"Don't retreat!"

The French Warlords were still very intimidating in the army, but the cavalry commander at the front was furious and questioned the Warlords.

"Who gave the order! Can't you see that this is a muddy field? Our cavalry is forced to shoot at several times our infantry, and the other side has artillery, and sooner or later my men will have to give full account here! ”

"It's General Compaoré!"

"Who is Compaoré? And what about Marshal Oudinot? ”

"Marshal Oudino has been dismissed! Now under the command of General Compaoré! ”

The cavalry commander was stunned, he had heard of the change of generals in battle, and it was the first time he had heard of the change of generals on the battlefield.

"! You go tell that Compaoré! It's a muddy field, my cavalry can't run at all, and if we continue to fight like this, we'll be wiped out!" ”

"Are you saying you don't have what it takes to hold this place?"

"I mean, if he continues to fight like this, he's going to bury France's most elite cavalry unit in this muddy pool!"

"I will truthfully convey to General Compaoré your disrespect to him after the battle, and now I ask you to go back and hold your ground, the great French army does not need cowards."

Hearing the word coward, the cavalry commander was instantly furious, he was a legitimate general, and the officer of the overseer in front of him was just a lieutenant colonel who dared to talk to him like this.

"Boy! Who do you call a coward? When Lao Tzu went into battle to kill the enemy, you were still playing with mud! ”

However, the young officer of the Warlord's team did not give the general face, he just said indifferently.

"Whoever leaves his post without permission is a coward!"

"Desertion!?"

The cavalry commander viciously repeated this sentence again, but obedience is the duty of a soldier, especially this kind of cavalry officer who has received aristocratic education since childhood, this concept is even more deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

"Good! Then you are responsible for this war! ”

The young officers of the Overseer were silent, they were all specially trained to be threatened by this kind of threat, and they would not take any responsibility on their own initiative.

The cavalry commander looked at the other party's expression, he just felt worthless for his subordinates, and he fought with his life, but he would not get any promises from the other party.

He suddenly felt sad in his heart, but he still gave the order that would make him regret it for the rest of his life, regardless of victory or defeat.

"Don't retreat!"

At this point, however, the Overseer officer spoke again.

"Your Excellency, there is a mistake in your communication. General Compaoré's order is to disperse this enemy force, and you should attack with all your might. ”

"You" the cavalry commander was almost speechless with anger.

"If you can't tell, I can do it for you."

The Overseer officer cleared his throat.

"Assault of the whole army! Those who retreat will correct the Dharma on the spot! ”

Hundreds of members of the Overseer shouted in unison: "Assault the whole army!" Those who retreat will correct the Dharma on the spot! ”

The voice was so loud that even the soldiers in a normal life-and-death struggle could hear it.

The members of these warlords are carefully selected fierce men, with a minimum requirement of 1.80 meters, and at the same time they hold the best weapons in the army, have the best supplies, and have the highest salary.

Naturally, they were desperate for the government and the officers under their command, but the rest of the French army had a very strong opinion of this group of devils.

However, those soldiers also knew how dark the hands and hearts of this group of Overseers were, and it was light to be sentenced to death if they were targeted by this group of people, and most of the people who were targeted by them would be worse off than dead.

The Overseers are even more terrible than the gendarmes in those cities, who are law-oriented, and the former can torture you as long as they think you might be a deserter.

No matter what kind of tough guy he is, when he arrives in the special cell set up by the Overseer, he will beg to be spared like a pitiful worm.

Although the elite cavalry of the French army had great grievances at this time, and knew that the chances of continuing the attack were not good, but due to the existence of the warlords, they could only bite the bullet.

In grief and despair, some French cavalry wanted to rush over and fight the German coalition forces in front.

But the mud in the middle left the brave and fearless warriors to die in a comical way in the way of the charge.

Relatively speaking, the German coalition army was not as panicked as it was at the beginning of the war, and General Vincent Morris was the commander of the German coalition army at this time.

Vincent Morris was not a native of Luxembourg, but a Bavarian Guards officer.

After the revolution of 1848, the young officer voluntarily joined the current.

Vincent Morris, though young, was not incapable, he studied in Vienna and Berlin, graduating with honors, and was retained by the governments of both countries.

However, Vincent Morris rejected the high officials of both countries and decided to return to Bavaria to carry out military reforms.

However, when the great reformer returned to Bavaria, he found that he had no way to rise at all, let alone reform, and if he wanted to join the army, he had to give gifts to people first, otherwise he had to start from the bottom.

Vincent Morris thought about his own experiences, and he didn't find it difficult to start from scratch.

When he first arrived in Vienna and Berlin, his classmates would look down on him and even laugh at him, and none of his mentors would look down on him.

The Austrians would always laugh at his mountain accent and call him the Northern Nephew, while the Prussians liked to call him the Southern Barbarian.

Especially when it comes to his hometown of Bavaria, the disdain of his classmates will be even heavier, that poor country that can only farm? A country where men are coolies and women are some kind of fowl?

But those are only temporary, he is better than anyone else, and he will prove himself.

In the end, both the arrogant Viennese and the outrageous Prussians would bow down to him.

Those teachers would praise him very much, those classmates would look at him with envy and jealousy, and even those high-ranking officials of other countries would deign to win him over.

However, it was in the Bavarian army that Vincent Morris learned what reality was.

The Bavarian army was in disarmament, and training was impossible. If you want to be promoted and make a fortune, you won't come to the army, you will go to be an artist.

After all, the king of Bavaria at this time was more fond of art, and it was said that every court minister had his own unique skills, and the witch of the country was even more than ten thousand people under one person with her outstanding talent.

As for the other avenues, it seems that they have been blocked. The European continent has been at peace for a long time, and although there have been occasional skirmishes, most of them have not been fought against Bavaria.

Vincent Morris had nowhere to go even if he wanted to, and after several years of stumbling, he finally waited for an opportunity - the Luxembourg crisis broke out.

Vincent Morris thought it was a good opportunity to make a difference, but misinformation, broken command, and prevaricating politicians led to hundreds of thousands of troops being chased by thousands of Frenchmen.

Vincent Morris himself became a captive of the French, but it was in that showdown between Jean Durde and Albrecht that he found meaning in his life.

On that day he saw what it means to be truly devastated, and the French army, which had been defeated by a hundred enemies, was crushed and torn apart like weeds in front of the real German army.

After that, whether it was the unity of the people in the Alsace-Lorraine crisis or the thousands of miles of help during the Swiss Civil War, Vincent Morris's blood boiled.

Eventually, these events turned Vincent Morris into a staunch German nationalist.