Prussia and Xiao Lotian's Ryukyus are now basically a quasi-alliance, not only the common interests but most importantly, the spirit of these Chinese has infected the whole of Prussia.

However, the alliance belongs to the alliance, and as an exchange between countries, three points of eagerness must be accompanied by seven points of caution, and it is not enough to govern a country by feelings alone. Therefore, Xiao Letian's every move of the Chinese in Europe was monitored by the Prussian intelligence agencies.

Pierre's latest analysis of the information, coupled with Tiger Girl's cousin, was converted into a telegram sent to Berlin in less than an hour, and the Imperial War Department did not dare to slack off on the record, and quickly forwarded it to the Sadowa headquarters.

At this time, the battle of Sadowa was still going on, the Second Army did not arrive at the battlefield, and the situation was still serious. When the telegraph operator arrived with the latest information from Berlin, Commander-in-Chief Moltke stood quietly in front of the map like a statue, and the surrounding staff officers did not dare to come out.

"What are the casualties of the Seventh Division now? Can they still hold the left flank? Send them a report immediately, as long as they protect the left flank, I will go to His Majesty Xià to ask for credit for them..."

"Report to Your Excellency Chief of the General Staff, the casualties of the Seventh Division have been nearly half, but the front line has not retreated, and the soldiers' will to fight has not wavered in the slightest...... Rest assured, Chinese can fight to the death, and we Prussians can do the same......"

"Very well, how is the consumption of ammunition by the various departments now, and how long can it last?"

"Report sir, at present, the biggest consumption is rifle bullets, and the frequency of firing from the rear-loading gun is too fast, coupled with the nervousness of the soldiers on the battlefield, the ammunition consumption is even higher...... I guess I can only hold out until about 4 o'clock in the afternoon......"

Old Moltke's fist lightly pressed against the map, gritted his teeth, and said, "It doesn't matter so much, as long as we can win, it doesn't matter how many bullets we shoot, let our soldiers shoot openly, don't save ...... Who's where? What's in your hand?"

At this time, old Moltgey found the telegraph man standing beside Bismarck, pointed to the information and asked sharply, "I am the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, why don't you give me the latest information?"

The telegraph operator was scared by the two trembling "sir...... This, this is a telegram from Berlin...... It is a ...... for the Prime Minister."

"Shut up... I'm the biggest in this command, and all the information must be read by me first, and no one can mess with my military regulations..."

Under the anger of old Moltke, no one present dared to speak, even the iron-blooded Prime Minister Bismarck obediently shut up at this time. He knew how much pressure his old friend was under now, this was a battle of national fortunes, and the responsibility was unimaginable.

In the real history, when the Battle of Sadowa reached a critical moment, Bismarck didn't dare to ask questions, he could only secretly watch Old Moltke's expression to guess whether the battle was good or bad, don't look at Bismarck's iron-blooded nickname, but this is a politician who knows how to advance and retreat, and knows when to speak and when not to speak.

At Bismarck's acquiescence, the telegraph operator carefully sent the latest information over, and when Moltke's chief of staff looked down, he found that this information was really Bismarck's business. Bismarck has always been in charge of foreign affairs and international intelligence, and today he is a bit too much.

But when he had read the telegram at a glance, he threw aside all his distractions at once, and he said with trembling hands, "This...... Is this true? These Chinese hometowns...... Plagiarized?"

Bismarck nodded silently, and old Moltke slammed his fist on the table in grief and indignation, "Damn the Frenchman, I'm going to fight you to the death... I'm sorry...... I'm really sorry Xiao Lotian... Come on, draw two cavalry regiments from the guard division, and immediately go to the aid of Shiqiao Heights......"

Old Moltke angrily went back and forth in the military tent, "Damn, I really regret it... These Chinese offended France for our Prussia, and now the wrath of French revenge is on Chinese...... But I just treated them so rudely, I just treated them like that......"

Bismarck walked over and patted the chief of staff on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't blame yourself, this is war, you actually understand better than I see, and Xiao Letian understands better...... Don't send troops, it's too late, what you're doing is just trying to get peace of mind, and it's not going to help the battle situation at all......"

Old Moltke let out a long sullen breath, he looked at the officer who was preparing to give the order and shook his head, and finally canceled the rescue order: "We really owe this group of Chinese, if they are completely defeated, I will personally beg His Majesty Xià to let Xiao Letian and his relatives and subordinates come to Prussia for refuge, if His Majesty Xià does not agree, I would rather resign..."

Bismarck listened to old Moltke's cruel words, smiled and shook his head, "Don't think about this, the situation may not be as strict as you think, didn't you just take a closer look?

"Don't worry, China's heritage is very deep, I think this difficulty will not be difficult for them..."

At this time, it can be seen that the tiger girl has dealt correctly, and her composure not only appeases the feelings of the people left behind in Hamburg, but she even appeases the love of the iron-blooded prime minister Bismarck.

