Chapter 360: Cavalry Artillery Shows Its Power Again

Chapter 361: Cavalry Artillery Shows Its Power Again

The Guards Corps still maintained a strict formation, firing three rows of rounds quickly, while the formation continued to move forward.

Under this powerful attack that was as efficient and precise as a machine, the infantry line that the Hanoverian Army barely arranged was finally cut into three parts.

On the one-kilometer-wide battlefield, every few minutes, a "piece" of Hanoverian soldiers would ignore the officers' obstruction, throw down their weapons and turn around to flee.

Soon, even the officers began to run away.

The infantry line behind the Guards Corps had not yet pressed forward when they heard the change in the sound of the military drums, and immediately changed their formation and outflanked from both sides.

Murat heard from afar that the drums on the enemy side became chaotic and then intermittent, and he was immediately excited - that meant that there was a problem with the enemy's defense line.

Sure enough, the battalion commander's order came - the cavalry battalion lined up and chased the defeated enemy.

Murat squeezed the horse's belly hard, waved his hands excitedly and shouted: "Gentlemen, it's our turn!"

It is completely different from the scenes often seen in later TV dramas, where cavalrymen braved the enemy's fierce firepower and rushed into the enemy's formation to kill people. In the long history of human warfare, the main tasks of cavalry are harassment, containment, cover and pursuit. Use expensive cavalry to attack head-on, unless it is confirmed that the enemy is weak, or the side is on the verge of defeat, and has to fight desperately.

So Murat circled the Hanoverian several times before, and didn't even draw his saber.

Now he finally has a chance to win military merit!

In the last battle, he was promoted to sergeant for bravely breaking through the enemy's formation. If he can kill a few more enemy soldiers this time, he will be a lieutenant when he returns!

Soon, the red uniforms of Hanoverian soldiers can be seen all over the ground in the distance. Murat's Arabian warhorse carried him like a wild bull into the red crowd...

On the north side of the village of Ogchenna, a cavalryman was reporting to the commander of the cavalry artillery battalion, Lacoste: "Two regiments of Hanoverian infantry have arrived 2 kilometers to the northwest."

Lacoste looked at his staff and smiled: "If they don't come again, I plan to take a nap first."

The staff also smiled: "We have been waiting for more than 40 minutes. The Hanoverians are really slow."

Lacoste looked into the distance: "Order everyone to adjust the artillery position and hit the enemy head-on! As long as we block the enemy reinforcements for 3 hours, our cavalry can destroy their artillery and baggage."

Yes, according to the deployment of the staff, half of the main force of the Guards Corps cavalry was rushing towards the Hanoverian rear team on the east side.

Soon, the cannons on the hills roared, and more than a dozen shells whizzed through the Hanoverian army. However, the distance was far, and only two hit the target.

Even so, the Hanoverians were still horrified. They quickly retreated hundreds of meters, sent scouts to carefully confirm the location of the French artillery, and then hastily organized a skirmisher column to prepare to attack the artillery position.

However, they immediately encountered the infantry line of the French dragoons below the hill.

The skirmishers' footsteps were blocked by the infantry line, and the shells kept falling from their heads. The Hanoverians' first assault attempt immediately failed.

Lacoste held the telescope and watched the enemy retreat like a tide with satisfaction.

He had held on for more than an hour. At the current pace, he only needed to drag it out for 3 hours.

At this moment, a signalman trotted up to him, raised his hat and saluted, saying, "Commander, Major Buvanaba has some tactical suggestions to report to you."

"Oh?" The artillery battalion commander knew that this young Corsican officer had a very flexible mind, so he nodded curiously, "Please tell me."

Half an hour later, the Hanoverians reorganized their ranks. This time they honestly arranged the infantry line and prepared to fight the French army.

However, the Hanoverian Hussars in the distance suddenly issued a rapid warning.

Then the Hanoverian commander saw in the telescope that a group of French cavalry... No, they were still dragging cannons, they should be cavalry artillery, rushed straight to their left wing and began to unload the cannons.

"Are these French guys crazy?!"

The corner of his eye twitched, and he immediately ordered the organization of skirmishers to destroy those cannons-he only brought two regiments of infantry to reinforce the rear team, and there were not enough cavalry to deal with the cannons.

However, before the Hanoverian skirmishers were ready, the French cannons had already completed more than ten volleys, harnessed their horses and sped away.

The Hanoverian commander almost gnashed his teeth and roared to order the infantry line to launch a frontal attack. The right wing heard the warning whistle of the hussars again...

Southwest of Ogchenna Village.

Joseph looked at the red soldiers on the roof of the farmhouse in the distance with a telescope and frowned.

The Hanoverians were very smart. They should have expected that they could not fight the Guards Corps head-on, so they only lined up two sparse infantry lines on both sides of the village, and scattered nearly half of the soldiers in the village, trying to delay the French army with street fighting.

The Guards Corps had just annihilated the three Hanoverian regiments that were left alone, and they were rushing towards the main force of Charles II without stopping. At this time, their physical strength was greatly consumed.

With this increase and decrease, if they rushed into this small village, they would probably suffer very heavy casualties.

Berthier, who was standing by, had obviously noticed this problem as well, and came over to suggest, "Your Highness, perhaps we should go around the village from the west."

Joseph hesitated. He clearly remembered that he had seen on the map that there was a small river to the west of the village.

So the detour not only requires walking a few more kilometers, but also wastes a lot of time crossing the river.

In this way, Karl II is likely to gather his troops, turning the interspersed and divided battle into a head-on confrontation. Although a large part of Hanover's army had been eaten up by this time, and the artillery was lagging behind, there were still tens of thousands of troops left.

As for going around the east side of the village... Hanover's main force is on the northwest side, which would increase the distance by more than ten kilometers. It would be better to cross the river.

Just as Joseph and Berthier were weighing the pros and cons, they suddenly heard the faint sound of artillery coming from the north of the village of Ogchenna.

The two looked at each other with doubts on their faces.

Although it is possible that the main army of Hanover carried some artillery - at this time, the artillery of most European armies was still attached to the infantry, so some light artillery followed the infantry and was not in the rear of the unified transport - but they were Who are they aiming to hit with artillery fire from the north? The Guards Corps is currently on the southwest side of the village.

"Your Highness, something is wrong." Berthier listened to the sound of cannons and said, "There are at least a dozen cannons. The enemy should not have so many cannons."

Twenty minutes later, several hussars came to answer his doubts: "Report! The cavalry artillery battalion launched an attack on the enemy north of the village of Ogchenna!"