The second gamble was successful again. From the moment when the bayonets of the Prussian and Austrian soldiers saw red, the armies of both sides began to suffer completely equal casualties.

The hand-to-hand fighting lasted for more than an hour, and the main Prussian forces caught up. Laming's Sixth Army could only get rid of the Prussian troops and announced its retreat again.

"So the Western Front retreated 30 kilometers and now it's at Gablenz." Kawei looked at the map on the wall and shook his head repeatedly. "There is no military hospital prepared before. Everything is temporary."

As the head of the Western Front General Hospital in Muchen, Etler stood in front of Kawei: "Doctor Kawei, everything is in chaos. Our troops have too many casualties and there is no time to deal with it."

"I saw them all along the way."

Kawei felt sad in his heart. If he had been deployed to the Western Front, he probably wouldn't have been much better. The outcome of the frontline battle was not directly related to military doctors, so in the end he had no choice but to retreat.

However, Etler's handling method was indeed too amateurish. If it were him, even if he retreated, it would not be so disorderly.

Kawei sighed, not intending to blame him: "There is nothing to explain at this point, but fortunately there is also something to be thankful for."

"What's up?"

"At least the Prussians did not notice any difference between the Austrian military medical system and their own."

Kawei teased him, took out the message from Archduke Brecht from his pocket and handed it over: "I received an order from the commander-in-chief and came here to support me. I hope Dean Etler can give me the greatest support."
Chapter completed!