When we learned that the French-army was attacking again, the coalition forces on the defense line were at a loss and suddenly panicked. The infantry ran aimlessly, and the positions seemed in chaos, and the shouts of soldiers and the scoldings of officers were intertwined.

At the same time, the defense line command post also received reports, and everyone was panicked. Captain Perot Biyelo, who was still on lunch break, rushed out quickly. He waved the whip and violently beat the panicked elements running around, trying to drive them back to the side of the chest wall.

In order to find out the situation of the invading enemy, Captain Biyeluo grabbed a soldier running past him and asked him sternly: "Standing at attention, private! How many French guys have come to the front of the position?"

The soldier stood barely and replied to the chief with a panic look, "Yes, there are many, a huge crowd, as if there were thousands of people, from the scattered line to the open area."

“How far is it from our position?”

"Captain, I don't know much about this! It seems not far away, but not very close."

"Damn it, thrust your chest up, report to General Hill first, and ride my horse!"

After saying that, Captain Biyeluo kicked the messenger hard on the butt, and almost fell down. Then he went to the command post several kilometers away to report the emergency here.

Looking back, Captain Biyeluo found that the infantry formation at the front of his chest wall was still in chaos. Some soldiers who were angry and angry because of panic were beaten ruthlessly by the officers even grabbed the weapons in their hands and glared at their superiors.

As an officer, Captain Biyelo understood that the current priority was no longer to investigate the enemy situation, but to stabilize the uneasiness of the soldiers and arouse their fighting spirit. So the captain climbed onto the chest wall, straightened his body, stood high, and shouted to his subordinates: "The brave Portuguese, look at me, look at me, and see how your commanders died in front of you!"

With Captain Perot Biyero's majestic body as an example, hundreds of Portuguese soldiers finally stabilized their restlessness. They obeyed the orders of officers at all levels, returned to their combat posts, inspected firearms, and prepared ammunition.

"Why didn't you fire the artillery just now?" Captain Biyeluo asked loudly at the closest artillery base to him. If the artillerymen could fire decisively and attack the invading enemies, they would not have scared the infantry and panic.

Although he did not admit it on the surface, Captain Biyelo also knew the combat qualities of the Portuguese officers and soldiers, and was more than two steps lower than the Desay Division. Yesterday's victory was nothing more than taking advantage of the arrogant and arrogant mood of the French cavalry and the gambler's eagerness to take revenge and caught the other party off guard. Now, the awake French army will be difficult to deal with.

Soon, a second artillery lieutenant from the coalition army came over. He shook his head first, and then explained that the enemy on the opposite side was not within range and the distance was not enough. As he said that, the lieutenant also handed a pair of monoculars to the battlefield commander on the chest. At this time, Captain Biyelo turned around and carefully observed the invading French-army.

On the other end of the position, the French cavalry who dispersed the coalition guard posts by surprise were obviously not very eager to attack. They tied the reins 2 kilometers away from the coalition defense line (outside the range of heavy artillery), and asked the horses to stop their pace, as if they were waiting for some order or the arrival of a big man.

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After entering the French military camp for weeks, Rolina has become accustomed to the strange looks, sarcasm and discussions of others. However, this time, she felt a little nervous and helpless. It was because the officers and soldiers of the Guard Brigade seemed too enthusiastic about her.

Before leaving the Guards Brigade, Chief of Staff Rusty found the light-skinned black female nurse. At this time, Rolina was hiding in the room and crying because of Desay's scolding. The Chief of Staff brought the female nurse a small uniform of a drummer in the army, asking Rolina to change it quickly, and followed the Duke of Hruna closely, serving and taking care of her carefully.

At the beginning, Rolina seemed very happy. Although many places in the military tops and military pants seemed to be very big for her petite figure, she still wiped every copper button on her uniform, and bravely stood up to let the officers and soldiers of the Guard Brigade appreciate it. No matter where Rolina went, the officers and soldiers all smiled and greeted him in unison, admiring the heroic little drummer. Because everyone knew a fact: the black beauty in front of her was in the same car as the duke, and she met naked.

