2707 The bloody battle in the Vosges Mountains

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The Battle of the Vosges Mountains broke out. Prince Carl commanded an army of 120,000 troops and launched a full-line attack on the 40,000 French troops defending the mountains!

This was a difficult offensive and the largest field battle since the beginning of the French Revolution. The entire offensive front stretched for fifteen kilometers from south to north!

The four traffic arteries in the Vosges Mountains have become a battlefield for the two sides to fight over again and again!

Fifteen kilometers! From south to north, there were shouts of killing, and soldiers were everywhere. The legions were covering each other and attacking each other, and fierce fighting began on the ground.

Both sides invested all their money. The French and Prussian troops even launched hot-air balloons to provide their troops with first-hand military information in the sky.

The Prussian army was winning consecutive battles with great momentum. Coupled with its absolute advantage in military strength, the battle was extremely crazy. The charging soldiers rushed towards the French army like waves!

And McMahon also tried his best. This is the territory of France, and he has Napoleon III behind him. If he doesn't try his best at this time, there is no need to guess what will happen to him!

The French army resisted extremely tenaciously. These veterans' marksmanship was accurate and ruthless, and their bayonet skills were slightly higher than that of the Prussian army. What's more, there were a large number of North African Foreign Legion in the French army, and these people were the main force in the tough battle!

There are often more than 3,000 Prussian troops, besieging a position guarded by 1,000 French troops, and they all end up in a stalemate!

There were even some positions of three to four thousand Prussian troops that allowed more than a thousand French troops to delay for forty minutes without a winner being decided!

In the melee and fighting, the French Foreign Legion made great contributions. They fought in the hard-fought positions, using rifles, bayonets and sharp knives to fight the Prussian army!

"For His Majesty the Emperor! Fight! The winner will be able to live in France forever!"

"God willing, let me lie in my grave with the banner of victory!"

The crazy foreign officers knew that only military exploits could allow them to live permanently in the rich land of France. They did not want to return to the barren land of North Africa.

In order to give their children and grandchildren a better life, these foreign black soldiers really worked hard!

More than a thousand French veterans and five hundred foreign officers fought hard for a full fifty minutes and actually forced three thousand Prussian troops to withdraw from their positions. After watching the Prussian officers blow the retreat horn, these survivors of the bloody battle stood on the sandbags Go up, with a look of rebelliousness and disdain for the enemy, and then spit out blood-stained spit.

"Bah...the German bastards want to break through our position in the next life!"

But the arrogant spittle was still flying in the wind, and the Prussian artillery on the opposite side started shooting again!

Boom boom boom... the shells were raging back and forth on the position, and many of the survivors of the hand-to-hand combat became cannon fodder!

Later generations of military scientists analyzed France and France and they all felt extremely sorry for France. A big factor in the failure of the French was that they clicked on the wrong technology tree!

Obviously we should invest in artillery technology, but we made the mistake of investing in heavy machine guns!

Throughout the battle, to be fair, the French soldiers fought absolutely beautifully. They were very respectable in terms of tactical coordination, individual soldier ability, and even morale and tenacity.

However, no matter how powerful the body is, it cannot withstand the ruthless ravages of cannons. Many warriors did not die in hand-to-hand combat and crossfire, but died miserably under Krupp's ruthless artillery bombardment.

McMahon listened to the sound of artillery on the front line and heard the news of hard battles one after another. He was surrounded by negative emotions. He sat in a chair with his hands on the table, held his face in his hands, and looked at the military map in frustration. .

"What exactly does Karl want to do? Why launch an attack at five o'clock? Doesn't he know that night fighting is a taboo for military strategists?"

"Where do you get the confidence to start a night battle on my French territory? Do you rely on more artillery?"

"Those bastards from the Intelligence Bureau should be hanged! From the beginning of the war to now, they have not provided any accurate information. I still don't know how many soldiers are on the other side!"

"Do you have to rely on my guesswork to win this war? How do I fight? How do I fight?"

With a bang, McMahon slammed his fist on the table. "How many heavy machine guns do we have? Push them all onto the battlefield! Bring all the bullets and open them up to me!"

The last secret weapon that McMahon can rely on is the heavy machine gun that France has been researching in recent years, Mitrayotz!

The legion was allocated a total of 120 troops. This was McMahon's last trump card!

In the entire Franco-Prussian War, the night with the heaviest casualties for the Prussian army finally began!

After rounds of bombardment, the sky was completely shrouded in darkness. At nine o'clock, the Prussian artillery opened fire again, which was a bombing preparation for the fourth charge.

In front of the artillery position, a regiment of tens of thousands of people was squatting on the ground. This was the vanguard that was about to charge towards Salburg. Every soldier's bayonet was sharply sharpened!

Boom boom boom... boom boom boom... the sound of artillery continued. In the darkness, people could even see the trajectory of the artillery shells across the sky, and the French position opposite was completely bright!

In the clumps of brightness, the Prussian army could even see human figures flying up and down in the light!

"Prussian warriors! The time has come to wash away the shame of Jena! Long live Prussia! Long live the King!"

"Fighters! Back then, Napoleon once rode into Berlin, and now we are standing on the soil of France! For the glory of the blood of our ancestors... charge!"

Kill! The battlefield was filled with the sounds of the Prussian army shouting to kill. The Junkers military aristocratic commanders stood together with the soldiers. They waved their sabers, shouted various motivational slogans, and led the soldiers to launch a charge.

Only the first echelon dispersed more than 10,000 people, followed by the second and third echelons. A full 30,000 people swarmed in and launched a desperate attack on the French position!

The French army position opposite fell into a brief silence. There seemed to be some chaos in the dark night, but the Prussian army with high morale did not realize the danger at all!

Seven hundred meters, six hundred meters, five hundred meters, four hundred meters... The charging soldiers reached a position 200 meters away from the position. Suddenly, more than thirty flame vents appeared in the French position!

It's the crater! There is nothing wrong at all. In the eyes of the Prussian army, thirty fire dragons in the darkness began to spit out flames!

Thirty heavy machine guns began to tilt their ammunition. The Mitrayotz heavy machine gun, a short-lived weapon in the history of weapons, played its short but most glorious scene.

Twenty-five gun barrels were bundled together, with a shooting distance of up to 1,200 meters and a rate of fire of 120 rounds per minute. Thirty gun barrels fired at the same time, pouring 3,600 projectiles at the Prussian army per minute!

This is called a rain of bullets! And it was a storm, a powerful storm!

The Prussian army's charging formation was as if the god of death had suddenly whipped it. A large piece of flesh was cut off at the front, and the momentum of the charge was immediately suppressed!

Chug tug tug...chut tug tug...The metal storm began the massacre, and the Prussian army suffered heavy casualties!