The Prussian Empire's Chief of General Staff and Imperial Prime Minister, two top officials, one civil and one military, cried like a child at this moment. Fortunately, there were no spectators around, and there were only two of them on the watchtower. Otherwise, if the news leaked and the enemy country heard about it, the entire Prussian national image would be greatly damaged.
The two old men, who were both over 100 years old together, clenched their fists and knocked hard on the log railing. At that moment, their frustrations and sullenness were released.
"We in Prussia have been preparing for this battle for ten years! How many more decades have passed in life, and how many people have not seen the victory in the end? Fortunately, God still loves Prussia, and we finally won!"
"Countless men and women, workers and peasants, students and soldiers...all the people of the entire Kingdom of Prussia have devoted everything they have to this war...Our economy is close to collapse, and we have drained the last copper from the people. If we fail, we will be doomed!"
The two of them clasped their hands tightly and said in unison, "God bless! We finally won!"
The watchtower was built tall and strong. The craftsmanship of German engineers was not exaggerated. The temporary wooden watchtower was more than 30 meters high. From it, you could have a panoramic view of the entire Sadowa area.
On the west side of the battlefield, that is, on the right wing of the Prussian position, the horizon was filled with a mass of black cavalry. Prussia's most elite Second Army, the vanguard of Prince Carl of the Kingdom, ran wildly for 40 kilometers and finally reached the most critical point of the battle. The moment has arrived.
The battlefield was earth-shattering. Hundreds of thousands of people shouted one word regardless of the enemy or ourselves, and that was reinforcements. Prussia's shouts were earth-shaking and powerful, while Austria's shouts were heartbreaking and painful.
"Reinforcements...reinforcements...reinforcements..." The scene of hundreds of thousands of people shouting one word was so spectacular that it was unimaginable.
The soldiers of the Second Corps also went crazy. When they looked at the situation on the battlefield and the corpses on the ground, everyone rushed with anger. Without any orders from the officers, the overwhelming tide of cavalry overwhelmed them.
Three divisions of Karl's vanguard cavalry, with more than 30,000 horses, charged at the same time like a sharp and hot knife, piercing the soft butter of the Austrian Legion.
The infantry formation only had time to fire a volley before it was scattered by the horses. Countless soldiers were knocked into the air and then hit the ground. Before these soldiers with injured internal organs could vomit blood and vomit to their satisfaction, Countless horse hooves trampled on his body and swarmed past him. After the galloping horses, only a ball of mud was left on the earth.
The most unlucky ones were the artillerymen. These units had basically zero close defense capabilities. Facing the crazy cavalry tide, they didn't even have a chance to pull up a few backs. The cold light of the saber flashed past and rows of heads rolled to the ground.
After reaching this point, the Austrians became red-eyed. Brigadier General Ferdinand Rosenzweig von Drouwer saw that the front was in danger and was about to collapse. Without saying a word, he led the cavalry brigade to abandon the enemy in front of him. , made a big roundabout and rushed straight towards the Prussian cavalry.
"My bravest knights, you are the warriors I brought out from Hungary. Don't forget the blood of Attila the Hun in your veins. Don't embarrass your ancestors... rush forward and die in battle here. Give Our friendly forces create vitality... If we press forward bravely, sacrifice is the fate of the cavalry!"
No one expected that this cavalry brigade was actually recruited from Hungary by the Austrians. This ancient country in Central Europe has always said that it is the descendant of Attila the Hun. The blood of the nomads flows in their veins. Death on horseback was their fate.
"Long live!" The tactics of the cavalry brigade urged the horses, shouting wildly and rushing towards the Prussian army. At that moment, it was like a river rushing into the sea and crashing into the raging tide at the mouth of the sea.
Even if you are the sea, we must create our own waves!
The descendants of the Huns, waving sabers and with their chests filled with the glory of warriors, reached the end of their lives under the gaze of God and ancestors in the sky.
War is like this. It has nothing to do with victory or defeat. Each side has their own beliefs that they insist on. Even if they fail, their beliefs cannot be shaken. The brave do not know what it means to live in an ignoble way.
This suicide charge launched by Brigadier General Drouville was the last offensive of the Austrians in the entire Battle of Sadowa. It was their desperate fighting that allowed the main Austrian force to escape from the battle.
At this time, General Benedek had completely given up hope. From the moment the vanguard cavalry of the Second Army appeared, he already knew that today's defeat was certain.
"Retreat! The whole army is fighting and retreating! Let Druvel rush forward and delay the vanguard cavalry of the Second Army... The other units cover each other's fire and retreat one after another..."
"That's it, that's it! It's all over. We 200,000 people fought for more than seven hours without being able to kill the 120,000 people on the opposite side. Now Karl's regiment has arrived, and we in Austria have no hope!"
"General! This can't be done..." The officers around him all burst into tears. They could not accept the reality in front of them.
