Berezina River? Waterloo? Two seemingly unrelated terms are actually related to a famous person, Napoleon Bonaparte Napoléon Bonaparte. How good this man is, everyone on earth knows.
The Berezina River, a river now located in Belarus, is located near Smolensk. In 1812, napoleon, the French Emperor who swept across Europe, suffered the first major turning point in his life under the city of Moscow, not so much defeated by the Tsarist army led by Kutuzov as it was lost to the harsh winter cold of Russia, and of course one hundred and thirty years later someone made the same mistake.
He retreated all the way to the west, but he could not escape the pursuit of the Tsarist army, and at this time of life and death, Napoleon, a war genius, once again showed his unparalleled talent, under the dangers of all kinds, he attacked the west, forcibly crossed the Berezina River, and finally escaped to heaven, all the way back to Paris. At the level of the campaign, the French succeeded, and won extremely beautifully, and at the strategic level, Napoleon was defeated and never again.
With this past, there is Sylvain Taisson's "Berezina River", one of the long-distance translation series of the People's Literature Publishing House, a breathtaking travel literature.
Three Frenchmen, two Russians, wearing double-horned hats and three Ural tricycles, marched from Moscow to Smolensk, and crossed the Berezina River again, although there were no cossack cavalry sabers and cold guns along the way, but the madness of these wild and unruly men along the way was really fascinating and frightening, too TMD with feeling! After a vodka drink, several drunken people set off on the road again, first to Minsk, then all the way west, through Poland, Germany, Belgium, Luxembourg, and finally to the Invalides in Paris, a huge but chaotic journey along the way, a perfect reproduction of the route of the French emperor.
There is no doubt that this is an unusual, crazy and exciting trip that may be incomprehensible to many people. A tribute from two hundred years later? Restlessness from the heart that has nowhere to go? Or do you just want to throw a wild ride on the road? Either way, for other people, it may only be interpreted with arsenic cream and B honey, and people who understand it naturally understand it. For example, for me, I can only use envy to describe, reading books to see moving places, eager to jump on the motorcycle immediately, rushing into the snow and wind together, just like that year I was on a business trip in Europe, I had to use the weekend to take a big detour to see Waterloo The reason is the same, in our bones we are the same people.
Waterloo meant something extraordinary to Napoleon, and a small Belgian village that was originally unknown has since become an exclusive term, and the influence is extraordinary.
After a full meal of chocolate + waffles from Brussels, it takes less than an hour to drive to Waterloo, a scenic, quiet and lovely small village, with a low fence nestled among lush green trees, hidden behind seemingly old houses, flat asphalt roads lazily paved on a green field, a little undulating not only does not appear abrupt, but highlights the heart-warming curves. The most exciting thing is the thick fog common in the Belgian morning, as thick as cream can not be opened, if it is not quiet around, only the rustle of tires driving through the road, I will definitely miss the mooing sound from the thick fog, too late to step on the brakes, I am afraid to have a close contact with the cattle returning from morning exercise.
A small battle museum, and a small Napoleon field command post site, so is all that the Battle of Waterloo left to people today, it seems to be a little unworthy of its fame, but it is also very good to think about it, or that sentence that understands people naturally understand, you say yes or no.
Turning out of the museum, a perfect triangular cone stands in front of you, and the small mound that no visitor will ever miss is within easy reach. Three steps and two steps (breathless) climbed up, and suddenly opened up in front of his eyes, combined with the battlefield situation map in the museum just now, there was a feeling like this. It was as if the rumbling of the people shouting horses under the rumble of the cannon, the sound of military trumpets, the sound of drums, the sound of footsteps, the sound of shooting... It was as if the next second Napoleon, Wellington, and Blücher were coming and going, coming alive.
Although the small mound is not high, but the wind above is still quite strong, the companions have beaten the way back home, just leave me alone here for a while, the right is the battlefield hanging, reminisce about the past. Suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder, turned his head, and it turned out to be a young man who had just come up here and was already standing here in a daze like me, speaking French English, and he could understand it.
"Chinese?"
"Yes"
"From Beijing?"
"No, Shanghai, what about you?"
"Marseille"
After a moment of silence, the other party asked quietly, "You said that what would happen if that damn Grushi arrived in time that day?" ”
"Then there may not be a German country today."
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