The army marching has always been very particular, especially new troops of heavy-armed divisions like the Thorn Flower Division, which have more than 10,000 people, need to be very careful. Whoever shoots outposts, whoever covers the left and right flanks, whoever protects the fragile artillery, and how to effectively convey orders between the various departments is a rigorous science.

Earl Tabris and the 4th Brigade were the most important commanders and main force of the entire Thorn Flower Division. They were naturally in the core area of ​​the marching, while the Second and Third Regiments were responsible for the security of the left and right wings. In addition, the First Regiment was a vanguard, and the Thorn Flower Division presented a huge mountain shape throughout the wilderness.

There were tens of thousands of people, boundless. Earl of Tabris and Brigade Commander Penka could only rely on maps to coordinate and command the army. They could not see the edge of the legion's march, with black heads everywhere, running and passing war horses, and field artillery after field artillery.

The scene of the tens of thousands of Tiger Groups entering is extremely spectacular. After the commander stays in this environment for a long time, he will subconsciously develop a kind of arrogant aura of straddling the world.

Earl Tabris, who was over fifty years old, rode on the horse with a serious face and looked brightly at the thorn flower master rolling forward. He felt mixed emotions inside.

I am old, maybe this is the last time I have been on the battlefield. Can I go to the next level in the imperial military headquarters? Then I can only rely on this battle. After retirement, I can live in Vienna or go back to my own manor in shame. It depends on whether this blocking battle is beautiful or not.

"Young men, don't let me down. You are the most elite thorn flower masters. What you have received is the best training and the most material supplies. The empire has always treated you as the core main force... Go forward, go forward, don't let the king down, don't let the empire down..."

The old Count reached out and waved at the advancing soldiers, and his soldiers returned his long live roar like a tide.

"Long live the king...Long live the empire... Will win! Will win..." The cheers before the war are always inspiring. The old earl has heard it countless times. He knows how to boost the morale of soldiers.

The old count kept a smile on his face, but slowly his smile became a little frozen. Why did a different smell reveal in the cheers? Soon he discovered that the abnormality was revealed. It turned out that in front of the legion, the cheering sound was quickly retracting, and a noise came.

"Sentencer! What's going on? Go and see..." Before he could finish his words, six cavalrymen came straight toward the Count Tabris from north to south in the direction of the march.

"General...sir...emergency..." The old count took a breath when he saw this. Isn't the six cavalry leaders Baron Penka, the commander of the 4th Brigade? He is not commanding in his own team, so why are he coming to see me at this time?

An unknown feeling surged in my heart. After Pengka rushed to the count with his cavalry, the old count almost fell under the horse.

"Aren't you Kafka, the second battalion commander under Alan? Why are you so embarrassed? Why did you leave the first regiment and come here?"

The old earl's memory is absolutely correct, Kafka is a viscount of the Empire like Alan, but his military service is shorter than Alan, so his current position is just a battalion commander.

Look at Kafka's miserable appearance. His military uniform was scratched by the bushes, and the dirty soil was rubbed everywhere. When he looked at his eyes, he actually showed a look of despair.

"Water... Give me a saliva..."

"When is it that time, you still want water to drink, hurry up and say..." With a snap, the old earl's hand whipped Kafka's body like lightning, causing his whole body to tremble.

"No, the first regiment has been defeated. It was the Chinese who did it... Our intelligence personnel are all idiots. They didn't even find out such important information. The Prussians and the Chinese have mixed up two battalions... They are now stationed on the Shiqiao Highlands..."

"Wuwuwu... General, please avenge the First Gang. They are not humans, they are all devils in hell... I have never seen such a hand-to-hand combat, they actually eat human flesh..."

What a mess? When the old count saw that Kafka's emotions were on the verge of collapse, he looked at the surprised gaze of the soldiers around him. He quickly winked at the brigade commander Pengka, which meant to block his mouth quickly.

But at this time, Pengka had a bitter face and pointed at Beifang helplessly and said, "General, it's too late... Look, the defeated soldiers have retreated..."

The teacher looked up and saw that it wasn't it? In the direction of the main force's march, a group of unlucky soldiers were retreating from north to south, pulling down from north to south.

The healthy ones were carrying the seriously injured, and the seriously injured ones were carrying the slightly injured. Many people were sad when they saw the large forces of friendly troops, sitting on the ground, covering their faces and sobbing.

After all, friendly troops have friendship, and everyone is part of the Thorn Flower Division. When the First Regiment encounters such a disaster, other troops cannot watch it. Countless medical soldiers rushed out of the team and began to nervously treat these comrades.

"What's wrong with you? Have you met the main force of Prussia? Is it the Second Corps? It would be no wonder if you were them..."

"Stop asking, it's embarrassing, it's really embarrassing... We're not meeting the main force of the Prussian army at all, we're only meeting the forces of two battalions..."

