Bury the Qing Dynasty

Although he didn't know why the Rose Beefs stopped suddenly, Napoleon would not let go of the opportunity to attack Rose Beef.

"Aim at the forward artillery position," Napoleon held the binoculars in both hands, and his voice slowed down infinitely, as if he was worried that his voice would alarm the rose beef on the opposite side: "Within half an hour of uninterrupted shelling, as many shells as you can hit No need to worry about supply as much as you want.”

"In addition, let the musketeers avoid the frontal shelling line, move slowly from the sides, and attack the rose beef immediately after the shelling stops."

"For this battle, I'm going to send those damn rose beefs to hell!"

It wasn't until this time that Joseph Bonaparte fully understood why Napoleon had always allowed the English army to drink afternoon tea in peace.

Joseph couldn't help but exclaimed: "It turns out that big brother prepared for the present a few days ago? It really is a big game of chess!"

Napoleon snorted, but there was a smug smile on his mouth: "It's just a coincidence, I didn't think those rose beef would be really..."

Before the sentence was finished, the artillery on the second line of defense of the French army began to shell the forward position.

Napoleon didn't take it seriously when the cannonball interrupted the pretentious highlight moment, but he still held up the binoculars and carefully observed the movements of the rose beef.

Needless to say, although binoculars can only vaguely observe the movement of the English army at this distance, it is actually useless for the war itself, but as long as it is in his hand, Napoleon will have a A sense of fullness.

Cool!
In contrast, George Jr., Edward, Richard and other English officers who were enjoying their afternoon tea at ease could not be happy.

As for the English soldiers who were also enjoying afternoon tea and drugs, they were even bombarded by French artillery fire.

"Help me, my leg is broken!"

"Doctor! Doctor! Someone is hurt here!"

"Damn France, ah!"

"Help!"

"..."

All kinds of miserable howls began to spread among the English forward army.

What's more terrible is that the three hundred cavalry brought by Little George—in order to ensure that the horses can fully relax and rest, those cavalry took off the blindfolds that blocked the eyes of the horses, and also took off the earplugs that blocked the ears of the horses , one by one patiently serving the horses to eat grass.

In this unprepared situation, these English thoroughbreds who had not undergone strict battlefield adaptability training were immediately shocked!
Needless to say, the consequences of the frightened war horse.

What knights, what companions, the frightened warhorses don't care about these messy things, they only know how to struggle and run wildly, trying to stay away from the battlefield that frightens them.

"Damn it, calm down! Be quiet!"

The blocking of the English cavalry failed to hold these frightened horses.

On the contrary, those English cavalry who stood in front of the frightened war horses and tried to subdue them were targeted by those frightened war horses!

"my leg!"

"puff!"

"Fuck!"

"Kill them all!"

The teacup in Little George's hand fell to the ground, and he was smashed to pieces, but Little George didn't have time to feel sorry for the worthless teacup—those damn French frogs, it was just two or three rounds of shelling, and he managed to accumulate it. All advantages are broken!

"It's over, it's over."

Little George's eyes were blank, and he murmured, "It's all over!"

The performance of Edward, the commander-in-chief of the English army next to him, was not that strong, not even as good as George Jr. - when the shelling sounded, Edward shouted loudly and ordered a counterattack, but what kind of counterattack, Edward did not Not a single word was mentioned!

The performance of Sir Richard, the naval commander of the English army, was even more unbearable-a large area was wet under his pants, and a smell of smell began to spread!
On the contrary, Justin, who had been having a hard time dealing with little George, was calmer. When the officers of the English army were running around like headless chickens, Justin stood up and shouted loudly: "All officers above the battalion level Gather to me immediately! Squad leaders and platoon leaders immediately count the soldiers under them! All company commanders immediately look for suitable concealed positions!"

Justin's performance made the English army more or less stable. A large number of low-level officers began to try to count and stabilize the soldiers under them, and a large number of officers and soldiers above the battalion level also began to gather around Justin.

"You have to make up your mind." Justin glanced at the bewildered little George, and said in a deep voice: "If the army is allowed to continue in chaos, the result will be collapse, and we will become the fish on the sticks of those French frogs!"

However, Little George had already been stunned by this shocking change. Facing Justin's proposal, Little George actually made a few silly oohs and asked, "What kind of idea should I come up with?"

Justin was completely desperate.

This is the current Crown Prince of England!
This is the next king of England!
At this moment, Justin had no other feelings other than tiredness.

It was also at this moment that Justin finally understood why England's national power was declining day by day, and was even overtaken by those French frogs.

After a long silence, the helpless Justin could only say in a low voice: "Your Highness, please authorize Sir Edward to command the army with full authority!"

After being reminded by Justin, Little George immediately set his sights on Edward: "Sir Edward, now, I authorize you to command the English army with full authority, and you must repel the attack of those French frogs!"

However, Edward, who had always dreamed of gaining full command, was immediately stunned.

Without him, the reason why he wanted to get full command before was because the English army still had the upper hand, even if it was only superficially superior-whoever commanded the English army to have the upper hand would be credited.

What now?
The [-] cavalry brought by little George were dizzy by the bombing, and the remaining infantry were bombed. The soldiers could not find the generals, and the generals could not find the soldiers. The English army on the entire position had collapsed. At this time, they took over the command Quan, it's not bad if you don't take the blame for this defeat afterwards, but you still want to be credited?

But, Justin's proposal did not leave Sir Edward room to refuse - as the commander-in-chief of the English army, Edward himself has the responsibility of commanding!

