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Although the fortress was a military town, it was packed with 80,000 French troops, food supplies were depleted at a rate visible to the naked eye, and foul-smelling garbage was piling up at a rate that could not be tolerated by humans, and the fortress became more and more like a tomb. Anyone with a modicum of common sense could see that as long as Frederick's coalition continued the siege, the morale of the Metz army would crumble within a week.

The Chalons never appeared, so the Mace Legion had to rush out.

Marshal Bazin mistakenly put the huge army in a starving disadvantageous position, and he must be held accountable for his decisions. In the long sleepless nights, Marshal Bazin began to plan the breakout campaign.

The battle could well have turned into a legion battle that would decide the fate of France. But Bazin had to take that risk, because he had to pay for Parisian paranoia. He had to rush out.

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"Night" is so deep that it loses its brilliant blue and becomes a lifeless black curtain. The sparse stars are like holes in the curtain.

For illumination, the German-Prussian garrison was lit with torches. From the top of the fort, you can see that the lights of the coalition forces are concentrated in three main directions: the right flank battle group in the north, the center battle group in the east, and the left flank battle group in the southwest.

The lights of the three camps flowed and radiated into a circle, and the stars enveloped the fortress under the night sky, like three glowing manta rays, encircling the prey of the deep sea with their thin wings. The radius of the circle was approximately equal to the firing range of an 18-pounder infantry gun. The coalition forces were arrogant.

Therefore, the target of the sneak attack of the breakthrough army is the thin wing of the "manta ray", which is the weakest position of the light.

"See? The enemy is deployed in the north on the right flank battle group, consisting of Prussian troops. They did not seem to be so compatible with the German troops deployed in the east. So the junction of their defenses—that is, the sparsely lit part—is the most vulnerable link in the whole encirclement;" Marshal Bazin pointed out the target of the sneak attack to the division commander, and he pointed out the country on the wide bastion platform, and the figures of him and the division commander were blackened: "War is a tug-of-war between two chains. The key is to find the most vulnerable link of the other party and attack it. So I order you to take advantage of the darkness of the night and lead your division to the northeast and attack the enemy's most vulnerable joints. You will tear open the gap, and you will go to Sedan after the breakout, where we will join the Chalons. Our army must regroup, and then launch a strategic counteroffensive. ”

"Yes, Marshal!" the division commander was excited and encouraged, and immediately took the order. His silhouette seemed to melt into the night, and only the military hat was as clear as a large dumpling.

The marshal asked him to go upstairs in full gear late at night and appointed a breakthrough mission in the dark night, which made the heart of this infantry division commander who had never met with talent surging. He thought with enthusiasm that gold could not hide the brilliance, and the marshal had finally begun to reuse me.

"I wouldn't put all my eggs in the same basket. At the same time, other troops will break through in all directions at the same time and launch a feint, 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 stubborn will, and bring the troops back to Sedang!" Marshal Bazin turned his head and encouraged the division commander. Even if the four eyes met, the marshal's face was blurred in the darkness.

"Thank you, Marshal for cultivating!" Even in a desperate situation, the division commander was so moved that his head was hot. He knew that although the breakthrough attack had the advantage of a preemptive strike, it was easy to fall into a stalemate -- and once it was stuck by the enemy's superior forces, it would inevitably fall into dark despair. Therefore, whether to tear apart the enemy's inferior forces and escape, or to encounter the enemy's superior forces and be miserable, depends first on the favor of the goddess of luck, and secondly on the distribution of the marshal.

"Sebas, you have few military achievements, but I know you will shine, I always know. And today's long night will be lit up by you. The marshal solemnly pressed the shoulders of the division commander Sebas, and made a categorical promise: "On the day of the rendezvous with you in Sedang, I will promote you to the rank of deputy sergeant!"

"Victory over France!" Sebas shouted and saluted.

As he descended the tower without a word, Sebas walked down the dimly lit staircase of the fortress, quickly constructing a plan for the movement of the army in his mind. "The sneak attack should be quiet, so let the steady first column be the vanguard, the cavalry brigade cannot participate in the battle, they will detour back to the enemy's flank in the melee, and quickly end the stalemate with a charge, ensuring a smooth breakthrough...... In order to be decisive in attacking, it is necessary to take advantage of the time difference in enemy support...... It is necessary to guess the enemy's deployment and response, and find opportunities in it......"

