When the thin spray of green light rushed towards Isaac, it had the side effect of ionizing clouds, making the drizzle heavy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The raindrops soon soaked the field, and from time to time the Fran soldiers' leather boots stepped into puddles under the turf, one high and one low, and the line gradually became disordered.

And the heavy 6-pounder field guns were also stuck in the mud and could not move an inch. In the dense drizzle, the rate of mute fire of the field artillery also rose sharply, and the sound of the artillery was sporadic and uneven, and it could not even break a piece of skin on the city wall.

On the contrary, the 32 guns on the city wall were in excellent condition, dry and comfortable, and the city defense guns were completely unaffected by the rain, they roared and retreated one after another, and the solid shells whistled and flew in the rain, and smashed the wet grass; the shells not only splashed into the mud, but also rebounded, jumping like water and crashing into the crowd, and scratching three or four arms and thighs devastation, before exhausting their kinetic energy and slowly rolling to a stop.

The solid cannonball of the classical era was extremely heavy, and the moment it landed, it did not seem to fly fast, but in fact it contained terrifying kinetic energy, it could pass through the crowd like an invincible bowling ball, and inflict damage on an entire line of infantry at the same time with broken arms and legs.

The Fran army, which was advancing side by side, was knocked over by shells every once in a while, like a row of neatly stacked dominoes, and from time to time the shells were ploughed through a ditch. The linear queue is like a sheared ribbon, broken by a cannonball.

"The rain is too heavy, the field artillery is not playing well, we can't afford the losses and advance!" The army commander crawled to catch up with Isaac's mount, and shouted in embarrassment: "We need to withdraw and rest, wait for the next ten divisions to arrive, join forces together, and then cut off the Munich supply line, besiege the city for half a year, and definitely trap Frederick in Mingxing City!"

Isaac's face was drenched in rain, his lips pursed into a line, and he was silent for a minute. His intelligence system was more efficient than Frederick's, so he had to make the most of it.

He thought about it carefully: "Frederick left 12,000 men to garrison Wiener and 8,000 men to support Munich alone, why did Frederick dare to divide his troops? Therefore, as long as the supply line is cut off, he can besiege the city and trap Frederick. ”

"Will the international situation allow for a six-month siege of Munich? Looking at the foreign countries, Prusha is in full swing preparing to attack Sirisha, so the North German states will stand idly by; looking at the domestic side, while the HRE Empire has just collapsed, the South German states are administratively chaotic, slow to send troops, and may even refuse to fulfill their obligation to send troops. Therefore, our side has the superiority in military strength and the right time and place, and we must take advantage of the fact that the new presidential administration is not firmly established and decisively extinguish it, and we have indeed seized the best opportunity. ”

According to reconnaissance, Frederick left 8,000 Wiener legions at the foot of the Alps to protect the supply lines. He was so proud that he had once again dispersed his forces - so we only needed to assemble urgently, and then use our numerical superiority to completely annihilate the Wiener army outside the city, and we could achieve the triple purpose of cutting off supplies, annihilating the living forces, and forming a siege circle. ”

Isaac thought for a full minute before he raised his scabbard categorically and gave an angry order: "Stop advancing!"

The commander breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and climbed on his horse, and galloped to command and dispatch. He succeeded in inducing Isaac to declare war on Frederick, and then calmed Isaac's emotions, allowing Isaac to put aside his internal conflicts and concentrate on revenge against Frederick - now that his mission was complete, it was enough for him to dispatch and command Isaac and fulfill his duties.

An inevitable heavy rain drove back the besieging forces. Isaac commanded the legion to retreat in an orderly manner to carry out an even more ferocious plan of revenge.

The ionization effect of the clouds was extremely short-lived, the showers were collected as soon as they were released, and in the blink of an eye, the rain was blue and blue, and the blazing sun slowly roasted the land dry and hard, and it was immediately convenient for marching.

Isaac seized the opportunity to draw up a battle plan with his commander, and after leading 12,000 men to rest and assemble, he made an emergency movement north of Munich.

And Isaac didn't waste the paladin cultivation that his relatives gave him with their lives. He found that although he could not defeat one against one hundred, he perfectly met the requirements of modern special operations thinking.

So Isaac himself set out, and like a Grand Master, he shot out of the barracks in an instant, and galloped like a phantom, like a strong wind blowing through the wilderness, methodically hunting and killing the German scouts.

A charismatic knight who has entered the realm of "Angel's Pupil", takes off his heavy armor, runs lightly, his steps are even lighter than a cheetah, and his figure is even more erratic than a hornet, enough to play the role of a ghost in the wilderness. Isaac was like a lone wolf running in the field, and when he attacked the scouts, the poor hussars felt nothing but the wind blowing—they died so neatly that they didn't feel the pain of having their heads cut off.

When Isaac walked back to the barracks in blood, he was bowed and worshipped by the soldiers, as reverent as a pilgrimage. Because Isaac shook off his bags, he poured out epaulettes that rained - German epaulettes were sprinkled all over the grass like worthless waste paper.

But the non-commissioned officers can recognize that those epaulettes are the epaulettes of the first class chasers, these chasers are the elite of the light cavalry, usually undertake reconnaissance tasks, provide flank fire harassment in battles, and are the military branch with the highest kill rate. The epaulettes of the first class of the Chasseur are equivalent to the chief non-commissioned officer of the army, and the same rank as the commander of the infantry squad.

These chasseurs are generally out of range of the legions, and it is impossible to even lock them down, and hunting them down is even more mythical.

In other words, in three hours after Isaac's dispatch, he killed more than thirty elite soldiers who were treated to catch up with the junior officers.

This is not only a myth, but also has unimaginable tactical significance in the classical era, and has achieved the effect of military blinding: through the special operation of excellent individual soldiers, the slaughter cavalry in charge of reconnaissance has been killed, and the German intelligence field of vision has been compressed to the limit, which is equivalent to blinding the German army. In this way, the Parisian army could move overnight to the foothills of the Alps, complete the build-up, and surround the 8,000 German troops stationed outside the city, and fight at night to finally complete the total annihilation - without the Germans noticing.

If Isaac had charged, he might have been killed by a solid shell if he was lucky enough to do it - but he fused 20th-century tactical thinking and used his superior physical fitness to create a special operations precedent. Because the lone hussar was no match for Isaac.

In the eyes of Fran's soldiers, those erratic and cunning German chasers were suddenly miraculously harvested by Isaac in large quantities, and Isaac seemed to be descended from heaven to earth, and his status was suddenly transcendent. The soldiers began to develop an obsessive religious cult of Isaac, and the rudiments of the "Illuminati" quickly sprouted from the Parisian legions.

It's not the scariest thing.

The most terrible thing is that in order to create sufficient conditions for the siege of Munich, the army of the Legion of Paris will surround the Veener Legion at midnight and launch a war of annihilation, and the Elena who is stranded in the Venus Legion will not know it.