He Became Napoleon’S Genius Son [EN]: Chapter 521

(521) The Eagle Wins and Loses at Waterloo

At this moment, a total of 200,000 people clash at Waterloo, friend and foe alike.

-Waaaa!

The French army attempts a pincer movement, attacking from all directions.

Meanwhile, the British army, sometimes even firing on their own Sepoy [Indian] soldiers, reorganizes reinforcements to counter.

A chaotic battle unfolds across the plains of Waterloo.

A tactician obsessed with artistic maneuvers would be horrified in this situation.

But Wellington, a man of steel who has experienced countless horrific battlefields in India, was different.

“This is our chance.”

Suddenly, Chief of Staff Clinton looked back at Wellington with a dumbfounded expression.

“What nonsense are you spouting, Commander-in-Chief?”

“Look at the left and right wings.”

“I see cavalry rushing in. Steam wagons and balloons are also troublesome.”

Of course, neither is a decisive blow.

For now, the British still outnumber the French on the battlefield of Waterloo.

However, they are not performing to their full potential due to maintaining military discipline amidst the appearance of new weapons.

But it is also true that the state of our forces is not good enough to call this a chance.

Yet, Wellington was looking not at the battle lines, but elsewhere.

“Not that, Eugene Freiherr [Baron] is on the left wing, and Napoleon is coming on the right!”

Only then did Clinton, having spotted the commanders, retort nonchalantly.

“Isn’t that the worst-case scenario?”

“Wrong! Rather, it’s a chance to catch them both! The only chance!”

“Oh, my God. Is the Emperor coming himself?”

Suddenly, Clinton realized something and shouted.

In fact, fighting Napoleon directly is the worst possible scenario on the European battlefield in 1810.

However, if one only thinks of a decapitation strike [an attack aimed at killing or capturing the leader] rather than outright victory, it can be considered the best opportunity.

Even if the enemy commander is an invincible general, he will die if a bullet pierces his heart.

Just like King Gustavus Adolphus of Sweden in the past.

One can win and still die.

Wellington, with a sly smile, looked around.

“Do we have any reserve forces right now?”

Originally, Wellington’s direct forces had already rushed out to various parts of the Waterloo battlefield.

Also, the reinforcements led by Deputy Commander Graham had all been committed.

However, the troops Beresford brought from Brussels still had some reserves left.

-Chuck!

Suddenly, Beresford shouted, inspecting the commanders.

“A very fresh reserve corps! Mr. Picton’s 5th Division, and Lord Uxbridge’s Scottish Cavalry Brigade!”

Instantly, Wellington’s face contorted.

“Why does it have to be Uxbridge?”

“Do you have time to be picky now?”

“Damn it. General Thomas Picton! You come with me! Hey, Lord Henry Paget!”

Wellington glared at the handsome middle-aged man on horseback and asked.

“Can you overthrow the Spanish king as skillfully as you stole my sister-in-law!”

Henry Paget, Lord Uxbridge.

A rare and fairly decent cavalry commander in the British army.

However, Wellington hated this man very much.

Because he was the one who had an affair with his brother’s wife.

But being good at having affairs meant being a heartthrob in the 19th century.

“Even if it costs me my legs, I will kill the Spanish king for you! Hahaha!”

The heartthrob Lord Uxbridge laughed heartily and dashed out as if bouncing.

The English and Scottish cavalry under his command also ran with him.

Wellington watched Lord Uxbridge heading towards Eugene and turned his head.

It was time to use the last resort.

“Clinton, fire all the remaining rockets.”

“Yes?”

“Just because we don’t have cannons doesn’t mean we don’t have firepower.”

Wellington replied, mounting his horse.

“We need to give Freiherr a shot, or rather, several shots, right?”

Rain poured down, and nails were hammered into the fuse of the rockets.

However, British gunpowder made of high-quality saltpeter could be used as long as it didn’t rain too much.

The gunpowder used in the rockets was one of them.

Wellington, who had completed the preparations, shouted at the infantry of the 5th Division.

“Then, I’m going to catch Napoleon!”

The soldiers of the 5th Division, mainly composed of Scottish soldiers, responded in unison.

“Let’s kill the devil of Europe!”