However, Desai felt uncomfortable all over. If the nurse had not been the chief of staff's suggestion that he had come from the chief of staff, he would have beaten Rolina back to his original form. So he asked the guard to bring a medium drum and put it in the little drummer's arms, and let her sit alone in the cart carrying heavy mortars. During this period, an artillery sergeant took the raisins to please the black beauty, but was scolded by Captain Dupen.

Thirty minutes later, Desai arrived at the entrance of the Monsanto Mountain Pass under the escort of the guards. At this time, Colonel René and his rifle regiment dismounted and lined up to welcome the arrival of the division commander.

Desai straightened his torso and rode on the horse. He felt his whole body full of vitality, and he reviewed the army happily and accepted the cheers of the soldiers to him. When he turned over and dismounted, he said to Colonel René who was accompanying him: "Go, occupy the enemy's position and prove your courage!"

Jacques, the chief guard, sent a horse with a backrest in front of the position and asked the Duke to sit down. He saw the feet of the superior trembling involuntarily. Desai hesitated for a moment, but sat down. Major Mardan, who followed closely, handed the telescope.

"How far is this place from the coalition defense line?" Desai asked suddenly.

"About 2 kilometers!" the adjutant replied.

Desai got up from Maza, reached out to the distance, and said in a strong and unquestionable tone: "Move my position forward at least 400 meters. Remember, I am the commander of the division and the brigade of the Guards. According to the combat regulations, the battlefield commander must be within the coverage of enemy artillery with his soldiers."

Desai never believed that there would be the most accurate, perfect, and impeccable combat plan in the world. Therefore, on the battlefield, the commander must not only have a keen vision and the ability to make quick and quick decisions, but also observe the enemy's situation at a close distance to grasp various changes in the battlefield. In addition, even if the superiors cannot lead, they must set a sufficient example to inspire the soldiers to be brave enough to not be afraid of sacrifice. This is why he had to go to the front line in person and supervise the battle at the risk of gunfire.

After Colonel René's rifle regiment set off, Maza's position also followed behind and moved forward 300 meters (Major Mardan omitted 100 meters from the Duke's order). During the entire migration, Rolina, with the rumbling sound of cannons, holding a drum, barely following behind the Duke and other brigade followers.

Desai, who sat back on the stool, turned around and saw the black beauty who tried her best to dodge the shrapnel. So he waved his hand to greet her and said to him: "Put the snare drum under my feet, so that I can feel more comfortable."

The little drummer squatted down and did it truthfully. He heard a man's whisper in his ears: "Don't get up, just squat beside me, put your hands on my legs, and pinch them with all your strength, remember, use force!"

The officers and followers around him turned a blind eye to this. Some of them knew that it was the side effects of the ruffian wine. Although Duke Hruna's mind removed all kinds of pain and became as clear and sensitive as usual, his legs were spasming and twitching, trembling for a while.

A few minutes later, two more guards brought a lot of dry firewood from the cart and placed it not far from the Duke's legs, raising a bonfire.

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Given the quagmire trap encountered by the cavalry brigade yesterday, the rifle regiment, which was responsible for the main attack today, seemed particularly careful. After receiving the order from Colonel René to attack, the soldiers on the open ground all turned over and trotted slowly.

The entire rifle regiment was divided into three infantry and cavalry columns in battalions, with a distance of 25 to 30 meters between each column. There were long scattered lines of formations around the 1,800-meter-long front line. Behind them was the mortar company commanded by Captain Du Peng, and several heavy mortar cannons were loaded on white canvas chariots, led by a large number of pack horses.

After observing the movement of the French army, with the order of the artillery commander, the 16-pound and 24-pound artillery fired in turn on the battlefield of the coalition artillery, and the shells roared into the sky. Under the reflection of the sun, they drew beautiful deadly arcs and smashed them fiercely on the head of the rifle regiment.

