C2712 Morning of Victory (2/2)
As for himself? They were all half-dead soldiers who had been exhausted from the bloody battle!
The screams could be heard clearly from far away. What was even more terrifying was that the supplies and materials of the French Army were almost exhausted. With the current scale of the battle, if they were to fight for another five to six hours, the French Army would not be able to supply any more bullets!
”My God! Have you abandoned the France? ”Why is that, why is that!?” The dejected recruit covered his head with his hands as he knelt in the shell pit and wailed.
”It's been twelve hours, we've already done our best, we really can't fight anymore …” At this moment, even the veterans could not hold on any longer. Some of them were even so tired that they vomited large mouthfuls of blood.
”Enemy... Every time the enemy attacks, they would use us as sharpening stones! ” The kobold s in the hands of the soldiers of Foreign Legion were all broken, and a baby-like wound on their ribs was bleeding profusely.
”What about heavy machine guns? What about the artillery? Why is there no more heavy firepower? How could he fight this battle? How can we continue to fight like this! ” The furious officer held up the broken military flag, and looked at the half crippled company that was about to seek McMahon to negotiate in grief and indignation.
But what could McMahon do? The heavy machine gun had long been destroyed by the Prussian army's artillery in the chaos of the night. The limited number of cannons had all been used up, what could he do?
Standing on top of the towering wooden watchtower, McMahon's hands trembled like sieve chaff. The Prussian Legion who blotted out the sky and covered the earth completely shocked him.
”Pass my orders …” McMahon's voice was choked with emotions as she could not continue.
”Pass my orders... ”Retreat, we can't continue to exhaust ourselves like this, retreat …”
After saying that, the old general covered his face and cried.
The 12 hours of battle with the Foshan Mountain Pulse was finally over when the French collapsed. McMahon's 40,000 strong army had lost more than 15,000 people in the end.
This retreat was the biggest stain on McMahon's words, because he had lost all of his supplies and even all of his wounded soldiers!
After Prussian rushed to the highest point of the mountain range, he found a large field hospital tent behind the French army.
The strong smell of the disinfectant and blood mixed together made it hard for people to breathe. The vanguard Prussian army were at a loss as they held onto their rifles.
The military doctors and nurses stood outside the field hospital holding hands, using their own body as a human wall!
”We are members of the Red Cross, we are all members of the Church, for God's sake, you can't hurt these wounded soldiers!”
”They no longer have the ability to fight. They no longer have weapons! For God's sake let them go! ”
Prussian soldiers were very disciplined. They would not lower their guns on the wounded soldiers until they had been ordered to do so by their superiors.
Just at this moment, Prince Karl's horse rode on the bloodstained mountain road and appeared at the front line!