Eagle’s Glory

"You wait, when the time is right, I will charge with your guard!"

Major Henchy's advice slightly cooled the fire in Aegron's heart. He knew that although he was indeed gaining the upper hand now, the outcome had not been clearly determined, and it was not the time for the final blow.

In particular, he was inferior in strength, and he only had such a reserve team in his hand, so he couldn't easily squander it.

So even if he was not happy in his heart, he could only calm down and continue to observe the battle situation.

Although not much time has passed since the beginning of the battle, the battle quickly entered a white-hot stage, and the two armies that had been deployed collided head-on, and fought ruthlessly.

The valley between the positions of the two armies is now filled with crowds, the gunfire is constant, the smoke and dust from the gun barrels, and the fire from the trees and grasses ignited by the artillery fire, the flames everywhere are quickly burned out. And disappeared, but a few strands of smoke gathered together, forming a thick smoke that covered the valley.

However, the choking smoke did not end the fight. On the contrary, in the smoke, the soldiers kept loading their guns with bullets, and then opened fire on the blurred figures on the opposite side.

There is no mercy, and there is not even any need for the officer to issue any further orders. The soldiers themselves have incarnated as the messengers of the **** of death, constantly repeating several movements mechanically, and frantically firing at each other. until the bullet falls.

In the area where the Turkish troops on the left flank of the front concentrated on breaking through the densest areas, the two armies directly faced each other. They fought each other with muskets with bayonets, and the artillery of the two armies were also firing continuously, and the shells roared over their heads. And then plunged into the position behind them.

While Aegron was watching the entire battle, his chief commander, Michel Ney, was closely watching the development of the battle.

He was as optimistic about the situation as his master, and at this moment he was standing beside the artillery position - he was an artilleryman when he served in Switzerland, and he knew all the more about the decisive role of artillery in a battle.

Although he can now command only a few light artillery pieces, at this moment, in such a battle with a small number of people, it is enough to decide the balance of the outcome.

Standing high in the depression, he carefully observed the scene of the battle between the two armies with the help of the terrain. Although the fighting on the left flank of the front was tragic, it seemed to him that at least for now, he was able to withstand it, and he had already issued an order to let him be on his side. The troops went to support, so there will be no problem for the time being.

Although the atmosphere was tense and the scene was intense, his duty was to help His Majesty win the battle, so

He now needs to find the enemy's weak point and open the door to victory with his artillery.

Although there was a thick fog caused by smoke and dust everywhere, with the help of a telescope, he still found a little gain in his observations-perhaps because of the coalition forces, the cooperation between the two armies of Egypt and Turkey was not smooth, and it was obvious that they could See that they are fighting each other.

In a valley below to the right, he found the junction of their lines.

So, while braving the artillery fire everywhere, he loudly ordered the artillery team to turn the muzzle, and let the artillery fire bombard the valley in that direction.

At the moment when the cannonball came out of the chamber, it not only produced a lot of smoke and dust, but also made a terrifying sound. This sound was like the shriek of the **** of death.

"boom!"

The continuous loud noise smashed into the assembled enemy lineup. The weak human body could not fully absorb the kinetic energy of the cannonball, so the cannonball flew in the air with blood and stumps.

His artillery fire did not cause too many casualties, but it was enough to create a panic effect. The soldiers in the formation seemed to be frightened by the howls of the wounded before they died. backed away.

Although the officers among them were trying their best to stop the retreat, the retreat was still unchecked. The phalanx advancing in front could hardly maintain the formation. Everyone turned and ran back, and some even stepped on the wounded on the ground, causing the They ended the pain early.

Michelle Ney nodded in satisfaction, his bombardment was successful, and the enemy's attack was contained, but this was not enough to satisfy him.

Now that the enemy's morale has been worn down by the setbacks and the formation is starting to loosen, it is time to launch a decisive attack.

——According to His Majesty's words, it is to trample them underfoot.

He made a decision in his heart, and then called for the messenger beside him, "Go and tell His Majesty, and ask him to let our reserve team attack!"

The messenger led the way, and he continued to watch every inch of the battlefield with excitement and anxiety.

Although the battlefield situation is changing rapidly, the trend is often visible to the naked eye. He has already determined that his side has the upper hand, and the enemy's army is in chaos, and now it is time to harvest.

"Your Majesty... we're going to win." He took a deep breath, then looked up at the sky again, "Father, I didn't embarrass you."

At this time, Aigron, of course, was also watching the changes in the battlefield, and he also came to the same conclusion as Michelle Ney.

In other words - any experienced person at this time can see that the enemy army in front of him has faintly appeared to be unsupported.

The time has come. He thought to himself.

At this time, the messenger sent by Michel also walked to Aegron's side and conveyed his request to His Majesty.

Aegron did not respond immediately, but turned to look at Major Henchy and asked for his opinion.

"How is it, Major? Has the time come?"

It's time for you to show up!

Major Henchy shouted to himself in his heart, then nodded lightly.

Then, he raised his head and said to Aegron with firm eyes. "His Royal Highness, the time has come, please allow me to lead your guards to launch the final charge, I will definitely be able to win your victory with them!"

"Very good." Agron nodded happily. "Then leave it to you."

Although it seems a little big to give his own guard to a newcomer to command, but Aegron has always believed in the principle of no doubt, and since he has decided to trust the other party, he must give the fullest trust - besides, , he also believes in the vision of his future husband-in-law.

After talking to him, Aegron turned around and looked at his own guards below the high platform - by this time they had already assembled together, waiting for orders.