In the first few rows, the infantry and cavalry horses in camouflaged uniforms stood in shock amid the loud roar of artillery fire. The skilled riders tightened the reins. They began to try their best to soothe their irritable mounts and urged "these comrades who can't speak" so that they could continue to move forward without worrying or fearing the so-called danger in front of them.

"Russ, my good baby, 800 meters, you can rest first!" Colonel René, who was riding at the forefront of the column, lowered his body, kissed his huge head of his beloved horse, and was still spreading his ears and whispering softly. However, the spur on the heel of the colonel's leather boots was pierced on the weak horse's belly, causing the war horse to suffer, and then forgot the fear seen in his two big eyes.

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying round solid bullet had passed over his head, and the lucky commander was spared from disaster. However, not far behind him, a soldier was taken to hell first. The shell cut off the knight's head, while his heart was still beating normally. A stream of blood surged upwards from the collar of the uniform, and his torso stood straight on the saddle.

The war horse that lost its master's control obviously did not adapt to the battlefield. It took the headless corpse on its back, neighing desperately in the continuous loud roar, running around, and almost hitting others several times. It was not until the dead soldier let go of his hands and fell to the ground from the horse's back that the war horse stopped, sobbing, and licking the blood on his master's body with his tongue...

Before Colonel René changed the order, the infantry and cavalry always controlled their mounts and kept moving forward at a constant speed. Starting from the first two kilometers away, it took them six minutes to complete 1,400 meters. At this time, it was only less than 600 meters away from the first line of defense of the coalition. Here, it was the maximum range that grape bullets or shotguns could reach.

Due to the slow speed during the ride, the soldiers of the Rampage Regiment suffered nearly 7 rounds of heavy artillery bombardment from the enemy. One third of the more than 70 heavy shells accurately hit the targets in the movement, causing major casualties of nearly 40 French troops. However, their sacrifices were valuable. It was precisely because the infantry and cavalry regiment attracted all the firepower of the enemy's turrets that the mortar company behind them was unscathed to a position less than 1 kilometer from the coalition positions.

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Desai, sitting on the stool, witnessed all this with his own eyes through the binoculars in his hand. These corpses, these wounded soldiers groaning in pain, and these war horses that were broken by shells and lying in a row. After the battle began, all casualties were just cold numbers recorded in the report, which were the price that must be paid for victory.

The little drummer, who was pinching the legs for the Duke, slowed down because she saw several battlefield ambulances carrying stretchers and rushing to the battlefield from the side of the division commander and many officers. They had to hurry to rescue the wounded soldiers who were still moaning.

Seeing this, Rolina stood up excitedly. She felt that her true identity should be a brave and fearless battlefield nurse, not a ridiculous fake drummer, or a little toy that pleases the superiors. The female nurse shouted, and wanted to go to help, but was grabbed by a strong and powerful hand, which was the Duke of Hruna's right hand holding her arm.

When Rolina turned around, she felt the unique demeanor of the strong and handsome Duke of Desai again. Her cold face and blue eyes were always deep, and she had a strong shock, which made people obey. The little drummer's face was flushed. After a moment, she squatted down and returned to Desai again to continue her previous duties.

Seeing this, the officers surrounding the Duke laughed, but they all covered their mouths with their hands and did not dare to laugh out loud.

Perhaps because he had been standing for a long time, a soldier from the Guards Cavalry Regiment, who was the reserve team, suddenly became addicted to smoking. He pulled out a cigarette from his backpack, but could not find a match that could be ignited from the left and right. The soldier saw that a fire was lit by the duke's side not far away, so he left the queue, ran over quickly, lit the cigarette in his hand, and took two sips beautifully.

Seeing this, the Duke's chief guard came over and whispered: "Soldier, first of all, you should be grateful to the privileges given to you by Lord Duke, rather than rushing to smoke!"

"Don't worry, I will thank him there." The soldier pointed to the Pass of Mengsantu Mountain.

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Chapter completed!