The Spicelin Heights, just southwest of Saarbrücken, is a densely forested hill where a medieval castle, Rosenberg, stands. As long as the Second Army holds on to this highland, it can Protecting the French Emperor's headquarters in Metz.
Napoleon III and Marshal Bazin are directing the battle here at the moment, and the main force of the Western Front Corps is also gathered here to wait for more supplies.
Frossard could not and did not dare to continue to retreat backwards. Losing Saarbrücken would already make it difficult for him to explain himself in front of the French Emperor. If he could not even hold the last forward position, what awaited him would be terrible. The only option is to go to a military court.
As soon as the Second Army arrived at the Spicillin Heights, before the soldiers had a chance to take a bite of hot food, they received orders to deploy fortifications to carefully resist the Prussian pursuers.
The exhausted French army began to fill sandbags to build low walls for shooting, and cut down trees to build bunkers. Soon all the animals in the forest were scared away.
However, these French troops underestimated the fighting enthusiasm of the Prussians. Before a quarter of the fortifications were completed, the Prussian outpost cavalry had already exchanged fire with the rangers of the Second Army.
The sound of gunfire was heard in the distance. These army soldiers knew that the enemy was approaching, and they quickly distributed ammunition and made final preparations for the battle regardless of hunger.
"Coming...there is an army in the distance! The Prussians are coming from the north..."
"Aiming at two o'clock...Visual strength is one brigade..."
"Be prepared for battle... the enemy is gathering... hurry up and build fortifications..."
"Damn...what's going on? Why did they suddenly launch an attack?"
Frossard was completely dumbfounded. The enemy's vanguard cavalry was circling the soldiers of the Queen's Cavalry Regiment on the outside of the battlefield, and the two sides engaged in a small-scale exchange of fire.
A Prussian brigade also arrived at the high ground. I originally thought that these Prussian troops would wait for subsequent reinforcements to gather together and then launch an attack. However, I never expected that such a brigade would dare to attack the high ground.
Frossard was afraid that even if he was killed, he would not have expected that the person commanding this attack was actually Xiao Letian, the life-and-death enemy of the Emperor of France, the head of state of the Chinese nation.
Logically speaking, Xiao Letian does not have the right to command the Prussian army in combat, but Xiao Letian has the right to observe the battlefield! When Brigadier Cameco received the vanguard order, Xiao Letian actually asked 500 Chinese special operations team members to cooperate with him in the attack.
Everyone dared to reject this request, and everyone had seen with their own eyes the bravery and skill of the Chinese special forces in previous battles. Brigadier Cameco wished he had such an iron army to fight with.
However, when the vanguard force crossed the Saar River and approached the Sbysilin Highlands, Xiao Letian overstepped his authority and issued the order to attack.
Cameco couldn't believe his ears: "Führer... are you kidding me again? There is an army of troops on the highlands! Although they suffered serious losses in Saarbrücken, they now have at least 20,000 troops." About five!”
"How dare we attack as a brigade? No, we have to wait for the follow-up large forces to arrive!"
Xiao Letian shook his head, "There are 25,000 enemies, and we only have 7,500 people. It seems that there is a huge disparity in strength and we have no chance of victory!"
"But we must fight this battle, because the war between the two countries is no longer a simple military contest. What we and the enemy are fighting for now is morale! What we are fighting for is judgment about the future!"
"Cameco...how do you think we won the Battle of Volta? Do you really think the French army is that weak? You are wrong! The French army is actually not weak at all!"
"If the same number of soldiers fight each other one-on-one, the French have a much greater chance of victory than we do!"
"Because France has a professional military system, and we only have a universal compulsory military system! The training level is completely different, and they have more opportunities for actual combat than we do!
"Compared with the quality of soldiers, we have to admit that we are indeed slightly inferior!
"But when it comes to the quality of our commanders, we in Prussia are much higher than them! Although France has many excellent mid-level officers, a large number of their high-level officers are occupied by incompetent nobles!"
"Normally you see them talking about the same thing, but if you really put it on the battlefield and practice it, many people's paintings can be peeled off!"
"Isn't that what McMahon is like? At the end of the fight, he couldn't even tell what our true strength was. It was obviously a one-to-one strength comparison, but he was deceived by our artillery and the momentum of our attack! "
"The battle had just begun, and he thought he was outnumbered. He wanted to preserve his strength, so he fled to the Vosges Mountains regardless!"
"Look at Frossard! He is also a fool who can only fight with the wind! As soon as the news of Walter's battle came, he turned around and fled south. It shows that he is also a fierce and evil person!"
"The arrogant French army has been knocked unconscious by the blow on the Eastern Front, and what we have to do is not to wake them up and hit them with another blow on the Western Front!"
"We have fewer people, but we still have to attack bravely, so that Frossard can't figure out where our confidence comes from, and let them misjudge that we will have a stronger army in the future!"
"Let them be scared out of their wits!"
"We created an incredible miracle in the Battle of Walter, so we are going to create a miracle in Spicylin Heights today!"
"As long as the Second Army can be defeated or eaten, the morale of the French military on the Western Front will be over! The Metz base camp will be shaken!"
"The more critical thing is... the more critical thing is Paris, France! Our intelligence officers are waiting for our good news. As long as the news of the two French army's defeat reaches Paris, something unpredictable will definitely happen!"
"Cameco... Now that I have made the entire stakes clear, I am now asking you if you dare to risk your life!"
Cameko was aroused by Xiao Letian's words and said, "God bless Prussia! Even the head of state dares to risk his life, what can I not dare to do!"
"But I have a condition!"
"explain!"
"Your five hundred soldiers cannot participate in the battle. He is your central army. If there is any danger, they will protect you and retreat!"
"Okay! As you wish!" Xiao Letian said coldly.
The Battle of Spicelyn Heights finally began. Under the incredible eyes of 25,000 French troops, 7,000 Prussian soldiers lined up in loose skirmish lines and launched an attack on the highlands.
The horns of the charge rang out one after another, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering. The French army was dumbfounded. Frossard said with trembling lips, "They...are they trying to commit suicide? This does not conform to any military teaching materials? There is no such thing in the world." This is what military schools teach!”
But this Franco-Prussian War was a war full of miracles in military history! Prussia and France are crazy about betting on their national fortunes!
Under the great wheel of national destiny, human life is as insignificant as grass!
