C3296 The cavalry charge (2/2)
At this moment, from the small street east of St. Michel's Street, near the Paris Weather Station, the sound of the galloping horses could be heard.
The street filled with garbage was filled with frightened stares from the citizens. Suddenly, they discovered that there were hundreds of strong and healthy horses rushing out from the south.
The horses were riddled with Imperial cavalry in breastplates. Their sabers were raised high in the air, and their helmets were blown by the wind.
”Guards, Cavalry... Charge! ”
”Long live the Empire!”
”Long live His Majesty the Emperor!”
Never would he have thought that in such a short period of time, McMahon would not only restore the structure of the Infantry Group, but also restore a small portion of the cavalry unit s.
The cavalry regiment in the breastplate, the pride of the Bonaparte Dynasty!
The Third Division of Algeria was assigned a total of four hundred cavalrymen, this group of people became the sharp bayonets to attack the artillery positions!
Horses like a tide broke through the commune's fragile defensive barricades. Horses leaped over low sandbags and wreckage, slashing their sabers sharply to the left and right.
The Commune member who didn't have any combat experience screamed as he covered his head and fell into a pool of blood!
Many young children were even sent flying by the war horses, and they flew through the air before smashing heavily onto the ground!
Paris was too big, to the point where even three hundred thousand National Guard s were unable to defend all the streets. Many narrow alleys could only be defended against by the citizens who had been recruited at the last minute.
Today, the crazy attacks of the Third Division had already attracted the attention of all of the surrounding regular soldiers of the community.
All of them were old, weak, handicapped, and young children. How could they be opponents for the wolf-like armored riders? They weren't even able to put up a decent resistance before they were all washed away!
”Speed up, speed up!” The target is Sorbonne, the target is the enemy's artillery position! ”
”Our brothers are being massacred. We cannot waste a second! ”Speed up …”
Sorbonne, close to the Pantheon in Paris, also known as the Pantheon!
This was the tomb of a great man of the France. Voltaire, Rousseau, Dumas … Dozens of great figures from the France were buried here, and were looked up to by the later generations just like those divine gods!
And the University of Sorbonne was right next to the Pantheon, and this blood war had erupted right in front of the graves of these sleeping great men.
Four hundred cavalrymen plunged like hot knives into butter as they made their way north through the side streets parallel to St. Michel's.
It was like a storm as it charged towards the artillery position!
Over a thousand guards of the Commune Guards, who were guarding the artillery positions, looked at the charging cavalry and shouted in fear, ”Enemy cavalry! Quickly Fire... ”Fire!”
Facing an enemy that was several times stronger than himself, the guard cavalry soldiers were not afraid at all.
”Cavalry Battalion Guards!” Charge! ”
”Kill …” The four hundred tigers and wolves charged towards the enemy!
”Fire …” Seeing that the two legs of the defending members of the club were shaking, the hands holding onto their rifles began to tremble … ”Fire …”
”Pa …” Clap clap … The chaotic shooting did not have the slightest rhythm, it could not even form a dense rain of bullets!