The Prussian soldiers took firm steps, pulled out a long line of skirmishers, and charged towards the hillside while shooting!
They used all the terrain that could provide cover to shoot at the French army. Thick tree trunks, huge rocks, dug foxholes... all concealments were used.
Suddenly, gunfire was like rain and smoke was like clouds in the Spicillin Heights, and the battle between the two sides suddenly fell into anxiety.
Although France has a numerical advantage, they have already dropped all their artillery at the gates of Saarbrücken. There is nothing they can do if they don't lose it, because in the past few days of fighting, the Second Army has been exhausted. All the artillery shells, even if you retreat with the cannon, are nothing more than fire sticks.
However, Prussia was accompanied by two artillery companies, each equipped with four steel cannons, and a total of eight Krupp field guns launched a fierce bombardment on the highlands.
Boom boom boom... After a round of shelling, the French army's forward position was in a mess, with corpses strewn on the ground. Then the Prussian troops who had been waiting for a long time launched a charge. Under the cover of friendly fire, hundreds of Prussian troops rushed forward. position.
Hand-to-hand combat breaks out on every inch of the front, and both sides fight to the death.
The French side are all veterans of the Northern and Southern Wars. They have the pride of veterans, and the tenacity of professional soldiers is unimaginable to the public.
A position is often fought until the last soldier is killed and no one retreats!
Prussia was in a period of rising national fortunes, and the national consciousness of all citizens had awakened. In order to break France's continental suppression and for the unification of Germany, these conscripts also risked their lives.
Fighting to the death without retreating, one company after another was consumed. This was a complete millstone of flesh and blood, not only consuming lives but also consuming unit numbers one by one.
"Report to the head of state! The first regiment and three companies have been wiped out... No one from the second regiment and fourth company has retreated... The death numbers of the first regiment, one battalion and two companies have been cancelled!"
The Prussian translator beside Xiao Letian was so frightened by this tragic battle that his lips were trembling and bleeding in distress!
Those who died were all his comrades! They are all the blood essence of the Prussian nation!
Moreover, the Prussian Army Code of Conduct is extremely strict. From the beginning of the company, the numbers of the troops are one carrot and one pit. After the entire army is annihilated, there will be no more.
In fact, the army is also inherited by blood. Every member of the Hundred Battles Division has his own unique title. For example, the third company of the regiment was named the Friesland Bayonet because of its heroic performance in the Prussian War. , and received the honorary title.
Today, the whole army died here with this bayonet. This glorious title will also be buried in the ground with these warriors. Even if the third company is reorganized in the future, they will not be able to inherit this title.
Xiao Letian silently turned over and dismounted, took off his military cap with a solemn expression, and gave a military salute to the battlefield in the distance!
"The history books will never forget you. The rise of a nation will never be without the sacrifice of heroes! Your statement will surely become a blazing flame in the Prussian chariot furnace!"
"We will win this war!"
At this moment, the fighting on the edge of the highland was completely crazy. All four companies of the Prussian troops were killed in the French position, and the French army suffered even greater losses. From the shelling to the final hand-to-hand combat, they actually lost 600 people in the battle. .
Although the broken defense line did not fail, it turned into a hell on earth. The surviving French troops bandaged each other's wounds and screamed one after another.
They looked at the Prussian troops silently gathering at the foot of the hillside with lingering fear, and an ominous premonition came to their hearts.
Boom boom boom... The silent Prussian artillery spoke again, and the position that had just been ravaged was once again plunged into a sea of fire!
The Prussian army's steel cannon fired quickly and accurately, and the fragments of the explosion harvested lives. The bodies of the dead were thrown into the sky and crushed to pieces.
Amidst the rumbling of artillery, the Prussian army at the foot of the hillside began to gather in formation again. The officers stood in front of the formation and shouted, "Long live the king!" Long live the empire! slogans to boost morale.
This time the Prussian army had tested the strength of the French army on the hillside. This time, except for the artillery company and a battalion of reserves, the entire brigade, with nearly 6,000 soldiers remaining, pressed forward.
"Fight! Just like the head of state said, use the craziest offensive to completely influence the French commander's judgment!"
"Let these damn idiots feel fear from the depths of their souls!"
"Tear apart the defense line of the Spicillin Heights, let this victory completely crush the morale of the French, and let them take a detour when they see our Prussian army from now on!"
"Even if the whole brigade is sacrificed here, as long as we can win victory, it will be worth it!"
"All officers are in front, leading the soldiers to charge!"
The eight steel cannons launched intensive fire, and all the ammunition they carried was used up in twenty minutes. There was no complete defensive position directly in front of the Prussian charge.
"For the Empire! For His Majesty! For Germany!"
"attack!"
The majestic marching drum sounded again, and six thousand soldiers lined up in a long skirmish line, attacking upward from the foot of the mountain like a sea wave.
Frossard could no longer suppress the fear in his heart. He could no longer understand the Prussian attack that violated military regulations!
"Why is this? How could they launch a suicide attack? I clearly have an army of 25,000! They are only one brigade, how can they dare to press forward with their entire army?"
"Why is this? Why on earth is this? Damn it, who can tell me the answer!"
At this time, Alfred, the commander of Queen Eugene's Cavalry Regiment next to him, couldn't sit still. "Sir, let's send out the cavalry! Reduce some pressure on the infantry and let us attack the enemy's flank..."
"It would be good to at least outflank the enemy's artillery positions!"
"No! No!" Frossard raised his hand nervously, "You have more important tasks! The enemy is so abnormal, there must be a conspiracy!"
"I will never be fooled, I will never be fooled!"
In the crazy attack of the Prussians, Frossard had been confused and made a wrong judgment!
Xiao Letian stared at the battle ahead. When he saw that the two armies had entered the effective range and both sides had started shooting wildly, but the French cavalry still did not dispatch, he let out a long breath.
"Our attack is effective! Frossard is already scared. He is shocked by our attack!"
"At this time, we have almost used up our reserves, and he still dares not send cavalry to attack our retreat. This shows that he already has the intention to retreat!"
"This bastard is scared! He's already scared, and more importantly, he can't figure out our trump card!"
"Send our snipers! Cover the Prussian attack and focus on those dangerous targets!"
"The rest of you are patrolling the battlefield with me!"
