Although this news is exciting enough, it is not very surprising.

I'm just not angry.

I worked so hard, just like a tragic college student who stayed up all night for three days and three nights to make cheat sheets for the mid-term exam. I was fully prepared, but when I got to the exam room and looked at the test paper, I realized that the exam content was actually 1+1. Don’t I?

Should I be angry or not?

Let Hitler's scumbag group pretend to attack the 2,500 Prussians on the Altmark side, but under their noses, we deliberately let them know that we were riding on the captured Saxon warhorses and rushing towards Potsdam. This was part of my plan.

The more than 2,000 men of the Mustache Regiment can hold back the more than 1,000 Prussian troops in Altmark. The remaining 600-900 men should rush to the aid of the Prussians in Potsdam in case of accidents.

It took more than 5 hours and 40 minutes to walk from the Altmark to Potsdam. Even if the horse was on horseback, it only took two hours. Even if the Prussian infantry ran to exhaustion, it could only arrive in 4 and a half hours or within 4 hours.

There is a time difference that can be exploited. But the time difference I expected was not used to capture the bridge there before the three Prussian battalions of the Altmark arrived. Because according to the plan, the 33rd Spartan

The main force of the Dalai Army launched a surprise attack on the Prussians in Potsdam as early as 5 a.m.

By the time we rushed to join the main force of the 33rd Spartan Legion, the main force of the 33rd Spartan Legion had already finished fighting. These two hours or so were reserved for the 33rd Spartan Legion to rest.

It also served the purpose of dispersing the enemy's forces.

Then, we surrounded the rushing Prussian infantry, ate them, and then returned to the Altmark to eat the rest. What a perfect plan. What a wonderful idea. Unfortunately, the Prussians withdrew completely.

Destroyed the light.

Sure enough, the plan still couldn’t keep up with the changes!

"Where did Prussia retreat?"

"Northeast!"

Isn’t it southeast?

The Prussians in Potsdam were in the southeast!

"Did Commander Hippias give chase, or did he stay where he was?" I asked hurriedly,

"Commander Hippias gave the order to pursue!"

"Very good!" I called the messengers and asked them to turn the front team into the rear team, and the rear team into the front team, and the whole army returned to Altmark collectively.

Old cousin Komnenos came over from the front and asked me what happened. I told him what happened in Altmark. He frowned and asked: "Then what should we do now?"

I took out the map I carried with me, glanced at the towns above, and finally said: "Use the speed of the cavalry to cut off the enemy's retreat in Altmark! In addition, send five messengers to the main camp of the 33rd Spartan Legion.

The troops there, tell them that if they win, be ready to move towards the town called Gentin. They may encounter the Prussians and us there. If they fail, remember. If the 33rd Spartan

The legion has failed. Head towards Dresden!"

"How could the 33rd Spartan Legion fail!" Leon Komneno was offended by the order.

"I'm just giving orders and preparing for the worst."

The more than 2,000 dragoons following me turned around and spent more than an hour recrossing the bridge we occupied. The Chasseurs soon tracked the Hitler regiment led by Hippias on the other side.

After running along the trail for more than 50 minutes, we encountered Hitler's regiment chasing the Prussians.

At 11:55 noon, more than 2,000 of our dragoons passed by one kilometer away from two Prussian infantry regiments with a total of 2,500 people. I did not give an order to attack.

The ground bit them. The panicked Prussians were surprised that we left and returned. After they hurriedly marched for more than 30 minutes, they finally saw a small town. But we blocked their way before they entered the town.

way out.

What made us dumbfounded was that the commanders of the two Prussian infantry regiments issued orders to defend on the spot, and then a bayonet hollow phalanx was set up to deal with the cavalry. But it was different from the bayonet hollow phalanx we originally set up.

, they don't have cannons.

Originally, the Prussians continued to run away, and I still had a headache. Who made us all dragoons instead of standard cavalry? You must know that the so-called dragoons are infantry who can ride a horse. Being able to ride a horse does not mean being proficient in riding a horse. Don't look at it, all

The Anatolians rode splendidly on horseback, but when they charged, even the simplest cavalry could defeat 100 to 300.

Anyway, I would not use cavalry charge to deal with the bayonet hollow phalanx, but I also did not let the soldiers dismount and use them as infantry.

"Let Hippias come up with the cannon, it's time for his Hitler regiment to continue."

Hitler's regiment consisted of 2,200 men, and with the artillery support of the 33rd Spartan Legion, the two Prussian infantry regiments soon discovered that they were in a dire situation. However, we did not launch an attack immediately.

