This battle report can be described as tragic. Even the 1st and 2nd Cavalry Regiments under the command of Prince Frederick Karl fought more than 30,000 men to the death against Bazin's Rhine Hussars, which was only a one-to-one battle for battle losses. But the content of this information poured cold water on Prime Minister Bismarck, who was bound to win.

Chastrov observed that Bismarck's face was not quite right, and subconsciously glanced at the telegram, but the content of a few lines made people's expression change suddenly, and he gasped and stared at the telegram closely.

Two companies, the 1st Battalion of the 1st Chasseur Regiment and the 2nd Chasseur Regiment Expeditionary Force under the command of the 1st Bavarian Army, were attacked in a carnage and almost completely annihilated, while the French army did not report any battle damage.

"What the hell is going on?"

Although the total strength of one battalion and two companies was less than 1,000 men, Bismarck was still shocked by the fact that the French infantry division he had encountered before could not be defeated by the whole army, even if it was brave.

Could it really be the reincarnation of Napoleon?

Bismarck didn't look back, and said to the adjutant behind him, "Is there any mention in the feedback that which Prussian unit was it that annihilated the expeditionary forces of the First and Second Chasseur Regiments?" ”

He wondered what kind of team they had come up with, and it was the result of the defeat.

And what the adjutant said next made the old man stop moving forward and turn back with incredible surprise.

"It is said that the new French army, newly reorganized by the Wehrmacht, is on its way to Le Taylor to support the remnants of the besieged Seventh Army and the 2nd Cavalry Division."

This shock was far more incredible than the breakthrough and counter-attack of the Rhine Army. Although it was only an innocuous mistake in the Franco-Prussian War, he keenly sensed from this small mistake that something might be happening.

"The telegram replied that I need to contact Crown Prince Friedrich and ask what happened to Le Taylor."

Bismarck's face was gloomy and he walked in the direction of the base camp, leaving General Chastrov with an embarrassed face. The Bavarian Army was part of the Third Army, and it was during this Franco-Prussian War that the commander of the Third Army was "gilded" in order to better succeed his father, Crown Prince Friedrich Wilhelm I. Bismarck was the right-hand man of King Wilhelm I, and he did not need to look at anyone's face, nor did he need to look at the face of the crown prince.

If the war is lost, the crown prince is also responsible.

In the eyes of others, this was a terrible war, and the Prussian officer who commanded the operation should be brought to court martial, and the commander of the Bavarian Legion, Tyne, was destined to avoid the accountability of Prime Minister Bismarck.

Located on the right bank of the Vaenne River, Le Taylor had a natural barrier to slow off the Prussian army's attack. After the defeat at the Battle of Sedan, part of the army that had acted according to the Trochu plan was not completely encircled, but retreated to the city to reorganize. The Provisional Government also provided Le Taylor with an infantry division and ammunition supplies to strengthen the city's garrison.

If Le Taylor had fallen, the gates of the province of Mézières would have been opened, and the Prussian army would have marched straight in, like a sharp sword into the southwest of France.

The 33rd Infantry Regiment, immediately after the defeat, Napoleon ordered the recruitment of new soldiers from all over the country to form a new infantry regiment, led by veterans and commissars of the war-torn Seventh Army to Letayl.

Unfortunately, however, they encountered the Bavarian Army, which had been sent to support the 11th Army, and this army belonged to General Tann, the "Bloody Count", who had terrified the enemy with his iron and blood in the Austro-Prussian War.

More than half of the soldiers, who had not experienced much of the war, faced a fierce pack of German wolves.

The cavalry captain raised his bayonet and aimed it at the camp, which had not many people on guard. Originally, they were supposed to be a team that outflanked and cooperated with the infantry, but they wanted to take this unsuspecting team by surprise.

"But the captain, acting on your own without artillery and infantry support is already contrary to our operational ......"

"The opportunity is fought for by oneself, and by the time the infantry and artillery feel it, this group of people has long slipped away. They were not war-hardened soldiers, just a group of improvised peasants. Command, attack! ”

At the command of the commander, all the cavalry units were ready to go on a killing spree in the camp.

Billowing smoke and dust, swept through a cavalry detachment, rushing towards the camp.

