Bismarck's face turned pale. He suddenly realized that the pressure he faced at this moment was actually much greater than planning the entire Franco-Prussian War!
"Mao Qi... my old friend... I always have a terrible fantasy at this moment... I have been fantasizing..."
"What? What do you want to say?" Old Maoqi looked at the Iron-Blooded Prime Minister and his face turned pale, knowing that this must not be a good thing.
"I'm dreaming...if I can fight another night...and try to wipe out all the 100,000 French troops in front of me..."
"Crazy! Are you crazy!" Old Maoqi's hands trembled in fright, and his cigar fell directly onto his leather boots.
"Annihilate the 100,000 French troops in front of you? When did you become a bloodthirsty murderer? Haven't you always said that war is just a continuation of politics, and the purpose of our war is to unify Germany?"
"The French Emperor has hoisted the white flag, and our soldiers have been fighting bloody battles all day long without even drinking water... If the fight continues, will you let these brave young men die in vain?"
Listening to Moltke's anger, Bismarck whispered, "No...I'm not a bloodthirsty lunatic...I just want to let France's energy vent a little more. These are all experienced officer corps!"
As soon as the words "officer corps" were mentioned, Moltke immediately understood who he was. He was the Chief of General Staff of Germany. His entire family had been involved in the military for generations.
He understood Bismarck's voice as soon as he heard it, "No! Bismarck, when did you become so crazy? I know your thoughts... Wait, this is not your thought, this is Xiao Letian's, right? ?”
"God, we are Europeans, we can't learn from Asians!"
"If you dare to massacre these surrendered officer corps today, you will become the public enemy of the whole of Europe later! Although you seem to have completely eliminated France's future hidden dangers, you will also create countless enemies at the same time!"
Bismarck put his hand on his forehead and sighed, "I understand, of course I understand, but... this plan is like a tempting devil, always making me want to move!"
Old Moltke handed him a cigarette. "Calm down, my friend! Eastern thinking and Western thinking are inherently different. Many tactics suitable for Asia are taboo in Europe!"
"We in Europe have not had a large population since ancient times. The population alone has been far lower than that of China since ancient times. We really don't have that much population to waste!"
"In Asia, monarchs can regard population as a resource, and massacre is sometimes the only way to deal with the enemy once and for all, but this is not the case in Europe..."
"If we open the door to massacre and it becomes a routine, then Europe will never have hope. We don't have that many people to sacrifice!"
"So just obey our redemption system and use these captives as bargaining chips to extract more actual benefits than anything else!"
Bismarck took a long drag on his cigarette and said with a long sigh, "Yes! Europe is not China, and our level of chaos is far greater than that of Asia!"
"In the history of the Chinese people, the Three Kingdoms period was considered chaotic enough, and the Warring States period was nothing more than the seven heroes competing for hegemony!"
"The situation in Europe is much more complicated than theirs. We are not fighting for hegemony among the seven heroes. We are fighting for hegemony among all nations! There are too many countries. There is me among you, and you among me... Forget it, blow the rally call and tell our soldiers to stop fighting!"
"I don't want to see an anti-German alliance appear in Europe. We can't deal with the whole of Europe!"
Bismarck finally jumped out of the temptation of Xiao Letian's poisonous plan. After purging his inner demons, he finally issued an order to cease the war.
This order had to be issued by Bimarck. Although Moltke was the commander-in-chief of the battle, the surrender of the French Emperor involved a very important imperial foreign policy.
The king did not give Old Moltke the authorization for diplomacy. It was up to Bimarck to decide whether to accept the French Emperor's surrender!
After a while, the assembly horn was blown inside and outside the city of Sedan. The Prussian army, which was being killed in darkness, heard the familiar assembly horn and almost reflexively stopped fighting with bayonets in their hands.
At the same time, a rally call sounded from behind the French position, and the dying French troops suddenly saw the hope of survival.
The battlefield was so strange. The French veterans and the Prussian soldiers were fighting with their bayonets just now. They were doing their best to kill each other just now, but they all stopped when the trumpet sounded.
As if the photo was frozen, the two bayonets were placed together like an arch. The expressions of the enemy and our soldiers no longer looked ferocious and became numb and even a little confused.
Is the war over now? The soldiers who had been fighting for a day couldn't believe their eyes, but when he quietly and vigilantly retracted the bayonet, he found that the other party was also quietly retreating.
The murderous aura that permeated Sedan City suddenly disappeared like a cloud and the wind at this moment!
The Prussian and French troops looked at each other and began to disengage. They took their wounded soldiers on the ground and began to retreat. Under the command of one officer after another, the phalanxes began to assemble one by one.
The battle between Joffre and Hindenburg was over at this moment. God played a big joke on them. The last cannon hidden by Joffre could be fired in the next second, and the one secretly dispatched by Hindenburg Even the troops had already moved around to Xiafei's rear.
This was destined to be a lose-lose battle. Perhaps these two later famous generals would die today, but God made his decision and this war ended!
Both sides walked out of their hiding places cautiously, and each asked their commander to assemble their troops. When the hidden cannon appeared, Hindenburg also broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.
"The commander opposite...can you leave me a name? I am Prussian Captain Hindenburg!"
Joffre puffed up his chest proudly, "French, Joffre, rank captain!"
But immediately afterwards, Xiafei discovered that a company of French troops suddenly appeared from behind their position, and the eighteen-year-old lieutenant put away his pride.
"You...you just sent a company of troops to make a detour...forget it...forget it..."
Both of them had a bit of sympathy in their eyes at the same time, and suddenly they stepped forward to the middle of the battlefield.
"I hope that one day, you and I will actually fight against each other..."
"Definitely! I hope that by then, you and I will both be generals..."
The two hands were clasped together, with admiration and hatred in their eyes!
At this moment, a group of fast horses suddenly rushed past the two men. A young man wearing the uniform of the French palace guard held a white flag in one hand and galloped towards the Prussian army headquarters.
"If you lose this battle, you must be the knight who sent the letter of surrender from the French Emperor!" Hindenburg was extremely proud.
Xiafei's face turned red and he said coldly, "How can France's national destiny for thousands of years be decided in just one battle? In the battle between great powers, we still have to look further!"
snort! The two snorted at the same time and turned back to their own team!
