The Chief of Staff of the Prussian Empire and the Prime Minister of the Empire, two top officials, one civil and one military officials, were crying like a child at this moment. Fortunately, there were no spectators around and there were only two of them on the watchtower. Otherwise, if the rumors of the wind were leaked and the enemy country heard, the entire Prussian national image would have been lost.

The two elderly people, who were over 100 years old, clenched their fists and hit the log railing hard. At that moment, they felt depressed and exhaled.

"We have been preparing for this battle in Prussia for ten years! How many more decades have we lived in life? How many people did not see the end of victory in the end? Fortunately, God still loves Prussia, we finally won!"

"Countless men, women, workers, peasants, students and soldiers... All the people of the entire Prussian Kingdom have contributed their own everything to this war... Our economy is almost collapsed, and we have squeezed out the last copper plate among the people. If it fails, we will be doomed!"

The two of them held their hands tightly together and said in unison, "God bless! We finally won!"

The watchtower is built high and sturdy, and the skills of German engineers are not made. The temporary wooden watchtower is more than 30 meters high. You can see the scenery of the entire Sardova region above.

On the west side of the battlefield, which is the right wing of the Prussian position, the dark crowds of cavalry were all over the horizon. The most elite second legion of Prussia, Prince Carl, and the vanguard force of the kingdom prince, ran for 40 kilometers, and finally arrived at the most critical moment of the battle.

The battlefield was earth-shaking. Hundreds of thousands of people shouted out the same word, that is reinforcements. The Prussians shouted the sky and the earth were shaking, and the momentum was like a rainbow, while the Austrians shouted heart-wrenchingly and heart-wrenchingly and painfully.

"Reinforcements...Reinforcements...Reinforcements..." The scene of hundreds of thousands of people shouting a word is spectacular and unimaginable.

The soldiers of the Second Corps were also crazy. When they saw the situation on the battlefield and then the corpses were all over the ground, everyone rushed in anger. Without the officer's order, the cavalry tide was overwhelmed.

The Carl Pioneer Cavalry had three divisions, and more than 30,000 troops charged at the same time, like a sharp and hot knife, stabbed into the soft butter of the Austrian Legion.

The infantry formation had only one volley, and was dispersed by the herd of war horses. Countless soldiers were knocked into the air and then hit the ground. Before these injured soldiers could vomit blood and vomit, countless horse hooves trampled on his body and rushed by. After thousands of horses galloped, only a ball of mud was left on the ground.

The most unlucky ones were the artillery soldiers, these troops with basically zero close defense capabilities, had no chance to pull a few backs in the face of the crazy cavalry tide. The cold light of the sabers flashed through the rows of heads and rolled onto the ground.

At this point, the Austrians were also red. Brigadier General Ferdinand Rosenzvig von Drewville saw that the front line was in danger and was about to collapse. He gave up the enemy in front of him without saying a word, and rushed straight towards the Prussian cavalry.

"My bravest knights, you are the warriors I brought from Hungary. Don't forget the blood of Attila, the king of the Huns, in your blood. Don't embarrass your ancestors... rush up and die here in battle, and create vitality for our friendly forces... Go forward and sacrifice is the fate of the cavalry!"

No one expected that this cavalry brigade was actually recruited by the Austrians from Hungary. This ancient Central and European country has always been said to be descendants of Attila, the king of the Huns. What flows in their blood is the blood of the nomadic people, and dying on the back of a horse is their destiny.

"Long live!" The tactics of the cavalry brigade urged the war horses and rushed towards the Prussian army shouting wildly. At that moment, it was like a big river running into the sea rushing towards the surging tide at the mouth of the sea.

Even if you are the sea, we must split out our waves!

The descendants of the Huns waved their sabers, and their chests were filled with the glory of warriors. Under the gaze of God and his ancestors in the sky, they reached the end of their lives.

This is how war is. It has nothing to do with victory or defeat. Each side has their own beliefs that they stick to, and even failure is not shaken. The brave don’t understand what it means to live in vain.

The suicide charge launched by Brigadier General Drewville was the last attack of the Austrians in the entire Battle of Sardova. It was also through their desperate battle that the main Austrian troops were able to escape from the battle.

At this time, General Benedek had completely given up his hope. From the moment the vanguard of the Second Legion appeared, he knew that the defeat was decided today.

"Retreat! The entire army fights and retreats! Let Drewville rush forward and delay the vanguard cavalry of the Second Corps...The other units cover each other's fire and retreat one after another..."

"Forget it, for nothing! Everything is over. We fought for more than seven hours without eating the 1200,000 people on the other side. Now Carl's corps has arrived, and there is no hope in our Austria!"

