The slogan of Viva de France was like an adrenaline rush to all the soldiers. Hatred of the Prussian invasion erupted at this moment, and the rifles of Shasepo and Spencer opened frenzied fire on the enemy's horses and cavalry. The right hand kept pulling the lever, and the hot bullets were thrown out of the retract port with the smoke of the black powder burning out.

The Spencer Repeater Rifle is not an excellent rifle, and it is less famous than its contemporary, Winchester M1866, but the Spencer is the rising tide of lever rifles, and China at this time during the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty also imported the M1866 and Spencer M1865 repeater rifles in batches, which were called "Thirteen Taibao" and "Seven Breech breeches" respectively.

Although lever rifles did not become mainstream due to their complex structure and low reliability, and were quickly replaced by bolt-action rifles, this did not prevent them from harvesting the heads of Prussian cavalry at the fastest speed at close range.

At a distance of less than fifty meters, the veterans took the rate of fire of the Spencer rifle to the extreme.

With the sound of a gunshot, the backs of the Prussian soldiers burst into a cloud of blood mist, and the cavalrymen who did not have time to escape fell off their horses one after another, and the Chasebo rifles could not keep up with the frantic rate of fire of Spencer, and the sound resounded throughout the plain, until the soldiers were red-eyed, the muzzle of the gun was smoking, and the recoiled sore arms were shaken, and when they raised their heads, they suddenly found that a large number of corpses had fallen on the lawn in front of them. Like wheat stalks harvested by a sickle, they are casually discarded in the field, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The few lone horses were left with their heads bowed and their noses arched at the bleeding soldiers.

The French soldiers repelled the cavalry of the First Bavarian Army, and after a moment of silence, a burst of triumphant cheers flooded everyone's ears like a tidal wave. After months of successive defeats, it had been a long time since they had harvested Prussian heads so happily. Under the frenzied fire of the Gatling guns, the Prussian blood coagulated in the black soil of the plain.

The infantry division took a temporary break and then continued north to support the isolated city of Le Tayl. A good start to the battle, which soothed the original soldier's tightened brows.

They are not facing an invincible army.

The political commissar Berdogon, who was also the commander, did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and after sensing the withdrawal of the participating cavalry, he immediately stopped the signal to attack and ordered the advancing soldiers to regroup.

The recruits' eyes were slightly regretful, and everyone looked at the remnants who were running farther and farther away, and retracted their guns indignantly.

This group of lads from the Hautes-Pyrenees and Matz had just served in the army, and were recruits who had entered the army at a time when Napoleon's commissar system was just becoming widespread.

The recruits still remembered the first fears that the commissar had brought them, and the tall young man in a dark military uniform and a black two-horned hat covering half of his face, holding his revolver in his right hand, spittled and gave a roaring speech to the French recruits standing in a row.

After learning about the duties of the commissar, they were in awe of this stereotyped commissar who seemed to have no feelings.

The discipline of steel made them fearless even in the face of enemies several times their size. Except for one soldier who was grazed in the arm by a stray bullet, no one else was injured.

Even those veterans were amazed by the combat capabilities of these recruits. The French soldiers who had been conscripted in the past, even after two or three months of training, could not be as calm as this team.

The political commissar picked up the cavalryman's saber, and then slammed it into the land of the plain, and said impassionedly to the soldiers behind him, "See? The Prussian cavalry was not invincible, why did they seem so strong? It's just that your previous commanders and army commanders were a bunch of useless rice buckets! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone else looked at each other.

"Now, we're going to let the Germans know that the French army is strong, and they think we're going to surrender? Wrong, France will never give in. This is our land, not a single step! ”

Berdoan's stitches boosted the morale of the soldiers, but he had another layer of concern in his heart. The cavalry of the 1st Bavarian Army appeared here, which meant that they had other supporting infantry divisions approaching in the direction of Le Taylor, and he had to go to the rescue as fast as possible, but they were only an infantry regiment that was not yet fully formed, and the Prussian army would quickly chase after it.

They must be evacuated as soon as possible.

Berdoan noticed a soldier crouching on the ground, gesturing with a twig. He quietly walked over to the other party and observed for a while. Then he patted him on the shoulder, "Soldier, what are you doing?" ”

The soldier who was squatting on the ground turned his head and saw the commissar standing behind him, and suddenly stood up, a little at a loss. Facing the gaze of the political commissar, he had no choice but to explain truthfully, "Report sir, I am thinking about how to avoid the enemy's army. ”

"Oh?"

Berdohan became interested and asked, "What would you do if you were the commander?" ”

Seeing that the political commissar did not blame himself, the soldier plucked up his courage and said, "We are just an infantry regiment that has not yet been formed, and even if we speed up, we can't avoid the pursuit of the enemy's cavalry, not to mention that they have a whole regiment, with infantry responsible for attacking, cavalry flank cover, and artillery fire in the rear to suppress our camp. So it's better to head to the nearby towns and hold on. The victory over the Prussian army just now was not because we were stronger, but because we made effective use of the terrain for defense. In this way, we can not only kill and injure a large number of Prussian troops, but also avoid the end of our total annihilation. ”

After speaking, he still looked at the chief's face uneasily.

After listening to the other party's explanation, Berdoão did not reprimand loudly, but narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man of medium stature.

The soldier was thinking about exactly what he feared. The disparity in numbers, against a Bavarian infantry regiment of five or six thousand men, is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

"You know that once we enter town, we are surrounded by the same amount? If the enemy chooses to besiege but not attack, the entire infantry regiment will be trapped here. ”

The soldier shook his head and said, "The city of Saint-Conley can be chosen, because it is a necessary fortress to enter Le Taylor, and the Prussian army will not choose to besiege and not attack, and their purpose is the same as ours, to support Le Taylor's attacking forces." So the Bavarian army also did not have much time. ”

After listening to the other party's explanation, Commissar Berdoon nodded and said, "Yes, young man, what's your name?" ”

The young man replied calmly, "Sir, my name is Ferdinand Fosse, from Tabes in the Hautes Pyrenees, and I am studying at the Institut Matz. Just in time for the final conscription deadline, I heard that the government was actively organizing a counteroffensive, so I did not hesitate to assume the army. ”

"Ferdinand Fuxi?"

Commissar Berdohan repeated, remembering the name. He smiled and said, "Young people have the plan and courage, maybe you will become a handsome man in France in the future, but now I just lack an adjutant." So from today onwards, you are not a private. ”

When the soldier named Ferdinand Fuxi heard the good news, he saluted the commander with joy and said, "Yes, sir. ”