The artillery continued to torture these poor Prussians, and at one o'clock at noon, the Prussians, who could not bear it anymore, launched a charge against us. Of course, they did not attack the cavalry, but chose Hitler's regiment.

Soon, these Prussians who could not distinguish between authentic cavalry and mounted infantry were in trouble. As a team that was on the battlefield for the first time, and it was still in a very critical situation, these Prussians only received three shots from the cannon that had been hit by cannonballs.

The entire army now faced the embarrassing situation of the white flag. Well, there was no white flag on the heads of these Prussians, it was just my eyes that added it to them.

Under the training of Hippias, the Hitler regiment started tit-for-tat charges with wild beastly laughter and lunatic yells. Hitler regiments with different names fought differently, and bayonets were generally used for fighting.

Assassination

They were good. They rounded and smashed, raised up to chop and throw, and had various moves. Fortunately, they were facing a Prussian infantry regiment with a white flag. If they faced the Russians, these idiots would

It was already crushed to death.

Boom, it was just a brief and dazzling wave, and the Prussians collapsed.

Facing the Prussians fleeing across the mountains and plains, I issued an order to capture them as much as possible.

"It's really strange. Why do these Prussians get to this point when they don't guard the bridge?" Old cousin Komnenos was puzzled.

"The retreat of the Altmark Prussians confirms my suspicion that they may want to annihilate us."

Leon Comnenus was surprised: "Total annihilation? Why?"

"If the enemy commander is a guy who intends to eat Ludwig's army, then it is not surprising that he eats us. If you think about it, if one of the two armies retreats, then the other

They circled behind us when we crossed the river and blocked our retreat. Then the retreating troops cooperated with their reinforcements far away from the sea to cut off our way south. In the end, we were desperate."

"But don't they know the risks?"

"Don't forget, Otto's party doesn't have any general talents. Now in Berlin, it's the Swedes who are planning the overall situation. The more Prussians die, the better."

After capturing the Prussians, I discovered a very interesting phenomenon. The morale of this Prussian army was not at all comparable to that of Prince Dessau and Schwerin's Prussian army, and most of the backbone junior officers were actually Swedish.

The main force of the 33rd Spartan Legion allowed our Chasseurs to capture the traces at three o'clock in the afternoon. Then I immediately led the army to join them.

Just when I thought that the main force of the 33rd Spartan Legion was some middle-aged uncle or a thin old man, I heard the familiar laughter of the Chasseur Battalion of the 33rd Spartan Legion.

Hmm. It seems like only one person has that voice.

"Maurice?"

My jaw almost dropped to the ground. Wasn't that crazy guy in Poland?

Morris, who had been hanging out in Kharkov, had changed a lot. Looking at his bald head, I was speechless. People who didn't know thought he had gone to the Shaolin Temple.

"Constans is here too!" Maurice looked very satisfied and winked triumphantly.

Constans is here too?

What's going on?

Constans seemed to have mastered the skill of flashing. The next second he appeared from behind Maurice: "Alexander, in order to prevent you from being lonely, let us come to accompany you. Valens also wanted to come, but I will take care of that kid."

It’s logistics.”

"But isn't there a life-or-death battle with the Russians in Kharkov?"

"Decisive battles happen every year, not least once or twice." Morris said eagerly. "Are we going to fight Berlin or Stockholm now?"

I almost spat out a mouthful of blood because I jumped too much: "How is the war situation on your side?"

"The raid was very successful. Although the Prussians were very vigilant on the other side of the river, they paid no attention to their backs. So we caught the Prussians off guard in the early morning. We killed the enemy..."

Morris responded quickly: "It's dark and numb. Everything that's running around has been chopped down, and everything that's not running around has been captured."

I looked at Constans with an embarrassed face. If Maurice was sent to be a tax collector, his concept of tax collection would be that people who are alive should pay the money. Disabled people are also living people, so they have to pay taxes.

Pay it, but only dead people don’t have to pay it.

"About 400 enemies were killed and about 1,000 were captured. The rest escaped under the cover of night. We asked two companies to guard those 1,000 people. By the way, I discovered a rather unexpected situation." Constans suddenly said

lowered his voice, "Those Prussians

Their morale was very low. Almost as soon as we launched the raid, their morale basically collapsed. When I was distinguishing the prisoners, I found that the Swedes occupied many middle and lower-level officer positions. And many of them were the kings of Sweden not long ago.

**’s corporal, sergeant.”

"It seems that the Swedes and Prussia are also having a lot of troubles!" The situation is getting more and more favorable to us.

"But what happened to your bald head Maurice?"

"It's a long story!"

"It's better not to say it."

"He got lice in his hair, so he was so scared that he shaved off all the hair on his body."
Chapter completed!