After more than half a century of silence, the grenadiers returned to the battlefields of France, but by this time they were no longer an elite force, but a unit to compensate for their inferiority.

In the era of platoon guns, grenadiers were often used as an attacking force, turning the tide of a local battlefield or crushing the enemy's most important blows: the standard tactic was to line up the guns, then march in line, then throw the bombs when the bullet was reached, and finally charge directly with bayonets. Because the opposite side is often already broken up at this time.

However, the Slavic wretchants also took the grenadier to the extreme, relying on the long-range firepower advantage of the unicorn cannon, plus the lack of ammunition, even the grenadiers did not get much shooting training, plus Suvorov's 300-yard bayonet charge tactics. The Maozi Grenadier Regiment basically ignored the shooting, and did not bother to throw grenades, and directly charged on the bayonet Ulla, and the original Russian-French war proved that this trick was very effective against the French. A large group of grey cattle of European steamrollers rushed up with grenades in their left hand and bayonets in their right hands, and everyone was afraid.

The beginning of the eighteenth century was the glorious age of grenadiers. The bravery of the grenadiers of the Imperial Guard was still a sign of that era, and the Pavlov Grenadier Regiment became a model of the heroic charge of the Russian army; The 1st Prussian Grenadier Regiment was the embodiment of steely discipline in the days of the First Empire.

But the glory will eventually decline due to the changes of the times.

However, with the improvement and popularization of long-range killing weapons such as howitzers and rifled guns, the simple and crude combat aspect of grenadiers is slowly losing its advantage. In the Battle of Waterloo, even the elite veterans of the elite Praetorian Guards Grenadier would collapse under the fire of the British in rows, while the small but elite British Army simply began to light infantry, abolishing almost all ordinary grenadiers except for a few elite regiments with a historical heritage.

Now Napoleon returned a small number of grenadiers to the infantry ranks, just to cope with the shortage of artillery in the French legion. With the encirclement of 120,000 Chalon's legions at Sedan and the besieged Bazin's legions, the French army, which was short of heavy artillery, had to adopt a small number of grenadiers to make up for the lack of artillery.

Thinking that the French infantry regiment lacked equipment, the first Prussian soldiers who rushed up did not think that in addition to Spencer's bullets, there were grenadier grenades waiting for them.

Although it is only used as a short-range shell in small quantities, it can still effectively deal a fatal blow to the opponent depending on the height of the building. The grenades rolling down the slope still emitted white smoke, and under the cover of night, they silently burrowed into the crowd and exploded at the feet of a soldier.

In addition, the whole town presents a gradient from north to south, and the Prussian soldiers in the lowlands are at an absolute disadvantage.

Prussian soldiers had not seen such weapons for more than half a century, and the first thing they did was to pick up and throw them back, as experienced soldiers of the First Empire. However, this group of soldiers drafted for compulsory military service had obviously not experienced such a combat scene, and instantly panicked when they saw the grenadier's grenade.

Courage determines life and death in a moment.

After leaving behind dozens of corpses, the Prussian army retreated in a hurry, and since its participation in the Franco-Prussian War, the Low Rhine regiment has shown a devastating momentum and has not suffered such losses.

The guns of the town gradually thinned out, and the unprepared Prussian army faded again, dishonoring the glory of the Low Rhine, because three times the strength of the enemy could not take the choke town.

The commissar silently closed the map and papers, threw him into the trash, removed the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall, and turned his head to the guards beside him.

Facing the other party's puzzled gaze, he explained, "Let's do it, the time for the final battle has arrived." Burn all the documents in the church, and you won't have to guard this place, it will be destroyed soon, so all of you will give me to fight on the front lines of the battlefield. ”

The commissar took one last look at the church, then picked up the Shasebo rifle that had been set aside, and walked out with heavy steps.

The church behind him was drowned in the firelight, like a lighthouse, illuminating the face of every soldier. The soldiers of France still waited for the moment of dawn with the belief that they would never retreat.

From a great distance, even Prussian soldiers could see the light of the church's fire.

For them, it was an insurmountable chasm.

In the base camp of the Low Rhine Regiment, the army commander looked at the soldiers who returned dejectedly, and his face gradually became unbearable, and the Earl of Tann told him that he must see the news that St. Conlay was taken before dawn, otherwise all the top leaders of the Low Rhine Regiment would be replaced. He made a promise, but no one expected that he would be helpless against an infantry regiment without any artillery support.

After the failure of the third attack, he finally ordered the artillery to move forward, and shelled the entire town at no cost. In any case, at dawn, take them down.

Otherwise, they will all be dismissed!

At five o'clock in the morning, dark clouds had covered the sky, and this was the darkest hour before dawn.

The bombardment of the Krupp cannons began, and the Prussians decided to crush the will of France with artillery fire.

The walls of the bunker had begun to peel off, and the dust shook off with a constant roar, disgraced the Commissar of Bedorion, but with a firm step, he walked towards the front. For he was going to the front, to fight the last battle with the young soldiers who had been with him day and night.

From beginning to end, Bedorion has been carrying on his promises, appearing on the front lines at the most critical moment for his country.

He slipped the bullet into the pouch and walked forward with a grenade, the black night sky outside being dazzled by the town's firelight and artillery fire like flying fireflies.

There were soldiers around him who constantly crossed the commissar and kept attacking forward. There was no timidity or cowardice in his eyes.

The artillery fire did not stop their determination to fight to the death, the political commissar was the backbone and spiritual pillar of the infantry regiment, and as long as he was still there, this team would not disperse.

The soldier subconsciously moved closer to him, and the stars surrounded the political commissar.

It was the only team in the Franco-Prussian War that suffered more than three-quarters of its casualties and remained undefeated. They even saw the Prussian soldiers in the distance, ready to attack them, like a spreading tide, surging all over the world.

He raised his rifle and said to the soldiers who kept rushing forward.

"Forward, soldiers!"

"Even if France fights to the last man, it will never retreat and never surrender!"