After morning, the sky was already bright. A drizzle that had lasted for many days was still falling, and the slanting wind blew in the sky, dissipating the warm sea water containing the Mediterranean to every corner.

Surrounded by a group of officers and their own escort camp, I rode away from the base camp and walked slowly along the road leading to Toulon. After 30 minutes, I arrived at a small hill covered with woods. The soldiers who had been waiting for a long time began to get restless and all looked at the commander-in-chief. If it weren't for the military discipline, I believe that these free French soldiers, composed of simple city little citizens, workshop workers, and plantation farmers, would cheer the arrival of the supreme commander with their loudest voices.

On the back of a horse, I refused the request of the entourage guard to hold an umbrella for myself for the third time. I still leaned against my body and smiled. Walking through the middle of the soldiers, I frequently waved to the crowd around me. From their eyes, I saw responsibility, honor and the desire to achieve a great victory. How proud it would be to be when I could also review an invincible army belonging to free China. The young general began to feel excited.

Since yesterday, the headquarters has been receiving various news from the Toulon coalition forces preparing to attack. Tomorrow, the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces will lead 3,000 British Army and 4,000 Naples troops from the Port of Toulon, with the direction: Oliul; process: crossing the Asce Creek along the Fortress of St. Antoine; targets of attack: Toulon Corps Base Camp and Bailout. I felt a little regretful with this information that I had paid the lives of more than 10 outstanding soldiers. Yes, I had learned about this military operation from the book, but out of my own caution, I still sent a large number of personnel to sneak into Toulon to collect relevant information in order to confirm. When the upcoming event coincided with history, I knew that victory in a battle was only a matter of time for me.

"Report to the commander-in-chief, the columns of the legion have been planned and everything is ready. But..." Major Hod, who was reporting forward, tried his best to lower his voice, and his dark face turned red.

"It's just that the loss is huge. I can't bear to let the child fall into the wolf. If I don't give me some sweetness, how can I attract the coalition forces into our ambush? With the current forces, the losses will be greater even if I win, not to mention that the army lacking artillery does not have the strength." I sighed and looked at my closest officer, thinking to myself that he might be a warrior, but he is by no means a wise general, and it is hard to take on a great responsibility. It's a pity that he is the first officer who loyal to me.

"Reported that after the coalition forces captured the baggage warehousing, they have turned here. It is estimated that they will all enter the battlefield in 10 minutes." A messenger rushed to report.

"Okay, I'll order: All participating troops will remain unchanged according to the original plan, and the battle will still be signaled by Captain Mura's rifle sound as a signal. Long live the free France in the name of revolution." The commander decisively issued the last order before the war began.

On both sides of the main road from the harbor to the Toulon Legion base camp is a not-wide valley plain, only five or six hundred meters. Due to the rain, the road becomes slippery and muddy. At both ends of the plain are continuous hills covered with low bushes. The hillsides are not high, but they are a little steep and difficult to climb.

Teams of British and Naples cavalry were walking in the rain. They searched for all suspicious targets within their reach. However, from their unfocused expressions, they did not think there would be any danger here. Indeed, from the morning, the battle was very smooth, and five French turrets were conquered in succession, including their baggage warehouses, and the rebel soldiers were driven to run around like rabbits by themselves. Unfortunately, there were too few spoils. When conquering the enemy baggage warehouse, I don’t know which guy who was too excited set a fire and actually burned the entire warehouse to ashes on this rainy day. I really hope to find something in the rebel camp that can be taken home. Yes, beware of your own robbery in advance. Damn it, don’t throw the fire again.

Behind and in the middle of the cavalry were neatly arranged square formations, red, yellow, and a little blue (the real French rebels, because they did not have the uniform of the royal army, were still wearing the blue uniforms that had been rebellious, and they only took off the free badge on the triangle cap and replaced it with a white band), and moved slowly with a scattered pace. Perhaps it was because of the successful battle that had just ended, and the discipline began to relax, and they all spoke in a low voice without military discipline, discussing the same topic as the cavalry.

In the center of the entire team, several generals were also discussing something enthusiastically.

"Commander-in-Chief, the French rebels were beaten by us, and even their baggage was burned. Haha, as long as we move forward, we can have lunch in the rebel camp. The Naples hope that you will be the first to take the lead." General Pinto looked so angry that he seemed to have forgotten how his army was driven back to Toulon by the French like fleas.

"That's right, General Pinto said very much, under the wise leadership of the commander-in-chief, the rebel resistance had collapsed. What we need to prepare now is to make a good attitude and consider how to accept their surrender. I also request that the King of the French troops follow General Pinto and launch an attack." Trogov quickly climbed up and flattered him.

