King's Landing in France

Chapter 259 France requires you to fulfill your duties

Brigadier General Ferdinand of Austria observed the enemy formation with a telescope.

"What the hell? They disbanded all the troops into skirmishers?"

Colonel Bacon, chief of staff, shook his head and said, "Is it really a whim, or did they really find so many criminals and drive them to the battlefield?"

Ferdinand: "Even if this is the case, if there are no private soldiers behind the formation, the skirmishers will quickly break up. This is the limitation of the skirmishers."

He paused, shook his head and said, "These French idiots will make our victory dishonorable. Such a victory cannot be honored, no!"

Colonel Bacon flattered: "When you defeat that cobbler, you will naturally get the honor you need."

Ferdinand laughed out loud.

After laughing, he waved his hand: "Attack!"

**
Kleber arrived at his position impatiently, and then found that the enemy was slowly forming an array.

After all, it will take a lot of time for more than 2 people to expand into a wide enough offensive formation.

What Kleber had to do was relatively simple. After all, there was no need to line up, as long as the soldiers scattered like flowers.

He rode back and forth among the skirmishers that scattered across the fields, shouting: "The Republic wants us to do our job!
"Think of your family!

"France is huge, but we have nowhere to go, because behind us is Paris!"

It is a bit inappropriate to call this sentence now, because Paris is still far away from here, and this battle is not to defend Paris.

But, what the hell, as long as it boosts morale, anything is fine!
If asking Kléber to do a dance was going to boost morale, he would definitely do it.

The enemy's attack has begun.

One after another white lines began to think about the movement of the French army scattered in the field, and the sound of the enemy's military music even floated to the side of the French army.

The military music that each country likes to use is different. For example, the Russians like to use drums with a serious rhythm, which sounds like the footsteps of General Winter.

The military music of the Austrians has a taste of court music.

Kleber shouted: "The music of the Austrians is terrible, come, let us sing, Roman eulogy!"

Kleber had heard many rumors on the battlefield. It was said that when General Frost's troops sang Roman hymns, their morale and courage would be greatly improved.

At this time, Kleber can't care if it's true or not, let's use it first.

The French soldiers began to sing, a little uneven at first, but soon everyone was singing in unison.

The enemy approached, and the skirmishers fired the first volley.

Kleber: "Aim at the officer! Hit the officer!"

Because the formation was very scattered, the smoke from the shooting did not completely block Kléber's sight, and he could see that many of the Austrian lines had fallen.

He suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, so that's the case, the enemy is going downhill!"

Because on the downhill, the projection of the enemy in three horizontal rows on the French side became wider, and the area hit by the bullet doubled out of thin air.

Kleber: "Quick, reload, fire! Kill the enemy as much as possible before the enemy ends the downhill!"

The French army crackled and fired bullets, and people in the Austrian line kept falling.

Suddenly, some of the Austrian soldiers walking in the first row couldn't stand it anymore and started to run back quietly.

Seeing this scene, Kleber was stunned: "What the hell? The enemy just ran away?"

The last time he participated in the battle was at the Marne River. That time, he didn't actually win any battles. He just defended his position and fired at the enemy. The enemy didn't even come over the river.

This time, Kleber was surprised: "The enemy collapsed so quickly? Is it... such a simple thing to fight?"

This is actually not to blame Kleber. After he joined the army, all he heard was the battlefield experience of the French army led by Frost. Frost’s French army had high morale and often fought hand-to-hand.

So Frost thought all armies were like this.

As a result, the Austrians suffered such casualties, and their morale collapsed.

Kleber had already thought about it. After the hand-to-hand combat started, he would personally charge like the general to save the morale that was on the verge of collapse.Take a look this time, what the hell?

**
Old Dumas was not as relaxed as Kleber.

He knew that such a large number of skirmishers could indeed disrupt the offensive of some line infantry, but after disintegrating the first line, the enemy still had a second and third line.

The fact that the enemy is approaching has not changed.

The real test will come when the enemy comes within charging distance.

Based on the past experience of old Dumas, not to mention the loose formation of skirmishers, even well-trained line infantry, arranged in a dense formation, may collapse at the touch of the enemy's charge.

Old Dumas's expression was serious. After he commanded the artillery to concentrate firepower to smash the enemy's second line, the enemy's third horizontal line had reached the distance to charge.

Old Dumas took a deep breath.

The Austrians stopped.

After a beat of drums, they raised their guns.

The effect of the volley was not satisfactory, for the French were in skirmish formation, and they all hid behind various bunkers.

The platoon of the Austrian army did not cause much loss of personnel.

But Dumas knew that the real test came next.

The Austrian officer raised his saber and gave the order to charge.

Immediately the enemy's line turned into a wave, rolling towards the French line.

**
Kleber knew it, and it was now.

He drew his long knife and shouted: "For France!"

Seeing this, the surrounding French army roared, "For France!"

The soldiers of the 68th Brigade rushed out from behind various bunkers and faced the sweeping Austrians head-on.

**
Ferdinand laughed loudly: "Hahaha! They actually launched a hedge against us in the form of skirmishers! This group of idiots will be completely smashed under the bayonets of our army like waves encountering rocks on the shore!"

Colonel Bacon: "Congratulations on your victory."

"At times like this, you need some wine..." Ferdinand turned to look for his orderly, "Robert, hurry up, get some wine."

"Here it is, General."

Ferdinand: "That cobbler, it is said that he likes to drink on the battlefield, hey, he is a cobbler, he must not appreciate the beauty of fine wine, it's just arty."

Suddenly, Ferdinand noticed a change in the chief of staff's expression.

"What's the matter with you, it's like seeing God appear." He teased.

Colonel Bacon raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the battlefield: "General, general, look!"

Ferdinand looked back suspiciously, and then saw his troops break down from the front line.

Ferdinand rubbed his eyes hard, suspecting that he was wrong.

**
Morrow's spirits were unusually high.

General Frost is right, the troops of the Republic are not the same as the troops of the old nobles!They have inexhaustible courage, they can smash all the armies of the old nobles!
Moreau shouted: "Brothers! For France, for the Republic!"

(End of this chapter)