C2673 Battle of Walter

The Wiesanburg's French army suffered a crushing defeat, but the actual casualties were not high. Although the dark night gave the attacker a huge advantage, it also gave the retreating troops the best camouflage.

Out of the more than ten thousand soldiers of the First Division, only three to four thousand were actually captured. The remaining six thousand veterans dispersed and attacked, then regrouped during their escape to form a new unit. Finally, on the second day, they arrived at Walter's meeting with the commander.

From this, one could see the excellence of these vanguard unit s. Once the old soldiers were defeated, they would not sneak back home.

This way, McMahon would have more than 6000 strong army in his hands. Even if he just recuperated a little, these veteran soldiers would still be able to fight in the battlefield.

By now, the number of French infantry near Walter had reached thirty-six thousand men, ten thousand cavalry, a total of forty-six thousand men, and they were all the elites of the Empire, veterans of the Civil War.

Not only that, the ammunition supplies for the 46,000 people were plentiful, since no one in vanguard unit dared to empty them up!

If such an army were to fight Prince Karl, the victor of this battle was uncertain!

On the other hand, Prince Karl's side, Prussia had a total of 78,000 troops! It looked like it was double the French army, but at the moment, Prince Karl's army only had a little over 40,000 people left.

The rest of the troops had just gathered from the rear. Some were distributing ammunition, while others were heading towards the battlefield on foot.

The only ones who could fight were the forty thousand people in the middle, it seemed like McMahon still had a bit of an advantage!

However, the disparity in military strength could not make up for the huge drop in national destiny. When the national destiny of a people began to decline, many strange accidents would happen.

Fate always stretched out its hand to cover the eyes of the decadent, and there would always be small accidents that would change the outcome of the battle.

The defeated soldiers brought false information, which resulted in McMahon making a wrong judgement. He clearly should have used his superiority to fight with the enemy, but his orders were to fight carefully, and if necessary, he could get closer to the center of the army.

This kind of conservative strategy directly caused the morale of the army to waver!

Another fatal mistake was that he should not have allowed these defeated soldiers to come into direct contact with Walter's army. The setback brought by the defeated soldiers was real, so how would the other soldiers feel when they saw how badly their comrades had been beaten?

Coupled with McMahon's extremely weak strategy, it was an even greater proof of the soldiers' wild thoughts.

The army passed a sleepless night under the influence of an indescribable emotion. In the end, early the next morning, the Third Division on the eastern front started fighting with the vanguard of the Prussian army.

It was a misty morning. The soldiers of the Third Division Group started to go to the stream in groups to fetch water to make breakfast, but on their way to get water, they suddenly heard some rustling sounds coming from within the mist.

When they focused their eyes, they were so scared that they started sweating, only to see ten Prussian soldier s rushing out from the mist.

The two sides looked each other in the eye and were all stunned. Then, they all burst out with mournful howls, "There's an enemy!" Discovered enemy! "

Pah pah pah … Prussian soldier was the first to open fire, sweeping away a large portion of the French army who were collecting water!

Less than a quarter of the soldiers escaped back alive. As they ran, they screamed miserably, "The Prussian is here! Prussian ambushed us … "

The entire camp was in chaos. The soldiers wrapped in blankets jumped up from the ground, grabbed their rifles and began loading them with ammunition!

All the officers gathered their men, and the voice of the messenger rang out one after another.

In the east of Third Division, the footsteps were getting more intense in the mist. Everyone knew that the enemy was here!

All of a sudden, the thick fog seemed to have been sucked away by a giant invisible hand, and strangely dissipated.

The commanders of the Third Division shouted in shock, "It's the Bavaria Regiment! What's flying is the flag of the Bavaria!

That's right, the first person to be shot out from the army was the army of the Bavaria. Prince Karl's men directly led the army of the Bavaria, and the forty thousand soldiers of the army were given to Prince Karl to drive!

The battle finally broke out. In order to atone for his son's sins, in order to turn the tables on him in Prussia, the Prince Liutebode personally followed the vanguard army towards Walter, ignoring his own age.

The Emperor did not disappoint, and the dedicated Prince finally fired the first shot of Walter's battle!

"The warriors of the king! The soldiers of the Bavaria! "Opposite us are the French invaders, standing on our land, burning, killing, looting …"

"For the king! For the Germany! "Attack!"

"Long live! Long live! "Long live!" Every square formation had a small drummer who was around ten years old. This was the battle tradition of the era where people lined up to be shot.

The drumbeats could adjust the pace of the soldiers, but they could also motivate the soldiers' morale!

In this era, although it was already a scattered army charge, the traditional Bavaria army that ran military drum did not lose them!

From the sound of the drum, dozens of square arrays began to surround the French army, gradually forming a semicircle in the middle of the wild, directly rushing towards the French army.

The entire camp area became tense as well. The soldiers were all gathered together, facing the enemy in formations. The rifles in their hands were aimed vigilantly at the enemies in the distance.

800 meters, 700 meters, 500 meters … Everyone was waiting for the rifle's most effective range. When the distance between the two sides reached a distance of four hundred meters, the French army was the first to open fire.

"Fire …" Fire... "Shoot..."

Boom! Boom! Boom! The cannons at the back began to rumble, the cannons cut across the horizon and exploded in the Bavaria army camp.

Pah pah pah … A mysterious rain of bullets rained down, sweeping away the soldiers at the very front.

However, this number of casualties could not stop the attacking Bavaria soldiers. At this moment, the drumbeats suddenly became as dense as rain, the officers of all ranks brandished their weapons and shouted, "Scatter line of attack!" Shoot! "

"Kill …" The dense formation immediately dispersed into a line of soldiers rushing forward. Each formation began to alternate between shooting and covering, and casualties began to appear in the opposing French army.

Prince Liutebode looked coldly at the tide of people charging at him. In his eyes, those soldiers that had died in battle were like lifeless soldiers, he only waited quietly with incomparable patience.

"Fire!" I don't believe that you have so little cannon... You guys must still be hiding something! "

"Fire …" "You guys can fire …"

The Prince had intended to use the first wave of soldiers as bait and force all the artillery positions in the French army to reveal their target!

As expected, the French were tricked. When the crazy Bavaria soldiers were less than 100 meters away, the two hidden artillery positions finally opened fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The artillery shell exploded amidst the charging crowd, rapidly reducing the density of the charge.

"Hahaha …" He was waiting for the present moment! Artillery fire... Turn the French cannon into a mute! "

The latest batch of Krupp steel gun finally burst into battle! The steel gun responded to the French attack with its fastest firing rate.