"The 1st Battalion, 3rd Guards Infantry Regiment... assault!"
At the critical moment, shouts of kill suddenly rang out in the next block, followed by two bombardments, and more than half of the small building close to the French machine gun position was destroyed.
Broken bricks and tiles flew everywhere, and the machine gunner who was about to fire was immediately hit. The shooter who was about to pull the trigger was hit by a brick on his head, and his vision went dark and he fainted.
"There is an enemy attack on the flank..." The French army roared in confusion. In the roar, a very young officer jumped out of the gap in the ruins of broken bricks. He waved a military flag and behind him were hundreds of howling Prussian infantry. They were holding bayonets and the sound of killing was loud.
At the end of the team, smoke was rising from the muzzles of two field guns, and the artillerymen were busy loading ammunition!
This officer is only in his twenties, but he already has the rank of lieutenant on his uniform. The straight military uniform complements his age, giving him an unstoppable aura.
The Prussian troops who rushed into the battlefield quickly overwhelmed Frossard's heavy machine gun position. The shooters suddenly became dead souls under the bayonets. The remaining Prussian troops turned their machine guns and began to fire at the French flank.
Tat-tat-tat...tat-tat-tat...Bullets fired at the charging French army, and these crazy veterans were mowed down like leeks.
"Damn it!" Frossard cursed angrily, "Whoever is guarding the flank deserves to be killed! Reserves... prepare to attack!"
The ticking bugle sounded, and bursts of horse hoofbeats came from behind the No. 5 Bastion. The last thousand cavalry hidden in Frossard were also pushed onto the battlefield!
"The first battalion... spread out and defend... build shooting bunkers..."
The young officer was not at all confused. He began to order his men to use the endless supply of ruined building materials on the street to start building temporary shooting shelters.
Whole wooden beams, tattered sandbags, half of brick walls, and even smashed and broken furniture were piled on the long street!
This officer seemed to be very knowledgeable about Chinese civil engineering work. The temporary field fortifications actually had noses and eyes, and there were even traffic trenches between the three low walls.
The soldiers lay down behind the bunkers one by one, stretched the muzzles of their guns along the gaps in the bricks, and fired desperately at the French army.
At this time, a thousand cavalrymen had completed their acceleration, and the ground trampled by the horses on the street was shaking. Soon these cavalrymen rushed to the fortifications.
War horses can reopen military formations made of human bodies, but they cannot break through bunkers made of broken bricks and wood. The cavalrymen controlled their horses to jump up one by one, but as soon as they jumped up, they realized something was wrong.
This group of Prussian troops was so cunning. The area more than ten meters behind the entire shooting bunker was filled with junk, and there was no place for the war horses to stay.
The screaming war horse stepped directly on the garbage, and there was only a crisp sound of bones breaking. The vanguard cavalry, including men and horses, fell into the Prussian position.
At this time, the hiding Prussians jumped up one by one, picked up their bayonets and stabbed these cuirassiers to death one by one!
At this moment, Wang Chen was already together with these rescuing Prussian soldiers. His bayonet had been broken. He did not know where to buy two engineering shovels from where. When they were rounded, they were like Li Kui's axe, harvesting like the wind. saving the lives of the charging French cavalry.
"Which army are you from?" Wang Chen asked in English with a weird accent.
"The 1st Battalion of the 3rd Infantry Guards Regiment of Danzig..." The young officer held the military flag and dodged the enemy's bullets behind the bunker.
"What? Say it again..." Wang Chen asked loudly.
The battlefield was extremely chaotic and neither of them could hear clearly what they were saying. In addition, both of them had accents in English, so it turned out that they were talking like ducks and peepers.
"Forget it, I remember you anyway. I will definitely celebrate your victory to the head of state later. I remember your military flag and your appearance..."
"What...the head of state...did the head of state also come to the battlefield in person?"
"How many soldiers do you have left? How long can you hold on... We need twenty minutes..."
"Where is the Führer? Do you need my support?"
The two of them were talking on completely different channels. You yelled something and I yelled something, which seemed quite lively to outsiders.
But these two troops, who had never cooperated before, blocked the charge of more than a thousand French cavalry!
Wang Chen praised the young officer for his proper command and the beautiful temporary bunker construction. The young Prussian officer also lamented the unique equipment of the Chinese soldiers and their very sharp street fighting tactics.
The strong and the strong always cherish each other. In the end, Wang Chen even gave the young officer a large-caliber shotgun and dozens of rounds of ammunition.
"Keep it to save your life! This thing is very useful among the rebels. One dozen of them will make a big area!"
"Thank you... I still want to know where the Führer is? Can I get an autograph?"
"I don't understand what you are saying. Let's defeat the enemy in front of us first! We have to hold on for twenty minutes... until our artillery support comes up!"
"Artillery...I have artillery here...but there are only ten shells left..."
Boom boom boom... The explosion interrupted the shouts of the two men. The Napoleon cannon on the bastion was firing at them. The shells exploded at the closest distance, and dust and brick fragments rained down on them like crackling rain.
"Damn it! How can we dismantle this fortress... Why is it so strong that even artillery can't penetrate it!" Wang Chen shook the dust on his head and cursed bitterly as he looked at the seven-meter-high bastion in front of him.
"That's a bastion... specially used to defend against artillery shells. Didn't you notice the ridges on the edge of the fort? It can buffer the impact of artillery shells..." the young officer said loudly.
The bastion is a unique type of fortress that appeared in the Middle Ages. Its biggest feature is its very high defense against artillery. First of all, the walls of the fortress are not vertical but diagonal.
It seems that the sloping city wall is easy for soldiers to climb, but this slope can easily cause the cannonballs to ricochet, and the bevel can break up most of the impact force.
Moreover, because the bastion is not a horizontal city wall, but exists like a star, it is easy to form an angle of fire. It is really a suicidal behavior for infantry to attack such a fortress.
Soldiers attacking from the front will not only face frontal fire suppression, but also fire from the left and right wings. The attacker who is attacked on three sides is destined to suffer serious casualties.
The bastion in Sedan City is such a solid defense. This kind of thick city wall cannot be destroyed by artillery shells. However, the Prussian army did not prepare large-caliber mortars for the entire battle. Facing such a bastion, It is a hard nut to crack, and now the Prussian army can only rely on engineers to bravely move forward and blast.
Wang Chen's eyes almost burst into flames when he looked at the fortress in front of him that was firing cannons. "Damn it...if it weren't for this broken fortress, we would have gone in and captured the Emperor alive!"
"Hasn't our artillery support arrived yet? Clean up all the broken houses around and prepare the engineers to go up and blow them up!"
Note: Who is this young officer? Guess... whoever guesses correctly will get an update!
