The French-speaking Austrian Army

As a Junker noble who had fought in the War of the Bavarian Succession, Bischoff had a fairly solid grounding in military affairs.

Although he inwardly scorned the Austrians' foolish attack, he still cautiously inspected his own infantry line in person before ordering the skirmishers forward to disrupt the enemy formation, with the infantry line following behind.

The distance between the two infantry lines soon narrowed to just over 300 paces. Bischoff saw the Austrians' ranks grow increasingly disordered-the southern section was moving noticeably slower than the northern side, while another section in the middle was also lagging behind. As a whole, their formation had already become a zigzag.

"The Leo Legion's elites really have all been wiped out." He lowered his telescope and instructed the orderly officer beside him, "Order the second line forward too. Try to rout the Austrians completely before Lieutenant Colonel Altman sends his cavalry around their flank."

"Yes, Regiment Commander!"

Soon, the infantry line Bischoff had held back as his rear echelon also began moving, surging toward the enemy to the beat of drums.

Meanwhile, at the very front of the battlefield, the Prussian skirmisher company also exchanged fire with the Austrian soldiers.

Using the piles of scattered rocks on the northern side of the battle line as cover, nearly a hundred skirmishers closed on the Austrian infantry line and fired a few casual shots. To their surprise, this threw the already disorderly line formation into even greater confusion.

Leo had no choice but to order a halt and begin dressing the ranks on the spot.

By then, the Prussian infantry line had also advanced to within a hundred paces of them.

Bischoff watched cheerfully as the battlefield situation seemed to offer military merit ripe for the taking. Raising his hand, he flicked two fingers