Troop marching has always been very particular, especially for new heavy-armed divisions like the Thorn Flower Division with more than 10,000 people. They need to be very careful. Who will be the outpost, who will cover the left and right flanks, who will protect the fragile artillery, and how. Effective communication of orders between departments is a rigorous science.
Count Tabris and the 4th Brigade are the most important commanders and main force of the entire Thorn Flower Division. They are naturally in the core area of the march, while the 2nd and 3rd Regiments are responsible for the security of the left and right flanks, plus As the vanguard of the first group, the thorn flower masters formed a huge mountain shape in the entire wilderness.
If there are tens of thousands of people, there will be no boundaries. Earl Tabris and Brigadier Penka could only rely on maps to coordinate and command the army. They could not see the edge of the legion's march. There were black heads everywhere, horses running through, and gate after gate. of field artillery.
The scene of tens of thousands of Huben troops marching is extremely spectacular. If the commander stays in this environment for a long time, he will subconsciously develop an arrogant aura of conquering the world.
Count Tablis, who was over fifty years old, was riding on horseback with a serious face, looking at the thorn gardener rolling forward with bright eyes, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
I am already old. Maybe this time is the last time I go to the battlefield. Whether I can advance to a higher level in the imperial military department will only depend on this battle. Will I be able to live in Vienna after retirement? I will still be in despair. Go back to your manor and see if the blocking battle is good or not.
"Boys, don't let me down. You are the most elite thorn flower masters. You have received the best training and the most supplies from the empire. The empire has always treated you as its core force... moving forward , move forward, don’t let the king down, don’t let the empire down…”
The old count stretched out his hand and waved to the advancing soldiers, and his soldiers responded to him with a wave of cheers.
"Long live the king...Long live the empire...We must win! We must win..." The cheers before battle are always inspiring. The old count has heard them countless times. He knows how to boost the morale of the soldiers.
The old earl kept a smile on his face, but slowly his smile solidified a little. Why was a different flavor revealed in the cheers? Soon he discovered something unusual. It turned out that right in front of the legion, the cheers quickly dissipated, and a burst of noise came over.
"Commander! What's going on? Go and have a look right away..." Before he could finish speaking, six cavalrymen were seen heading straight towards Count Tablis from north to south in the opposite direction of march.
"General...sir...emergency..." The old count took a breath of air when he saw it. Isn't it the commander of the fourth brigade, Baron Penka, who led these six cavalrymen? He is not in command of his own team, so why did he come to see me at this time?
An unknown feeling surged into his heart. When Pengka and his cavalry rushed in front of the earl, the old earl's vision went dark and he almost fell under his horse.
"Aren't you Kafka, commander of Alan's second battalion? Why are you in such a mess? Why did you leave the first regiment and come here?"
The old count's memory was correct. Kafka was an imperial viscount like Alan, but his military service was shorter than Alan's, so his current position was only a battalion commander.
Look at Kafka's miserable state. His military uniform was scratched by bushes, and dirty soil was everywhere. Look at his eyes, and he actually showed a look of despair.
"Water...give me some saliva..."
"How long has it been since you still need water? Tell me quickly..." With a snap, the riding crop in the old count's hand struck Kafka like lightning, causing him to tremble all over in pain.
"No, the first regiment has been defeated. It was the Chinese who did it... Our intelligence officers are all idiots. They didn't even find out such important information. The Prussians and the Chinese mixed up two A battalion... is currently stationed on Shiqiao Highlands..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...General, please avenge the first group. They are not human beings, they are all devils in hell...I have never seen such hand-to-hand combat. They actually eat human flesh alive..."
What a mess. When the old count saw that Kafka was on the verge of collapse, and then looked at the surprised eyes of the soldiers around him, he quickly gave Brigadier Penka a wink, which meant that he quickly shut his mouth.
But at this time, Pengka had a sad face, pointed to the north and said helplessly, "General, it's too late... Look, the defeated troops have retreated..."
The teacher looked up and saw, right? Against the direction of the main march, a group of hapless soldiers were retreating from north to south, pulling a long and sparse queue.
The healthy ones carried the seriously injured ones, and the seriously injured ones carried the slightly injured ones. Many people were so saddened when they saw the friendly troops appearing that they sat down on the ground, covering their faces and sobbing and wailing.
After all, there is friendship between friendly forces. Everyone is part of the Thorn Flower Division. When the first regiment encounters such a disaster, other troops cannot just watch. Countless medical soldiers rushed out of the team and began to nervously treat these comrades.
"What's wrong with you? Did you encounter the main Prussian force? Is it the Second Corps? If they were them, it would be no wonder..."
"Don't ask, it's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing... What we encountered was not the main force of the Prussian army at all, what we encountered was only two battalions..."
"What? There are only two battalions? You have never fought two battalions in one reinforced regiment? Do they have strong artillery support? Or are they all cavalry?"
