C2882 Piercing the Prussian army position (1/2)
During the battle of the Protrusion Division, the later generations of the French Military experts would have preferred to call it the Protruding Division's assassination because it was a small scale counterattack.
McMahon personally coming to the battlefield to motivate the soldiers did boost their morale, but unfortunately, he was also a mortal, so it was impossible for him to have countless clones. The number of soldiers he could affect was limited.
However, before this war, his motivation for preparing for battle did not involve the words he had just spoken!
After recovered from his sickbed after the war, he had deeply reflected on his mistakes and secretly recorded them in his diary. It was only a hundred years later that his descendants would be able to learn about them.
In the diary, McMahon admitted that he did not give the entire army the same kind of encouragement as he did in the beginning of the battle. The only reason was that those theories were from the enemy, from Xiao Letian!
Using the enemy's words to motivate his soldiers was an extremely shameful action for McMahon. If the young first lieutenant did not ask him that, he would not have said it out loud.
But in the end, the result caused McMahon to be thoroughly shocked, he never thought that his words would actually succeed in summoning the spirit! At that moment, it was as if all the French soldiers in the Protrusion Division had returned to the side of the Napoleon the War God.
Under the call of the France's Great War God's soul, they had once again created an unfathomable great goal!
More than four thousand French Veterans were thrown into a desperate counterattack. They emptied their bullets and broke the bayonets on their rifles.
They even used their fists, legs, and teeth to fight!
No soldier ever considered running away, even if he was severely injured and didn't have much time to live, he would still ignite his explosives and charge at the enemies in front of him.
All the soldiers turned into Demons, and the blood soaked Death God soldiers charged towards the Prussian Legion like a suicide attack. When the Prussians saw the blood men rushing towards them, even the bravest warriors were scared.
The French soldiers who were holding onto explosives were injured, and they even needed a hand to stuff intestines into their stomachs!
Soldiers with broken legs, using a rifle as a walking stick must continue forward!
The entire protruding section of the street was littered with broken bones, organs, and fresh blood!
Countless dying soldiers howled at the enemy, ”No one!” You can steal our... Freedom! ”
”Before God... Equality for All... They would rather die than become slaves! ”
”Attack!” My brothers in the France... ”Attack!”
The banner that had been blown into shreds by the gunfire did not fall, the soldiers that had rushed out of the pool of blood charged towards the position of the Prussian army, singing the song of the Marseille!
”What the hell are these traitors and monarchs doing?”
”Who the hell are you putting on these damn shackles?”
”We from the France are here for us! This is a great humiliation! ”
”This is intolerable! They are planning to push us back into the era of slaves!”
The majestic Marseille was currently filled with sorrow, the second verse's lyrics were repeated and sang back and forth by the soldiers!
That's right, since the birth of the Marseille, France has been under heavy siege from all the kings of Europe. Everyone knows that the enemy wants to send the free France back to the era of slaves!
Let the feudal kings and nobles once again oppress the people, and let the priests fool the people once more!
This was a life that the France absolutely did not want. This was the belief that supported the entire Protruding Tribe to assassinate all the French Army!
The French officers, whose lives had come to an end, had an illusion in front of their eyes. He could see his grandfather and father standing in front of him once more.