I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 402 The courage of civilians (please vote for me)

Morocco's Black Guards still fought in a very organized manner. Under the command of the officers, the line array quickly rotated and turned into reinforcements facing the French.

Urged by bugles, four rows of nearly a thousand black soldiers rushed toward the French army.

Ney personally stood at the front of the infantry, drew his sword and pointed it at the densely packed dark soldiers on the opposite side, shouting loudly:

"Don't be afraid, they are all captured slaves and don't know how to fight! As long as you shoot as you did in training, they will escape soon!"

Although he said this, it can be seen from the neat queues of those Moroccan soldiers that they have been strictly trained and their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated.

Soon, the Moroccan army was approaching less than 80 steps, and some of Ney's soldiers started shooting without permission in panic.

Fortunately, the panic did not spread. When the two sides were about 60 steps apart, Ney swung his sword vigorously:

"shooting!"

More than 200 Charleville 1763 flintlock guns emitted uneven firelight, causing the Moroccans to pause for a moment, but the opponent continued to advance almost immediately.

At the same time, because the number of people in Morocco was several times greater, both ends of the narrow infantry line began to close inward, forming an encirclement of Ney and the others.

"Don't be afraid!" Ney was still standing at the forefront of the team despite the enemy's fire, loudly encouraging morale. "Don't shake your hands and reload as soon as possible. Our people will be here soon. These slaves will not do anything to you." !”

His 200 soldiers who were farmers not long ago felt a lot more at ease when they saw Chief Ney standing there without fear. Following the command of the drum, they fought with the Moroccan Guards at a distance of 40 steps. A shootout.

Bullets kept "chirping" by Ney's ears, and then a shrill scream came from behind.

He looked sideways and saw that at least 20 people had been shot. Their bodies were all torn off by bullets and they fell to the ground, twisting and struggling like fish thrown ashore.

The surrounding soldiers were covered in their blood and internal organs, and they were so frightened that they stayed in place and were at a loss. Some people began to move backwards in great fear.

"Hang on!" Ney picked up the gun of a dead soldier and began to load ammunition. He shouted at the same time, "Think of the oath you swore when you came. As long as you hold on for another half hour, you can return home with full honors! Yours Your family and fellow villagers will be proud of you, and your stories will be spread among the neighbors!

"And it all starts with your fucking hands. Move it, quick!"

He then looked at the less than 300 Tunisian soldiers on the flanks:

"It's time for you to rest, right? Listen to my order and shoot together!"

He quickly loaded his gun and took aim at the oncoming black face. Under his leadership, the French soldiers finally tremblingly began to pour gunpowder into the barrels, and the Tunisian soldiers also raised their guns again.

"aim--"

"shooting!"

Ney shouted and pulled the trigger.

There was a "crackling" sound of gunfire behind him. The Moroccans who were almost in the face did not expect that the French army could organize a volley. Suddenly, nearly 30 people fell over in response, and the soldiers on both sides of the deceased were Subconsciously, he turned his back, trying to avoid the bullet.

"Very good! You guys did it!" Ney's voice was already a little hoarse, but she still shouted with all her strength, "Keep loading, don't stop!"

There was no wind near the battlefield, and the thick smoke blocked the sight of the French soldiers, which actually made them less afraid. Anyway, Chief Ney is still with them, which means the situation is not too bad.

The Tunisian soldiers next to them also started shooting intermittently, and the Moroccans actually began to retreat under the heavy blows.

When they heard the enemy's footsteps starting to move away, the French and Tunisians who were still standing on the same spot let out a burst of relief cheers, even if they had been so scared that they peed their pants a moment ago.

Ney was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she vaguely heard the tapping sound of "bang bang" coming from the wings, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

The Moroccans surrounded him from both sides.

They had been extremely reluctant to withstand the frontal attack just now. If they were attacked from a flank, they would inevitably collapse immediately.

He closed his eyes and made a cross on his chest, thinking about which direction to attack - retreat was impossible, and at such a close distance, turning his back towards the enemy was tantamount to suicide. And attacking the enemy on one side might be able to delay it for a while.

I just don’t know if these soldiers can adjust the direction of the line array in time...

He muttered in his heart, but did not have the slightest thought of surrender. He grew up listening to his father who was a soldier talking about the Seven Years' War, and he hated cowards who surrendered the most. He always believed that he was the one who could deal with the enemy until the last moment.

Ney ran back and forth, shouting orders to the officers to lead the soldiers to the north.

However, just over ten minutes later, he heard the noise in Arabic behind him.

He looked at his soldiers again, still huddled together in a mess, not to mention the Tunisians.

It is impossible to fight in this formation. He suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect that the first time he would actually command a battle would also be the last time...

Just when he was about to die in a fight with the Moroccans, the sound of horse hooves appeared again in the south.

"Have the enemy's cavalry also come up?"

He smiled and shook his head, drew his sword, and pointed behind the smoke:

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you!"

After waiting for a while, the Moroccans' attack seemed to slow down, and then there was a faint sound of gunfire behind them.

Although Ney didn't know what was going on, he immediately seized the opportunity and urged the soldiers to line up.

The smoke finally dissipated, and he stood on his horse and looked south with a telescope, and saw a team of cavalry in white uniforms harassing the enemy's flank and rear, forcing the Moroccans to tighten their formation for defense.

"It's those nobles!"

For the first time in his life, Ney felt that those nobles were not so annoying, and turned to the soldiers excitedly:

"Our reinforcements have arrived! Victory belongs to us!"

Chanel urged the "flying crossbow" under his crotch, quickly passed by the side of the Moroccan army, and raised his carbine to pull the trigger at the dark enemy.

At a distance of more than 80 steps, the short carbine has no killing power at all, but its huge sound can scare the enemy.

When more than 150 noble cavalrymen rushed to a nearby place and turned around to form a team, the Moroccans were confused by the sudden attack and quickly chose to retreat.

Moreau ordered the soldiers to move closer to their own side, and soon found Ney in the crowd.

He stepped forward, raised his hat gracefully, and smiled:

"Mr. Lieutenant, you seem to be surrounded by the enemy. Fortunately, I appeared in time and saved you. How about it, are we awesome?"