While Sebas was thinking, the marshal was summoning the other division commanders to assign collective combat missions. But Sebas shrugged off the mediocrity, because he had already had the opportunity to shine in this battle and gain the power he coveted, a chance to achieve more feats, and even become the next invincible emperor of the battlefield.

Ambition is the driving force behind ordinary people's extraordinary achievements. Sebas was grateful for his persistence and for the marshal's decisiveness.

The marshal really has a good eye for people, and he dares to reuse unknown talents at critical moments. France will rise tonight.

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The lights of the Germans spread out in the night, like the stars on the earth.

Sebas dismounted himself and led his colt into the shadows of the hills. The shadow of the hills hung over him, as well as over a long line of infantry. All the French soldiers were solemn, nervously carrying their guns, hunched and advancing quickly. With the help of the cover of the terrain, they marched as close as possible to the German garrison.

In order to conceal the ranks, the cavalry dismounted and walked quietly, quietly following the division commander.

This infantry division maintained strict night discipline. Sebas had already made an exciting pre-war mobilization, and the morale of the entire force was high, and he vowed to conquer the breakout battle as a sure victory.

"One kilometer, only one kilometer left from the German garrison. Sebas's heart was beating violently, "Closer, closer, the greater the success of the sneak attack, the higher the survival rate of the breakthrough." ”

Suddenly, there was a sharp gunshot in the hills to the south, and the German camp a kilometer away immediately became agitated, torches began to flutter, and shouting German was faintly audible.

"They set up scouts on the hills, and we were discovered!" Sebas gritted his teeth, he wanted to advance another 500 meters before charging, "but it doesn't matter, gentlemen! When the enemy reinforcements arrived, we would have eaten this German army long ago and integrated into the Vosges forest! So! The first column of the corps marched out of the mountains and marched forward at three-quarters of a pace! The second and third columns formed the left and right flanks to resist the cavalry attack and defend the formation to the death! Show courage gentlemen, and we will defeat France!"

Sebas was a commanding division commander, and his roar was carried out into the will of the soldiers, and the skilful privates could no longer hide, they roared and rushed up the hills, quickly forming a powerful three-line horizontal formation, advancing to the beat of military music and drums, and the melodious flute sounded the marching soldiers in the style of a military parade.

With a kilometer to go before the Germans, Sebas had to think about conserving the soldier's physical strength, so he chose to advance at three-quarters pace. The regiment came to the outskirts of Metz late at night, obviously not to run a kilometer, and physical strength had to be used to support morale and annihilate the enemy. The more you are strategic, the more you have to be steady.

Sebas thought a lot. The enemy's nearest main camp was ten kilometers away, so the enemy's main infantry could not intervene in the breakout of Sebas in time, and the only one who could arrive in time was the cavalry. But Fran the Great said that a cavalry without infantry is nothing more than a paper tiger. Sebas could use the flanks of the upper bayonet to protect the Chinese advance. He sent a division of troops to uproot the stronghold, believing that he would soon be able to crush the opposing infantry, and then began a ten-kilometer march - as long as he made it into the Vosges Mountains alive, the chances of survival would be greatly increased.

According to his observations, the German camp in front was sparsely lit, and at most there was only one battalion of troops. He can easily let them rout, and as long as he takes care of the defense of the cavalry, he can complete the breakout.

And he must be convinced that the legendary Invincible Order of Knights is not nearby. He had to believe that because he had no choice.

Dragoons and Silver Knights, please be sure not to show up. Just give me a fair fight and I can brighten up the whole war. - Sebas gritted his teeth in prayer.

And he got his wish. The dragoons and the Silver Knights just happened to be out of control of him. The legendary German Knights were holding a military council southwest of the Metz Fortress, as they belonged to the most ferocious left-wing battle group. It was Frederick the Great who personally led the most elite male division, penetrated into the deepest hinterland, and divided the ranks of Macmahon and Bazin. Because his aim was to annihilate the entire Chalond Legion and the Metz garrison.