The conversation between the two followers made Ohara, the commander-in-chief of the coalition, excited. The reserved British nobleman agreed with their point of view in an elegant way, nodded, raised his slender fingers, shaking them a few times, attracted the colonel's staff officer behind him, and said:

"Order all officers and soldiers to speed up their pace and must arrive at the rebel headquarters camp before 12 noon. In addition, put all the scouts in front of me, and I want to know where the French are going to escape."

"As for orders, Commander-in-Chief, but I feel something is strange, you see..." Before the colonel's words were finished, Ohara's stern eyes made him swallow the words behind him. He quickly saluted and turned his horse to run towards the team.

At the same time, Captain Mura and his sniper company were suffering from the torture of bad weather. In this ghost weather, they were lying on the wet grass for more than two hours and remained motionless, and people would complain. The difference is that Mura complained that the commander severely scolded him yesterday.

"What, do you think this ambush is not open and will lose the reputation of the Legion. Fart, is your mind rust? What does it mean to be open and honest? I tell you, everything the winner does is called open and honest; the reputation of the Legion is based on the glory accumulated by the enemy's corpses.

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Since you are willing to join the war, you must obey everything. OK, I can forgive you for your ignorant move, but order you to immediately throw your so-called knightly code behind your head and give it to the fool instructor who taught you. If you still have this idea at the beginning of this battle, I will send you with a rifle and attack the British warship head-on…”

"My brother, what are you thinking about?" Xiushi came to Murah's side and said panting. After the confinement period of Lieutenant Xiushi, the commander-in-chief agreed to appoint his good friend and alumnus Xiushi as the deputy of the rifle company at Murah's repeated requests.

"Oh, nothing, don't you appreciate the last expressions of the pigs over there." Murah did not look back and continued, "How about it, have the soldiers chosen their goals?"

The target in his mouth was of course the coalition in front of him. According to the commander-in-chief, the rifle companies ambushed on the hills on both sides of the valley plains, totaling 250 people, each of which was equipped with 2-3 loaders. Each of the three shooters was a group. First, attack officers of the second lieutenant or above in each enemy column at the same time. It is necessary to eliminate most of the officers of the coalition after the three rounds of shooting, so that they completely lose commanders at all levels at the beginning of the battle, and cannot organize defense and counterattacks quickly and effectively; after the end of this mission, quickly transfer the target and cooperate with the artillery column hidden behind him. The task is to eliminate the enemy's field artillery troops (cannoners) so that the enemy cannot threaten the front and flank combat troops of our army with artillery; finally, free shooting, with the focus on the enemy's cavalry troops to prevent them from fleeing after the entire team collapses, and minimize the pressure on intercepting troops.

"All have been chosen, and the mountain opposite also sent flags. It is expected that in 5 minutes, the enemy will completely enter our encirclement. Hehe, the commander-in-chief's mind is really vicious. In order to wipe out these thousands of people, he actually gave up five turrets in one breath, and even the artillery on it is not allowed to be withdrawn. In order to further take the greedy British general, he set fire to the warehouse, including all the items inside, so that the robbers could not get any spoils. The result of step by step was that the stupid gangsters actually came. Originally, I just respected General Andrew, because he was a warrior, and now I have to respect him instead, because he could predict the enemy's initiative and lead the army to a brilliant battle victory. It will be a matter of time to recover Toulon." Xiushi's tone did not show any complaints about the commander punishing himself, but more of them were praise words.

"Yes, I don't know the commander-in-chief too much. I heard from his guards that the general had only done small business in the Spanish colonies and could settle accounts. He studied and contacted Rousseau and others' works with a French priest, and had never attended any formal military school at all. He could design such a perfect trap. It seems that my grandfather's words were true." Murah sighed.

"What are you talking about? Your grandfather?" Xiushi asked.

"Yes, my grandfather, he once visited the commander-in-chief's motherland. He said that the country in the East is a place where strategy is dedicated to it and cannot be underestimated. If it weren't for its rulers, they would limit maritime policies and implement a closed-door country. France, Britain, Spain and other countries have no place to set up in Asia." Murah sighed a little. The lieutenant beside him also nodded in agreement.

While the two were talking, the enemy in front of them had completely entered the encirclement. After calming down, Mura turned his head and ordered another warrior beside him to raise the battle flag immediately.

"Which one do you choose?" Murah asked Seush.

"If the one in the middle of the team is in a blue military uniform, if I guess correctly, he is a traitor of the Republic, Trogov, and it is even more a shame for us Lyons." Xiushi said hatefully.

"Okay, I chose the yellowish one, probably the Naples. The general didn't let us kill the British general, so he had to let others go to hell first." Murah talked, picked up the rifle beside him, half-squatted, and slowly aimed his muzzle at the selected target, the head of the Naples General.

With a "bang", the dull sound of rifles disrupted the dream of the coalition forces. Pingtu, who was still talking to the two generals, was unaware of the bullets shot from the left, and a ball of blood splashed in an instant. His body shook, opened his mouth wide, and fell straight from the horse's back with unwillingness and fell on the mud.

