"Report to the sir! The French Bazan Legion attacked the Marne River defense line for four consecutive hours. Prince Carl's Legion fought to the death and refused to retreat. All ferries and bridges were still under our control..."

"Report to the sir! The French army in Chalon launched a tentative attack on Marshal Steinmetz's position, and the enemy attempted to join forces with General Bazan..."

"Report to the commander! The call from the city of Metz, Bavaria carried out a second military mobilization, and this time he recruited 60,000 reserve soldiers. He is currently taking the train to the city of Metz..."

In the Prussian army base camp outside Verdun, Bethmay and Mafia had been sleeping for no more than three hours for three consecutive days. Their eyes were as red as rabbits.

But they are still full of energy and are full of confidence in the upcoming decisive battle!

"It's soon, it's soon, the French Emperor will not be able to hold on. The Bazan army and the French Emperor's central army have been forcibly divided by us, and the Maren River is also controlled by us. At this time, it is impossible for them to yearn for Paris to retreat!" Old Moltke said excitedly, rubbing his hands.

While cutting the thick cigar, Pesme sneered, "Go back to Paris? Haha, does he dare? We sent a telegram last night in the Paris interior. Eugenie of the Palace of Duille has begun to pack up her property and transfer it to the sea..."

"This couple is ready to escape, which shows how decayed the situation in Paris is!"

"Intelligence reality, although Paris parties have reached a brief ceasefire agreement, sporadic violence on the streets has not stopped, and the arms stolen by workers have not been returned yet..."

"Napoleon III dares to return to Paris at this time?"

"Hahaha... Tell Steinmetz and Prince Karl to let them fight harder and drive Bazan out, there is no place for them here!"

The entire province of Marne has become a huge battlefield. The Marne River is full of gunfire and cannons for dozens of kilometers. Refugees escaped like a tide. The Bazan army attacked the Marne River like crazy.

The situation on the battlefield developed completely according to Xiao Letian's original judgment. Prince Carl fought a beautiful detour at the southernmost end of the battlefield and suddenly seized the back of the Bazan Legion.

Then the central army of Steinmetz's army advanced to cut off the connection between the Bazan army and the French Emperor in Metz, thus forming a situation of attacking the Bazan army from north to south.

Of course, the French emperor refused to sit and wait for death. He ordered the defenders of Metz to open up contact with the Bazan Legion and make a bloody road in Steinmetz's legion. Unfortunately, the French army, which lacked heavy weapons such as artillery, was not a match for the Prussians at all.

Without heavy weapons, the number of troops is not as strong as others, so this battle is really impossible to fight.

The central army led by Moltke and Pesmet were stuck outside the city of Metz. As long as the French broke through the south and attacked the head of Steinmetz, they would send a large army to press up. The French emperor dared not fight and could only retreat back to the city of Metz.

Everyone had already understood that the Prussians wanted to completely drive the Bazan army out of the main battlefield and drive them all the way east, so that they could get further and further away from the rear of France.

Once Bazan's 100,000 soldiers were unable to provide support to the Emperor, the final battle situation would be simple. Old Moltke could mobilize at least 300,000 troops to encircle the Emperor, and at that time there were only 100,000 people left by the Emperor.

Three to one and also has an absolute advantage in the number of artillery, a fool can win this battle!

The difference in strength between the two sides was too great. Prussia used its developed railway system to transport new forces and massive weapons and ammunition to the front line one after another. The sound of Krupp's rear-mounted steel cannons has become a nightmare for French soldiers!

After six hours of attacking the Marine River, Marshal Bazan finally gave up his last fantasy and announced his troops to retreat eastward to repair.

"Prime Minister... Chief of Staff... French Bazan Legion retreated, they are retreating to the east..."

"That's great!" Bisme jumped up excitedly. "Bazan really can't hold on! Hahaha... Even if he is full of elite veterans, he will be a group of waste if he loses supplies!"

"Send the order and let the legions in the rear give way, don't block them, let Bazan retreat eastward!"

"Order the army from the rear to quickly occupy Strasbourg and cut off the passage of Bazan's detour to escape south!"

"The ending time has come! Prepare to launch a general attack on Metz!"

"The command center moved forward, left Verdun and pressed towards Metz..."

The General Command immediately began to be moved by the order. The French troops in Verdun Fortress, who were in panic all day long, looked at the Prussian camp in a distant state in horror.

"God! Are these Prussians going to attack? What should we do? We don't even have many bullets now!"

"Look, they will dismantle the tent again... are they going to transfer?"

The Verdun Fortress did not fall into the hands of the Prussians. The old Moltke and Besme took great care of their soldiers' lives. They knew that these French troops trapped in the fortress had no ability to attack.

The French's logistics supplies were completely cut off, and the French army trapped in the isolated islands could not replenish the most basic rations and bullets. It was absolutely impossible to deal with these people that their warriors would bleed.

Surrounding but not fighting is actually the earliest strategy that Xiao Letian discussed with them. It was just a group of wrecked dogs. Their only goal in this war was Napoleon III.

Amid the fearful eyes of France's lonely army, the Prussian General Command began to move to the east. Everyone knew that the Prussians were going to launch a general attack, but they were powerless and there was no possibility of sending a telegram.

The French telegraph network had long been controlled by the Prussians, and these people not only could not get supplies or even information from the outside world.

Besme and Moltke rode their war horses all the way east, beside them were guards of elite cavalry, and during this period, many communicators' war horses galloped back and forth.

He was full of energy and full of complacentness! The goddess of victory had already smiled at them!

But before the team arrived at Saint-Monurde, a group of war horses suddenly came from behind, and the correspondent sent the latest telegram.

"Report to the Prime Minister! Belgium sent a top-secret telegram, please disassemble it yourself..."

"Belgium? What do they want to do?" When Bisme ripped open the envelope and looked at it, he actually screamed.

"Ah... God! Ten thousand French cavalry attacked Sny? They invaded Belgian territory? Their target was Xiao Lotte!"

When Lao Maoqi heard this, all the hairs on his back stood up, "Impossible? The position of the head of state is the highest secret. How could the French know? How was Xiao Letian like? Is there anything wrong?"
Chapter completed!