Walter is just an inconspicuous small town in southern Germany. It is located on the west bank of the Rhine River. There is a railway connecting the north and south, and a railway bridge is built on the Rhine River.

As long as we control this place, the French army will have a bridgehead that can cross the Rhine River to the east. As long as we travel more than fifty kilometers east of the Rhine River, it is Stuttgart, the capital of Württemberg.

If you do not use troops to the east and continue to attack north in this small city, it will be Mannheim, an important city in southern Germany, and further north is Frankfurt.

The geographical location of this small town is of no need to say, and it is very clear at a glance on the map.

At this moment, McMahon's army had occupied the small town, and an army of more than 30,000 people gathered outside the city, covering the sky and scattered at a glance.

McMahon stood in front of the map in a straight military uniform and said nothing for a long time. The formation he set up was almost impeccable, with a left-right clamp attack, the First Division conquered Visanburg, the main army conquered Walter, and the two troops supported each other and supported each other.

Less than seventy kilometers westward, the French Emperor's main army was attacking Saarbrücken. I believe that good news will be delivered soon.

Salbrücken and Walter are two strategic areas, namely two important defensive positions on the southern German border. As long as these two doors are pried open, the entire German soft abdomen will be completely unprepared.

"Are your Majesty preparing to go north? Or go east? I think your Majesty will definitely choose to go east and threaten Bavaria with large troops. As long as Ludwig II surrenders, there will be no big battles in the area south of Jena!"

"Yes, Your Majesty will definitely make such a decision, so I must guard this railway bridge!"

McMahon was already thinking about how to use troops in Germany, but he didn't expect a shocking news to hit him.

The Rangers discovered the defeated soldiers at 9:10 in the morning. These French cavalry suddenly found uninhabited soldiers in groups of three or three in the forest, path, and hills.

At first they thought it was the Pu army who had sneaked into the attack, but after looking at the bright red breeches, they realized that it was their own people.

"You are from that unit? Why are you so embarrassed? Where are your weapons?" The cavalry rushed over and asked loudly.

"Water... Give us a sip of water..." The defeated soldiers rushed over without saying a word and snatched the kettle and dry food, eating one by one like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Only then did the cavalry discover that behind these defeated soldiers, the dense forests and roads in the distance, were filled with struggling soldiers.

"We are the subordinates of the Commander of Duai... They are all finished, they are all finished... The First Division was attacked at night, and the Commander of Duai was shot dead... The Prussian army is coming..."

"God! You are the reorganized reinforcement divisions, more than 10,000! They were all defeated? Didn't even save the division commander?"

"Damn it, I want to repay the marshal immediately!" The cavalry rushed towards Walter.

"What!" The pencil in McMahon's hand was broken with a click. "Duer died? He was shot dead! How could it be!"

The shocking news. This news shocked all the officers in the command tent were stunned. There was no such war in the world. Just one day after crossing the national border, a senior official of the division commander level was killed!

McMahon confirmed it three times in a row, and a last ominous premonition surged into his heart!

The soldiers are a group of people dancing with the god of death. Their intuition is very sensitive, and these people are even somewhat divine.

At the beginning of the war, senior officials of the division commander level were killed, which was an extremely ominous call!

"How could this happen? Why did this happen? Go to the middle of the defeated soldiers to look for the officers, and I want to ask myself!"

After a while, more than a dozen battalion-level officers walked into the camp in a panic. When they saw Marshal McMahon, they couldn't help but feel sad.

"Sir! We are sorry for you! Last night we were attacked by more than six times the enemy... and it was the time when we were most relaxed after midnight..."

"It's outnumbered! It's really outnumbered..."

"What? Sixty thousand people? You were attacked by sixty thousand people? A small Visanburg Prussians used an army of sixty thousand?"

"How is this possible?"

From ancient times to the present, the defeated generals have exaggerated the words. Only by saying that the enemy is extremely powerful can you minimize your sins. You have been attacked by three times the enemy, but in order to whitewash yourself, you have to double it.

But they did not expect that because of their lying and deceiving, they brought extremely wrong information to McMahon, which caused the entire strategic judgment to make mistakes!

"Sixty thousand people... are there really sixty thousand people?"

"It really is... there are as many as seven or eight thousand cavalrymen, otherwise they would not be able to kill the central army with one charge! Commander Douai was caught off guard and was caught by stray bullets!"

McMahon slapped his forehead, "No! Our information is wrong. The legion led by Prince Carl cannot be 60,000. Judging from this, he has at least an army of more than 100,000!"

"This total force is nearly three times ours! Damn, how many troops have Prussia mobilized!"

"Tell me my order, the Rangers expand the alert area! When you find that the enemy's army must fight carefully, and you can move closer to the Central Army when you must!"

When the super-large corps fight, the area covered by it was quite large, and the commanders of the central army could not see every detail of the entire battle with their naked eyes.

This is very different from the wars in the Middle Ages. Even in the era of Napoleon I, those famous major battles in history were actually only tens of thousands of people on both sides.

The commander can use telescopes in the highland to view the situation of all troops and give instructions!

By the end of the 19th century, the number of legions became larger and larger, and even more than hundreds of thousands of people were strangled. Many times the vanguard had already fought against the enemy, but the central army still didn't know.

At this time, we have to look at the quality of the front-line commander, and also test the strategic judgment ability of the commander-in-chief. He must give the front-line commander a general combat idea.

Is it radical or conservative? Is it chasing or expelling? Is it annihilation or conquering the defeated troops? These all require the Legion Commander to give a central idea, and then the officers below will freely play under the general principles of this central idea.

McMahon misjudged the number of enemies and gave a relatively conservative combat plan. He didn't know that the troops that Prince Carl could use at this moment were actually only more than 40,000.
Chapter completed!