In desperation, Edward could only summon a group of messengers around him and began to issue orders: "Let Christian gather the troops and let them return to their posts!"

"Let William lead his artillery to prepare for a counterattack! Smash out all the shells in your hand, and let them hit whichever direction the shells come from!"

"Put up the flag of His Royal Highness, right here, and tell the soldiers that His Highness is here, and we are here too!"

After the orderer left, Edward simply turned his attention to Sir Richard: "Richard, now is not the time to be polite—please take someone back to the port immediately, and prepare to take His Royal Highness to leave."

Richard, who wanted to leave a long time ago because he peed his pants, just nodded in response, but suddenly there was a rumbling sound from the position not far away, and a large number of shell fragments began to fly around, and even one fragment directly It was inserted into Edward's body, and the huge impact directly knocked Edward's whole body to the ground!
"It's over!"

Edward, who was bleeding from his shoulder, was completely desperate at this moment: "Those damned French frogs, I said, how could they leave a lot of shells!"

Edward took a deep breath and said, "The shells they left behind exploded! Richard, take His Royal Highness and leave immediately, retreat to the port, and return to England!"

Richard looked at Edward, then at Little George, who was struggling with his legs, and asked, "What about here?"

Edward sighed in despair, and said, "Here, it's over! The shells left by those French frogs were martyred, and His Royal Highness ordered us to wipe out almost all the shells in stock!"

When Edward said this, all the English officers present fell into despair.

He is really not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs!

If George Jr. hadn't let all the shells be fired with confidence, the English army would not be in a situation where there were no ammunition available, let alone have to bear the bombardment of the French frogs!
At this moment, a group of English officers began to miss the short guy from Tojo 28.

Although the short guy in Tojo 28 is really not tall, and he is also very shady, he doesn't look like a fun thing, but Tojo 28 Haolie still has a few brushes, which can command England's army in the early stage Get some victories!
Well now, the battlefield advantage that Tojo 28 had accumulated with great difficulty was wiped out in one day!
Seeing all the officers staring at little George with unkind expressions, but no one came up with other ways to deal with it, Edward immediately ignored the other, and said directly to Justin: "Justin, I'm injured now, the battlefield is temporary. Leave it to you to take command!"

Justin was not polite, and directly ordered the servants around him: "Come on! Lead His Royal Highness to the seaside immediately! Send orders to the company commanders, let them retreat step by step with their troops! Remember, At any time, you must ensure that there is a regiment of troops behind to stop those French frogs!"

After receiving Justin's order, all the attendants around Justin went separately to execute it. Other attendants like George Jr., Edward, Richard and others also set up George Jr. and others, preparing to retreat according to Justin's plan. towards the port.

Justin's order, however, caused even greater trouble for the English army.

First of all, Justin's order conflicted with the previous order issued by Edward - Edward asked officers at all levels to fight back with the whole army, while Justin wanted to save Tier and retreat.

The second is that no one wants to leave behind - retreating from the battlefield of the decisive battle to the port occupied by the English navy, there is a distance of more than ten miles in the middle, of course, needless to say, the key is that all the English troops only have 2 people!
2 people, according to the military system of Ming Dynasty, is actually two divisions.

This also means that the entire English army does not have the strength of a few regiments.

Which army can retreat first?

Which regiment would be willing to take the initiative to stay behind?

Everyone understands in their hearts that in this kind of battlefield where running a step slower can return to the embrace of God, they only need to run faster than their companions to survive!

What's more terrible is that the French infantry has been vaguely seen in the distance, and the French army is all equipped with Ming firearms, but many of the firearms in the English army are produced by England's own arsenal!

As we all know, whether in terms of range, rate of fire, or stability, the ordnance produced by Ming Dynasty far surpasses that produced by England—this also means that the English army is on the weak side in terms of equipment, and this weak performance On the frontal collapse battlefield, it often means death!

In addition, Tojo 28 continued to win when he was in command, and George Jr. was beaten one after another after taking over. This comparison also made the English soldiers feel disgusted.

"Mom, Fake, I surrender!"

"I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to die because of their stupid command!"

"Surrender! Stop fighting! I surrender!"

"surrender!"

"..."

Surrendering is like dozing off, and it is contagious—when there is the first low-level officer who leads a team to surrender, other low-level officers follow suit and directly lead their soldiers to surrender to the French army.

The news of the large-scale surrender on the battlefield quickly reached the ears of Justin, George Jr. and others.

However, what made Justin desperate was that George Jr. was still in a daze, and the whole person was still in a state of stupidity. Sir Edward, who was in charge of referring to the English Army, did not give a solution at this moment, but simply fainted. !

"Damn Fake! What did this piece of shit learn in the military academy in the Ming Dynasty? Why is it so far behind Napoleon!"

Justin cursed in his heart, and simply ordered his attendants to carry Little George on his back, preparing to retreat directly.

As for those English soldiers who have begun to surrender on a large scale... fuck it!

……

Napoleon was also stunned by the scene in front of him.

It's not that Napoleon didn't think that the shells left over from the forward position would explode, nor did he think that the French army would cause chaos or even collapse.

But Napoleon never expected that the English Rose Beef on the opposite side would simply surrender with a white flag!
At this moment, Napoleon even turned his head and glanced at his own national flag unconsciously—is there a possibility that those rose beefs took the wrong national flag?
Otherwise, why do those rose beef have to tan their armpits?