Karl von Pock was a very ordinary colonel in the Austrian Legion, and his assault battalion had been fighting in a decent manner throughout the morning's battle, and he could accomplish all the tasks but by no means excellent, and he was like a screw in the 200,000 Corps, and you may not notice him, but this huge military machine is indispensable for such a screw.

A screw is a screw, even if he is important, he will not be noticed, the Prussian intelligence agencies will not notice him, his existence is just a character in a thick intelligence file.

Colleagues on the Austrian side would not pay too much attention to him, after all, the strength of a battalion is simply insignificant on such a grand battlefield.

It's a pity that everyone underestimated the battalion commander of Boke, and also underestimated General Benedek, just today, when the general received the unfavorable information about the battle of the Thorn Flower Division, he did not have the slightest hesitation to order the mobilization of this group of killer weapons.

Under Benedek's secret arrangement, he planted more than a dozen battalions of sharp knives in advance in the army of 200,000, God knows how he screened and boosted morale, and when his order was given, these screws suddenly turned into a bone-piercing sharp cone.

"Warriors of the Empire, it is time for us to give our lives, and rush forward with me...... Pierce the enemy's formation, charge..."Battalion commander Pok didn't need to motivate his brother at all, an entire battalion of soldiers had actually been reorganized before the big battle, and these more than 300 people were all dead.

It was the most loyal to the Kingdom of Austria, to His Majesty the King, and to whom the Kingdom bestowed upon them the greatest rewards and post-triumphant honors. Soldiers brainwashed by money and conviction have no fear in their hearts, and their fanatical eyes only have the desire for victory.

More than a dozen sharp knife battalions launched a decisive charge at the Prussian position almost at the same time, and if you look down from the sky, on the long Austrian position that stretches for more than ten kilometers, ten sharp horns of the charge composed of crowds of people are forming, and the shouts of killing have doubled at that moment.

The unprepared Prussian army was beaten only with the power to parry and did not fight back, looking at the Austrian dead soldiers who rushed up with bayonets with fanatical faces, countless Prussian positions even retreated on a small scale, and the battle situation suddenly became extremely critical.

The Sharp Knife Battalion, this is the most top-secret killer weapon in Benedek's plan, even if these more than ten battalions are wiped out in his plan, but the most brutal white-knuckle combat can also greatly deter the morale of the Prussian army.

By that time, if they were superior in numbers over Prussia, their morale would be superior, and their artillery numbers would have the upper hand, then even if the Prussians had good rifles, the victory would have been Austrian.

Benedek's plan was very successful, especially the battalion commander Polk was the sharpest of all the sharp knives, and he was opposite the Prussian 7th Division, which was guarding the forest, that is, the shield of the entire Prussian army's left flank.

"Charge, crush the 7th Division...... Let our troops outflank us, crush the left flank of the Prussian army, and collapse them...... Long live Austria... Long live the King..."

"Hooray," the soldiers shouted and leaped through the jungle, no matter how hard and dense the Mauser rifles on the opposite side were, and none of the fanatical soldiers flinched.

At this time, the Seventh Division of the Prussian Army had been holding out in the woods for two hours, and the morale of the army was very delicate.

The soldiers were already very tired, and the cries of the enemy and the wails of the wounded were constantly tormenting their nerves, and they could stand up to such a group of killing gods there.

With just one charge, the command system of the 7th Division was disrupted, and the enemy and us were suddenly in a scuffle, and the exhausted Prussian soldiers were forced out of the jungle by the frantic hand-to-hand combat of the Pok battalion without holding out for even a quarter of an hour.

Taking advantage of your illness and asking for your life, the rest of the Austrian army, inspired by the Pok battalion, launched a frantic attack on the 7th Division, and the left flank of the entire Prussian army was in danger.

"Oh God... Benedek is a madman, he actually arranged a group of dead soldiers?He actually wants to use the most primitive white-knuckle assault to break our morale?" Old Moltke in the Prussian command was about to go crazy, his chest seemed to be stuffed with a handful of burning thatch, and the pungent smell spewed out of his nostrils.

But at the most critical moment, the aristocratic temperament that the old general had cultivated all his life of reading and cultivation once again prevailed, and he gradually calmed down from his rage.

"Give the order to the 7th Division, I believe they will be able to hold the left flank of our army, and the brave soldiers of Prussia will not give up at this setback......"

"Also, you sue them...... You tell them that on the western stone bridge heights, the two battalions of the Chinese have also been caught in a bitter battle of being outnumbered by the enemy, and they have not retreated a step until now, and they are also fighting hand-to-hand, and they have withstood the siege of a division with their bayonets......"

