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The Prussian army holding on to the river bank waited for the 100,000 French troops to throw themselves into the net, waiting for work at ease, and outnumbering the enemy.

Flannthe Great disembarked at the Strasbourg fortress and took over the command of Marshal Bazin, planning a lightning strategy that was overwhelming.

All three parties have the confidence to win. But only one person persevered to the end.

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On the bullet-ridden Prussian positions, the trenches were piled up with corpses to block access. An unkempt signal soldier scurries through the trenches. The trenches were constantly blasted open by bullets, and the dirt hit him on the cheek like firecracker crumbs, causing him to bow deeper and raise his hand to cover his face.

In the afternoon of the day before yesterday, the French First Army crossed the river and advanced, swallowing three positions in a row and advancing towards the hinterland of the Prussian army. Behind this position is the village of Prader, where the Prussian front-line command is stationed. And Prince Karl, who commanded the war, observed the terrain on the high ground of the village of Prade.

The superiors gave a death order that they must hold their positions for four hours and retreat at night.

The signal corps staggered 500 meters to the limp corpse, searching for the front-line commander. The weather was hot, and the corpse of three days ago was already stinking, and the pungent sour smell made him want to gag.

Soon, he saw the conspicuous Colonel Carrad. This unscrupulous soldier is so conspicuous, both in the trenches and on the medal platform. His large pitch-black cap sprouted out of the trenches, and his military insignia reflected as if he were ordering an opposing sniper to aim at his skull.

Colonel Callad was bowing his head and stabbing his breech gun, and he set the rifle in front of him, stabbed an iron bar into the barrel, and stabbed it roughly.

The "Colonel......" signal corpsman had just pounced on him, and a shell smashed outside the trench, and the earth bloomed like a flower, and flew in the sky like a fountain of water. The colonel and the signal corpsman's ears were ringing, and they threw themselves into the trenches, and the earth was poured down on their heads and faces, and they were almost buried.

Soon, the colonel shook his head and shook off the dirt and poked his head out of the trench. Groups of French troops hid obscenely in rocks and craters, five hundred meters from the trenches. They were scattered, scattered and hidden, as if they were waiting for something. The opponent did not have a dense formation, and even the colonel of the Prussian army could not raise the desire to shoot in formation, and his own artillery was even more helpless.

"Scattered formation, what kind of attack is this?" Colonel Callad muttered to himself, snorting a mouthful of phlegm. The first time he saw the skirmish line tactics, his first feeling was extremely aggrieved and uncomfortable, which made him have the urge to scold. Because the enemy refused to get together, his smoothbore guns and artillery had little chance of hitting.

"Colonel!" the signal corpsmen shook off the soil and shouted hoarsely amid the roar of artillery: "Prince Karl order, plant explosives in the trenches, and abandon the position in four hours! You lead your troops to retreat into the village of Prad and wait for the cavalry brigade to make a detour!"

Calade thought it was ridiculous. Without trenches, the Prussian army could not fight at all. Because the French army had breech guns, it could be reloaded in a crouch, it could be reloaded on its stomach, it could be reloaded in the most comfortable position behind any ridiculous bunker. However, the Prussian army used breech guns, and for thirty seconds of loading, they had to stand.

Standing in the trench and stabbing the barrel of a gun can still give people a sense of security - if you leave the trench, won't you be targeted?

Moreover, the French army was in a scattered formation, in groups of three or five, and it was difficult to be hit. On the contrary, the accuracy of Chasport's rifled rifles was so impressive that the French only needed cats to reload behind the stones, and from time to time they would shoot at the head of the army, and the Prussian army suffered huge casualties.

When the French began to use skirmishers, the era of lining up to shoot came to an end. The Prussian army's best march to death has not been able to reap any results. Because of the frontal defeat, they were forced to retreat again and again, and the trenches became their only defense.

Now the prince ordered them to abandon the trenches, retreat into the villages, and go mad?

Karad couldn't have imagined the beauty of the field battle with the Chasport rifle. The rifle's penetration, ballistics, range, and hit rate were all as good as if they had been blessed by the goddess of victory.

Once upon a time, the Prussian army at one time despised breech guns. There was a general who joked that the noble people ate with their mouths in the front, and only the ugly reptiles ate with the holes in the back.

The breech-loading smoothbore gun once brought the glory of line tactics, and the kind of death march with discipline and dense formation is an experience that every soldier is proud of. Every round of dense gunfire is an unforgettable victory.

However, the giant wheel of the times was pushed hard by someone, and the speed of update and iteration was unexpected. After the breech-loading guns were quickly equipped with the French army, the Prussian tradition of worshipping breech-loading guns was destroyed beyond recognition.

The breech gun suddenly fell behind.

Because the times are advancing, no matter how much they are nostalgic for the glory of the past, the outdated things will be run over by the giant wheel of history, and no matter how they use their mantis arms as a car, they will be crushed to pieces.

Although the French army consisted of only 100,000 men, they took the initiative. For all the guns in their hands eat through the holes in their backs.

The only thing that could stop the French army was artillery. This is the reason why the French troops scattered and concealed at a distance of 500 meters and did not charge for a long time.

However, abandoning the position in vain, Colonel Carrad was very unwilling. Losing positions in a row is more uncomfortable than eating.

The cannon is still roaring. The suppression of the Prussian fire continued, but the artillery could not support the positions all day. No matter how heavy the shelling is, there will be times when it stops.

The real fight only began at that time.

"Abandoning the position is to lure the enemy deeper! The Northern Army is moving southward, reaching the village of Prade in three days. At that time, the 1st and 2nd Army Corps will be completely deployed to annihilate the French army!"

Colonel Carrad thought to himself, why did you plant explosives? Not to mention holding for four hours, Lao Tzu was fine for eight hours, so why should he give up his position?

But complaining is complaining, and without saying a word, he obeyed the order, and called the company commander of the reserve with yelling and scolding, and ordered him to arrange the trench that he had worked so hard to dig into a large minefield.

Suddenly, the sound of the artillery stopped, the world was silent, and only the bloodshot "buzz" remained in the ears, and even the sound of gunfire could not be heard.

The artillery positions stopped shelling and began to cool and maintain the artillery.

In an instant, the dust settled, as if the rain was blue.

Colonel Callad clenched his breech gun and looked out, and as soon as the big cap was exposed, it was greeted with a crackling gun, and the bullets made the trench dusty.

He saw that the French army in the woods had come out hunched over, using stones and craters as cover, and was approaching the trenches.

"Get on the bayonet!" he leaned into the trench and ordered the living with a hoarse voice: "After the enemy enters a hundred meters, shoot, and then enter the bayonet battle!"