The Battle of the Bulge, later French military experts preferred to call it the Sting of the Bulge, because it was a small-scale counterattack in the entire battle. Although it was tragic, the area was too small.
McMahon personally visited the battlefield to motivate, which indeed boosted the morale of the soldiers. However, it is very regrettable that he is also a mortal and cannot have countless clones. The number of soldiers he can influence is limited.
But before this war, his early preparations and incentives did not involve the few words he just said!
After McMahon recovered from his illness after the war, he deeply reflected on his mistakes and secretly recorded them in his diary. It was not until his descendants decrypted it to the society a hundred years later.
McMahon admitted in his diary that he did not give the entire army a morale boost like a thorn in the salient before the war broke out. The reason was simply because those theories belonged to the enemy, Xiao Letian!
Using the enemy's words to boost the morale of his soldiers was an extremely shameful act for McMahon. If he hadn't been asked in a corner by the young lieutenant in a hurry, he would never have said it.
But the final result completely shocked McMahon. He never expected that these words would actually succeed in summoning the soul! At that moment, all the French troops in the entire salient seemed to have returned to the side of Napoleon, the God of War.
Inspired by the soul of the great French military god, they once again created incredible achievements!
More than four thousand French veterans devoted themselves to the desperate counterattack. They spent all their bullets and broke the bayonets on their rifles.
They snatch the enemy's engineering shovel and even fight with their fists, feet and teeth!
No soldier thought about escaping. Even if he was seriously injured and was close to death, he would light his gun and pounce on the enemy in front of him.
All the soldiers turned into demons. Death-like soldiers covered in blood launched a suicidal charge towards the Prussian regiment. When the Prussian conscripts watched the bloody men rushing towards them one by one, even the bravest warriors Frightened.
The wounded French soldiers who charged with their guns even needed one hand to stuff their intestines into their stomachs!
A soldier with a broken leg must keep moving forward even if he uses his rifle as a crutch!
The entire neighborhood in the protrusion was littered with corpse fragments, and viscera and blood were sprayed everywhere!
Countless dying soldiers shouted at the enemy like wolves, "No one...can take away our...freedom!"
"Before God... everyone is equal... I would rather die than be a slave!"
"Attack! Brothers of France...attack!"
The battle flag that was blown into rags by artillery fire still did not fall down. The soldiers who rushed out of the pool of blood sang Marseillaise and rushed towards the Prussian position!
"What are these traitors and monarchs harboring?"
"Who are these damn shackles going to be put on?"
"French compatriots, this is for us! This is a great disgrace!"
"It's unbearable. They are planning to push us back to the slave age!"
The majestic Marseillaise was full of sadness at this moment, and the lyrics of the second verse were sung back and forth by the soldiers!
Yes, since the birth of Marseillaise, France has faced heavy siege from kings across Europe. All people know that the enemy wants to send free France back to the slave age!
Let the feudal kings and nobles oppress the people again, and let the clergy fool the people again!
The French absolutely do not want this kind of life. This is the belief that supports all the French troops in the entire Thorn of the Bulge!
The French aristocratic officer whose life had come to an end had hallucinations before his eyes. He seemed to see his grandfather and father standing in front of him again.
The revolutionary flag in the sky covers the sky and the sun, and everything that our ancestors have defended with their lives is clearly visible!
The officer held the military flag in his hand and pressed his body on it like a statue. The broken military flag was deeply embedded in the pile of corpses, and blood flowed down the flagpole.
"Soldiers...continue...attack!"
"Don't forget! After the Revolution...the first ones to invade France...were these Prussian beasts!"
"You will never die if you want to kill me! The Prussians... will never die if you want to kill me and France!"
"Fight to the last moment...Fight to the last soldier!"
"Attack...attack!"
The seriously injured noble roared with the last strength of his life. At that moment, his entire soul was integrated into the glory of his ancestors!
I died in battle, but I used my life to protect the freedom of our children!
"May there be no more oppressors in this world who drink human blood!"
Boom... there was a loud noise, the artillery shell exploded next to the officer, and thousands of shrapnel pierced his body, but the military flag was still stuck in the corpse and making a sound!
McMahon looked at all this, watching groups of reserve soldiers around him pounce on the enemy, and his heart ached as if it was being torn apart.
At this moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the tower where the Emperor was located again. His heart was screaming, "Your Majesty! This is your war, this is your empire, can't you just step down..."
"Why do you want me to say these words... If you come down and hold up your uncle's battle flag with your own hands... then how can these 100,000 warriors who are loyal to you not fight to the death!"
At this moment, just when McMahon was about to shed anxious tears, suddenly a crazy roar sounded from the front line!
"Pierced the enemy's position! Penetrated the Prussian position!"
"Long live the Empire! Long live France!"
Four thousand French troops, at a high price of two-thirds of the battle losses, directly broke through the Prussian position twice their own size, and the thorn of the protrusion finally penetrated!
At this time, a young voice suddenly sounded behind McMahon. The 18-year-old lieutenant shouted to his subordinates!
"The Vincennes Artillery Regiment...move forward! Use our artillery fire to support our infantry brothers!"
"Long live France! The artillery advances..."
At this moment, McMahon suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the eighteen-year-old lieutenant and whispered, "Listen to my orders! You can't join the charge! Get behind and wait..."
"This is an order! Do not refute, execute the order immediately!"
"Why? Why can't I go into battle!" the young lieutenant retorted loudly.
At this time, McMahon had no time to explain to the child, "Lieutenant! Remember your rank! When facing me, you can only execute orders!"
"Child, tell me, what is your name..."
The eighteen-year-old lieutenant had tears of grievance in his eyes, "Joseph Jacques Césaire Joffre... a native of Rivesaltes in the Pyrenees..."
"Okay! Xiafei, right? You are the hope of the future of our motherland. You can't waste it in this war...Give me paper and pen!"
Note: Well, the identity of the eighteen-year-old lieutenant has been revealed. He is Joffre, the commander-in-chief of the French army in World War I, known for his good defense!
Many book friends guessed it was Foch. This answer is wrong. Foch actually did not catch up with the Franco-Prussian War. Foch was in Metz in 1870!
At that time, he was preparing to take the École Polytechnique in Paris, which he had only entered after the war!
An update will be added later for those who guess correctly!
