Sebas's three regiments quickly advanced 500 meters and fired at the Prussian troops on the opposite side. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info After a chaotic round of gunfire, the green smoke from the muzzles of the guns obscured the view, and there were few casualties on both sides.

The Prussian army stood behind bunkers piled with sandbags, shooting with only their heads exposed, so the survival rate was very high. They had two battalions of strength and stood in two long columns, trying to snipe at Sebas's infantry division.

"It takes a minute for the Prussians' old guns to be reloaded, and they've become dumb! Now it's time to get on the bayonet!" Sebas knew everything about the enemy's equipment.

The three French regiments seized the minute-long vacuum, loaded their bayonets one after another, and roared "Victory over France" like a tidal wave rushing to the bunkers ahead. Their formation melted into a mess, like a herd of galloping horses.

Because the distance was only three hundred meters, the Prussian army had no time to react. All the Prussian army could do was race against time to get their bayonets ready, and half a minute later, the shouting French privates were already charging and riding in the face. The Frenchman's facial features, distorted by the roar, were particularly hideous under the light of the torches.

The "clanging" of bayonets rang out, and during the white-knuckle battle, the two armies were like two paints that did not match each other, and the front lines were clearly entangled.

However, the garrison of the Prussian army was built extremely scientifically. The spiked wooden stakes placed in the front row not only prevented the cavalry from attacking, but also compressed the foothold of the French, so that the strength of a division could not be fully deployed, resulting in the front row of French troops fighting with knives and knives, and the rear row of French troops bustling forward, like rioters waiting on the platform to squeeze trains.

Relying on the advantage of the terrain, the Prussian army resisted extremely stubbornly, they did not give an inch behind the sandbag, tirelessly stabbed and picked down the French who climbed on the sandbag with bayonets, and the battle losses of the two sides were indistinguishable, and the positional battle entered a stalemate. The Prussian army knew that reinforcements would soon arrive, and as long as the cavalry rushed out of the night, brandished their sabers and attacked the rear of the French army, it was better to knock a few more men into the air - then the collapse of the French army would be a matter of minutes.

Therefore, although the Prussian army was fighting against the strength of a division, they were still full of confidence and morale. In fact, they were excited to take the lead in the first battle!

Immediately afterwards, a shriveled explosion was heard from behind the Prussian empty camp, and the sound of logs rolling to the ground followed, as if the wooden wall had been dismantled.

The Prussian army's heart sank and he couldn't be happy.

Sebas's cavalry brigade had long since rounded the flank of the Prussian camp and blasted through the wooden wall. Then the French chasseurs poured into the Prussian camp. I saw that at the gap in the wooden wall, the galloping chasers erupted like a flood, holding sabers and crashing into the crowd of the Prussian army, and even knocked a few people away.

The image is so poignant that it's like a sandwich covering an egg in the middle, like a mace destroying a delicate daisy.

The morale of the Prussian army plummeted like a waterfall. They held out for a rare ten seconds, and then, in utter despair, began to flee frantically towards the wings, and collapsed.

The coalition lines were torn apart.

Sebas climbed onto the sandbag with his sword in his hand and shouted hoarsely: "Cavalry pursuit! Completely destroy the will of the deserters to regroup! The regiment re-marches, target the Vosges forest, march at full speed!"

His usual rigorous training yielded immediate results, and the chaotic French army immediately regrouped and wriggled into three columns, ordering and prohibiting.

The enemy has been routed, the lines have been torn apart, the Vosges Mountains, a symbol of freedom, beckoned, and a perfect breakout seemed to come to an end. Sebas stood on top of the punching bag with a heart fluttering, fantasizing about the day that would go down in history. He was finally able to show what he was good at, so he was convinced that he would be remembered by all French people as a national hero.

He was grateful to the marshal for giving himself the opportunity to shine.

Then the scouts of the cavalry brigade rushed to the scene, reined in their horses in front of the division commander, and shouted in panic: "The torches of the German army are moving rapidly, and according to observation, the main forces of the enemy forces in the east and north are approaching our department! In addition, the movement of the cavalry was detected at eleven o'clock and three o'clock, the number is unknown, and the direction is unknown!"

Sebas's heart sank, as if he had finally caught his cheating wife, even if he knew it, he still couldn't help but feel like a knife. The night was unusually dark, which not only created an opportunity for Sebas to break through, but also made it difficult for him to figure out the enemy's movements. These difficulties are to be expected.

He could only guess. It's all guesswork.

Those two cavalry units had at least one division. Where are they going to move? Will they go to the Vosges Mountains to make up their defenses?

But why are the enemy's mobile forces rounding me up? Don't they guard against the other French troops who break through? The night is so dark that they can't tell the difference between a feint and a main force, right?

"What is the situation of the friendly breakout forces? If we hold back the enemy's main cavalry, the hope of a friendly breakout will be greatly increased!" Sebas asked the scout.

The scouts were sweating profusely and panicked: "The friendly breakout troops are not moving! The night is too thick, and the enemy must have misunderstood our division as the main force for the breakout, so a huge transfer was made against our troops!" There is a reason for panic.

When Sebas heard this, he felt his lungs burst, as if his chest was full of blood foam mixed with bubbles, and he couldn't cough it out, he couldn't swallow it, and he felt a kind of suffocation.

The marshal's words of encouragement are still in my ears:

"At the same time, other troops will break through in all directions at the same time and launch feints, and the distribution of troops is top secret. However, I have entrusted you with the task of attacking with the highest survival rate, and I hope that you will fight bloodily, not take half a step back, tear through the encirclement with a stubborn will, and ...... you."

"I hope I will fight bloodily, not take half a step back, and tear apart the encircle......ment with a stubborn will," Sebas muttered as he looked up at the dark sky, and felt that the color scheme of the night resembled the marshal's vague facial features in the dark.

"Commander, we, aren't we...... Is it being treated as one of those hopeless ......?" the scout shouted, his eyes full of horror.

But his voice was immediately cut in half by the division commander's roar. Sebas no longer looked at the sky, but looked down at the ranks of the "bang-bang" marching army, and shouted with a fierce voice: "Gentlemen, our victory has terrified the enemy, and they are mobilizing cavalry to try to block our route into the Vosges Mountains! But gentlemen, perseverance in training tells you, are you afraid of cavalry!"

"The bayonet forest is the grave of the cavalry!" shouted the advancing regiment skillfully.

"Gentlemen, the Germans will no longer dare to underestimate our strength! They will send ten times their strength to block the route! But! These encirclements and interceptions will only add to the legend of our victory! So tell me, French soldiers, can you overcome the instinct of fear?" Sebas did his best to vaccinate the soldiers, for he had no choice but to support their morale!

Because Sebas knows that being betrayed by the leader is a force majeure. Marshal Bazin succumbed to the interests of Paris and found himself in a desperate situation, and the marshal abandoned Sebas only so that more French troops could break through. Sebas has no time to hate others, he must race against time to figure out the enemy, think about the line, boost morale, and use all his energy to avoid the end of the total annihilation!

"Victory over France!" the soldiers had no idea what the commander was hiding. Maybe there are necessary lies, maybe there are white deceptions, and the soldiers don't really understand them. But this ignorance brought them an unprecedentedly high morale, and made them distracted and excited to attack the road of survival pointed out by the commander-in-chief. Because from the trembling syllables of the commander, they heard the spirit of life to death, and heard the decision to survive in a desperate situation!

Only a good commander can gain the unreserved trust of his subordinates. Sebas panted and held his command knife, he still firmly believed that his talent would light up this hopeless long night and this lifeless war!