Descending On France 1780
Chapter 150 - 143 Behead Generals and Capture Flags

Chapter 150: 143 Behead Generals and Capture Flags

Anning galloped with the wind, his hair fluttering at the temples.

At this moment, he no longer needed to think about complex tactics and strategies; he just needed to focus on slashing.

He chose the enemy’s foremost flag as his target, pressed tightly against the horse’s back, and galloped at full speed.

The horse sword raised high above his head reflected the sunlight, blazing like a torch.

The flag bearer followed closely behind him, holding high the General’s Military Flag.

**

Anning’s line of troops was positioned in the middle with the third and fourth brigade; soldiers from these brigades saw Anning charge towards the enemy lines.

"The General is charging!" someone shouted.

"It’s the General, the General is charging!"

Just then, the charge bugle sounded, and hearing the bugle, various officers ordered, "Everyone, charge!"

Thus, soldiers from both brigades roared as they fiercely charged forward, like tigers descending the mountain.

The brigades on the flanks, unable to see what was happening here or see the General’s Military Flag charging at the enemy lines, were inspired by the neighboring ally’s momentum and also roared as they charged towards the enemy.

The enemy was still in a daze, just having been stunned by a huge explosion behind them, when suddenly a terrifying shout arose and soldiers with bayonets charged through the smoky aftermath of gunfire.

Anning’s troops, having just repelled the enemy’s charge with a volley of gunfire, were now high in morale, ferocious and heroic as they charged.

In contrast, Lafayette’s troops were unstable and had just been ambushed, feeling like frightened birds.

At that moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Our flag has fallen!"

**

From the beginning, Anning had set his target on the enemy’s foremost flag.

In this era, troop organization was poor, everyone recognized flags, and during a charge, they would follow the flag; if the flag fell, chaos would ensue.

Anning charged straight for that flag!

On his way to the flag, he saw an officer raise a handgun towards him.

It was just a moment, and the next, smoke obstructed his view.

Anning did not feel like he was hit by a bullet, so he simply ignored it and rushed towards the flag.

Knowing his skill at slashing from horseback was lacking, he simply held his long sword flat, intending to slice through the flag as he passed by.

The encounter was just in a flash!

Anning felt the sensation of his long sword striking something. Turning back, he saw the flag thunderously hit the ground!

He succeeded!

**

The falling of the flag may have been just a minor ripple but it quickly spread into a tidal wave of collapse.

The enemies in front of Anning turned their heads and ran, followed by all the enemies in the first row sprinting frantically.

The second line was still advancing when they collided head-on with their retreating comrades.

Amidst the congestion, the formation plunged into chaos!

Many were pushed down and trampled!

The third line had just crossed over the ridge line and faced a scene of chaos, freezing on the spot.

Not knowing which officer fired a gun, shooting a deserter, caused the panicked troops to fire their guns in disarray!

After the volley, the chaos engulfed the third line as well, everyone caught in disarray.

Countless people were knocked down and then trampled, cries filled the air.

At that moment, Napoleon fired a cannon at the mill!

Moments later, the mill exploded in an explosion that rivaled that of a barn!

Instantly, a total collapse occurred.

The congested enemies began to flee down the hill.

Riding his horse, Anning slashed at several people, missing half of them!

He simply stopped his own slashing and shouted loudly: "National Army, advance! Disperse them completely!"

At that moment, he turned around and suddenly noticed Davout’s troops had not moved, so he shouted loudly: "Davout! Forward!"

However, the entire battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, and Anning’s voice was completely drowned out.

He could only grab a young man charging with a rifle, tore off his own General’s rank, and handed it to him: "Son, take this, run back! Find Captain Davout, let his brigade begin to advance!"

Seeing it was Anning, the young one immediately tensed up and saluted: "I assure you, I will complete the mission!"

Then he turned and ran fiercely, slipping through the chaotic melee like an eel.

Anning raised his sword again: "Follow me, advance!"

**

On Davout’s side, a Senior Sergeant pleaded: "Captain, let us join too!"

Davout shook his head: "No, our orders are to act as the overall reserve. Without orders, we cannot move!"

At that moment, a soldier ran to the front of the first brigade, screeched to a halt and asked, "Who is Davout?"

"Sergeant, that bald one right there!" a sergeant replied.

Davout cursed, "Damn it, I still have some hair left."

A soldier ran up, saluted, and then stretched out his hand to reveal General Frost’s epaulet: "The general gave me this as an emblem! He orders you to advance!"

Davout took the epaulet, turned to everyone, and said, "You heard it! General Frost orders us to advance! Musician, play the music!"

