The most feared thing in war is indecision. At this moment, the French army lacks the heavy firepower to suppress the infantry. Without artillery and heavy machine guns, they can only rely on numbers to fight the enemy.
However, in narrow and complex terrain, the numerical advantage sometimes cannot be fully exerted, because the vertical plane where the two sides are fighting is limited in the density of soldiers it can withstand.
To give a simple example, if 150 soldiers are crammed into a 100-meter shooting line, it is already crowded. Can 300 people be crammed into it?
Even if three or even four rows of musketeers lined up to shoot according to the era of queuing to kill, there would still be a limit to the number of people.
Therefore, throughout the entire battle, it seemed that the French army had the numerical advantage, but in the individual firefighting positions that were the focus of attack, the numerical comparison between the French army and the Prussian army could only barely reach 2:1.
Such a numerical advantage could not suppress the Prussian army's madness, and the two sides soon fell into a bitter battle.
The soldiers of the Queen's Cavalry Regiment looked at the fierce fighting on the front line and stamped their feet anxiously, "What are you doing? Why don't you send us!"
"As long as we can attack the enemy's flank, this battle won't be so difficult at all!"
"Commander! Let's go up, we can't watch the Prussians show off their power like this!"
Alfred had a bad encounter with the military commander, and he was in a bad mood at this time. "Shut up! Who dares to attack without orders? Whoever dares to attack, I will send him to a military court!"
"Sir, with your judgment, are you sure that the Prussian troops below have no conspiracy? What if they just lure us to take the initiative?"
"What if their sneaky idea is to surround the area for reinforcements? Shut up, get ready for battle, and wait for orders!"
At this moment, Alfred has received emergency authorization from the commander of the army. All the cavalry collected by the Second Army are under his command. After several bloody battles, there are still more than 1,100 people left in the Queen's Cavalry Regiment. However, by integrating other garrison positions, The number of cavalry troops under his command has not decreased but increased!
At this moment, there are 5,500 cavalry under Alfred's command. Such a powerful cavalry lineup is already an important force that can determine the outcome of a major battle.
But Alfred also knew very well that his superficial beauty could not be truly converted into combat effectiveness, because these cavalry were fused together from multiple units, and many people were dissatisfied with him!
He himself had no idea whether he could mobilize and how much combat power he could mobilize!
What's even worse is the supplies. The cavalry requires far more supplies than the infantry. War horses need to eat special alfalfa to be strong, and they even have to be mixed with soybeans, eggs and other nutrients.
In high-intensity battles, the leather of war horses is easily damaged. Nowadays, many war horses in the cavalry have fallen and broken hoofs, but they have not been able to wait for new ones. Even the damaged stirrups cannot be repaired, so they can only make do by tying the leather ropes themselves.
"The current supplies are enough for the cavalry to charge two or three times at most... The commander's worries are not unreasonable. What if the supplies still can't keep up?"
"If we really use up all this limited horse material, we won't be able to use this cavalry in the future!"
Just when Alfred was gnashing his teeth and couldn't find a way out, suddenly there was a burst of noisy discussion among the cavalry group watching the battle.
"Look! The forward position has been breached! The enemy suddenly accelerated the attack..."
"No! Look through the binoculars. Our brother was shot by an unknown gunman!"
"Oh God, the Chinese are catching up! Damn it, those dark elves are also in the attacking queue..."
At this moment, Xiao Letian's special force has become an important factor in France's judgment of the war situation, especially commanders like Frossard who are not very politically talented. They naturally believe that wherever Chinese soldiers appear, they must be enemies. Where the main force is.
This judgment itself is not wrong, because Xiao Letian's status is too high, and these Chinese soldiers are too precious to Prussia as friendly forces.
According to common sense, the Prussians will never let these people be trapped in a desperate situation!
Now that the Chinese suddenly appear in the battle order, it can only show that the attacking troops under the mountain are confident and they definitely have a conspiracy to win!
Xiao Letian brought 500 special forces members this time, including 110 snipers. He just sent all these soldiers to the battlefield.
The head of state's order was very simple. He was to hide among the army, use the cover of the forest and terrain to snipe all dangerous targets from a distance, and provide fire support to the attacking Prussian army.
I don't need you to do anything like charging into battle or even hand-to-hand combat, just be obedient and shoot for me from behind!
The tactics are really simple, but they are so effective!
There is a famous saying in the military circles of the 21st century: 'The only natural enemy of a sniper is the enemy's sniper! 'This kind of ghost-like sharpshooter will always be a nightmare for soldiers on the battlefield.
It is extremely simple for an excellent sniper to harvest dozens of lives in a battle, but ordinary snipers will not do this. The targets they want to kill are usually high-level, military officers and the like.
When later generations of troops faced sniper attacks, they either used heavy firepower to suppress them, such as machine guns, artillery or even aviation weapons to conduct range attacks.
Or you can only use your own snipers to fight against others!
Obviously, the French army had no ability to counterattack at all. Facing this group of dark elves, they were completely helpless and could only allow the enemy to slaughter them wantonly.
Soldiers wearing camouflage clothes hid in the tall and thick grass, with their sights set on the enemy in front, looking for their targets among hundreds of charging Prussian troops and struggling French troops.
Soon the crosshair of the scope caught a sergeant. This gray-bearded veteran had probably participated in the Crimean Campaign because he had a unique medal pinned to his chest.
"It's you! Goodbye, my wife..." There was a gunshot, and a bloody hole exploded in the forehead of the veteran who was encouraging morale on the battlefield, and his body rolled down the hillside.
At the same time, another sniper also targeted a veteran wearing a North African foreign military uniform. His kind-hearted dog-headed knife was already stained with blood. Three Prussians died tragically under his knife in one encounter.
"Go to hell and rest... let's go!" With a snap, blood shot out from the chest of the North African veteran with his head wrapped, and he screamed and fell to the ground.
Such massacres were repeated in the highlands, and these hard-fought French troops finally felt the tremendous pressure!
The morale-boosted Prussian troops charged forward and captured two French positions within two hours. By this time, the Rosen Castle on the hill was already in panic.
"Commander! What should we do? Please make up your mind quickly!"
"Let the cavalry outflank us...at worst, you have to let the reserve troops come in!"
