The sudden changes on the battlefield made the commanders stunned. They couldn't believe their eyes. Who would have thought that the Prussian army could actually launch a counterattack despite being obviously weak and still have the advantage.
The sound of explosions on the city wall was endless, and the positions that the Foreign Legion had finally established were taken away one by one. Soon the Prussian soldiers began to throw guns at the city wall. Amidst the rumbling explosions, the French army suffered heavy casualties.
"Fire support! What are you doing?" Frossard yelled angrily.
The three Mitrayotz heavy machine guns opened fire again, and a large area of the Prussian army on the city wall was immediately swept away, and the situation of losing guns was suppressed.
But I didn't expect that the Prussian army was more tenacious than imagined. Just as the heavy machine guns stopped firing, and when the French army started climbing the ladder again, those soldiers actually stood up from the pile of dead bodies, lit guns one by one, and sounded One by one, he threw them down.
Amidst the roaring explosions, countless French troops were killed, and then the heavy machine guns opened fire again to mow down a group of Prussian troops!
However, the French underestimated the tenacity of the Prussian army. When the heavy machine guns stopped firing, those Prussian soldiers who were not afraid of life and death showed their heads again, threw guns and fired at the city wall!
"Damn, damn! Are these Prussians crazy? Are they really not afraid of death? How dare they confront me with so few people? Do they want to die here..."
The Second Army is Frossard's lifeblood. Almost all of them are veterans of the empire. They are completely the core elite of the emperor. Every time a veteran dies, he will bleed with distress.
The war has just begun. What if the Second Army is unable to participate in subsequent battles due to too many combat losses? Wouldn’t the credit be taken away by others?
what to do? To continue the offensive regardless of casualties? Or besiege the city and wait for support to preserve your strength? Frossard was deeply conflicted.
But just after such a delay, the battlefield suddenly changed, and a ranger came running quickly from a distance.
"Report to the commander! A large number of Prussian troops have appeared in the north, and the enemy's reinforcements have arrived!"
"Reinforcements? How many troops!"
"Sir, there are three regiments in total!"
"What? There are only three groups. Did you get it wrong?"
"Sir, it is true that we have confirmed it more than ten times. It is true that there are only three flags, and there is no higher-level military flag. Moreover, the number of people is indeed only four to five thousand!"
"Is this a tactic? These people are not as large as mine. Are they here to die? Could it be that..."
Frossard's eyes lit up when he thought of this. "Does it mean that all the previous intelligence was wrong? Does it mean that the Prussians' ability to assemble is not that strong at all?"
"Hahaha... It must be like this. You are talking about gathering 30,000 people in one day. If there are really so many soldiers, they can't leave this strategic place alone!"
"They are hastily withdrawing troops from other fronts to support Saarbrücken. Their troops are already stretched thin!"
"Hahaha, that's it. The game of war always favors the attacker. We are the attacking side. We can fight wherever we want on the long border!"
"The defensive side does not have such initiative. They must average their limited forces to all key areas, so they have the current refueling tactic!"
"Attack, continue to attack! The enemy is at the end of his strength!"
Frossard made his own judgment. He continued to maintain a main attack force of 30,000 people to attack Saarbrücken. Then he detached 6,000 troops and marched north around the city, engaging in a firefight with the enemy on the Northern Wilds. .
Bang, bang, bang... the sound of gunfire is as dense as fried beans, and the sound of war horses neighing and hoofbeats is rolling like thunder!
The north was completely a wild encounter. Both sides made several tentative attacks, but neither gained an advantage. Gradually, the time reached 6:30 in the evening, and the sun gradually set in the west.
"Fight at night! Continue the attack! Let the attacking troops take turns coming down to drink water and eat dry food! The enemy can no longer withstand it. If we work harder, we can break through tonight!"
Frossard watched as the city gate in front of him was breached four times by his side in the afternoon. Each time he broke through, countless French troops rushed into the city.
Whenever he felt that the enemy was about to collapse, he did not expect that the street fighting in the city would become even more cruel, with hand-to-hand combat clashing along the sandbag walls one after another.
Both the enemy and ourselves paid a heavy price. There were so many corpses on the ground that we couldn't even get down!
The plasma flowed all over the ground and gradually dried up. In the end, it was as dark as paste and sticky to the feet. The soldiers' military boots stepped on the dark red plasma, and even felt sticky on the ground.
But even after the battle reached this point, the morale of the Prussian army had not collapsed. Under the counterattacks of batches of dead soldiers, the city gate was recaptured again and again.
"I don't believe it! I can't attack this damn city even with 40,000 people?
Frossard pointed at the city gate and shouted, "Push the heavy machine gun over! Shoot all the bullets for me! I don't believe we can't capture it! Shoot..."
Just when he was furious, he never imagined that a group of people had already taken advantage of the cover of darkness in the evening, wearing strange camouflage clothes, to sneak into Saarbrücken.
In the pile of corpses on the city wall, a pair of bright eyes were staring at the heavy machine guns that were spitting flames under the city wall. The crosshairs of the scopes had already caught the soldiers operating them.
The sniper's ears echoed with the voice of the head of state who had just told him, "lurk in! Shoot all enemy heavy machine gunners!"
"You must remember that the French have hidden their secret weapons so deeply, which has both advantages and disadvantages!"
"The advantage is that they can catch us by surprise! But the disadvantages are also obvious!"
"Because they are hidden so deeply, there must be only a handful of soldiers who are familiar with this weapon! As long as we can eliminate these operators in advance, these weapons are nothing to fear!"
"A weapon is just a piece of garbage if there is no one to operate it!"
"Yes! Head of State!" the sniper muttered to himself, "As you wish!"
There was a crisp sound, and the sniper pulled the trigger. The bullet directly penetrated the shooter's head, and the body fell directly on top of the heavy machine gun.
Before the surrounding French troops could react, the sniper pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet and pulled the trigger in just three seconds.
There was a crisp sound, and another heavy machine gunner's neck was broken!
Bang bang bang... four consecutive shots, four machine gunners were killed, all with one hit!
Alfred of the Queen's Cavalry was so frightened that sweat broke out on his forehead, "It's them again! They are Chinese sharpshooters! Our cavalry suffered a big loss at their hands!"
"Hurry up and get our heavy machine guns back! We can't suppress these dark elves at all!"