The musician immediately began to play an inspiring drum beat, and as the drum beat commenced, the whole brigade began to march on the spot, swaying neatly left and right with the drum beats.

Davout drew his sword: "Advance!"

Then he took the lead, walking in the front, followed by the flag bearer carrying the brigade’s flag.

After a few steps, Davout felt the momentum was not enough, and thus he began to sing, "Onward, children of the motherland, rise swiftly!

"Glory awaits you today!"

The First Brigade sang the majestic Marseillaise loudly - no, the Hymn of Rome, pushing forward like a road roller.

Faced with such a powerful momentum, could Lafayette’s army withstand it? The answer is no! Because this momentum was so overwhelming, nothing could stop it!

**

When Lafayette saw a large mass of troops collapsing down from the hilltop, he was entirely shocked!

What happened?

What happened after pushing the troops to the hilltop?

Could it be that Frost really dared to charge against his own force of thirty thousand?

Then Lafayette saw General Frost’s flag appearing next to the burning barn.

In front of that flag, a white horse was racing, chasing after the large number of fleeing soldiers!

Behind him were rows of National Guard soldiers, their uniforms identical to the National Guards except for a red band on the arm, but their aura was dramatically different!

Clearly, those were Frost’s troops!

The fleeing soldiers flooded towards Lafayette’s surrounding positions like a tidal wave, ensnaring even the artillerymen who still held their ground.

It wasn’t long before the artillerymen also dropped the cannons and ammunition carts and started to run.

Lafayette stuttered, "What’s happening? What exactly happened? How could they defeat my army, which had such a numerical advantage? Even thirty thousand pigs shouldn’t have been defeated so quickly!"

Bertier said, "Bring over the brigade that was just dispatched to the camp, if we stabilize our foothold..."

Lafayette interrupted Bertier, "No, it’s too late. Do you see? The enemy is charging down, and we have no chance to regroup."

At that moment, troops carrying the tricolor flag appeared on the hilltop, singing the Hymn of Rome, which Frost and Ludwig Beethoven composed together, majestically marching down the valley.

The appearance of these troops accelerated the fleeing soldiers - although the pursuers were tired and had stopped running, starting to walk, they still fled crazily as if Death was chasing them.

Bertier said, "Then send out the cavalry to intercept Frost!"

Lafayette, with a slump in his posture, said, "We have already lost the battle. Let’s retreat."

Lafayette glared resentfully at Frost, who was galloping down the hill, grabbed the reins, turned his horse around, and kicked the horse’s belly.

The horse broke into a trot, with the flag bearer and bugler as well as a group of officers following behind Lafayette, skulking away.

**

Anning pulled the reins and stopped the horse.

The pursuing troops, having exhausted their energy, stood in place and cheered.

Lazar Kano rode up on his horse and reported to Anning, "The enemy has abandoned so much weaponry and equipment, they won’t be able to organize an army before reaching Paris again."

Anning said, "I know. Right now, the urgent matter is to find out the Cavalry’s situation and to find Lana!"

Cano pointed to the side, "The cavalry is coming."

Anning turned his head and saw the cavalry girls appearing over the hill.

They were all covered in blood, looking as if they had just returned from the deadly realms of Hell.

Christina led the way, shouting from afar, "Andy! Congratulations! You won so beautifully!"

Anning smiled slightly, pulled the reins to let his horse turn around and waited in place for the girls to come over.

"You’ve worked hard," Anning said, "Without you holding back the enemy cavalry, such a splendid victory wouldn’t have been possible."

Christina said, "Splendid victory? No, no, this isn’t just splendid, this is a miracle!"

Davout who had just arrived added, "Yes, it’s a miracle! I’ve never heard of such a splendid victory in the history of war!"

Anning was about to reply when Napoleon rode up from a distance, shouting as he approached, "Andy! This is a miracle! You’ve made the heroes of Ancient Rome pale in comparison! You are the modern Caesar!"

Anning laughed, jokingly said, "Should I then change my last name to Augustus?"

Napoleon said, "Absolutely you should!"

While others were still praising Anning, Lazar Kano was concerned with the actual situation, he asked Christina, "Where is Madam Commander Oliver?"

Christina said, "We don’t know. People got scattered during the chaotic battle. After I dispersed the enemy, I gathered a few people and hurried to the front, since Andy...General might need people to strike the enemy. But we still arrived too late, you won too quickly, it’s only been a bit over two hours, forty thousand enemies!"

Anning looked up at the sun in the sky, only then noticing that the sun had not yet started to set, estimating it was probably only around one or two o’clock in the afternoon.

The battle actually ended in just over two hours!

Indeed, it was a bit too quick!

...Could it be, I really have some talent?