The black phalanx was standing behind Aegron at the moment, always ready to use it as the last weight to win.

Aigron gestured to them.

There were no cheers, no commotion, only unwavering gazes responded to him - they were favored by His Majesty and absorbed as the most elite guards, and now is the time for them to show their performance and set an example for the entire army.

Major Henchy finally raised his head and looked at the blue sky in front of him.

God, what the **** am I doing? A thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

I've served Austria for almost twenty years, and today I'm charging for a Napoleon... What the **** is going on? Why did you give me such a wonderful fate?

He couldn't think of an answer in a short period of time, but it didn't matter to him whether there was an answer or not.

Since fate brought him here, he must do his duty and do what he should do well.

Your Highness, please wait in peace, this is my promise, and I will do it naturally.

Then he walked down the stairs and down the high platform, and stood before the line of guard soldiers.

His tall body and terrifying scarred face would have given people a terrifying feeling, but in the special environment at this moment, it was subtly reassuring.

Under everyone's attention, he slowly drew out his saber, then took off the double-horned hat on his head, and then wiped the saber in his hand with it, as if he was doing some ritual work. .

Then, with a sudden heavy wave, he pointed it forward.

Even if there is no command from the mouth, everyone understands the meaning of this sentence.

The phalanx immediately took steps, and then moved forward in a neat pace. Major Henchy stood at the front of the queue, advancing towards the enemy's position with a fearless and indifferent expression.

Unlike the people present here, he was someone who had really faced a life-and-death situation and managed to climb back. At this time, the familiar feeling on the battlefield evoked his long-cherished memories.

At that time, the scene we faced at that time was ten times and a hundred times more than here?

It's just a trifle now... A disdainful smile appeared on his scar's face.

Under his instructions and guidance, this phalanx of only one or two hundred people charged forward with a fearless momentum, and with the roaring artillery fire and bullets, across the ravine between the castle and the valley.

Their footsteps were not fast, and Major Henchy himself was even as calm as a stroll in the courtyard, but their bodies were exposed to the artillery fire after all.

Every time they walked a few steps on the valley, someone would be shot and fall down, screaming one after another, but this did not affect their footsteps in the slightest. Every time there was a vacancy in the queue, the people behind would immediately fill it.

In this way, the black tide rolled forward, and the neighboring troops behind them also launched a charge, and their target was the place that had just been bombarded - that is, the junction between the two allied forces.

The enemy troops, who had just been defeated and were still in shock, watched helplessly as the army in black uniforms approached them. Some people raised their guns in fear, while others were already shaking their hands and feet, trying to escape.

Major Henchy strode forward, staring helplessly at the enemy on the opposite side.

In his mind, he was constantly estimating the distance between the two armies.

He finally stopped when he was long enough to see the frightened faces of the opposing soldiers.

Then, he raised the sword in his hand again.

Almost at the same time, the guard soldiers around him also stopped immediately, and then raised their guns to face the enemy on the opposite side.

"Fire!" he called out one of the few French words he could barely speak, and swung his saber heavily.

"boom!"

Intensive gunshots sounded at almost the same time, and then the bullets flew towards the opponent's already crumbling front at a speed that could not be discerned by the naked eye.

In the smoke, several screams sounded from everywhere, but the ruthless attack continued.

Although he was surrounded by bullets, Major Henchy turned a deaf ear. His whole life seemed to be condensed into one goal at this moment.

He raised his saber again, motioned for the soldiers to reload, and then gave the order in a tone of indifference.

"Fire!"

The second round of salvos was a lot more scattered, but it was still fierce enough to continue to harvest the lives of the opponents and destroy their remaining will.

Under the rounds of firepower, the morale of the opposing enemy finally collapsed.

Although they had an advantage in numbers, in this short and fierce battle, the opponent's stubborn resistance, ruthless artillery bombardment, and subsequent fierce attack destroyed their remaining will to fight.

The soldiers in the front lowered their guns and fled back one after another. Although several officers tried to shoot the organization, it was still difficult to stop the unstoppable retreat.

The soldiers who retreated at first were hesitant, but as the order gradually collapsed, their retreating speed became faster and faster, until they turned into running-it seemed that they had used their only remaining strength to withstand this The field has come to fail.

Major Hench watched helplessly as the enemy retreated in two directions, leaving only one complete or incomplete corpse on the original front.

In an instant, he realized that victory had come to his—no, that young highness—in his hands.

Just the last bit...

Without any hesitation, he immediately stepped forward, and then ordered his subordinates to continue to attack, destroying the enemy front line that had been opened by a huge gap.

Perhaps it was infected by the retreating soldiers, and the enemy troops who were still fighting in other areas were also shaken. This attacking phalanx, like a sharp scalpel, was invincible wherever it went, almost sweeping away. the entire battlefield.

At this time, the enemy's morale was exhausted, and the two troops that had already fought their own battles were even more unwilling to continue to suffer casualties for the friendly troops, so they all chose to retreat.

The retreat of various fronts eventually turned into the general retreat of the entire army. The army that launched the attack with confidence two hours ago has now been like a flock that has lost its soul. swarmed, and could no longer be called an army.

Aegron, who was standing high in the castle, looked at all this in front of him happily.

As he wished, he had already won this battle.

He knew that this victory was bought for him by everyone's blood, sweat and sacrifice, but there is no doubt that the final glory will only fall on him, because he is the one who bears the expectations of all of them.

Yes, he took another big step towards his dream...

An ecstasy that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, made the young man unable to help point to the pile of corpses on the battlefield, and laughed almost frantically.

wait for me! France!