Tiger Niu is very thoughtful, there is an accident halfway around the world, even if you are not calm, even if you are crazy and behave, what can you do? Nothing can be changed, it is better to wait calmly for things to change.

Just as the episode in the headquarters gradually subsided, a dense burst of artillery suddenly came from the southern battlefield, and the scale was rare in the entire battle.

"What's going on? Benedek still has a backhand? Is this a salvo from the artillery group?" At the roar of old Moltke, a herald covered in mud broke into the command tent.

"Report to the Chief...... All the Austrian reserve artillery regiments were thrown into battle, and the enemy artillery camps were firing wildly...... We had all been paralyzed by them before, and the Austrians had been using only two-thirds of their artillery power from the beginning of the battle until now...... Now it's their general attack..."

The herald's voice, covered in mud, was hoarse, and there was a dead silence in the entire headquarters, and the red and blue pencils in old Moltke's hands fell on the map with a click.

"Talent... Benedek is really a masterpiece...... Well, since you're going to fight a decisive battle, I'll be with you to the end... The order was given to all the reserves, including my Praetorian Division, to go into battle and kill the enemy even with bayonets......"

General Moltke turned his head to look at Bismarck, and his cold eyes made the Iron Prime Minister subconsciously straighten his back.

"Prime Minister Mr. Bismarck... At this time, I need your ability to coordinate the whole situation, we in Prussia have built so many railways and roads, and there is a telegraph network, waiting for today...... What about the 600,000 reservists you told me earlier, and when will they be able to go to war?"

Bismarck nodded, and without saying a word, swept all the clutter on the table to the ground, and then a larger map was laid out.

"Rest assured, we in Prussia will not fail... Before the start of the campaign, I had given an emergency assembly order to the rear, and now the nearest reserve regiment, fifty kilometers north of Sadova, numbered eighty thousand ......"

"This is just the first wave of reserves, as long as I give an order, the country's railway network will be converted into military use, and the reservists stationed in various places will continue to rush over...... After this wave of bloody battles, if we do not achieve the original goal, we will slowly retreat north and join these 80,000 soldiers first......"

Old Moltke pointed his finger at the map, and the countless corps hidden in Prussia were all revealed: "In 12 hours, I can mobilize another 70,000 soldiers for you, and in 24 hours I can gather another 100,000 soldiers...... In seven days, all the 600,000 reservists I spoke of will be assembled in the north of Sadova, and we will win in Prussia..."

Everyone was stunned, and one of the timid staff officers even subconsciously blurted out "Oh my God... If the war does come to this, how great will our casualties be? Our country's economy will collapse..."

"Shut up... Don't mess with my army...... This is the war of the nation, the battle of the rise of the nation, the opportunity that we in Prussia have been waiting for for a thousand years, and it is now...... It is better to die than to sink into the forest of the nations of the world..."

This is the roar of the iron-blooded Prime Minister, this is the roar of the entire Prussian nation, and this is the roar of every aspiring nation in the world...

All the staff officers stood up and saluted, shouting loudly, "If you don't win, you'd rather die..."

In the midst of grief and indignation, the Elbe Army and the 1st Army began to attack, and countless Prussian soldiers shouted the slogan "Victory or Death" and rolled forward in the face of bullets and artillery bombardment.

The sound of the Mauser and De Sailé rifles rained down on the battlefield, all the officers shouted the call to charge, and the rain of earth from the bombs in the crowd splashed down on everyone's body, and the shattered limbs and severed arms crackled and fell down.

"The warriors of Prussia ... Charge...... Rush up and shoot at close range...... Our rifles are better than theirs, and there is hope of victory as long as we charge forward......"

"Accelerate...... Hasten...... Dodge areas bombarded by enemy artillery...... God inspires us in heaven, and the king watches us behind him...... Long live Prussia ..."

The crowd spread out on the ground like ants, and the casualty figures of the Prussian army rolled upward. At this time, General Benedek also gave the order for a general attack, and 200,000 Austrian troops rushed forward with joy.

"Austrian elites, we are far outnumbered by this group of Prussians, and if we rush forward, we will win even if we fight for numbers...... Hahaha, God bless Austria, God bless the Habsburgs ...

Benedek had gone mad, it was now midday, Karl's second corps had not yet appeared, and the Prussian corps on the opposite side had already wiped out the sharp spirit in the morning's fighting, and now it was the situation of being outnumbered, and the fruits of victory were ripe.

"Hahaha, the final winner is me... Prussians, you remember to me that Austria is the taproot of the German nation, and we are here the main thing..."

Bismarck seemed to have heard Benedek's arrogant roar, and his fists clenched his nails even into his flesh, "Carl, don't let me down... Xiao Letian, don't let me down... Get out of here, get out of here..."

In the silent roar, there were two hot tears of the iron-blooded prime minister.

The same Germany, two different countries, for the common dream of rising, finally shed the last pool of blood in Sadowa.

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