Daveluy.
Trenches, barbed wire, and sandbags rapidly took shape into defensive positions. By nightfall, the Hechingen Brigade's soldiers had used their entrenching shovels to raise fortifications encircling the town of Daveluy overnight.
Combined with several buildings and civilian homes, Daveluy was sealed off so tightly that not even water could leak through; it had practically become a hedgehog.
As a typical academy-trained force, the Hechingen Brigade naturally displayed an even more meticulous attitude and rigorous spirit when constructing defensive works.
Thus, the following day, they were still standardizing and improving them. The sight left Robert from next door staring in a daze.
Lowering his binoculars, Robert said to his deputy, "I think Corps Commander Kirchbach is worrying too much. I can't say how capable this Hechingen Brigade is in battle, but their means of preserving their own lives are definitely better than ours. Look at them—they'd rather turn Daveluy into an impregnable fortress. If I were French, I certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to attack a place like this."
"Brigade Commander, these people from the Principality of Hechingen are far too timid! The battlefield changes in the blink of an eye—who has the time for so many flashy tricks? Fortifications can only serve as support at most. Right now, we vastly outnumber the French. The Kingdom's high command will surely choose to take the initiative rather than passively defend. So no matter how nicely they build these fortifications, they won't be of much use. After all, we're the attacking side."
If Napoleon III had heard that, he would certainly have slapped him. The French had already been set up by their own people before the war. France had also chosen to launch an offensive at the time, and with preparations made in haste, they had scarcely constructed any fortifications in