The northeast direction of Saarbrücken was still at the top of the hill. Xiao Letian had been watching the battle for a whole day, until the information that the French army finally stopped attacking came, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, Saarbrücken City has been saved! Although the casualties are very large, it is worth it!"

Wang Huaiyuan put down the telescope in his hand and rubbed his sore eyes. "Will it be too early to say that it is saved?"

Xiao Letian did not answer, but Sima Yun next to him said, "One drum is like a tiger, two drum is like a dog! The French army's four-to-one troops did not take this city in twelve hours. The morale has been completely discharged, and they will be done tomorrow!"

Xiao Letian nodded, "That's right, unless the French army now changes new forces, it will be impossible to eat by relying on the Second Army alone!"

"Soldiers rely on a momentum to fight, which is the momentum that can suppress the fear of death. The French soldiers attacking today were all inspired by patriotism and loyalty to the emperor, and of course they also had the dream of getting promoted and making money..."

"It is this high-pitched emotion that supports their attack without fear of life and death! During the battle, all human spirits are concentrated on the enemy. They do not have the time to think about life and death issues, whether it is worth it, or whether it is dangerous issues..."

"But once you retreat and retreat to the camp, you will see your comrades around you suffer heavy casualties, and you will see your partner who was having dinner with you yesterday that has now turned into a cold corpse... Do you think they won't think?"

"Death is not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing is that life is worse than death. Those soldiers who have lost their hands and feet, those poor people with lifelong disabilities, will end up being more cruel than death!"

"It's over, morale has collapsed. I hope the Second Army will never be able to bear it!"

At this time, Luo Huo next to him suddenly asked, "But aren't there many examples of fighting against the enemy in history? Death inspired the living people. They fought bravely to fight ten in one and finally won the victory!"

"What if the French character explodes?"

"Hahaha...how is it possible? Luo Huo, you are thinking too much!" Xiao Letian shook his head.

"That special case of a person who is depressed first and then fights back from the Jedi must be put to death before they can survive! There are many enemies and fewer enemies, and if you are reluctant to sacrifice your life, you will be wiped out!"

"In this case, if you don't work hard, you will definitely die. If everyone works hard, there may be a glimmer of hope! Only in this way will a miracle happen!"

"This is not the case with the French army in Saarbrücken. Its troops are already dominant, and it has not won the four-to-one comparison. What do you think the soldiers will think? Will they win tomorrow?"

"What's more, they are not the dead soldiers in the Jedi. They still have a hope in their hearts, hoping that the army behind them will support them. This kind of dependence will not allow them to create miracles!"

Speaking of this, Xiao Letian suddenly curled his lips unremittingly, "There is another very important reason you haven't figured it out! This time, the vanguard troops sent by Napoleon III are all veterans of the empire's battles!"

"These veterans are treasures of all countries. If one is beaten, only one will be missing. These generals will have the idea of ​​preserving their strength!"

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

"It doesn't matter if the new recruits are dead. Anyway, the common people have them, but the veterans are golden knots!"

"As long as there are enough veterans, this army will theoretically have sufficient grassroots officer regiments such as platoon leaders. It will take less than a year or two to recover from the army!"

"How many veterans did Froshad lose today? Can he not feel sorry for him? Wait and see, tomorrow's battle situation will definitely be weaker than today!"

"Frosard! You might as well fight to the end in one go. No matter how much casualties are, as long as you can take this city, your army's morale will not collapse!"

Xiao Letian’s analysis was not wrong at all, and the statistics that night were so tragic!

After nearly twelve hours of bloody battle, the French army suffered more than 6,500 casualties, and the Pu army was not as good as that in a bloody battle, it was not even better that it would be that the Pu army would directly lose more than 4,000 troops.

Ten thousand evil spirits were left under this small town, and Froshad felt distressed that night the gums were swollen!

"All are veterans of the empire! They are all seeds of the army! Why do you die so much? Why do you die so much?"

The dead soldiers lay quietly in the tomb, covered with a thin layer of soil in the prayer of the military priest, ending their short life.

Those who were seeing off their comrades off on the side, all their faces were gloomy and silent!

What's even more miserable is that the wounded who cannot die were completed by soldiers enduring severe pain due to lack of anesthesia, and many soldiers even died of pain in the hospital bed.

The entire camp was filled with pain and wailing. None of the soldiers could sleep well. They were all thinking about rifles holding their rifles.

Only the artillery continued to bomb, and at this moment, this bombing seemed to be a punishment for maintaining morale. The French army had to express their anger by the roar of cannons.

The chaotic night finally passed, and the attack the next day began as scheduled, but the morale collapsed unexpectedly, and Froshad's first three attacks were almost at a loss.

There was no such tragic scene as yesterday when the two armies fought together for more than half an hour.

Often, both sides shoot intensively, then charge by bayonets. After a little contact with the body, the French army immediately retreated and asked for support.

But there is no support. The artillery has almost smoothed the rifle, and half of the shooters of the heavy machine gun team have been killed. All the support they can be used up.

At the end of the war, Froshad even ordered the cavalry to attack the city, trying to use war horses to break open the Pu army formation at the gate. Unfortunately, the enemy's tenacity was beyond imagination. Two times the cavalry had almost seen the church square in the center of the city, but in the end, the Pu army was killed and retreated from the city.

Just as the tactics of adding fuel to each other, the precious day was wasted, and Froshad had no idea that he had lost a precious opportunity to save the Franco-Prussian War.

At this moment, less than 70 kilometers east of Saarbrücken, another border encounter has broken out!

Visanburg! A strategically important fortress on the German border, controlling the important road to Germany from the north of Salzburg.

Just yesterday, the advance troops of the French McMahon Legion successfully occupied the place, and the more than 1,000 general soldiers in the fortress abandoned the city and fled after just a little resistance.
Chapter completed!