"General! No..." The officers around them all cried, and they could not accept the reality in front of them.

"Enough! Execute the order..." Benedek turned over and stared at the battlefield and almost spewed out flames. "You don't understand, we have no choice now. We must leave more seeds for the empire, and we must leave enough power to protect us!"

"Leave the politicians to do what comes next. Our soldiers' responsibilities have been fulfilled!"

Many words of Benidek could not tell his subordinates clearly that he was already very worried before the war began. Prussia's industrialization process was originally better than Austria, and Pisme was a typical nationalist. The trend he promoted made the anti-war mood in Prussia very low.

In addition to the generational difference of weapons and equipment, the advantage of rear-loading guns cannot be seen by the veteran general. The battle was too difficult. Benedek's efforts were almost exhausted, but he was still unable to make up for the situation.

The Austrians finally began to retreat, and it would not be easy for the 200,000 fighting troops to escape from the battlefield. Without the Hungarian Cavalry Brigade launching a suicide charge, the soldiers who were already in a hand-to-hand combat situation would not be able to escape.

One Austrian infantry phalanx after another began to alternately cover and shoot. Rows of rifles were fired not to kill the enemy but just to open the distance between the enemy and us. They just shot and retreated. The 200,000 Austrian troops slowly retreated to the south without even having time to collect the bodies of comrades.

At this time, the two old men on the watchtower were already crazy in excitement. They were asking for wine from the orderly soldiers. The rigorous Prussians could drink on the battlefield, which shows how ecstasy they were in their hearts.

At this moment, a team of cavalry rushed from the southwest side, and the smell of blood and fire on their bodies could be smelled by people across the Sanli. As the cavalry got closer, everyone realized that the leader was actually a Chinese.

"It's broken, I'm so excited, why did I forget Xiao Letian..." The two looked at each other and quickly walked down from the watchtower. When they stood in front of the command department, the cavalry team had already started to slow down.

"Report to the commander... The Oriental Special Camp successfully joined forces with the Second Legion... Now that the enemy has been repelled... I come to report to the commander!"

The Chinese rushing over was Luo Huo. The boy has now transformed into a god of killing. The blood splattered on his military uniform and face has dried up and lumped. On his shoulders, a bullet piercing wound was opened like a baby's little mouth, and the bandaged gauze had long been soaked in blood.

Luo Huo, who was murderous intent, seemed to have no pain in nature. He jumped off his war horse and strode to the commander to stand attentively salute, "Report to the commander, the Oriental Special Camp lucky enough to be defeated. He not only met with the Second Legion, but also successfully blocked the Austrian Thorn Flower Division in the Stone Bridge Highlands. He fought for three hours and had no loss of land!"

"After a moment!"

Old Moltke and Bethmai were already stunned. From Luo Huo, they could think of how fierce the battle was. These Chinese people were really cruel enough. They could really defend them against 700 and 10,000.

"How are you... your casualties?" asked Beismai carefully. He didn't even dare to speak loudly. As a result, this sentence made Luo Huo feel sad and a resentment rushed towards him.

"Sir..." Luo Huo choked and couldn't say it, "Sir! Brothers from the Seven Hundred Oriental Special Camp... repelled six enemy charges in a row within three hours, and were intensively bombarded by a reorganized artillery regiment..."

"In the end... less than three hundred people survived... the rest of the soldiers were all killed in battle... and all the surviving soldiers were injured. I wonder how many people would be left in the end... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!"

Luo Huo let out a wolf howl and everyone around him burst into tears. Old Moltke and Besmai were moved. Especially Old Moltke, his face was extremely red now, and the heart-stricken words he said to Xiao Letian in the morning were still vivid in his mind, which made him even more ashamed.

"I'm sorry... I apologize to you!" After saying that, the chief of staff of the Prussian Kingdom, the highest military officer actually raised his hand to salute Luo Huo.

Everyone around was stunned. In addition to saluting the king, who else would he salute? He was not only of the Prussian military, but also of the largest generation among the entire European army.

Today, the highest commander of the Prussian Army actually saluted this Oriental soldier. Such courtesy is really unimaginable. But no one has any objections. The record of 700 against 10,000 is here, and these Chinese people deserve it.

With a bang, all the officers around the command center saluted Luo Huo at the same time. At that moment, Luo Huo was also a little dumbfounded, "You... why do you salute me! This should be for my prime minister!"

Beismai smiled slightly, "Silly boy, what your adults are about to receive is much bigger than this military gift! The true friendship of the entire Prussian nation, do you think this gift is big?"

Luo Huo's eyes gradually lit up, and he finally understood that the season for Prime Minister to harvest had finally come.
Chapter completed!