Even if a handful of brave men made it through the hail of bullets and crashed into the German Allied Forces' ranks, they could only be stabbed to death, cut off from all support.
Only then did the experienced French Army commander realize the problem. The German Allied Forces weren't some disorganized militia or band of rebels, much less the colonial natives who broke after a single blow.
Wave after wave, the French Army's attacks crashed against them like the sea against a hard reef, unable to shift them in the slightest.
The officers at the front stared at the corpses strewn across the ground and the fallen flags. They weren't cowed. Instead, they cursed.
"Drive the Germans and Orléans' lackeys out of France! Brave warriors of France! For the motherland! Charge!"
Then he flung his ornamental hat to the ground, drew his saber, and prepared to reinforce the front line himself.
Not every officer possessed such extraordinary courage and spirit. But at that moment, bolstered by nationalism, the German Allied Forces had no shortage of heroes like him.
"Drive the Frenchmen from German soil! Free our enslaved countrymen! Anyone who doesn't want to be the Frenchmen's dog, charge with me!"
The next moment, the two torrents finally crashed into each other. But only a moment later, the call to retreat rang out.
Benoît de Coulon could sit still no longer. By his estimation, if they kept fighting like this, the French Army would be annihilated.
So Benoît de Coulon made an extraordinarily bold decision: cut off a limb to save the body. He would abandon some of his men to break off this suicidal attack.
This seemed like a perfectly reasonable way to cut their losses in time, but it actually concealed a huge risk. Soldiers on a real