Even the unprepared recruits faced the last group of fierce Prussian light cavalry, no one was frightened or retreated in a panic, everyone silently loaded their summer rifles with bayonets, waiting for the attacking enemy.

Having spotted the traces of the cavalry, the French soldiers did not flee in a panic, but retreated to the edge of a bush line, ready to shoot the Prussian cavalry. And the political commissar with a serious face stood at the front of everyone, passing the military orders of the General Staff of the French Third Reich layer by layer, and conveying them to the ears of every soldier.

"Crush and destroy all the enemies that come to you, and France is with you."

He raised his saber in his hand.

Pointed to the attacking Bavarian cavalry regiment.

The bayonet shimmered in the sunlight with a dazzling cold light.

At this time, the French Legion did not have a perfect political commissar system, and only temporarily served by excellent army commanders, including wartime mobilization and morale boosting.

The mobilization for war had been emphasized countless times before that if they lost, there would be no Lancy again.

Eight hundred meters, the dark blue uniforms of the Prussian army slowly became clear, densely spread out in the soldier's field of vision. They could almost hear the neighing of their horses.

In front of them were tents set up as bait for traps, and smoke rose from the cooking, and they thought it was an army that had just been stationed.

Five hundred meters, the recruits could almost see the blinding white light reflected from the buttons of the sprinting cavalry's uniforms, and they frantically rushed into the camp, slashing every white tent with their rifles and bayonets. However, as the cavalry sprinted, they were alarmed to find that it was an empty camp.

Three hundred meters, it was too late for the Bavarian cavalry regiment to stop the charge, and they faintly saw a red figure in the bush line. The distinctive bright red pants of the French army left a red dot on the retina.

"Fire."

With a wave of his hand, the Gatling hand-cranked machine guns hidden in a cross on both sides began to erupt yellow tongues of fire, harvesting every life of the charge.

Instead of a bulky and fixed hub-type gun mount, the modified Gatling gun was a hinge that could be reversed at will, and Napoleon used this modified machine gun to reap the heads of the charging cavalry.

The cover of cross-fire with the advantage of terrain caught the cavalry team by surprise.

The pungent smell of gunsmoke and blood filled the thin air, and the Prussian soldiers in dark blue coats seemed to feel the tingling sensation in their lungs with every breath. They had intended to take out the small group with a tentative attack before the enemy could detect it, but when the Gatling guns showed fierce firepower, they knew it was too late.

The turf on the ground was torn open by bullets, revealing the black earth, which was pitted like a conical funnel and densely packed in front of the camp.

Four machine guns were not enough to suppress enemy fire, and a part of the cavalry broke through the line. Rushing towards the forest line, they could not retreat, leaving their backs to the muzzle of the gun, which was tantamount to death.

However, they guessed one thing wrong, and the French army at this time was no longer stubborn and rigid in the Napoleonic era. The cavalrymen, who broke through the cover of crossfire, saw the muzzle of the Mitryojoz machine gun and aimed it at themselves.

This was the earliest large-caliber shotgun, which could almost be classified into the range of small-caliber guns. Previously, McMahon ordered this weapon to be used only as a defensive weapon for artillery, but Napoleon used it as an infantry support weapon.

All 25 shots were shot out in one go, and stumps and broken bones flew all over the sky.

It was like a scythe swinging in front of the Prussian cavalry, leaving only the severed body of the waist.

For the first time, the Prussian cavalry felt the fate of being slaughtered on French soil, and they had not even had time to advance the infantry supporting in the rear.

I thought it was just a group of lonely lambs, but I didn't expect it to be a monster armed to the teeth.

The cavalry that rushed to the vicinity of the forest line finally began to break down, turned their horses and tried to escape, and seeing that the situation was turned in an instant, the commissar took the lead and pointed his bayonet at the fleeing Prussian soldiers.

"Long live France!"

The loud voice spread throughout the jungle, and after the political commissar gave the order, the soldiers with Spencer rifles and Chasebo rifles rushed out of the woods and charged towards the panicked Prussian cavalry.

And the earth-shattering shouts finally converged into a unified slogan.

The gloomy clouds overhead pressed down, breathless. The slogan was like a hammer that slammed into the chest of the German nation.

"Long live France!"