The Spisilin Heights, just southwest of Saarbrücken, is a densely forested hill, and a medieval castle, Rosenburg, stands here. As long as the Second Army defends this high ground, it can cover the headquarters of the Royal Empire in Metz.

Napoleon III and Marshal Bazin were now commanding the battle here, and the main forces of the Western Front Corps also gathered here to wait for more supplies.

Froshad could not and dared to retreat backwards. Throwing Salbrücken would have made it difficult for him to explain in front of the Emperor. If he could not even defend the last forward position, then the only thing waiting for him would be to go to the military court.

As soon as the Second Army arrived in the Sbycilin Heights, the soldiers had not had time to eat a bite of hot rice, they received an order to arrange fortifications and be careful to resist the Prussian pursuers.

The exhausted French army began to load sandbags and build low walls for shooting, cut down trees to build bunkers, and soon all the animals in the forest were shocked to run away.

However, these French troops underestimated the Prussian enthusiasm for fighting. Before the fortifications were completed, the Prussian outpost cavalry had already fired with the Second Army's Rangers.

There were gunfire sounds from afar. The army soldiers knew that the enemy was approaching and quickly distributed ammunition for the final battle preparations without worrying about hunger.

"Here... there are troops in the distance! The Prussians came from the north..."

"At two o'clock in the direction...there is a brigade that is eye-catching..."

"Be prepared for combat...the enemy is gathering...to build fortifications quickly..."

"Damn it...why are they going on? Why did they suddenly launch an attack?"

Froshad was completely stunned. The enemy's vanguard cavalry was circling around the battlefield with the soldiers of the Queen's Cavalry Regiment, and the two sides had a small-scale exchange of fire.

The troops of a brigade of Prussia also arrived below the high ground. I originally thought that these Prussian troops would wait for the subsequent reinforcements to gather together and then launch an attack, but I never expected that just one brigade's troops would dare to attack the high ground.

Froshad would have probably been killed, but he could not have thought that the person who commanded the attack this time was the life-and-death enemy of the Emperor, Xiao Letian, the head of state of the Chinese clan.

Logically speaking, Xiao Letian has no right to command the general army to fight, but Xiao Letian has the right to observe the battlefield! When Brigade Commander Kameko received the vanguard order, Xiao Letian actually asked the five hundred Chinese special forces members to cooperate with him in the attack.

Everyone dared to reject this requirement, and everyone saw with their own eyes the bravery and good fighting of the Chinese special forces members in the previous battle. Brigade Commander Kameko hoped that such an iron army would cooperate with the battle.

However, when the vanguard force crossed the Sar River and approached the Sbisilin Heights, Xiao Letian over the initiative and issued an order to attack.

Kameko couldn't believe his ears, "First of the Year... Are you kidding again? There is an army's force on the high ground! Although they suffered serious losses in Saarbrücken, their troops are now at least about 25,000!"

"We dare to attack with one brigade? No, we must wait for the subsequent large troops to arrive!"

Xiao Letian shook his head, "The enemy has 25,000, and we only have 7,500 people. It seems that the troops are disparity, and we have no chance of victory!"

"But we must fight this battle, because the battle between the two countries is no longer a simple military contest. Now the enemy and us fight for morale! What we fight for is judgment of the future!"

"Cameko...how did you think we won the Battle of Walter? Do you really think the French army is so weak? You were wrong! The French army is actually not weak at all!"

"If one-on-one, the same number of soldiers fight each other, the probability of the French winning is much greater than that of us!"

"Because France is engaged in the professional soldier system, we are just the national conscript system! The training level is completely different, and there are more opportunities for actual combat than us!

"We must admit that we are indeed a little worse than the quality of soldiers!

"But, we Prussia are much higher than their qualities than their commanders! Although France has many excellent middle-level officers, a large number of their senior officials are dominated by incompetent nobles!"

"On weekdays, you can see that they talk about one set after another, but if you really try to train on the battlefield, many people's skins can be torn apart!"

"Isn't this the case for McMahon? In the end, he couldn't even judge our real strength. It was obviously a one-to-one comparison of troops, but it was deceived by our artillery and the momentum of our attack!"

"As soon as the battle began, he thought he was outnumbered, and he wanted to preserve his strength, so he fled to the Vosges without hesitation!"

"Look at Froshad! He is also a fool who can only fight with the wind! As soon as the news of the Battle of Walter came, he turned around and fled south, which shows that he is also a harsh man on the inside!"

"The arrogant French army has been knocked out by the Eastern Front with a blow, and all we have to do is not to wake them up, and we have to make another blow on the Western Front!"

"We have few people, but we must also attack bravely, so that Froshad can't figure out where we get the confidence, and let them misjudgment that we will have a stronger army in the future!"

"It's going to scare them!"

"We created an incredible miracle at the Battle of Walter, and we will create a miracle today in Spicelin Heights!"

"As long as the Second Army can be defeated or eaten, the morale of the French Western Front will be over! Metz's base will be shocked!"

"What's more important is...it's more important is Paris, France! Our intelligence personnel are waiting for our good news. As long as the news of the two French defeats reaches Paris, something unpredictable will definitely happen!"

"Kameko...I have made the whole stake clear now. Now I will ask if you dare to fight hard!"

Kameko was aroused by Xiao Letian's words and said fiercely, "God bless Prussia! Even the Head of State, you dare to fight to the death, what dare I not!"

"But I have a condition!"

"explain!"

"Your 500 soldiers cannot participate in the battle. He is your central army. There is a danger that they want to protect you to retreat!"

"Okay! As you wish!" Xiao Letian said coldly.

The Battle of Sbisilin Heights finally began. Under the incredible gaze of the 25,000 French troops, seven thousand Prussian soldiers lined up loose straggler lines to attack the high ground.

The horns of charge came one after another, and the shouts of killing were earth-shaking. The French army was stunned. Froshad said with his lips trembling and said, "They... are they going to commit suicide? This does not meet any military teaching materials? No military academy in the world teaches this way!"

But this Franco-Prussian War is a war full of miracles in military history! Prussia and France are crazily betting on national destiny!

Under the huge ship of national fortune, human life is as small as grass!
Chapter completed!