too serious!"

"These are not generals at all. They are endangering the entire Miaolanxi nation. I am so angry!"

Napoleon suddenly threw his glove on the table.

"The reason why they call themselves generals and marshals is because they spent enough years in the military academy, held the blade, and learned how to eat well! For so many years, you have only been dragging me along.

Meow’s hind legs!”

That's true. Let's not talk about others, just talk about one concubine. How many times have we gone with the wind?

Instead of following Napoleon's orders to expand the victory at La Haye Sainte Farm, Neyin now led eight battalions of the Guards to launch an attack on the British army's main line where Meowlington was located.

Compared with this, Shuirenbo Highlands can be considered a white lotus.

"I should have hunted out these rebels eight hundred years ago and killed them one by one! Learn from Justinian, meow!"

Indeed, Justinian was so ruthless. Belisarius, the ever-victorious general, cut him down whenever he asked. It was like Liu Yilong cutting down Tan Daoji Nei.

After roaring to this point, Napoleon was tired. He sat down with his tired body, beat his chest, and whispered: "What a great talent I have. I have only relied on myself to dominate the entire European territory..."

"

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 in full force and formed a neat queue.

Speaking of Blücher, other advantages are not obvious, but one thing is very outstanding.

That is, this person can always appear in the right position at critical moments.

"Hold the black flag high, children! No mercy! No prisoners!" The black cat Blücher had a resolute face, and his pale beard twitched as he spoke: "I will shoot anyone who shows mercy to the enemy!"

He took off his hat and shouted an order: "Forward!"

Accompanied by rhythmic drum beats and marching music, the Prussian army marched quickly forward.

When he approached the French army, Blücher knew that Meowlington could not hold out for long. He took off his hat and threw it to the ground, shouting: "Charge! Charge! My children!"

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

Meowlington also saw the Prussian cavalry galloping. He excitedly shouted an order to the soldiers hiding in the grass on the hillside: "Now! Stand up! Prepare to fight!"

The hail of bullets bursting from the side caught the Old Guards by surprise. But they were the Old Guards after all.

Still moving forward with perseverance.

"It's Grouchy! They're coming!" Someone shouted excitedly after hearing the sound of the cavalry's hooves.

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

The Old Guards began to hesitate, and 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 collapse.

Nei Yin shouted angrily: "Have I reached the point where I have to fight alone? Charge with me! Are you still French? Stand with me!"...

"The Prussians are coming! Your Excellency!" shouted a Guardsman.

The battlefield was so noisy that few people noticed Nei Yin's movements. The Prussian cavalry, with tall horses and tall military hats 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 and can no longer be dispersed.

Nei Yin pulled the soldiers one by one and shouted loudly: "Don't you know me? I am Nei Yin! The marshal of Miao Lanxi! If we hold on for one more hour, we can defeat them! Are you still the Guards?

!」

The last sentence completely recalled the glory of the Old Guards, and they began to gather around Nei Yin 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 and looked in disbelief. He could not have imagined that the Old Guards, for which he had always placed high hopes, would one day fail.

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

Napoleon drew out the sword from his waist and walked forward with determination.

"What are you going to do, my majesty!" Surte was shocked and ran over to ask.

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

Soult quickly asked the generals to disarm Napoleon and carry him back regardless of his struggle.

"Let me go! I am the emperor of the Miao Lanxi Empire! I should be with my soldiers! If I want to die, I will die on the battlefield, with my soldiers! Let me go!" He tried in vain

He struggled, but the generals around him had no intention of letting him go.

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

On the hillside of Mont Saint-Jean, seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Meowlington, who was relaxed, smiled and joked to Ebridge beside him: "Ebridge, if I had ever seen thirty thousand people before,

If we run together, I might be scared to death."

"Move the entire front forward!" he ordered.

"In which direction, your lordship?" Ebridge asked stupidly.

Meowlington glanced at Ebridge with a look that looked like a fool, and pointed to the back of the charging British soldiers in front with a smile: "Of course, keep going forward, no doubt."

The joyful atmosphere was contagious, and the entire British military hierarchy was filled with warm smiles.

Behind them stood the four Louises. Catherine seemed to be in a good mood now, perhaps because of the victory, 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 in such a timely manner. You know, I thought we were going to lose just now..."

"The battlefield is changing rapidly. No one knows which side will win the final victory until the last moment." Louis put his arm around her shoulders and looked down at Chromie: "Is this the end?"

"There's still one last step left," 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 hold it!" Nei Yin ordered loudly from the center. The Old Guards also obeyed the command, and the last two hundred people formed a hollow phalanx...

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

The adjutant on horseback looked at the tragic scene in front of him and said in a low voice.

The voice sighed: "We are slaughtering, Your Majesty the Duke."

"I pray to God..." Meowlington looked ahead sadly: "——This is the last battle I will 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 Frenchmen! You have tried your best to do what you can. Your Majesty, Duke Meowlington asks you to save your lives. Do you agree to surrender?"

The soldiers of the Old Guard were all wounded and wounded. The long battle had made them exhausted. Some even leaned their rifles on the ground to barely support their bodies. Others supported each other with their comrades, but no one

Showing weak expressions, they looked resolutely at the adjutant who persuaded him to surrender, without showing any sign of weakness.

Afterwards, the remnant soldiers burst into loud shouts.

"The Old Guard would rather die than surrender!"

Catherine's hand holding Louis' arm suddenly became stronger. When Louis turned around, he saw her nervous and pretty face.

"Oh, no -" She wanted to stop Meowling, but put down her hand in frustration.

The destined ending cannot be changed.

Meowlington was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, hesitated again, and waved forward.

After receiving the order, the cavalry dispersed, revealing cannons filled with shotguns aimed at the French formation.

"fire!"

The cannons fired in unison, deafening, and thick smoke enveloped the place where the French army had gathered. When the smoke cleared, there was no one left standing there, and they all fell in a pool of blood.

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

"*Mission accomplished..."

Louis was shocked, why the hell don’t I remember that I took the mission?

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