Douai's intestines were almost green with regret at this moment. He really shouldn't have played the old-fashioned drama of loving his soldiers as his sons. If he insisted on staying in Weisenberg tonight, then two thousand elite cavalry would definitely be with him. .
Even if there is an attack, a new force can be organized to fight against the enemy, and even the adjutant will not be killed by stray bullets in the first place.
Douay put on his military boots carelessly, forgetting to tie his shoelaces, and rushed out of the tent with a pistol. Only after he saw the chaos outside with his own eyes did he realize how wise his order to retreat was.
The entire camp had turned into a mess, with enemy cavalry squads attacking from left and right everywhere. They didn't care about fighting with their own people at all, but just increased their horse speed to create chaos.
Further north, there is a sea of torches on the plain. The number of torches alone must be more than 20,000. The Prussian infantry is surging in like a sea wave, and the intensive gunfire from the forward has been connected.
"Damn it, the enemy has at least an entire army! At least 30,000 people, how can I fight? Retreat... retreat quickly..."
At this moment, Prince Karl's infantry had entered the effective range of the Mauser rifles. The leading Prussian troops trotted forward while shooting at each other to cover.
Hundreds of bullets rained down on each volley, and each square formation fired alternately to cover. The chaotic French army was peeled off layer by layer like an onion.
More people beat less people! Be prepared but not prepared! Organized versus unorganized!
Such a battle is actually a one-sided massacre!
After all, Douai was the leader of a division, and even if he escaped, he would be the one with the biggest target. Along the way, retreating officers gathered around him.
As they retreated, they issued orders to organize troops to resist, and collected war horses along the way!
This was the second mistake Douai made tonight. The first mistake was not staying in Wissembourg, and the second mistake was that during the escape process, he actually dared to recruit officers and expand his target.
In fact, this is not his fault. He has never seen the power of Chinese snipers. His thinking is still at the stage of the Middle Ages when more people were more powerful.
Of course, having more people is more powerful, but another disadvantage of having more people is that the target is too big!
Although the number of Chinese snipers assigned to Prince Carl is not large, they are all selected from a hundred, and veterans Pang Chaoyun and Ye Qiu are also among them.
The two of them saw the escaping big fish almost at the same time. They shouted ecstatically, "The big fish is at two o'clock...free to snipe!"
The snipers on horseback accelerated forward, and the modified Mauser in their hands began to shoot!
Bang bang bang... bullets flew through the crowd, and the people around Commander Douai were shot to the ground one by one.
"God bless me! What the hell is this? Why are you chasing so closely!"
Douai had never seen such a sniping method before. There was clearly more than a hundred meters between him and the enemy, and countless brave French soldiers separated him. Why was it that the bullet was chasing him desperately as if it had eyes?
"Where did the enemy come from with so many sharpshooters..." Before he could finish his question, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart!
"Ah..." Douai screamed, and in a daze, he actually saw a bloody bullet entering from the back of his heart, coming out of his chest, spinning and flying into the distance.
The blood from the bullet sprayed out far away like an arrow, and the severe pain was followed by a trance of consciousness!
His soul began to fly into the sky, overlooking the heart-rending night battle in mid-air!
He saw with his own eyes that his body fell under the horse, with his left leg still hanging in the stirrup. The horse was frightened and kept running forward.
His body was hit and dragged on the ground like a torn bag, and the blood stains were dragged far, far away!
You are not the worst off yet. The worst offenders are the soldiers who are lagging behind. Under the attack of the overwhelmingly superior infantry regiments of the Prussian army, all French counterattacks are like moths to the flame.
Under the dense rain of bullets from the enemy, the soldiers fell to the ground layer by layer, with corpses scattered everywhere with no end in sight.
The screams of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield were heartbreaking, but they could not win the slightest mercy from the enemy.
Douai knew that his life had come to an end. He smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. "I didn't expect that I would be the first to die in battle!"
"France, my motherland! You can't win this war... A division commander was killed just after the war started. This omen is so unlucky, so unlucky..."
This was Douai's last glimmer of consciousness as he lay dying. From then on, he fell completely into darkness and nothingness.
Douai is dead, the division commander is dead in battle! This news spread like a virus among the army, and the last bit of courage of the French army to resist disappeared. All the soldiers abandoned their orders and fled in all directions.
"Go east...Brothers, retreat eastward...Our main force is in the east...Assemble the main force!"
In the dark night, some of the surviving commanders of the First Division were trying their best to collect the defeated troops. They wanted to do everything possible to preserve their vitality for the empire.
These are all veterans of the empire. If any one of them is missing, it will be a loss for the empire!
When Prince Carl stepped onto the city wall of Wiesenberg, the east had already turned white. He stretched out his hand and touched the blackened stone wall with a faint smile on his lips.
"Is it just one night? Is the French dream shattered after just one night?"
"Want to fight on my German land? Want to fight decisively on our land? Do you want to just feed the enemy? Eat ours, drink ours and then attack us?"
"Go ahead and dream, Wiesenberg is the limit of your ability to enter France! This war can only be fought within your borders, and can never be fought on our soil!"
"Report to Your Highness! An emergency telegram came from the Western Front..."
"read!"
"General Steinmetz has successfully lured Frossard's Second Army to Saarbrücken and is currently engaged in a brutal siege!"
"So far, Saarbrücken is still under our control, and the Second Army is already in a quagmire! The old general hopes that His Highness the Prince can make a quick decision and complete the planned plan before Frossard wakes up!"
Prince Carl nodded, "Any more? Keep reading!"
"There is also an urgent telegram from the head of state of the Chinese nation here... Our troops have appeared in front of the Emperor of France, and the entire army has wiped out countless enemies. At this moment, the Emperor of France has been attracted to the Western Front, please feel free to fight..."
"The Emperor of France is like an irrational bull provoked by red cloth at the moment. As long as I, Xiao Letian, are here, he will not care about anything on the Eastern Front!"
"Your Highness, please feel free to use your troops!"
"Okay! Well done! Send an order to all the ministries to assemble in the direction of Walter!"
"Boys! How about we go to Paris to spend Christmas this year?" the prince shouted standing on the top of the city.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!" Under the castle of Wiesenberg, tens of thousands of people roared in unison, and the army turned around and began to outflank Walter.
