The cavalry escorted the Magist and the old Moltkes had a regiment, both of which were the most elite kingly guards in Prussia. They interspered all the way through the northern border and directly crossed the unguarded French border.

The blood and fire on the walls of Saarbrücken have not been dried yet, but this small border town has become an important logistics base for the Prussian army's offensive.

A few days ago, this place was still the forefront of the war, but now it has transformed into a logistics support base for the army to set off, and has become a large rear.

When the Mazerzer rushed onto the pontoon bridge, the bombed railway bridge beside him was being quickly repaired under the Prussian engineers. The French never expected that blowing up the bridge was also a part of strategic deception.

At the beginning of the war, the Pu Army stored a part in the original specifications of the railway bridge, buried it in the soil on the river bank.

The engineers were very careful when blowing up the bridge. They did not destroy the foundation of the bridge, and the stone pillars set on the river surface were not damaged at all. All they had blown up were steel constructions of the bridge.

It is very simple to repair this kind of damage. The engineer dug out the steel structure hidden in advance, then put the rivets and screws on the field, and finally lay the rails and stones, so that the entire bridge can be restored and opened to traffic.

Moltke looked at the half-repaired railway bridge and said with a smile, "Looking at the speed, at most, our train will be able to enter France in a swaggering manner. As long as our logistics is not chaotic, we will win this battle!"

"I have no doubt about this. The news of the victory of the Battle of Walter and the Spicelin Heights is destined to inspire all German states. Those doubtful kings and lords will wake up to their stupidity. They will increase their efforts to support this war!"

"After all, this is their last chance to show our loyalty to Prussia! It is certain that our logistics pressure will be greatly reduced in the later stage, and naturally someone will provide us with money and supplies!"

"That's right, that's right!" Old Moltke twisted his beard with his hands. "Not only that, the City of London will also undergo huge changes inspired by the news of our victory!"

"All our Prussian government bonds and stocks will soar, and no one will be willing to sell them anymore. They will fight to grab as much as they want, and our financial assets will be doubled or even dozens of times!"

"Hahaha... how sweet the war is. As long as we can win, we can solve all problems!"

As he ran forward, he shouted, "There are those bankers! and Jews! They are all a group of greedy vampires... Just as Xiao Letian said, those people only know how to add icing on the cake and never know how to help in time!"

"When your business is rising rapidly, they will run to your doorstep to ask you for a loan, and you will get as much as you want! But when you are unlucky and fail everywhere, those people will never lend a helping hand!"

"Now we have shown our strength on the battlefield. Those short-sighted people have misjudged this occupation. Just wait and see. Those shameless bankers will take the initiative to go to Hamburg and even Berlin to give us money!"

"What a pleasure to nourish our Prussian body and mind with the flesh and blood of the French!"

"Come on, let's blackmail this fat pig together!"

The Imperial Guard Cavalry escorted the two empires, and rushed towards the Sbysiling Highlands like a dragon.

After crossing the pontoon bridge of Saarbrücken and entering France, I saw that it had become a lateral land of Prussian army.

All roads are advance troops, and the long dragon cannot see the edge at first sight, and the entire division of the Pu army will move upwards!

From time to time, scattered gunfire sounded in the forest, which were the Prussian cavalry and Bavarian mountain infantry cleaning up spies and the remnants of the French army.

All the French towns were silent, the residents of the small villages ran away, and the citizens in the towns were trembling at the French army on the road, closing their doors and praying to God.

Of course, the Pu Jun would not abuse these people, but it would not be possible to treat them with any preferential treatment. Many town mayors and village chiefs were taken out of their homes. Under the threat of the Pu Jun, these towns provided countless horse materials, wood and food.

The entire northwest border of France has completely fallen and has become a place for the Prussians to leap horses!

When Old Moltke looked at this scene, the pleasure of a conqueror surged in his heart. "When Napoleon I invaded our Prussia, he was so refreshed!"

"And today, we finally avenge our ancestors! God bless us!"

Beismai said lightly, "We cannot thank God, we must also thank allies in the East!"

"It can be said that the victory of the Battle of Walter was as expected, because our main attack direction was on the East Front... But the victory on the Western Front was really unexpected!"

"Spielin Heights can win so beautifully, thanks to Xiao Letian and his army! I really didn't expect that they are not only good at defending but also good at attacking!"

Old Maoqi also said with emotion, "Yes! During the Pakatani-Austrian War, the bloody battle in the Stone Bridge Highlands made us re-recognize these Eastern soldiers, but I want to repent, I actually did not completely change the old impression of the past!"

"I always think that the Eastern soldiers are weak. I always think that what the Chinese are best at is digging trenches and doing defense... Don't they know how to build the Great Wall? Defense is the talent of their nation!"

"But what happened here today has changed my perception. When I see Xiao Letian soon, I want to apologize to him... I never expected that these Chinese soldiers were so good at fighting!"

"The most important thing is that they have created some new tactics that we have not thought of. We had previously doubted whether that weird military uniform had any effect, but now it seems that the effect is very large!"

Just as the two bigwigs were chatting, an imperial guard officer next to him said with a smile, "Sir, do you know? The front line has spread now. The nickname of these Chinese soldiers is the Dark Elf!"

"This has become synonymous with them. As long as the dark elves are mentioned, it means these Chinese soldiers... When the French hear this name, they fight against each other!"

"If you don't believe me, ask the French people in these villages and towns along the way. All of them know the nickname of the Dark Elves!"

"Especially the snipers among these dark elves, our soldiers didn't know how to translate these three Chinese characters. As a result, they called those people "Chinese Hunter" according to their own understanding. As long as they mentioned this word, it would represent these Chinese sharpshooters!"

"Dark Elf? Chinese Hunter? The war has only started for a few days. Xiao Letian and his men have made such a reputation. It's really not easy!"

"I'm a little jealous of him!" Old Moltke muttered.
Chapter completed!