Descending On France 1780 Chapter 105 - 105 099 When Trees Can Talk

105: 099 When Trees Can Talk 105: 099 When Trees Can Talk The carts scattered on the road had a better effect than anticipated.

The enemy troops in black hurried along the road and charged over with a swoosh.

Anning maintained his integration with the trees, waiting for the first cannon fire to start.

At that mont, a thought struck him: the French had also fought in Vietnam, should he teach these trees to speak Vietnase, maybe he could scare soone to death across ti and space…

The black-clad army began to enter the ambush zone, and Anning’s voice tensed up for fear of any slip-up that might alert the enemy.

A few leaders of the black army, riding tall horses, passed by where Anning was hiding.

But they didn’t stray too far from their squad, probably cautious and just monitoring Christina’s small cavalry from a distance.

Through the leaves, Anning watched a guy who might be the enemy leader, likely a noble judging by his rank as a colonel.

There were many officers and non-commissioned officers within the black army, these noble lords who would have been hanged by peasants in other parts of France, but here they were still revered as military officers in the Church’s rebel army.

Anning saw the enemy’s colonel stop not far from the burning supply cart, probably sensing sothing was amiss.

But he did not issue the command for the troops to halt.

Almost half of the black-clad troops had entered the ambush ring.

Anning’s ambush formation was a double line, while the enemy’s marching column was in four vertical lines, Anning’s formation should have been twice as long with the sa number of people.

But since the enemy had more troops, the situation was such that the enemy’s column extended significantly beyond Anning’s ambush zone.

It wasn’t physically possible for all the enemies to enter the ambush area.

Anning thought the situation was almost ripe, it was ti to open fire, yet the warrior hidden by the cannon remained motionless.

— Could it be he saw the enemy approaching and got scared?

No!

At this mont, the enemy leader was very close to the barricade Anning left on the road; he might realize that the cannon blocking the road had been loaded!

Damn it, warrior, fire the cannon!

Anning was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

**

Colonel Donald approached the halted supply convoy in the middle of the road.

By now, he had noticed that only one cart was burning, and its location was towards the rear of the abandoned convoy.

It looked as if the burning cart had been deliberately used to block the view.

Moreover, the cannon lying across the road had been unloaded and set up to fire.

Would the enemy have ti for such an act if they were fleeing in panic?

The colonel vaguely felt sothing was wrong.

If this cannon was already loaded with shot, firing it down the road at this mont—

The re thought made the colonel’s nape tingle.

Just then, he saw sothing move on the supply cart behind the cannon!

There was soone hiding on the supply cart!

It was a trap!

In a rush, the colonel pulled out his pistol, but at that ti, pistols weren’t ready to fire imdiately; one had to pour gunpowder into the priming pan first.

Without this step, even if the trigger was pulled causing the flint to spark, it wouldn’t ignite the gunpowder in the barrel—unless the spark perfectly passed through the small hole between the pan and the barrel, landing on the powder inside, which was far less likely than pulling an SSR in a mobile ga!

In a flurry, Colonel Donald poured gunpowder into the pistol’s priming pan while shouting, “Stop him, stop him quickly!”

But the others were baffled, so didn’t even see the person climbing up from the supply cart.

In despair, Donald watched as the ambusher picked up a torch from the burning supply cart—turns out the purpose of lighting that cart was to hide the torch!

Not to burn all supplies!

The enemy, cunning indeed!

The colonel tossed the powder horn, raised his pistol, and at the sa ti the ambusher lit the cannon’s fuse.

The sound of the cannon drowned out the sound of the pistol shot.

It’s done, the colonel thought, I’m going to get blasted by the shot!

However, what shot out of the cannon wasn’t shot but a solid iron ball, which burrowed into the column of black-clad troops running beside the colonel on the road!

In the blink of an eye, a row of n fell!

That was a fully loaded twelve-pound infantry cannon, breaking a man’s legs as easily as snapping a wheat stalk!

In an instant, just a mont, the column of black-clad troops had hundreds of unfortunate one-legged n.

Screams erupted instantly throughout the troops.

