"Reporting to the commander! The French Bazin Army attacked the Marne River defense line for four consecutive hours. Prince Carl's Army refused to retreat. All ferries and bridges are still under our control..."
"Reporting to the commander! The French army in Chalon launched a probing attack on Marshal Steinmetz's position. The enemy is trying to join forces with General Bazin..."
"Report sir! A call came from the city of Metz. Bavaria has carried out a second military mobilization. This time it has recruited 60,000 reservists. They are currently taking a train to the city of Metz..."
In the Prussian army base camp outside Verdun, Bismarck and Moltke had slept no more than three hours for three consecutive days. Their tired eyes were as red as rabbits.
But their energy is still full, and they are full of confidence in the upcoming decisive battle!
"Come on, come on, the Emperor of France will not be able to hold on anymore. The Bazin Army and the Emperor's Central Army have been forcibly separated by us, and the Marne River is also under our control. At this time, it is impossible for them to retreat to Paris. Got it!" Old Maoqi said excitedly while rubbing his hands.
While cutting a thick cigar, Bismarck sneered, "Go back to Paris? Haha, does he dare? Our internal line in Paris sent a telegram last night. Eugenie of the Tuileries Palace has begun to pack up her property and move it to the sea... …”
"This pair is ready to escape, which shows how corrupt the situation in Paris has become!"
"The intelligence reality is that although all parties in Paris have reached a short-term ceasefire agreement, sporadic violent actions on the streets have not stopped, and the arms stolen by workers have not been returned yet..."
"Napoleon III still dares to return to Paris at this time?"
"Hahaha... tell Steinmetz and Prince Karl to beat him hard and drive Bazin out. There is no place for them here!"
The entire Marne Province has become a huge battlefield. The sound of gunfire is everywhere for dozens of kilometers of the Marne River. Refugees are fleeing like a tide. The Bazin Army is attacking the Marne River like crazy.
The situation on the battlefield developed completely according to Xiao Letian's original judgment. Prince Carl made a beautiful detour at the southernmost end of the battlefield, and suddenly found the retreat of the Bazin Army.
Then the central army of the Steinmetz Army rushed forward to cut off the connection between the Bazin Army and the French Emperor in Metz, thus forming a north-south pincer attack on the Bazin Army.
Of course, the French Emperor was unwilling to sit still and wait for death. He ordered the defenders of Metz to open contact with the Bazin Army and fight their way out of Steinmetz's Army. However, it was a pity that they lacked the artillery and other heavy weapons. The army was no match for the Prussians.
Without heavy weapons, and the number of troops is not as large as others, this battle is really impossible to fight.
The Chinese army led by Moltke and Bismarck were stuck outside the city of Metz. As long as the French emperor broke out to the south to attack the head of state Steinmetz, they would send large armies to press upward, but the French emperor did not dare to press. Lianzhan could only retreat to the city of Metz.
Everyone has already understood that the Prussians are trying to completely drive the Bazan Army out of the main battlefield and drive them all the way east, making them farther and farther away from the French rear.
Once Bazin's 100,000 soldiers are unable to provide support to the French Emperor, the final battle situation will be simple. Moltke can mobilize at least 300,000 troops to encircle the French Emperor. At that time, there are only 100,000 people left around the French Emperor. .
Three to one and with an absolutely superior number of artillery, even a fool can win this battle!
The difference in military strength between the two sides was too great. Prussia used its developed railway system to transport fresh troops and massive weapons and ammunition to the front in batches. The sound of Krupp's breech-mounted steel cannon had become a nightmare for French soldiers!
After six hours of continuous attacks on the Marne River, Marshal Bazin finally gave up his last illusion and announced that his troops would retreat eastward for repairs.
"The Prime Minister... the Chief of General Staff... the French Bazin Army has retreated, and they are retreating to the east..."
"Great!" Bismarck jumped up excitedly. "Bazan really can't hold on anymore! Hahaha... Even if he has an elite army of veterans, he is still a bunch of waste if he loses supplies!"
"Send the order and ask the legions in the rear to clear the way. Don't block them. Let Bazan retreat eastward!"
"Order the rear troops to quickly occupy Strasbourg and cut off Bazin's detour to escape south!"
"The final moment has arrived! Prepare to launch a general attack on Metz!"
"The command headquarters moves forward, leaving Verdun and pressing towards Metz..."
The general headquarters immediately began to panic after receiving the order. The French troops in the Verdun Fortress who were in constant panic looked at the chaos in the Prussian military camp in the distance in horror.
"Oh God! Are these Prussians about to attack? What can we do? We don't even have many bullets now!"
"Look, if they demolish the camp tent again... are they trying to move it?"
The Verdun Fortress did not fall into the hands of the Prussians. Old Moltke and Bismarck cherished the lives of their soldiers very much. They knew that the French troops trapped in the fortress no longer had the ability to attack.
The French's logistical supplies were completely cut off. These French troops trapped on the isolated island could not even replenish the most basic rations and bullets. There was absolutely no need for their own warriors to bleed to deal with these people.
Surrounding without fighting was actually the strategy that Xiao Letian and them had discussed together at the beginning. They were just a bunch of lost dogs. Their only goal in this war was Napoleon III.
Under the fearful eyes of the French lone army, the Prussian general headquarters began to move eastward. Everyone knew that the Prussians were about to launch a general offensive, but they were unable to do anything, not even the possibility of sending a telegram.
The French telegraph network had long been controlled by the Prussians, and these people not only lacked supplies but even received news from the outside world.
Bismarck and Moltke rode their horses all the way east, flanked by pairs of elite cavalry guards. During the period, there were also many signal corps horses galloping back and forth.
High-spirited and full of ambition! The goddess of victory has smiled on them!
But before the team arrived at St. Menulde, a group of war horses suddenly chased them from behind, and the communications troops sent the latest telegram.
"Report to the Prime Minister! A top-secret telegram has been sent from Belgium. Please read it personally..."
"Belgium? What do they want to do?" Bismarck actually yelled when he tore open the envelope and read every line.
"Ah... God! Ten thousand French cavalry attacked Syny? Did they invade Belgian territory? Their target is Xiao Letian!"
When Old Maoqi heard this, the hairs on his back stood up. "Impossible? The position of the head of state is top secret. How could the French know about it? How is Xiao Letian? Has anything happened?"
"This is the telegram sent at five o'clock last night. We don't know the follow-up news yet! No, I have to go and see it in person... You will be in charge of the subsequent battles. Send me a special train. I will take a detour from Luxembourg. Go to Belgium!”