The death of the Naples general made the people around him completely stunned by the scene before him and could not react for a long time. It was not until the increasingly dense gunshots kept taking away their companions and their own lives that they were fully awake: the enemy launched an attack.

"Damn it, it's the rifle. The French rebels actually used it to attack us. Adjutant, adjutant, ordered all infantry troops to take their own column officers as the core to make a defensive queue, and all cavalrymen went forward, forward, attacked forward, and broke through the ambush zone." General Ohara shouted desperately with a hysterical voice. When he saw another companion, the Frenchman Trogov fell in front of him, fear hit him again.

Unfortunately, the order was issued too much. Rows of rifle bullets shot from the hills at both ends of the valley plain, hitting officers of various columns who had no idea of ​​it. Even the British colonel adjutant who came to accept the orders of his superiors after hearing the news was shot dead while saluting Ohara himself. After several rounds, 80% of the officers above the lieutenant level of the entire joint force were killed, and the various infantry formations of these core officers were missing, and they immediately fell into great panic and unrest.

The panicked Ohara finally jumped off the horse, climbed on the mud without any aristocratic demeanor, and hid next to a war horse that had been killed. He did not care about the filth on the ground, damaging his gorgeous red uniform and his military cap that he had fallen to where he had fallen. He drew a cross with his most pious voice to pray to God for blessing. However, God did not stand on the side of the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces. The killing on the battlefield was just beginning.

After achieving the first predetermined target, the muzzle on the hill cooperated with the French artillery to attack the coalition field artillery gunners one after another. The coalition gunners who had no time to load ammunition came around their artillery without a single shot. The cavalry at the forefront of the entire team were not lucky. Although there were no bullets at them for the time being, countless carefully arranged horse-dressing traps in front made them fall heavily. The remaining knights were forced to turn their horse heads and quickly retreat to their main positions. Unexpectedly, this hasty move disrupted the already chaotic infantry phalanx, which further exacerbated the collapse of the entire coalition.

Even though there were several officers who survived, they bravely stood up and called on the soldiers around them to remain calm, and used themselves as the core to make a defensive team to try to counterattack, find the source of attack, and finally locked in the bushes on both hills. Unfortunately, the contrast between the range between the smoothbore rifle and the rifle was too large, 150 meters to 350 meters. So, under the command of the officers, the infantry moved forward step by step and tried to approach the target of the attack, but a more terrifying thing happened. On the top of the mountain, the French guns began to continue firing Portugal.

The grape bombs, those shells exploded over the dense infantry formation and split into countless iron balls of different sizes, hitting the infantry without any defense armor like hail. The crowds in the queue fell in pieces in pools of blood. Even if someone approached the foot of the mountain, they could not climb. The slippery steep slopes and the rifle bullets followed by the rebels turned all the resistance of the coalition soldiers who lacked artillery fire into vain. Finally, when the various infantry columns retreated, the coalition troops began to collapse.

When the first shot of the battle in the valley plains fired, I was wandering anxiously above the mountains. When I heard the sound of gunfire, I immediately rode my horse to the front of each infantry column, faced the soldiers, and issued a mobilization order in my greatest voice:

"Citizens, warriors of Free France, the gunfire just now is no longer a signal of retreat, but a command to attack the enemy of the country. To defeat them, we must be bold, bold, always bold, and victory will belong to the legion. Now, in the name of the commander-in-chief of the Toulon Legion of the Republic, I order you: obey the commander-in-chief of the superior, take the weapons, take the bayonet, and move forward, and eliminate all enemies who are stubbornly resisting. Go forward!" I turned my horse's head, drew out my sword, and pointed straight to the valley plain, guiding the direction of the battle.

"Ula"

"Ula"

"Ula"

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Teams and soldiers, in neat steps, took up rifles equipped with bayonets under the command of the officers, shouted the slogan of victory, walked past the commander's voice, and advanced towards the battlefield.

At this time, I, standing among the crowd, was feeling the passion of fighting. If I were not the supreme commander, I believe I had already fought with the soldiers to fight the enemy, letting happiness burst out with the joy of muskets and bayonets, and let victory arise in the pain of the enemy's failure.

Yes, this is a gamble, with less than 6,000 people surrounding and annihilated the enemy of 7,000 people. Last night, I stayed up all night and repeatedly contemplated the end of the battle: victory or failure, honor or destruction. In the end, I decided to implement it according to the plan. In any case, all the invading enemies must be eliminated, the strength of the coalition forces must be reduced to the greatest extent, and the preparation for future battles.

At present, it seems that the battle is going on according to my best ideas. The officers at all levels of the coalition were basically eliminated at the first time and could not organize effective defense and attack teams; the artillery equipped with grape bullets also made the square formations of the enemy columns that had already been in chaos; the large number of gunners in the enemy field artillery columns were even worse. When the 3,000 French infantry in front of me were arranged into 12 columns and pressed against the enemy with a width of nearly 500 meters on the left and right, the resistance of the coalition completely collapsed.