“My leg!”

“Mom!”

**

Anning shouted with all his might: “Everyone up!

Ready your guns!”

At the sa ti he shouted, so had already begun to move.

After all, everyone was tense at this ti, and the sound of cannons made them react like triggered springs, instantly springing into action.

Suddenly, a blue line erged from the bushes, and countless gun barrels aid at the black-clad soldiers thrown into chaos by the cannon fire on the road!

In such a situation, there was absolutely no need for an order to fire.

The soldiers, tense to death, fired their guns as soon as they raised them.

A rapid succession of gunfire sounded.

It was as if the row of bushes by the road suddenly turned into a bunch of smoke-spewing demons, blowing a puff of smoke at the black-clad soldiers on the road.

With that, a swath of the black-clad soldiers was directly blown down.

Anning could not see any of this as the primary viewer because the smoke from the volley was so thick, blinding his sight, that he couldn’t see the enemies right in front of him.

But the wall of smoke did not block sound, and the agonizing screams were heard clearly by Anning.

Good lord, the overwhelming screams indicated that the enemy’s morale had been fiercely undercut.

But it wasn’t over yet!

At tis like these, causing continuous casualties was necessary to completely break the enemy’s morale.

So Anning, waving his long sword, charged into the smoke first, shouting as he charged: “Kill!

For freedom!”

His roar ignited thunderous shouts of killing: “For freedom!”

“Long live the citizens!”

The blue-clad soldiers charged through the white smoke with bayonets like a tidal wave.

There was no need to pick targets; the mont they rushed through the smoke, they were amidst the dense ranks of the enemy.

The only thing that affected the efficiency of the initial bayonet charge was that many bayonets targeted the sa enemy.

So stabbed enemies who had been shot but had not fallen.

It was said during the Napoleon era that a military doctor had found that seventy percent of the bodies on the battlefield were bayoneted.

In short, the killing efficiency of a bayonet charge was much higher than a volley of gunfire!

In just one second, nearly a thousand more enemies were casualties, adding to the prior artillery and gunfire, the enemy’s casualties approached one quarter in an instant.

Even regular troops couldn’t withstand such high instant casualties!

The collapse of the enemy’s morale was a matter of monts.

The enemies within the ambush zone almost simultaneously decided to turn and run.

Seeing this, the enemies who had not yet entered the ambush zone also began to turn and run.

At this ti, Anning couldn’t care less whether the enemy’s morale had collapsed or not; he was busy slashing at the enemy.

He had already cut down the fourth enemy, and his blue uniform’s lapel was covered with the blood sprayed by the enemies.

“Kill!

Kill!” he repeated chanically, completely overtaken by adrenaline, turned into a pure killing machine.

“Know this!

I am the swordsmanship king of Briena!

I’ve won two thousand simulated sword fights!”

Anning didn’t even know what he was shouting about.

At this mont, he had already cut through the enemy’s ranks and charged to the shoulder of the road on the other side.

In that instant, he saw a tall horse-mounted officer rushing towards him, the long saber in his hand reflecting a cold light.

Clearly, this rider intended to cut down Anning!

It was the enemy’s commander!

Even though their troops had already lost, the enemy commander’s fighting spirit was still high!

At this mont, Anning’s mind went blank, letting his body react instinctively.

Imitating the protagonist played by l Gibson in the Arican movie “Patriot,” he picked up a flag of the Black Army from the ground, using the flagpole as a spear, thrusting it into the ground, and then knelt down—

The sharp tip of the flagpole pierced the horse’s chest.

The horse fell, throwing the rider into the mud.

Anning stood up, strode over to the dazed enemy, and decapitated him with a single swipe.

“The enemy general, I shall strip him of his uniform!”

—Damn, what the hell am I shouting!

But the omnipotent translation system kicked in!

The surrounding blue-clad soldiers cheered.

At that mont, Anning suddenly heard the bugle call of a cavalry assault, it was Christina pursuing the fleeing enemies.

But that didn’t matter anymore, the entire Conte region would no longer have any rebel army.