Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

In the northeast of the Salbrucon, at the top of that hill, Xiao Letian had already been watching the battle for an entire day. He only heaved a sigh of relief after he received the news that the French had finally stopped attacking.

"Alright, Salbrucon City is safe now! Although the casualties are great, it is worth it! "

Wang Huaiyuan put down the telescope in his hand and rubbed his sore eyes: "Isn't it a little too early to say that it's preserved?"

Xiao Letian did not answer, but Sima Yun spoke out, "You are like a tiger in one go, and a dog in the second! The four to one French forces have not been able to take down the city for twelve hours. The morale is completely gone and tomorrow, they will be finished too! "

Xiao Letian nodded his head, "That's right, unless the French come out to fight, the Second Army would not be able to win!"

"Soldiers fight because of an imposing aura, an aura that can suppress the fear of death. The French soldiers who are attacking today are encouraged by the patriotism and loyalty to the king, and of course, the dream of becoming an official and making a fortune …"

"It's precisely this kind of high and mighty emotion that allows them to attack without fear of death! In the process of battle, the mind is completely focused on the enemy, they don't have the time to think about life and death, whether it's worth it or not, or whether it's dangerous … "

"But once you leave, go back to the camp and see with your own eyes the heavy casualties of your comrades beside you. The comrades who had eaten together with you yesterday have now turned into an ice-cold corpse …" Do you think they won't think? "

"Death is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that life is worse than death. Those soldiers who have lost their limbs and those poor disabled for life, their fate is even more cruel than death!"

"It's over, the morale is down, this Salbrucon, can't even hope for the Second Army to finish them!"

At this time, Luo Huo who was at the side suddenly asked, "But isn't there also a history of battles that have happened since the beginning? Death has encouraged those who are still alive. They have bravely killed their enemies and won by one against ten! "

"What if the Frenchman's character breaks out?"

"Hahaha …" How is that possible? Luo Huo, you think too much! " Xiao Letian shook his head.

"Those special cases of the Jedi's counterattack when the morale is low must have been put to death! If we do not sacrifice our lives, we will be annihilated! "

"Under these circumstances, if we don't work hard, we will all die. If everyone works hard, perhaps there's still a chance for survival! Only then will a miracle happen! "

"But the Salbrucon's French Army is not in such a situation. They already have the advantage in terms of military strength, and they can't even win against a 4: 1 match. What do you think the soldiers will think? You can win tomorrow? "

"Furthermore, they are not dead troops in the dead zone. They still have hope for the reinforcements of the army in the future. This kind of reliance will not allow them to create a miracle!"

Speaking till here, Xiao Letian suddenly curled his lips tirelessly: "There is still a very important reason why you all can't think it through! This time, the vanguard unit that Napoleon III has sent to us are all veterans of hundreds of wars in the empire! "

"These veterans are the treasures of all the countries, we only have one less to fight. These generals all have the intention to conserve their strength!"

"These veterans on the battlefield are actually old soldiers. They know that the value of a single veteran is equal to, or even greater than, ten recruits!"

"It doesn't matter if all the recruits are dead. There are still civilians, but veterans have golden lumps!"

"As long as there are enough veterans, this army would theoretically have enough basic officer and other groups. When the time comes, it would not even take a year and half, and the army would still be able to recover!"

"How many veterans did Flosad lose today? How could he not feel heartache? Just you wait and see, tomorrow's battle situation will definitely be weaker than today's! "

"Flosad! You might as well just go all out and fight to the end. No matter how heavy the casualties are, as long as you can take down this city, the morale of your army will not crumble! "

Xiao Letian's analysis was not the least bit wrong, the results of this night's statistics were shockingly harsh!

After almost twelve hours of bloody battles, the number of casualties in the French Army had reached as high as 6500 people, while the Prussian army was not in a good mood. They had lost more than 4000 people in a bloody battle.

Ten thousand vengeful spirits were lost in this small city. Flosad's heart ached so much that his gums swollen!

"They are all veterans of the empire! All the seeds of the army! Why did so many people die? Why did so many people die? "

The dead soldiers lay quietly in the tomb, a thin layer of dirt covering their short lives under the prayers of the chaplain.

Those who were sending off their comrades all had gloomy expressions, not saying a word!

Even more miserable were the wounded that could not die. Due to the lack of hemp, many of the operations were performed by soldiers enduring great pain. There were even many soldiers who directly died from the pain on their beds.

The entire camp was filled with painful wails. None of the soldiers could sleep soundly. Each of them held onto their rifles as they pondered on something. It was unknown what they were thinking about.

Only the artillery continued to bombard, and at the moment the bombardment was more like a punishment for morale. The French army had to rely on the roar of the cannons to express their anger.

The chaotic night had finally passed, and the second day of attacks had begun as scheduled. However, the morale of the troops had collapsed unexpectedly, causing the first three waves of attacks to crumble.

The tragic scene of the two armies fighting for more than half an hour had completely disappeared.

Usually, both sides would launch concentrated fire before bayonets would charge. As soon as they came in contact with a pile of corpses, the French army would immediately retreat and request for reinforcements.

However, there was no need for support. The artillery had already milled the rifling line to the point where half of the heavy machine gun team's shooters had already died. Any support they could muster had already been used up.

At the end of the battle, Flosad had even ordered the cavalry to attack the city, in an attempt to use their horses to break through the Prussian army's army lines. Unfortunately, the enemy's tenacity was beyond imagination, and on two occasions, the cavalry had already seen the church square in the middle of the city, but they were still forced to retreat by the Prussian army.

In this way, Flosad wasted his precious day. Flosad had no idea that he had lost a valuable opportunity to save the Franco-Prussian War.

At this moment, less than 70 kilometers east of Salbrucon, another border battle had already erupted!

Wiesanburg! A strategically important fortress at the borders of the Germany controlled the important northern part of Salzburg route to enter the Germany.

And just yesterday, the vanguard troops of the French army, the McMahon Corps, had smoothly occupied this place. The more than a thousand Prussian army in the fort only resisted for a moment before abandoning the city and fleeing.