Rows of dense lead bullets, like bullet walls, quickly pushed towards the enemy in front, knocking down all the creatures that hindered it to the ground. The soldiers continued to shout victory slogans, listened to the drum beats, and pushed forward rhythmically. Occasionally, several brave British cavalry rushed over at all costs, and gunshots came, but they were beaten into sieves, falling to the ground, becoming a stepping stone for the soldiers to advance again.

The coalition could no longer resist. First of all, the Naples and the Royal Bao army began to defeat and flee unorganizedly. The British army also began to shrink its defense. Under the leadership of the surviving lower-level officers, they tried to stand in the middle of the plains, reduce attacks from snipers, and slowly retreated in the direction they came. Unfortunately, the formation that was finally formed was dispersed again by their defeated friendly forces.

Seeing this situation, I knew that the coalition forces had completely lost their ability to resist and it was time to harvest. So, they put down the monocular mirror and ordered the guards to sing flags, stop the shelling, and let the last ace appear.

After receiving the order from the commander-in-chief, the two thousand elite grenade cavalry columns who had been waiting for a long time, under the command of the officer, turned over the horses, pulled up their sabres, shouted "Ula", and came from behind the coalition forces, trying their best to vent their depression before the war. In this battle, at my request, each of the assault cavalry was equipped with two short guns and one sabre, giving up their original horse spears and some heavy armor, because it was my requirement for them to exert the maximum raiding ability of the cavalry, block the defeated troops trying to retreat, and continue to wipe out the entire harvesting work.

As I watched, the heroic cavalry raised the sabers in their hands and quickly inserted into the coalition camp. In an instant, the sickle of the god of death came. Under the shadow of the sword, the British, Naples and French traitors fell behind the knights, fertilizing the hero's land with their own blood and corpses. The enemy's crying, the sound of help was intertwined with our army's gunshots, and the cheers of victory were played. A wonderful music was played on the bloody battlefield. If Comrade Beethoven could watch this scene side by side with himself, I wonder if the passionate heroic symphony could be presented to me.

Without the cover of artillery, the assault of cavalry, the command of officers, any resistance of the coalition infantry was only to accelerate their own death. In front was a dense column of smoothbore guns that were constantly pressing, behind were terrifying and demonic enemy cavalry, and the rifle bullets that were constantly attacking and shooting. Thousands of people were firmly divided and suppressed on the narrow plain less than a few kilometers.

More than ten minutes later, the enemies of the valley plain completely gave up their resistance. First, the Naples were the first to still put off their rifles. Then the British, in the eyes of the surviving officers, put down their weapons, stood there and waited for orders, looking at the French army approaching them in fear, hoping that they could mercilessly let themselves leave this tragic battlefield.

The soldiers followed my orders. Whether it was the cavalry, infantry or snipers, they no longer attacked the enemies who put down their weapons. Under the command of the officers, they began to work on the battlefield aftermath: rescue comrades, detain prisoners, and count the spoils. Even the snipers and gunners on both ends jumped down the hillside to experience the victory close to the distance.

"Long live the general"

"Long live the commander-in-chief"

"Long live Andrew's Citizen"

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Amid the deafening cheers of countless soldiers, I rushed to the battlefield and came to inspect my troops in the form of a victorious person. In front of the long captive team, there were warriors who kept pouring towards me, and their excited faces. Seeing this, I couldn't help feeling relaxed, full of thoughts and poetic, but unfortunately I didn't have such ink in my stomach, and no one came to sing. Alas, I felt a little depressed, because the ending was still not perfect.

"Report, Commander-in-Chief, captured the highest commander of the enemy." Lieutenant Shush, who ran over, was escorting a British general, trying to squeeze into the crowd desperately and report to me.

I nodded and signaled the guards to let them come. Looking at Ohara in front of me, the arrogant British nobleman actually threw away his hat, his red uniform was covered with dirty mud, and he panickedly sought his pity.

"Ohara?" I asked.

"Yes, Lord Andrew," Ohara replied.

"General Ohara?" I asked.

"Yes, Lord General Andrew," Ohara replied.

"Commander-in-chief of the coalition forces?" I asked again.

"Yes, General Andrew, the commander-in-chief of the Legion." Ohara replied.

"What do I need to do for you?" I asked at the end, and the soldiers around me burst into laughter when they heard this.

"Yes, I hope you can protect the lives of prisoners of war. This is my only request." Ohara blushed and squeezed out a sentence.

"Well, I mercifully meet your request in the name of Commander-in-Chief of the Legion of Free France," I promised solemnly.

Ula! The cheers resounded through the sky again...
Chapter completed!