Chapter 1878: Overwhelming War

Frederick II looked at the man walking out, his mind instantly recalling the man's past meritorious deeds.

He was called Wedel, and he had once stood out as the spearhead of the assault during the Battle of Leuthen.

Because of his fierce performance, he had obtained his current status.

"Wedel, do you have the confidence to intercept the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces?"

Wedel gave a soft laugh and said indifferently, "I will finish off all the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces just like snapping a wooden stick."

After speaking, Wedel actually found a wooden stick, gripped it tightly with both hands, and the muscles on his arms bulged high.

Crack!

This wooden stick was snapped by him with ease.

Frederick II no longer doubted his bravery; placing hope in a Warrior made him feel at ease.

"Good, I can give you a force of twenty-four thousand men." Frederick II waved his hand, and the matter was thus decided.

No one among the crowd objected.

After Prussia had been recuperating for this half-year, being able to bring out such a force was already very rare.

After all, soldiers are not commodities and cannot be produced quickly.

The Prussian people had lost over a million people in this war alone.

If it were not for Longyan occupying Saxony and stabilizing the western battlefield, the war situation for Prussia would likely be even more difficult right now.

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And at this time, the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces had already marched to Krosen, a key town on the left bank of the Oder River.

Naleishi signaled to seize this town to provide convenience for their subsequent operational plans.

Although this was a key town on the Oder River.

The Prussian army seemed to lack sufficient troops to attend to this city.

The Russian Army under Naleishi's command took this key town with ease.

It did not consume much effort in the process.

Their action plan was swift enough that the Longyan army had not yet arrived at this time.

Most of the Longyan army's Cavalry were Heavy Cavalry; in order to contend with the Cossack Cavalry, the Longyan cavalry could not abandon the heavy armor on their bodies, which resulted in their marching speed being much slower than that of the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces.

The Puluosi Budui led by Wedel at this time had also set out.

They advanced along the Oder River basin.

They were the first to arrive at the Palici region of the Aode River basin.

"General, we cannot continue to advance; there are too many swamps ahead, and the weather is hot now, so the troops also need to rest," a Prussian officer advised.

But Wedel looked at this officer and said in a deep voice, "Are you advising me not to block the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces?"

"Ahead is Krosen town; soldier, you should clearly know how great the loss to us will be if that town is occupied by the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces!"

"We will lose the initiative on the Aode River and be unable to intercept the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces on the other side of the river."

"Continue to advance, no one is to stop!" Wedel said in a deep voice.

The Puluosi Budui dared not disobey the military order and could only say yes.

It was currently noon.

The weather in Europe had already warmed up, and it was now terrifyingly hot here.

Coupled with the numerous swamps here, it bred mosquitoes and flies.

The Puluosi Budui, who had been soaked through with sweat from long-term marching and were even emitting a foul odor, were a feast in the eyes of those mosquitoes and flies.

Marching in such muddy places, they all felt as if they were stuck to this foul-smelling earth.

Under such conditions, these soldiers suffered a double blow, both mentally and physically.

Their fighting spirit was completely gone.

And at this moment, the suddenly sounding battle cries broke the silence.

"Kill!"

Facing the suddenly appearing Russian-Austrian Allied Forces, the usually fierce General Wedel did not notice the soldiers' exhaustion, but instead shouted: "Counterattack!"

But the Puluosi Budui, exhausted in body and mind at this moment, even if brave, had no strength to launch an attack on the suddenly appearing Russian-Austrian Allied Forces.

The situation on the battlefield presented itself in a one-sided manner.

The troops committed by the Russian Army were not many, but the Puluosi Budui of over twenty thousand men were as if they did not exist.

They were suppressed and beaten by the Russian Army.

Wedel was indeed brave; even under such circumstances, he had maintained an ultra-high combat record.

Just the Russian Army soldiers who died at his hands numbered over ten, and this was only the number of those he finished off in close combat.

As for those Russian-Austrian Allied Forces personnel who were wounded by him and unable to continue fighting, they were impossible to count.

But war is not looked at through the fierceness of one person.

No matter how powerful one person is, they cannot influence the war situation.

The Russian-Austrian Allied Forces here were full of spirit; they had long since prepared an ambush plan.

And the Puluosi Budui on the other side, because of the long-term marching, had not received a good rest at all, and now they had no way to launch a further attack.

The Musket and Cannon in their hands could not exert their power.

"General, retreat; if you let the soldiers retreat now, we might still have a chance to counterattack. If we continue to fight, our troops will sooner or later all be buried here."

Seeing the current situation on the battlefield, the Strategist under Wedel's command advised bitterly.

Wedel looked at the one-sided situation on the battlefield and was very unwilling, but now there was only the path of retreat for him to choose.

There was no other path for him to choose.

Wedel sighed and said in a deep voice: "Everyone retreat!" Biquge

"Scatter and flee."

After Wedel ordered the retreat, the already routed Puluosi Budui scattered like birds and beasts.

The Puluosi Budui, known for their strict discipline and uniform formation, were now fleeing in all directions like headless flies.

Facing the flight of the Puluosi Budui, Naleishi did not choose to let them go at all.

Their battle took place in the center of a swampy area.

Because of Wedel's erroneous command, their troops had penetrated too deeply into this place, and hidden within these swamps were the weapons the Tsarist Russia troops used to intercept them.

*Puff! *

Soldiers of the Puluosi Budui who were fleeing plunged into the swamp.

Unable to move anymore, these Puluosi soldiers trapped in the swamp could only become lambs waiting to be slaughtered by the enemy.

After occupying the town of Krosen, Naleishi had ordered some of the swamps to be concealed.

Perhaps when Wedel was marching, he would have carefully avoided these places.

But these fleeing Puluosi Budui, how could they care about what was under their feet? Naturally, they stepped into the traps designed by Naleishi.

Within these traps.

The Puluosi Budui could no longer escape.

Seeing this scene, Wedel was deeply shocked; the force of over twenty thousand men that Frederick II had entrusted to him had been completely routed after fighting the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces for less than three hours.

Blood-red stained the earth.

This interception battle ended completely in the defeat of the Puluosi Budui.

Wedel, this valiant general of Prussia, just as he had said, would intercept the Russian-Austrian Allied Forces like snapping a wooden stick.

But he had no Method to change the outcome of the battle.

The result of this battle was that the Puluosi Budui lost over eight thousand men, lost eighteen Cannon, three hundred Musket, and six pairs of national flags...

While the Tsarist Russia troops only paid the price of over eight hundred dead, one thousand seriously wounded, and over three thousand lightly wounded.

It was simply like a dream.