I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 329 The immature emperor who tries his skills in a small way

Blücher immediately pulled the reins of his horse, turned his head with wide eyes and asked, "Are you sure that's not the cavalry that came to harass you?"

"It's certainly not harassment, General."

The two hussars looked at each other and said, "We saw artillery, and there were at least three or four regiments of troops."

Blücher only felt his mind buzzing. Do all these French people have wings?

In order to speed up, he ordered the soldiers to drop a large amount of baggage, but as soon as he completed the camp break, the French were already chasing him!
Well, how did he know that the Guards Corps had almost no baggage except for cannonballs and gunpowder. Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't bring a bed, let alone the other officers.

An hour ago, Joseph defeated the Dutch army, leaving only one regiment to clean the battlefield and two companies and battalions to take care of the wounded. The other soldiers did not even take a break and immediately rushed towards the main Prussian force.

Soon, other hussars came to report the approaching French army. Blücher had no choice but to order the entire army to line up on the spot and prepare to meet the enemy.

The Prussian army that had just entered the marching state immediately stopped and began to form a team. The baggage vehicles hurriedly rushed to the rear team. For a time, nearly ten thousand troops were mixed together in chaos.

Blücher had just arranged three infantry lines when the French cavalry appeared less than 1 kilometer away, followed closely by the infantry.

"The glory of victory belongs to us!"

"Work harder!" The commander of the Guards Artillery Battalion pointed to the mound ahead and shouted to the soldiers who were helping the horses drag the cannon. "The Prussians have dispersed their forces. As long as we start shooting, they will soon Rout!"

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In previous wars, artillery was always a foil to infantry. Even military textbooks say: No matter how great the results of artillery can be, infantry will still have to end the battle in the end.

"Let those rubes have a taste of their power! Long live the artillery!"

They were very proud in today's battle.

The latter asked several more messengers, then turned around and said: "General, the artillery is rushing to the high ground. It should be half an hour before it can be in position."

"Yes, General!"

He frowned and thought silently in his mind, as long as the Altmann Army and the Dietlinde Army could rush back in time, they could still encircle the French!

"Are the artillery positions ready?" Blücher asked the staff officer on the side with a dark face.

"Let them hurry up!" Blücher didn't know why, but this French army always made him feel uneasy. Only cannons could make him feel a little more at ease.

Nearly a thousand artillerymen immediately shouted excitedly, "Destroy the Prussians!"

After a series of reconnaissance and testing by the Prussian and French sides, the infantry line of the Guards Corps had approached 500 steps away from the Prussians.

It was not until this time that Blücher finally got the detailed number of the French army-1 people.

In today's battle against the Southern Netherlands, the cavalry artillery used their elusive approach and bombardment to defeat the enemy's defense line.

The infantry just went up to clean up the mess.

If there weren't too many cavalry on Blücher's side, and the horses of the Guards' cavalry artillery were too physically exhausted, they would really want to repeat that scene on Blücher again.

Just when the front cannon was about to be dragged up the mound, a thin captain with a high nose in the team was sizing up the surrounding terrain, and from time to time he used binoculars to observe the deployment of the Prussian army. Suddenly he put away his binoculars, walked quickly to the commander of the artillery battalion, raised his hat and saluted, "Battal Commander, I think the most suitable artillery position is not this mound."

Battalion Commander Lacoste frowned, remembering that the crown prince seemed to care about this young officer, so he patiently explained to him: "This is the deployment of the staff, Captain Bouwanaba."

He gestured towards the vaguely visible Prussian army formation on the west side: "Here you can directly bombard the enemy's infantry line, and there is no open space around it that is conducive to the formation of the cavalry. It is an excellent shooting position."

Napoleon pursed his lips and mustered up the courage to point to a gentle slope farther west: "Sir, I think... that is the most ideal artillery position."

Major Lacoste was slightly startled. He raised his telescope and looked at the place he mentioned, but he suddenly smiled: "Captain, it is indeed closer to the enemy there, and the oblique angle is also good. But you probably didn't notice that. A little to the left between the position and the Prussian army, there is a bush.

"When the Prussian infantry was under fire, if they moved even slightly that way, we would lose sight of them."

"Yes!" Napoleon nodded vigorously, "This is exactly the advantage there."

"Huh?" Lacoste blinked in surprise.

Nahuang took a breath and explained: "The more intense our shelling, the more the enemy wants to move closer to the bushes. But the enemy troops who are far away cannot get past. This is very likely to tear their infantry lines apart."

On a real battlefield, the two armies usually fight over a large area, and it is common for infantry lines to stretch for several kilometers.

Therefore, the soldiers in the line cannot see where their teammates are or what they are doing.

Including military officers, if communications are not smooth, they will lose understanding of their own situation.

Lacoste looked at the artillery position suggested by Napoleon again, and suddenly felt that the situation he mentioned was very likely to occur.

He thought for a moment, nodded and ordered the communications troops to report to the staff about his intention to detach part of the artillery to the new position, and then ordered Napoleon's artillery company to turn around.

More than ten minutes later, the roar of the cannon kicked off the decisive battle - it was the cannon of the Guards Corps.

The shells of 15 six-pound cannons flew over the first line of Prussian infantry with a heart-stopping whistling sound, plowing more than a dozen ravines in the green grass.

Blücher was surprised again, why the French came all the way but could take the lead in firing.

He frowned and ordered 5 cavalry squadrons and a battalion of skirmishers to attack the French artillery, and once again urged his artillery to fight back as soon as possible.

Napoleon, on the other hand, commanded the five six-pound guns of his company and hid quietly in a large field of grass, waiting for the opportunity.

As an experienced commander, Blücher was extremely cautious when fighting with the large corps, and used his experience to resolve many pulls and harassments from the Guards Corps.

The infantry lines on the front of the Prussian and French armies were inevitably getting closer. Amidst the intensive sound of military drums and the officers' orders, it was seen that the two sides were about to compete based on their training and morale.

At this moment, less than 400 steps away from the Prussian army's right wing, fire suddenly burst out, and five six-pound shells penetrated into the Prussian army's line array with great accuracy.

The Prussian infantry who was suddenly attacked suddenly screamed.

Napoleon saw the hit situation in the telescope, and a smile appeared on his lips - his ballistic calculations have always been the best in the military academy. Without calibrating shooting at this distance, it is not difficult for him to hit a target.

(End of this chapter)