"What? There are only two battalions? One of your reinforcement regiments hasn't killed two battalions? Do they have strong artillery support? Or are they all cavalry?"

The injured person who was questioned was so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his head. "No, neither...that's two infantry battalions, and there are many eastern caves among them. We really don't know what kind of army this is. Anyway, we were defeated, and we were completely defeated..."

The soldiers of the Fourth Brigade were stunned. How could such a thing that violated common sense happen? Even if the Thorn Flower Division had the nickname of a noble playboy division in Austria, the quality of ordinary soldiers and low-level officers was still very high. The Empire had a lot of effort to protect these young masters.

"How could this happen? You have the advantage of the number of people and the support of the artillery company, so you can lose it?"

The injured person asked now had a shameful head almost into his crotch. "No...not only that, we were actually...repelled by the enemy with bayonets, and their rifles were better than ours..."

With a bang, all the soldiers of the Fourth Brigade booed, and even the medical soldiers could not bear to listen. The suture line in their hands tightened violently, and the wounded soldiers were baring their teeth in pain.

"Shame, you are the shame of Thorn Flower Master, it's so embarrassing!"

It was not just ordinary soldiers who were angry. The old Count was almost madly angry by the "good things" Viscount Alan did. The old general pointed at Kafka with a trembling finger and muttered for a long time without saying anything.

After three minutes, the teacher sighed and waved his hand, "Go down, send him down, give him a rest... Pass my order, let the artillery company of the First Regiment be merged into the artillery regiment of the Fourth Brigade, and the front army speed up... We must avenge the First Regiment..."

Speaking of this, the old earl sighed, "We have to rescue Viscount Alan, a nobleman, we can't be imprisoned..."

Under the order of Count Tabris, the Thorn Flower Division began to accelerate its march. The Fourth Brigade, as the main force, took a straight line and rushed to the Stone Bridge Highlands, while the Second and Third Regiments formed a clamp-shaped formation, surrounding the east and west wings of the Stone Bridge Highlands, one left and one right.

"Accelerate, accelerate! The three directions surrounding the highlands, east and south, let go of the north to leave a passage for the enemy to escape. Only in this way can their fighting will be shaken..."

The furious old Count did not lose his mind, and his mind was still calm. He knew that his main task was to occupy the high ground and delay the time of the Second Legion. As for avenging the First Regiment, it was only a secondary task.

The old count's angry forehead was veins jumping straight, and small blood spots appeared one by one. The military doctor next to him knew that the old general's blood pressure was already outrageously high.

"General, please calm down, please calm down..." The military doctor poured out a handful of medicine and sent it to the count. The angry count didn't need water just like eating, so he chewed the medicine and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Accelerate, accelerate! We have no time anymore. You don't know. The commander-in-chief of the Second Legion is the prince of the Kingdom of Prussia. The 120,000 elite troops under his command are the essence of the entire Prussian army. If they arrive at the main battlefield now, our Austria will be in danger..."

"I don't care whether the First Regiment was wiped out or not. I don't bother to care about Alan's waste. I'm not a nanny. I don't have the obligation to see the children... I'm responsible for Austria, I'm responsible for the king! No matter how cruel the battle is, I just need to win, I just need that high ground!"

Since the old earl had already said this, Baron Penka, the commander of the 4th Brigade, had no hesitation or concern, and rushed north with a military salute.

"Preparing for war, preparing for war... All battalion-level officers gathered to prepare for war!"

Until now, the Thorn Flower Division officially entered the state of war. Everyone put away their frivolous mentality of a one-day tour of the battlefield. They finally understood that the task given to them by General Benedek was not a gilded battle at all, but it was actually a real iron-blooded journey.

Just as the Thorn Flower Division began to accelerate its march to the north, more than 40 kilometers west of the main battlefield of Sadovar, the huge army formation of the Second Legion, which had been continuously packed for several kilometers, had begun to pack its bags and was about to set off as planned.

A huge army of 120,000 people, the group of tents built up could not be seen at first sight, covering the entire field. Prince Carl's military tent was at the highest point of the camp. Standing here, you could look down at the entire field. Within his sight, there were all troops and soldiers everywhere.

"For more than a hundred years, we in Prussia have accumulated more than a hundred years. We have squeezed out every copper plate in the country, we have mobilized every man, and our military service system has reached a terrifying 25 years..."

"All Europeans say we are madmen and slaves of militarism, but who can understand our desire to be prosperous and strong? What is Britain and France? Why do you occupy the most colonies on this earth? Our German nation also needs to be prosperous and strong..."

Just as he was secretly ruthless in his heart, a sharp roar suddenly came from behind him, "Report to the commander! The sentry received a group of strange command soldiers... It was actually several Chinese!"

"Well? China's messenger? How could Xiao Letian send someone to find me?"

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