Descending On France 1780
Chapter 151: Prisoner Lafayette at the 144th step

Chapter 151: Prisoner Lafayette at the 144th step

Anning immediately dismissed the thought.

After all, he was a man in his thirties, no longer the excitable young man that he once was.

Moreover, he had experienced bursts of arrogance a few times before, each promptly corrected by the harsh realities of life.

He told himself that all he did was copy Duke Wellington’s tactics, and their successful implementation was thanks to the valorous fighting of the renowned generals under his command.

If one must speak of his contribution, it was merely the little idea of using gunpowder for the ambush.

But others clearly didn’t see it the same way.

Davout: "We were able to defeat the enemy so quickly, all thanks to the General’s unparalleled strategic genius! The final victory was achieved with the morale boost from the General himself charging into battle and fighting the enemy!"

Napoleon: "I saw it, when Andy’s military flag charged out, I knew we had the victory in the bag!"

Anning: "Uh, well..."

Mainly because at that moment I thought that by dodging a stone with my head, I realized that it would be rather difficult for me to die in this system.

It’s a bit like playing Mount and Blade 2 with player damage reduction enabled, but the troops take full damage, so you fight tenaciously in battle to draw fire and reduce casualties among your own troops.

Of course, when Anning did this, he was occasionally taken out by the fond jab of a javelin, and even max damage reduction was futile.

It just goes to show that reality is not a game after all.

But now Anning couldn’t tell the truth; he could only laugh and say, "I just got carried away in the moment and did it."

Christina looked shocked: "You led the charge into battle yourself?"

Davout: "Not just led the charge, he carried the flag with only one guard, single-handedly charging towards thirty thousand enemies."

"You’re crazy, that’s too dangerous!" Christina exclaimed, "What if something had happened to you? If you had died, the troops might have disbanded!"

Anning: "Well, I didn’t die, did I? Besides, modern troops wouldn’t easily disband even if the commander fell, after all, there is such a thing as a chain of command..."

Napoleon: "That’s right, the general is brave, so the soldiers are valiant! That’s how a general should be! Too bad I’m an artillery commander and can’t personally enter the battlefield."

No, you will later personally carry a flag to charge across a bridge, and in the process, you will realize your destiny.

Anning waved his hand: "Alright, let’s move past this topic. Cano!"

Lazar Kano answered: "At your command, General."

"Organize the men, clean up the battlefield."

"Yes, General."

Anning turned to Christina: "As for you, even though you missed the battle, I need you to advance towards Lafayette’s camp to search. Your mission is to find Jean Lannes, who attacked the enemy camp last night. He must have raided the enemy camp again, just now! Find him and bring him to me, he is the great hero of this battle!"

Christina saluted: "Leave it to me. Ladies, follow me!"

Christina and Clarice led the cavalry towards the still-burning enemy camp in the distance.

Davout: "My troops also played a significant role this time, so I have a request."

Anning: "Please, tell me."

"My soldiers and I think that the flag of the First Brigade lacks any emblems, making it too hard to recognize. They hope to add something to symbolize this victory."

Anning: "So, what do you want to add?"

Davout: "It’s not decided yet. I plan to let the soldiers vote to choose."

"Well, let me know once you’ve selected." Anning swiftly agreed, considering it a good thing. This could enhance the tradition of the troops and help increase their cohesion.

Upon reflection, he added, "This should become an institution in the future. Units that perform outstandingly should be able to add a symbolic emblem of this battle to their banner."

Napoleon immediately said, "That’s a good idea, but won’t this be somewhat unfair to the Artillery?"

Anning: "Each Artillery company could also have its own banner."

Napoleon laughed: "Is that so? Then I’ll make a special banner for the Cavalry Guns company under my command!"

Anning: "Sure, you can let the soldiers hold a meeting to vote for an object, and then have the seamstress sew it onto the banner."

After saying this, Anning suddenly thought that the Cavalry should also have something special, but unfortunately, Christina had taken the troops out on a mission.

Well, that can wait until later.

**

At this time, Lafayette was retreating to the nearest city with his aides and staff members.

Suddenly, two Knights galloped furiously, catching up with Lafayette’s group.

"Not good, General!" shouted the one in the lead, "The enemy’s Cavalry is catching up!"

Lafayette was shocked: "What? The enemy’s Cavalry should be equally matched with our own Cavalry by now!"

"It’s true, General!" The man’s face was painted with urgency, "They’re not far behind, they will catch up soon!"

The moment the words fell, the trumpet of the Cavalry from behind caught up with Lafayette’s small group.

Then a group of Cavalry appeared over the horizon, appearing within view.

Lafayette was horrified, and with a flick of his whip on his horse’s backside, he urged the horse to move forward, but the horse had not run a few steps before another Cavalry unit rounded the hedge ahead, blocking the way.

Before long, the Cavalry from front and back had surrounded Lafayette’s small group.

When at a distance, Lafayette had clung to the hope that it might be his own Cavalry that was mistaken, but upon closer inspection, he realized that he had been caught.

For these Cavalry were all female Knights, all with breasts, and flowing long hair.

A slightly aged woman in her forties charged in the front, shouting at Lafayette, "Surrender! We are Nobles; we do not kill prisoners!"

Lafayette held back his Guard ready to resist, and heaved a long sigh, "Alright, I surrender."

As the old lady approached, he proclaimed his identity loudly: "I am Marquis Lafayette, Commander of the suppressive forces. I demand to be treated with dignity!"

The elderly lady slowed her pace, proudly declaring her lineage, "I am Oliver, Commander of the Guard Knight, General Frost’s Cavalry Commander!"

Lafayette frowned: "You are clearly the French King’s Guard Knight Commander, why would you help that traitor!"

Lady Oliver responded: "Our General has not done anything against the constitution; he has not betrayed France! It must be the gentlemen in Paris who are mistaken."

Lafayette sneered, "We shall find out, we surely will."

Lady Oliver finally arrived in front of him, she pulled on the reins to stop her horse, then drew her long sword and struck off Lafayette’s General’s epaulettes: "You are my prisoner now, General! You follow me obediently and I guarantee your safety!"

Lafayette nodded, "Lead the way, I too would like to meet this son of a Leatherworker."

Bertier muttered, "This son of a Leatherworker is now the most outstanding General in all of France."

Lafayette: "Yes, and it is we who have delivered this title into his hands."