At this moment, soldiers from all over the world and from all parts of Britain became one.

To kill the living devil, the incarnation of revolution, Napoleon.

If they win, Britain will become one.

Wellington spurred his horse.

“Now, the fate of Europe is decided!”

The British army’s charge for the emperor’s assassination began.

***

Indeed, warnings in silver letters pour in countless times.

[Danger, danger, danger.]

It has been almost 10 years since Eugene threw himself into such danger.

Even when he started conquering the New World, there was no enemy this dangerous.

But now, he has no choice.

Because there is an enemy he must kill here.

Suddenly, another danger sign appeared, and Eugene frowned as he turned his gaze.

“Were there still cavalry left!””Royal Scots Greys! They are the British reserve cavalry! They are weaker than the Hanoverian regiment!”

“Riflemen!”

At Chief of Staff Jomini’s quick report, Eugene ordered the Imperial Guard cavalry.

“Show those ignorant sword cavalrymen the terror of rifle cavalry!”

Then, under the command of Champeaux, the Spanish Royal Guard cavalry simultaneously equipped their rifles.

Breech-loading rifles, with percussion firing mechanisms painstakingly crafted by Samuel Pauly.

The gunpowder and ammunition supplied by the Egyptian Legion are quickly loaded on horseback.

-Click, bang! Click, bang! Click, bang!

The bullets were fired, and the charging Scottish cavalry fell from their horses.

Even the bravest cavalry was helpless against the near-rapid fire.

Suddenly, Lasalle, who was excitedly firing his rifle, roared.

“Hee-ho! They’re just a bunch of guys who only know how to swing swords!”

“Brother Lasalle, I think you said earlier that swordsmanship was the essence of the Hussars.”

“Who said that? Civilization is all about gunpowder!”

It was the moment Lasalle retorted to his cousin, Frère.

-Boom!

The purification of civilization, the sight of gunpowder exploding, is seen.

Moreover, it flew from the sky and unfolded before his eyes.

Lasalle was also surprised and quickly stopped his horse.

“What is this!”

But this time, the explosions did not stop and occurred all over the battlefield.

-Swoosh, boom! Swoosh, boom! Swoosh, boom!

The explosions do not discriminate between friend and foe.

Not only where the French army was running, but also the British army was caught in the explosions and died.

It was reminiscent of the time when they fought against the Russian Empire.

In an instant, Junot screamed.

“It’s a rocket, Eugene!”

This time, even Eugene was flustered.

Eugene has always fought predicted battles.

Through the help of silver letters, past life knowledge, and thorough information gathering.

But this battle is truly creating unpredictable situations.

At that moment, Eugene turned his gaze with a bewildered expression.

“There were still rockets left? This is bad! Father!”

If Wellington still had firepower left, where would he pour it?

If it were Eugene, he would definitely aim it at Napoleon.

At that moment, Hippolyte screamed from beside him.

“Hey, Eugene! You dodge it!”

Eugene blinked and raised his head.

A rocket is seen flying in the sky.

It’s too fast to even have time to dodge.

Suddenly, the notification that has always protected Eugene in his life comes to mind.

The silver light is like blood.

[Danger, imminent death.]

This time, even Eugene could not avoid it.

-Kwaaaang!

It is common for famous generals to die from artillery fire.

For example, Lannes died in the original history because he could not avoid a stray bullet.

But with rockets, the explosion range is small, but the hit range is vastly different from artillery shells, making it naturally difficult to avoid.

So, Eugene thought he was dead.

When he blinked, he saw someone holding him.

“Hippolyte!”

Hippolyte smiled.

“Cough, am I, dying now?”

Blood was smeared on Eugene.

But not a single drop of the blood visible now belongs to Eugene.

Hippolyte, who had thrown himself, grabbed Eugene from his horse and jumped off, blocking it with his back.

The moment Eugene tried to grab Hippolyte, Hippolyte trembled and said.

“Damn it. You know what? I honestly coveted your mother.”

“Don’t talk!”

“Adultery committed in the heart is also a sin, so is this atonement now?”

Eugene felt as if his heart was being stabbed with a dagger.

Originally, in the original history, Hippolyte has an affair with Josephine.

