Where are the limits of humankind? No one can say clearly, but one thing is for sure, many people who were hailed as legends had no choice at the time!
If given a choice, the old company commander also hopes to complete the operation in a clean and tidy hospital, with anesthesia, beautiful female nurses, and skilled surgeons!
But there are none of these in the city of Metz. There are no doctors, nurses, anesthetics... not even food. There are just mountains of shells, bullets and guns!
The old company commander inquired that according to the current consumption rate, Metz City's ammunition can still be used for at least three months!
Three months! That would not be until January 1871. This ammunition would be enough to sustain the whole winter, but what about the food? Can the current food last for three weeks?
After getting through the most painful moment, washing the wound with alcohol, cutting out the gangrenous flesh and suturing it were no longer a problem!
After the wound was completely sutured and he spit out the wood residue in his mouth, the second platoon leader had returned from hunting. With a squad of soldiers, he took out sixteen large rats from the sewers of the defense area and skewered them with a wooden stick. Together.
"It's already noon...prepare food...it looks like we can eat something good today...fresh rat meat!"
All food in the city of Metz has been uniformly distributed. Dog meat and cat meat are delicacies for senior officers. All birds in the sky have been shot down one by one by sharpshooters.
But these ordinary front-line soldiers can only eat rats from the sewers!
Even if it is a mouse, you cannot catch it randomly. You cannot cross the defense zone and catch a mouse on someone else's territory, but there will be a quarrel!
The mouse was skinned and the internal organs were removed. The meat was washed and then cut into small pieces. Water was boiled in an iron pot. The mouse meat and a little oatmeal allocated by the logistics were thrown in, and then sprinkled with a little salt.
More than a hundred brothers gathered around three large iron pots, looking at the broth where the grains of wheat could be counted, each and every one of them had greedy eyes!
The old company commander looked at the Prussian army's position in the distance with sharp eyes. He said without looking back, "Put a piece of compressed biscuit into each pot! After a bloody battle all night, you should replenish it..."
"Long live!" The brothers cheered excitedly. The platoon leader took the spoon himself. Holding the captured compressed biscuits in one hand and a dagger in the other, he began to scrape the biscuits into crumbs bit by bit, and then sprinkled them into the pot.
The other soldiers gently stirred the broth with wooden spoons. The compressed biscuits were full of starch, and soon the mouse broth had a viscous feel. The aroma of oil and sugar, and even a faint milk fragrance began to waft out. .
While all the soldiers in the company were waiting for the broth to be cooked, the old company commander who was observing the battlefield suddenly changed his face. He poked the ground with his hand and tried to sit up despite the pain of the wound.
"Help me...help me against the wall...there is another movement from the Prussian army on the other side...look..."
The telescope was placed in the hands of the company commander, and he gently turned the focus. Soon the old company commander discovered the strangeness of the enemy's position opposite. In the camp opposite, countless officers-like people ran out of tents and wooden houses. They were in They formed two lines in the distance, as if they were waiting for someone.
After a while, more than a dozen military carriages suddenly appeared in the further direction, escorted by hundreds of cavalry, they quickly arrived at the Prussian position.
"Oh God! Another big shot from the Prussian Army came to inspect the position...Oh God, isn't it going to be a general offensive on our side? God bless, please don't use our defense zone as the location for the general attack..."
Even with a telescope, the distance was still far enough. The old company commander couldn't see clearly the appearance of the person coming or even the rank on the uniform. He just thought those military uniforms were strange, as if they were not the style of ordinary Prussian soldiers!
The senior officials inspecting the battlefield gathered in the trenches at the front, and under the protection of countless soldiers, began to look at the city of Metz with telescopes, and whispered to each other from time to time.
The more he looked at it, the more something was wrong. The old company commander felt more and more that these big shots who suddenly appeared were different, because he actually saw blue military uniforms!
"I joined the army when I was nineteen years old and have been fighting for more than twenty years now... I have been to Crimea and I also went on an expedition to the Qing Dynasty... Except for the navy, it is impossible for other troops to have such uniforms. A blue and white color?"
"The navy is coming? Could it be that..." the old company commander put down his telescope, "there is only one possibility. The people coming across are senior Chinese officials... those Chinese!"
My guess was not wrong at all. The person who was exposed was Xiang Ying and a group of naval officers who were watching the battle!
The Zhiyuan is undergoing major repairs in the William Naval Port at the moment. Xiang Ying took Jin Sanshun and other senior officials to defect to the head of state for the purpose of watching the battle and learning!
Maybe Xiao Letian just lost Zai Chun as his disciple and felt a little lonely, so he didn't want to lose Xiang Ying as his disciple again, so there was no big settlement of old accounts in the past!
The relationship between master and apprentice has eased a lot. This time Xiao Letian helped Bismarck conduct diplomatic coordination, and Xiang Ying and Jin Sanshun followed him all the time.
Xiao Letian in the trench looked at Mesjian City through binoculars and couldn't help but gasped, "What a majestic fortress city! What a complicated city defense system!"
The Prussian division commander next to him said respectfully, "Yes, Head of State! The entire city of Metz is completely militarized, and France has been expanding continuously for hundreds of years in the Middle Ages!"
"This is a fortified city capable of garrisoning 100,000 troops...and there are tunnels and bastions underground, so we don't know the location at all!"
"It's difficult for us to find out the situation in the city right now. The only thing we can be sure of is that there is a serious lack of food in the city... So I suggest... let's besiege the city!"
These front-line commanders all hope to get through to the head of state first, and then let Xiao Letian give advice to Bismarck and Lao Maoqi. These commanders all hope to suspend the attack. There are too many dead in this city!
"The head of state...the number of casualties yesterday alone exceeded 4,000...it is really unbeatable!"
Xiao Letian stopped talking. The endless fortress city in front of him shocked him, and some long-standing fragments in his memory began to gradually emerge.
The city of Metz is not very well-known in the 21st century, but this city has a significant role in the world's military history!
Needless to say, in the late World War II, when the Allied forces officially began the campaign to liberate France, a battle that was not well-known but of great significance broke out in the city of Metz!
Battle of Metz! If you are not a true military fan, you may not know the existence of this battle!
Just under this fortified city, the famous American general Patton was hit on the head and his head was bleeding!
Xiao Letian frowned and whispered in a low voice, "You can't fight! You can't fight! How many people will die... Pass my order to find a group of French officers among your prisoners. I want to personally screen them!"
