I borrowed the book "When the Stars Shine" by the famous biographer Stefan Zweig from the school library, and read the article "A Minute of Waterloo" first. I can't help sighing for Napoleon and the paradox of history. It has no ready-made formula and fixed track, and the thought of a little person has actually changed the trend of European and even world history.

Napoleon, who returned from the island of Elba, sat on the throne of the emperor again. Those old enemies swarmed again, and Napoleon had to break them one by one before they met, leaving him with little time.

Napoleon launched an attack on the troops led by Wellington, England. He charged again and again and was repelled again and again. The body covered the hillside. Finally, even Napoleon's guards launched an attack. The British army was on the verge of exhaustion and both sides were exhausted. At this time, whoever gets reinforcements first will win.

Napoleon looked forward to grouchy's reinforcements. Before the battle began, he was ordered to lead an army to pursue the retreating Prussian army in order to prevent the Prussian army from merging with the British army. But where is grouchy now?

The rumbling guns came, and grouchy's deputy commander immediately demanded urgently: "The emperor launched an attack on the British army and advanced to the place where the guns were fired." Grouchy could abide by the rules, but he was indecisive and pedantic, but he clung to the paper, which was Napoleon's order: to pursue the retreating Pu Jun army.

He ordered the army to move on, and hour after hour passed, but Pu Jun never appeared. Even when the intelligence personnel reported that Pu Jun had been transferred to the battlefield in several ways in the fierce battle during the retreat, grouchy still didn't go to reinforce Napoleon, but continued to wait for the order of the emperor to return.