The injured person being questioned was so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head. "No, it's none of them... That's just two infantry battalions, and there are many Eastern faces among them. We really don't know what kind of army this is." , Anyway, we were defeated, completely defeated..."
The soldiers of the Fourth Brigade were dumbfounded. How could such a thing that goes against common sense happen? Even though the Thorn Flower Division has the nickname of a noble and dandy division in Austria, the quality of ordinary soldiers and low-level officers is still very high. The empire has put a lot of effort into protecting this group of young masters.
"How could this happen? With your numerical superiority and the support of the artillery company, you can lose just by doing this?"
The injured person in question was so embarrassed that his head was almost stuck in his crotch. "No...not only that, we were actually...actually repelled by the enemy with bayonets, and their rifles were better than ours..."
With a bang, all the soldiers in the 4th Brigade booed, and even the medical soldiers couldn't listen anymore. The sutures in their hands tightened sharply, and the wounded soldiers gritted their teeth in pain.
"Shame, you are the shame of the Thorn Flower Master, so shameful!"
It was not just the ordinary soldiers who were angry. The old count was almost mad at the 'good deeds' done by Viscount Alan. The old general pointed his trembling finger at Kafka and muttered for a long time without saying anything.
After a full three minutes, the teacher sighed and waved his hand, "Go down, send him down, let him rest... Pass my order to merge the artillery battery of the first regiment into the artillery regiment of the fourth brigade. The front army speeds up... We must avenge the first regiment..."
At this point, the old earl let out a long sigh, "We have to rescue Viscount Alan no matter what. You are a noble noble, and you can't be a prisoner..."
Under the order of Count Tablis, the Thorn Flower Division began to accelerate its march. The 4th Brigade, as the main force, took a straight line and attacked the Stone Bridge Highlands, while the 2nd and 3rd Regiments formed a pincer formation, surrounding the Stone Bridge Highlands on the left and right. The east and west wings.
"Accelerate, accelerate! Surround the highlands from the east, west, and south, and let go of the north to leave an escape channel for the enemy. Only in this way can they shake their will to fight..."
The furious old count did not lose his mind. He remained calm. He knew that his most important task was to occupy the high ground and delay the Second Army. As for revenge for the First Army, it was only a secondary task.
The angry veins on the old count's forehead popped out, and small blood spots appeared one by one. The military doctor next to him knew at a glance that the old general's blood pressure was extremely high.
"General, please calm down, please calm down..." The military doctor poured out a large handful of medicines and delivered them to the count. The furious count chewed up the medicines and swallowed them into his stomach without using any water, just like eating.
"Accelerate, accelerate! We have no time. You don't know. The commander-in-chief of the Second Army is the prince of the Kingdom of Prussia. The 120,000 elites under his command are the essence of the entire Prussian Army. If they rush to the main battlefield now, We in Austria are in danger..."
"I don't care if the first regiment was wiped out, and I don't care about that loser Alan. I'm not a nanny, and I don't have the obligation to look after the children... I have to be responsible for Austria, and I have to be responsible for the king! Regardless of fighting How cruel, I just want victory, I just want that high ground!"
Now that the old earl had spoken to this extent, the commander of the fourth brigade, Baron Pengka, without any hesitation or concern at all, gave a military salute and rode his horse towards the north.
"Prepare for war, prepare for war... All battalion-level officers gather here and prepare for war!"
Only now has the Thorn Flower Master officially entered a state of war. Everyone has put away their frivolous attitude towards a day trip to the battlefield. They finally understand that the mission given to them by General Benedek is not a gilded battle at all. In fact, it is a real iron-blooded journey.
Just as the Thorn Flower Division began to accelerate its march to the north, more than 40 kilometers west of the main battlefield of Sadowa, the huge military formation of the Second Army, which stretched for several kilometers, had begun to pack up and was about to set off according to the original plan.
The huge army of 120,000 people set up a group of tents as far as the eye could see, covering the entire wilderness. Prince Carl's military tent is at the highest point of the camp. Standing here, he can overlook the entire wilderness. As far as he can see, everything is an army, and there are soldiers everywhere.
"It has been more than a hundred years. We in Prussia have been accumulating for more than a hundred years. We have drained every copper in the country. We have mobilized every man. Our military service system has reached a terrifying 25 years... "
"All Europeans say that we are madmen and slaves of militarism, but who of you can understand our desire to be rich and powerful? What are Britain and France? Why do you occupy the most colonies on this earth? Our German nation also wants Rich and powerful..."
Just when he was secretly cruel, a sharp roar suddenly came from behind him, "Report to the Commander-in-Chief! The sentry received a group of strange messengers... They turned out to be several Chinese!"
"Huh? China's messenger? Why would Xiao Letian send someone to find me?"
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