"Enough! Execute the order..." Benedek turned on his horse and stared at the battlefield with his eyes almost spitting out flames. "You don't understand. We have no choice now. We must leave more seeds for the empire. We must leave enough." The power to protect us!”
"Let the politicians handle the rest of the matter. We soldiers have already fulfilled our duties!"
There were many things Benedek couldn't tell his men clearly. In fact, he was already very worried before the war started. Prussia's industrialization process was already better than Austria's, and Bismarck was a typical nationalist. The trend he promoted Anti-war sentiment in Prussia was very low.
Coupled with the generational differences in weapons and equipment, it is impossible for the veteran general to fail to see the advantages of breech-loading guns. This battle was too difficult. Benedek's hard work was almost exhausted, but he was still unable to save it.
The Austrians finally began to retreat. It was not easy for the 200,000 fighting troops to escape from the battlefield. Without the Hungarian Cavalry Brigade launching a suicide charge, the soldiers who had been trapped in hand-to-hand combat would not have been able to escape.
One Austrian infantry phalanx after another began to cover and fire alternately. The rows of rifle volleys were not to kill the enemy, but just to increase the distance between the enemy and ourselves. Just like this, while shooting and retreating, the 200,000 Austrian troops even covered the corpses of their comrades. There was no time to collect the coffin, so he slowly retreated to the south.
At this time in the north, the two old men on the watchtower were already crazy with excitement. They were asking the orderlies for drinks. The Prussians who were so rigorous could drink on the battlefield, which showed how ecstatic they were.
At this moment, a group of cavalry rushed in from the southwest, and the smell of blood and fire on their bodies could be smelled by people three miles away. As the cavalry got closer and closer, everyone discovered that the leader was actually a Chinese.
"Oh no, I'm just so excited. Why did I forget Xiao Letian..." The two looked at each other and hurriedly walked down from the watchtower. When they stood in front of the command department, the cavalry team had already Start to slow down.
"Reporting to the commander... The Eastern Special Forces Battalion successfully joined forces with the Second Army... Now the enemy has been repulsed... I am here to report to the commander!"
The Chinese who rushed over was none other than Luo Huo. This kid had now transformed into a god of death. Blood was splattered on his uniform and face, and it had dried and caked. And on his shoulder, a bullet puncture wound was open like a baby's mouth, and the bandaged gauze had long been soaked with blood.
The murderous Luo Huo, as if he was born with no pain, jumped off his horse and strode to the commander to stand at attention and salute, "Report to the commander, the Eastern Special Mixed Battalion has lived up to its mission. Not only did it join forces with the Second Army, but it also successfully fought in Shiqiao Highlands." Blocked the Austrian Thorn Flower Master, fought bloody battle for three hours, and not lost an inch of ground!"
"Take a break!"
Old Moltke and Bismarck were stunned. Just from Luo Huo, they could imagine how fierce the battle was. These Chinese people were really ruthless. They were able to hold on to 700 against 10,000.
"You...what are your casualties?" Bismarck asked cautiously, he didn't even dare to speak loudly. As a result, these words made Luo Huo feel sad, and a wave of resentment rushed over him.
"Sir..." Luo Huo choked and couldn't speak, "Sir! The 700 brothers from the Eastern Special Mixed Battalion... repelled six enemy charges in a row within three hours, and were intensively bombed by an integrated artillery regiment... …”
"In the end... In the end, less than 300 people survived... All the remaining soldiers were killed... And all the surviving soldiers were injured. I don't know how many people will be left in the end... Wuwuwu! "
Luo Huo cried like a wolf, and everyone around him shed tears. Moltke and Bismarck were both moved. Especially Old Maoqi, whose face was extremely red now, and the heart-wrenching words he said to Xiao Letian in the morning were still vivid in his mind, which made him even more ashamed.
"I'm sorry... I apologize to you!" After saying this, the Chief of General Staff of the Kingdom of Prussia and the highest military officer actually raised his hand and saluted Luo Huo.
Everyone around was dumbfounded. Besides the military salute given to the king, who else would General Moltke salute to? Not only does he have a high seniority in the Prussian military, but he is also considered to be the most senior group in the entire European Army.
But today, the top officer of the Prussian Army actually saluted this Eastern soldier. This kind of courtesy is really unimaginable. But no one has any objection. The record of 700 against 10,000 is here, and these Chinese people deserve it.
There was a loud bang, and all the officers around the headquarters saluted Luo Huo at the same time. At that moment, Luo Huo was also a little dumbfounded, "You...why are you saluting me! This should be given to my prime minister!"
Bismarck smiled lightly, "Silly boy, what your adults are about to receive is much bigger than this military salute! The true friendship of the entire Prussian nation, do you think this gift is big?"
Luo Huo's eyes gradually brightened, and he finally understood that the prime minister's harvest season had finally arrived.
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