Old Moltke slapped his palm on the table and yelled, "That's a friendly army... That's the guest army... It was Chinese that had just been defeated at the hands of Britain and France, and their civil war in the country had not subsided until now...... Even they can sacrifice their lives to fight, should our glorious Prussian regiment be deserters..."

"Go... Convey my exact words to all the officers and men of the 7th Division... ...... right away."

In the roar of old Moltke, the telegraph office began to send telegrams, and the cavalry of the herald began to gallop towards the left flank of the position, and the orders flew straight to the Seventh Division in duplicate.

When the military order was conveyed to the 7th Division, after a short silence, the entire division erupted into a beast-like roar, and the pace of retreat finally stopped, from the division commander, brigade commander, regiment commander, battalion commander...... All of them pressed up, and the entire Seventh Division was united in hatred of the enemy, and at that moment they made up their minds.

"Either the whole army will be annihilated and the enemy will rush over with our corpses, or it will be firmly nailed here, and no matter whether it is 10,000 or 100,000 people on the opposite side, we will not be able to take half a step back......"

"The soldiers... Do you remember the Chinese soldiers who rescued the orphans on the Hamburg fire ground? Do you remember the Chinese regiments who fought bloody battles on the Franco-Swiss border? They took a group of rookies from the Hamburg boot camp and used only 700 men to block the siege of an Austrian heavy division on the Stonebridge Heights......

"Even the Prussian guests have risked their lives to fight, are we Prussian men all eunuchs without a species? Fought with them......"

At that moment, no one paid any attention to the command system anymore, and now even the division commander rushed to the front line with the guard company, and every minute and every second there were officers dying on the front line, and it was with this madness that they successfully withstood the white-knuckle assault of the Pok battalion and the flanking attack of the two armies.

"Sniper...... The battlefield is in the direction of eleven o'clock...... That was the commander of the Polk battalion...... Shoot him ...... "In the chaos of the battlefield, the battalion commander of the Poke battalion finally revealed his whereabouts, and three Prussian snipers had locked on him.

After three shots, the brave Colonel Pock collapsed in a pool of blood, and the Prussian left flank was finally stabilized.

In the general headquarters, the old General Moltke's face was still cold, even the news of the stable battle line in front of him did not make him relax for a moment, and his eyes wandered the map like a falcon.

Beside him, the iron-blooded Prime Minister Bismarck still had a little bit of the past at this time, and all his attention was now on General Moltke's face. The general's expression is more relaxed, and his mood is better, if the general's expression is colder, the string in his heart will also be nervous.

Bismarck knows very well that a layman cannot lead an insider, although he has experience in the army, but his ability is a division commander, like this kind of big battle of hundreds of thousands of people strangled together, his ability is simply not enough.

Iron-blooded Prime Minister, his stage is still in domestic affairs, in diplomacy, he knows where his strengths and weaknesses are, so his respect for Chief of General Staff Moltke at this moment is absolutely from the heart.

"General... Isn't the front already stable? Why are you still frowning? Don't worry, we in Prussia will not fail, and even if Sadova loses a small defeat, I can still mobilize 600,000 reservists for you......

Old Moltke let out a long sigh and waved his hand to stop his old friend's encouragement, "I know, I know what you're going to say...... I'm ashamed and regret it now......"

"I ...... I'm sorry Xiao Lotian, and I'm sorry for those Chinese... Now the key to reversing the whole battle lies in the Prince's Second Corps, and if the Second Corps wants to reach Sadova along the lì, it must take the Stone Bridge Heights......"

"Now the place where Xiao Letian is fighting hard has become a key node in the victory or defeat of the battle...... As long as he can hold out until he joins up with the Second Legion, as long as he can buy time for Prince Karl to win, as long as he can do it, victory will be ours..."

General Moltke rubbed his temples in pain and said in a deep tone, "I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect Xiao Letian to really devote himself to this battle and work so hard...... Why didn't I put the Praetorian Guard in command in the first place? Why am I so stupid......"

"Bismarck... My old friend...... I'm too conflicted now, from my personal feelings, I hope Xiao Letian withdraws, they have sacrificed enough, it's not easy to do this......"

"However, from the perspective of the empire, from the position of this commander, I hope that Xiao Lotian and they will not retreat..."

Old Moltke's eyes moistened a little, and he said in the weakest voice, "Your Royal Highness, please hurry, hurry...... Honorable Prime Minister of the East, please hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer......"

Bismarck looked at his old friend's painful expression, he could understand his struggle, "Old friend, don't worry, I know Xiao Letian, I can understand what these Orientals are thinking, what is hidden under their calm faces is a raging volcano, and he can gamble his own ...... for victory"

"Don't worry, since he chose to stick to the Stone Bridge Heights, then he knows the significance of this Heights...... I'm sure he's not going to back down..."

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