Prussia and Xiao Letian's Ryukyu are now basically regarded as a quasi-alliance. Not only do they share common interests, but the most important thing is that the spirit of these Chinese people has infected the entire Prussia.
But an alliance is an alliance. As a matter of communication between countries, three points of enthusiasm must be accompanied by seven points of caution. Governing a country cannot rely solely on emotions. Therefore, every move of Xiao Letian and his group of Chinese people in Europe was monitored by Prussian intelligence agencies.
The latest intelligence analyzed by Pierre, coupled with Huniu's performance, was converted into a telegram and sent to Berlin in less than an hour. The Imperial Ministry did not dare to neglect the filing and quickly forwarded it to the Sadowa headquarters.
At this time, the Battle of Sadova was still going on, the Second Army had not arrived on the battlefield, and the situation was still grim. When the telegraph operator arrived with the latest intelligence from Berlin, Commander-in-Chief Moltke stood quietly in front of the map like a statue, and the surrounding staff officers did not dare to express their anger.
"What are the casualties of the Seventh Division now? Can they still hold the left wing? Send them a report immediately. As long as they protect the left wing, I will go to His Majesty to ask for credit!"
"Reporting to your Excellency the Chief of General Staff, the 7th Division has suffered nearly half of its casualties, but the front line still refuses to retreat, and the soldiers' will to fight has not wavered at all... Please rest assured that the Chinese can fight to the death, and we Prussians can do the same. …”
"Very good. How is the ammunition consumption of each unit now? How long can it last?"
"Sir, the biggest consumption at present is rifle bullets. The breech-loading gun fires too fast. Coupled with the nervousness of the soldiers on the battlefield, the ammunition consumption is even higher... I estimate that we can only last until about four o'clock in the afternoon. …”
Old Moltke pressed his fist lightly on the map and gritted his teeth and said, "It doesn't matter so much. As long as we can win, it doesn't matter how many bullets we use up. Let our soldiers open fire and don't save... Who is where? You What’s that in your hand?”
At this time, Old Mao found the telegraph operator standing next to Bismarck, pointed at the intelligence and asked sternly, "I am the commander-in-chief of the battlefield, why don't you give me the latest intelligence?"
The telegraph operator was frightened and said, "Sir... this, this is a telegram from Berlin... It's specially addressed to the Prime Minister..."
"Shut up! I am the biggest in this command. All information must be reviewed by me first. No one can mess with my military rules!"
Under the anger of Old Moltke, no one present dared to speak. Even the iron-blooded Prime Minister Bismarck obediently shut up at this time. He knows how much pressure his old friend is under now. This is a battle for the fate of the country, and the responsibility is unimaginable.
In real history, at the critical moment of the Battle of Sadova, Bismarck did not dare to ask questions. He could only secretly watch the expression of old Moltke to guess whether the battle situation was good or bad. Don't look at Bismarck carrying a The nickname is iron-blooded, but this is a politician who knows the general situation and knows how to advance and retreat. He knows when to speak and when not to speak.
With Bismarck's acquiescence, the telegraph operator carefully sent the latest information. When Chief of Staff Moltke looked down, he found that this information was really Bismarck's business scope. Bimarck has always been responsible for diplomacy and international intelligence work, but he went a little too far today.
But after he read the telegram at a glance, he immediately put aside all distracting thoughts. He actually said with trembling hands, "This... is this true? The hometowns of these Chinese people... have been raided. ?”
Bismarck nodded silently, while Old Maoqi punched the table with grief and anger, "Damn French guys, I will fight you until death! I'm sorry... I'm really sorry for Xiao Letian! Someone come here , detach two cavalry regiments from the guard division and immediately rush to reinforce Shiqiao Highlands..."
Old Mao Qi was angrily pacing back and forth in the military tent. "Damn it, I really regret it! These Chinese offended France for our Prussia, and now the fury of French revenge has been poured out on the Chinese... But I just said , I treated them so rudely just now..."
Bismarck walked over and patted the chief of general staff on the shoulder to comfort him, "Don't blame yourself, this is war. You actually see it better than I do, and Xiao Letian understands it better... Don't send troops, it's too late." , what you are doing is just to seek peace of mind, but in fact it will not help the war situation at all..."
Old Maoqi let out a long sigh. He looked at the officer who was preparing to pass the order and shook his head. Finally, he canceled the rescue order. "We really owe this group of Chinese people. If they are completely defeated, I will personally I beg your Majesty to allow Xiao Letian and his relatives and subordinates to take refuge in Prussia. If your Majesty does not agree, I would rather resign!"
Bismarck listened to Old Moltke's cruel words, smiled and shook his head, "Don't think about this. The situation may not be as serious as you think. Didn't you take a closer look just now? Xiao Letian's wife, a weak oriental woman , how calm was she when faced with such shocking information?"
"Don't worry, China has a very profound foundation. I don't think this difficulty will be a problem for them!"
At this time, it can be seen that Huniu responded correctly. Her calmness not only calmed the emotions of the people left behind in Hamburg, she even calmed the emotions of the iron-blooded prime minister Bismarck.
