C2882 Piercing the Prussian army position (2/2)
The banner of revolution in the sky blotted out the sun. Everything that the ancestors protected with their lives could be clearly seen!
The officer held the banner in his hand, pressing down on it like a statue. The broken banner was stuck deep into the pile of bones, blood flowing down along the pole.
”Soldiers... Continue... ”Attack!”
”Don't forget! After the Revolution... The first to invade the France s... These are the Prussian beasts! ”
”I will not die!” Prussian... Kill the heart of our France and we will not die! ”
”Fight to the last moment … We will fight to the last man! ”
”Attack …” ”Attack!”
The severely injured noble used the last of his strength to howl. At that moment, his entire soul fused with the glory of his ancestors!
I died in battle, but I protected the freedom of our children with my life!
”May the world... There was no longer anyone who drank human blood … The oppressor! ”
Boom … A loud sound rang out as the cannonball exploded right beside the officer. A myriad of shrapnel pierced through his body, but the flag was still flying through his corpse!
McMahon looked at everything that was happening in front of him, and saw the reserve troops beside him pouncing towards the enemy, his heart aching as though he was being cut apart.
At this moment, he suddenly turned his head to look at the tower that the French Emperor was at, and roared in his heart, ”Your majesty! ”This is your war, this is your empire, can't you just leave this place …”
”Why do you want me to say that... If you come down and hold up your uncle's banner with your own hands... Then how can these hundred thousand loyal warriors not fight to the death? ”
Just at that moment, when McMahon was so anxious that he could cry, a berserk roar came from the front!
”It pierced through the enemy's formation! It pierced the Prussian position! ”
”Long live the Empire! Long live the France! ”
The four thousand France Army, with the high price of losing two-thirds of their troops, had directly broken through the Prussian army's defensive line which was twice as big as theirs.
Just then, a young voice suddenly came out from behind McMahon, the 18-year-old first lieutenant shouted to his subordinates!
”The Wansena Artillery Regiment... Move forward! ”Use our artillery to support the infantry brothers!”
”Long live France! ”The artillery is advancing …”
Just at this time, McMahon suddenly extended his hand out and grabbed the eighteen year old first lieutenant and said softly, ”Listen to my orders! You can't join the charge! ”Go back to the back and wait …”
”This is an order!” Do not refute me, and immediately carry out my orders! ”
”Why? Why can't I join the battle! ” The young first lieutenant retorted loudly.
McMahon did not have the time to explain to the child, ”First Lieutenant! Remember your rank! Facing me, you can only carry out your orders! ”
”Child, tell me, what's your name …”
Tears of grievance welled up in the eyes of the eighteen-year-old lieutenant. ”The people of Riwossart, in the province of Pyrenees...”
”Good!” Is it? You are the future hope of your motherland, you can't waste your time in this war... Give me pen and paper! ”