A fierce general under Marshal MacMahon and the vanguard of the Eastern Army, the commander of the 1st Division, Abel Douai, stood proudly on the wall of Wissembourg. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body with golden light, and his figure The old man who was pulled was very long.
I fired the first shot in this war, I was the first person to enter Germany, and I achieved the first success in this war!
The excited Master Douai seemed to have seen the banquet in the Tuileries Palace, where he was the absolute protagonist of the banquet. The French Emperor was wearing a pure gold badge on his chest. By the way, his title was also promoted. .
The golden sunset spread across the land, paving a golden avenue for him... Just when he was about to drool in fantasy, the adjutant's voice suddenly woke him up from his sweet dream.
"Reporting to the commander! The area of Wissemburg is too small, and the Prussian army also set fire to a lot of supplies and houses when they retreated. Our soldiers simply cannot live in it..."
"Idiot! Are you still asking me this kind of question? What's wrong with letting soldiers camp in the wild instead of sleeping in the wild in the winter?"
"But...but the first regiment and the third regiment, the officers at all levels of the seventh and fourth battalions...they all came to the city with their guards to sleep..."
The adjutant said with a dark face, "The commanders have gone to the city to find a good house to rest. The soldiers below have complaints..."
"What? Without my order, who dares to go into the city to rest? Don't you know it's a war now? Pitch my tent outside the city, and I'll live with the soldiers. I'll see who dares to live in the city!"
"When is this? This is war time. The enemy is hiding somewhere in the north. If you don't eat and live with the soldiers at this time, how long do you want to go!"
Although Douai is eager to be promoted, to be honest, he is still a very competent commander. More than 10,000 people in the legion are convinced by him. People see the division commanders going to pitch tents in the wild themselves. Those officers who are greedy for enjoyment They all exited the city wall in despair.
Wissemburg is not large in scale. There are only about two thousand people stationed in a medieval castle, and outside the city wall is an open and undefendable residential area.
Since many buildings in residential areas were destroyed by the retreating Prussian troops, it was difficult for people to live in them. Therefore, most of the soldiers of the First Division were concentrated on a large flat grassland southeast of Wissemburg.
The night fell, and the campfire was dotted as far as the eye could see. The flames were licking the bottom of the military pot, and the remaining broth was still steaming.
The soldiers on vigil were patrolling with guns and refreshing themselves with a sip of scalding hot soup from time to time. However, the soldiers wrapped in blankets in the wilderness were already fast asleep, snoring one after another.
No one knows that at this moment in the dark night in the north, countless figures are shaking, and an army is rushing towards Wissemburg!
Prince Karl's Third Army finally arrived from the rear, and the First Pioneer Army was now less than six kilometers away from Wissemburg.
There are already some French scout cavalry patrolling here, but the proud French army is too careless. Of course, late at night is when people are tired.
When the four cavalrymen were dismounting and sitting around smoking, suddenly several black lights flew out from the darkness!
Puff puff... the crossbow arrows directly penetrated the back of the scouts' heads and necks. The four scouts didn't even have a chance to scream, before they returned to the underworld.
The Chinese special operations team members, who looked like ghosts in camouflage clothes, led the Prussian cavalry vanguard and quietly approached Wissemburg.
All the cavalrymen were unable to dismount. The horses' hooves were wrapped in cotton cloth and the horses' mouths were stuffed with bits. The three thousand cavalrymen did not dare to make a sound and secretly approached the French army.
Behind these cavalry, the soldiers of the First Army also moved forward in waves, and under the leadership of the retreating Wissemburg garrison, they were ready for battle.
Prince Carl of the Chinese Army gently touched the throat with his hand. The minor surgery last year was very successful, but he had an additional problem of touching his neck.
"These soldiers trained by Xiao Letian are really good at it. They seem to be naturally good at night fighting. This is worth learning from us!"
"Where is the striker? Why is there no movement yet?"
At this moment, a signal flare suddenly shot up in the southern sky, and red fireworks exploded in the sky, clearly visible to people within more than ten kilometers.
"Take action! The cavalry has started to take action! The whole army attacks!" Prince Carl ordered.
When the special operations team and the cavalry vanguard reached two kilometers away from the French camp, they knew they could not go any further. At this moment, all the cavalry got on their horses, and everyone drew their sabers from their waists and looked at them fiercely. The bright grassland in the distance.
"All charges! Send these invaders to hell! Kill them!"
Three thousand cavalry roared like thunder, followed by the sound of horse hooves and rushed towards the French camp.
For the cavalry, the distance of two thousand meters was fleeting. The French soldiers were all sleepy and thought it was going to rain, but when they opened their eyes, they saw that the enemy was already close in front of them.
Douai was so careless that he was deceived by the weak appearance of the Wissembourg garrison. He did not even ask the soldiers to build antlers and sports trenches outside the camp.
The undefended camp was almost defenseless against the cavalry charge. As soon as the Kung Fu cavalry opened their eyes, they rushed into the camp and caused a bloody storm.
Horse hooves trampled on the sleeping soldiers' bodies. Many of them had their ribs broken before they even had time to lift their blankets, and they vomited blood.
The soldier who had just stood up and prepared to fight was dragged out of his back by a saber and had a long gash, dripping with blood.
The kicked-off bonfires were flying all over the sky, and the sparks dancing up and down drew various strange trajectories in the dark night. The screams of the enemy were mixed with the deafening sound of horse hooves, which seemed so weird.
The entire campsite with tens of thousands of people suddenly turned into a killing hell!
Division Commander Douai never expected that just after Wissembourg was captured in the afternoon, the main force of the enemy would arrive in the evening. How could it happen so quickly?
While kicking up his leather boots, he yelled, "What are you doing for food? Where are the rangers on guard? Where are the sentries on guard? This is dereliction of duty..."
Before the adjutant beside him could answer him, there was a burst of gunfire, and a series of holes were opened in the marching tent.
When Commander Douai turned around again, he was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. The adjutant was shot in the chest and collapsed on the ground.
"Damn it! Order the first regiment to stay behind, and the other troops will follow me to retreat..." In panic, Douai made the most wrong decision.
If he didn't withdraw, things like night attacks would stabilize after the first chaotic half hour.
But as soon as he retreated, the already panicked military morale suddenly became uncontrollable!