Hu Niu is very considerate. If something unexpected happens halfway across the world, what will happen even if you are not calm at this time, even if you go crazy and behave erratically? If nothing can be changed, it is better to wait calmly and wait for things to change.
Just as the interlude in the headquarters gradually subsided, a burst of intensive artillery sound suddenly came from the southern battlefield. The scale was rare in the entire battle.
"What's going on? Benedek actually has a back-up plan? Is this a salvo of artillery fire?" Just as Old Moltke roared, a messenger covered in mud broke into the headquarters' tent.
"Reporting to the commander... All reserve artillery regiments of the Austrian army have been put into battle, and the enemy artillery camps are firing wildly... We have been paralyzed by them before. The Austrian army has only used two-thirds of its troops from the beginning of the battle to now. Artillery power...is now their general attack!"
The voice of the messenger who was covered in mud was hoarse from the roar, and there was a dead silence in the entire headquarters. The red and blue pencil in Old Moltke's hand fell to the map with a clatter.
"What a hero! Benedek is indeed a hero... Well, since you want a decisive battle, I will accompany you to the end! Pass the order and all the reserves, including my Guards Division, will be thrown into the battlefield, even with bayonets. Kill the enemy back..."
General Moltke turned to look at Bismarck, and his cold eyes made the iron-blooded Prime Minister straighten his back subconsciously.
"Prime Minister Mr. Bismarck! At this time, I need your ability to coordinate the overall situation. We in Prussia have built so many railways, roads, and telegraph networks. We are waiting for today... Where are the 600,000 reserves you told me about before? When can we enter the battlefield?"
Bismarck nodded and swept all the debris on the table to the ground without saying a word, and then laid out a larger map.
"Don't worry, we Prussia will not fail! Before the battle begins, I have issued an emergency assembly order to the rear. The nearest reserve regiment is now fifty kilometers north of Sadowa, with a strength of 80,000... "
"This is just the first wave of reserves. As long as I give the order, the railway network across the country will be converted to military use, and reserve soldiers stationed in various places will come in a steady stream... After this wave of bloody battles, if we have not reached the original After setting the target, we will slowly retreat northward and join these 80,000 soldiers first..."
Old Moltke pointed on the map, and all the countless regiments hidden in Prussia appeared. "Within 12 hours, I can mobilize another 70,000 soldiers for you. In 24 hours, I can gather another 100,000 soldiers... Seven days later , the 600,000 reserves I mentioned will all be gathered in the north of Sadowa, and Prussia will win at this stop!"
Everyone was stunned. One of the timid staff officers even blurted out subconsciously, "Oh my God! If the war really goes this far, how big will our casualties be? Our country's economy will collapse!" "
"Shut up! Don't mess with my military morale... This is a national war, a battle for the rise of the nation. We in Prussia have been waiting for an opportunity for a thousand years, and now... we would rather die than sink into the world's nations!"
This is the roar of the iron-blooded prime minister, this is the roar of the entire Prussian nation, and this is also the roar of every nation in the world that aspires to rise!
All the staff members stood at attention, saluted and shouted, "Victory or death!"
In the midst of grief and anger, the Elbe Army and the entire First Army began to attack. Countless Prussian soldiers shouted the slogan "Victory or Death" and rolled forward against a hail of bullets and artillery bombardments.
The intensive firing of Mauser and Desire rifles sounded like a torrential rain on the battlefield. All the officers shouted the slogan of charge. The rain of mud set off by the bombs in the crowd splashed on everyone, and the broken limbs were broken. The arm fell down with a crackle.
"Prussian warriors! Charge... rush up and shoot at close range... Our rifles are better than theirs. As long as we charge forward, there is hope of victory..."
"Accelerate...accelerate...get out of the way of the enemy's artillery fire...God is inspiring us from above, the King is watching from behind...Long live Prussia!"
The crowds of people spread out on the ground like ants, and the number of Prussian casualties rolled up. At this time, General Benedek also issued a general offensive order, and the 200,000 Austrian troops rushed forward with joy.
"Elite Austrians, our numbers are far greater than this group of Prussians. As long as we charge forward, we will definitely win even if we count the number of people... Hahaha, God bless Austria, God bless the Habsburg dynasty!"
Benedek was already going crazy. It was already noon, and Karl's Second Corps had not appeared yet. The Prussian Army on the opposite side had lost all its energy in the morning's battle. Now we were outnumbered. situation, the fruits of victory are ripe.
"Hahaha, I am the winner in the end! Prussians, remember, Austria is the main root of the German nation, and we are the Zhengshuo here!"
Bismarck seemed to have heard Benedek's arrogant roar. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails even dug into his flesh. "Karl, don't let me down! Xiao Letek, don't let me down either! Give it to me quickly." Come out, get out of here!"
In the silent roar, there were two rolling tears of the iron-blooded Prime Minister.
The same Germany, two different countries, finally shed the last pool of blood in Sadowa for the common dream of rising.
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