Therefore, Josephine completely loses Napoleon’s trust and ruins the later part of her life.

From the first time they met, that bothered Eugene, and he made it impossible for her to even meet Josephine.

Did Eugene have the right to do that?

In the end, Hippolyte could not marry anyone.

Suddenly, Hippolyte reached out to Eugene and grabbed his face.

“I had fun with you, Eugene.”

Hippolyte dropped his head.

-Click, bang!

A gunshot is heard from the side.

The approaching British commander, Lord Uxbridge, fell and died.

But Eugene did not look back.

General Junot, who shot Lord Uxbridge, said to Eugene.

“Eugene, the battle is not over yet.”

Eugene got up and roughly seized Lord Uxbridge’s horse.

Although it was someone else’s horse, it was quite well-trained, and even the enemy willingly boarded it.

With a blank expression, Eugene replied.

“Please take care of Hippolyte’s body. Junot.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have to go protect Father.”

Leaving his friend’s body behind, the king ran again.

-Dududu!

To protect his father.

***

Now the eagle faced the lion.

-Kwaaaang!

Picton, the commander of the British 5th Division, who used the lion as a symbol, shouted.

“Redcoats, hold the line! Do not fear the bullets! Bullets cannot approach the brave. Aaaagh!”

In fact, Picton was the first to be hit by a bullet and fell to the ground.

In fact, it is a natural thing.

Currently, the French Imperial Army is using percussion caps for firing slightly ahead of the British.

Therefore, the loading speed is faster in a shootout situation.

However, the accuracy is slightly lower due to the relative lack of gunpowder and training.

That is why the British army is advancing without fear even while the commander is being hit.

Commander-in-Chief Wellington clicked his tongue at the sight.

“This is, no different from a suicide attack.”

“Then will you retreat?”

“No, Rowland Hill. Wouldn’t that be unfair to Picton, who just died?”

Suddenly, Wellington spurred his horse and flashed his eyes.

“Besides, Napoleon is there!”

On the other side, the emperor, whose symbol was the golden eagle, also discovered the Iron Duke.

“There, Wellington is there!”

Napoleon drove Marengo to where Wellington was visible.

Chief Adjutant Louis-Charles-Caffarelli hurriedly followed the emperor.

The enemy’s firing range is getting closer and closer.

“Your Majesty, you should retreat for now!”

“If I do not stand at the forefront, who will follow! Guard, advance!”

“Charge!”

The soldiers of the Guard began to advance all at once following the emperor’s orders.

-Chuck, chuck, chuck!

They fire their guns one shot at a time while walking.

-Bang! Bang! Bang!

It is the moment when the line infantrymen are engaged in the so-called line battle [a military tactic involving troops forming a line].

Until now, neither Napoleon nor Wellington has ever experienced such a typical line battle.

Because it is customary for excellent tacticians to fight with maneuver warfare rather than such attrition warfare.

In this situation, the soldiers’ grit and skill, rather than tactics, determine the outcome.

“The red line is being pushed back!”

The redcoats, the British army’s line infantry, were about to collapse.

Rather, Wellington found an opportunity.

Suddenly, Wellington turned to Rowland Hill and shouted.

“Now is the time! Scottish Infantry Regiment, charge!”

The soldiers who had been hiding behind the redcoats’ English line infantry rushed out.

“Scotland Forever!”

The famous charge of Waterloo in the original history.

There is a historical fact that infantrymen from Scotland desperately fought against the French Imperial Guard.

However, what Wellington was aiming for was not victory.

He had been saving his soldiers only to run to one place.

Wellington ran with the Scottish Highlanders and plunged into the heart of the front line.

“Napoleon!”

Finally, Napoleon faced Wellington.

“Are you, Wellington?”

“I am Arthur Wellesley. We finally meet!”

“Unfortunately, shooting is not my specialty.”

The Iron Duke smiled and boldly shouted at the emperor.

“Let’s see who is better at close combat command!”

At that moment, a thunderous lump of metal fell from the sky.

-Swoosh, boom!

The Indian-made, British Congreve rocket directly hit the emperor and the Iron Duke.

Without discriminating between friend and foe, fairly.