Throughout the morning, Napoleon seemed like an ant on a hot pot.

The Don River front is crucial to the southern front. As long as you cross the Don River, you will reach the Russian Great Plains.

There is no high ground, no natural moat, and nothing that can hinder the Ming Dynasty tanks.

The only thing it can rely on is the muddy ground, which will make the tank get stuck in the quagmire.

But the fact is that the battle lasted until exactly twelve o'clock noon.

According to the latest report, the troops under attack were already 60 kilometers away from the front line at five o'clock in the morning.

In other words, the Ming army advanced 60 kilometers in seven hours of attack.

Sixty kilometers, which is almost the distance that many French troops marched in one day.

The four lines of defense in front of the Ming army were worse than the skin of an egg. The Ming army tanks penetrated them with just one poke!

According to Napoleon himself, it was like a knife cutting through butter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!

What the hell is Aibok doing? He has 300,000 men under his command.

Three hundred thousand people!

Not 300,000 pigs, just pigs that know how to eat."

Napoleon was shocked by the astonishing idiocy and incompetence of his generals. The defense line defended by 300,000 people was penetrated for 60 kilometers in seven hours.

In the words of the Ming Dynasty people, it is like being in a deserted place.

"Your Majesty, I think things may not be that bad.

The Ming army gave us the illusion of a full-frontal attack, but I think the Ming army should not have so many troops.

According to my understanding of the Ming army, their mobile corps numbered at most about 350,000 people.

Even if they all join the fight as soon as the war begins, it is absolutely impossible for them to launch an attack simultaneously on a 400-kilometer front.

Here are not only our Third Army, but also our Fourth Army, and twenty-seven divisions of Italian troops.

Our field positions are not only strong, but also deep and well prepared with a large number of troops.

Could it be said that they have never thought about keeping a reserve team?

This is absolutely impossible!

I analyze that the situation on the front line may be like this.

Most of the fronts attacked were faced by Russian or Ming infantry.

Only the area about 20 to 30 kilometers in front of the Don River Bridge is the location where enemy tanks focus their attacks.

In other words, a large number of our troops may have just lost contact but not been annihilated.

The Ming army's tank offensive could only be carried out along this twenty- to thirty-kilometer corridor.

After seven hours of attacking and advancing 60 kilometers, they must have concentrated an absolutely superior force in this area.

Otherwise, our defense line will not be broken through so easily.

If we don't take measures, they will continue to destroy our army's rear.

Troops that lose contact on the front line will collapse because they have no logistical supplies and lose contact with their superiors.

So, tonight is a crucial night.

Please approve, I will go to the front line to command the operations of the Third Army."

Leclerc made gestures on the map and analyzed the current situation in a reasonable manner.

Napoleon listened very carefully, because Leclerc was the only one who warned him in advance of the huge hidden dangers in the direction of Kharkov.

Unfortunately!

Napoleon made a mistake in judging the direction of the Ming army's attack, and it was a misguided mistake.

The military god of a generation was so outrageous. Napoleon felt that this was the most humiliating moment in his career.

"How are you going to fight if you go?" Napoleon nodded and asked Leclerc if he had any drafts.

At least, you can't go to the front line without any plan.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!

I think the first thing to do is to send messengers to contact various positions at night and reorganize the troops.

Let them regroup and form a fighting force!

Second, we should take advantage of the darkness to use airships to supply the frontline troops.

Although this is very dangerous,... it is the most effective and direct method."

Napoleon nodded, this method is feasible.

He also didn't quite believe that his Third Army, Fourth Army and twenty-seven divisions of Italian troops would be annihilated within a few hours.

Even if these people were all pigs running around, they wouldn't be able to kill them all in seven hours.

Seeing Napoleon nod, Leclerc dared to continue.

"After gathering the troops, I will order them to attack in the direction of the Don River Bridge.

The strategic channel opened by the Ming army was only twenty or thirty kilometers long.

What we have to do is close this channel.

Then take advantage of the numerical advantage and fight to the death to kill the Ming army tank troops that rushed into our position.

After destroying the Ming Army's mobile corps, we will have the strategic initiative.

Neither the Ming army nor the Russian army could organize an effective strategic counterattack.

We will win the battle on the battlefield."

Leclerc saw the hope of victory for the first time in the war.

In the past, despite the huge numbers of the coalition forces, Leclerc had never seen any hope of victory.

This is not only due to the advanced technology and weapons of the Ming army, but also to the war will shown by the Ming army.

The Battle of Tsaritsyn was a battle like a meat grinder.

During that battle, the best French troops came out and launched a frantic attack on Tsaritsyn.

They and the Ming army fought over and over again for the same street and house.

Human life was worthless at that time!

He thought that the Ming army, which had never fought such a battle, would not be able to hold on and would suffer a large-scale retreat and mutiny.

But I didn't expect that the Ming army would persist in this meat grinder-like battle.

Moreover, his fighting will is not inferior to that of the elite French soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Even at the end of the battle, the French army was almost collapsing, but the Ming army still had no intention of collapsing.

This surprised Leclerc!

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out why the Ming army didn't collapse.

"Yes! Your plan is feasible." Napoleon nodded, took out his pocket watch and took a look.

It's already one o'clock in the afternoon!

"But how do you get to the front line? Now ride to the front line. In terms of time...!"

"I'm going to take the airship to the front line!"

"No!" Napoleon flatly objected.

"You will be shot down like a bird by Ming army planes."

"There is no time, I can only take the airship.

Don't worry, Your Majesty, I don't want to die yet.

I will carry the war horse on the airship. Before the airship reaches the battle line, I will land on the ground and then ride the war horse to Ebok's headquarters.

...!

Your Majesty, I have two requests."

Leclerc paused before making the request.

"Say!" Napoleon knew that the general would definitely make some demands at this time to ensure his absolute authority to go to the front.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I hope you will recall the First Army heading north."

Napoleon snorted in his nose and glanced at Leclerc: "Agree!"

Recalling the First Army would mean the complete bankruptcy of the northern advance plan.

The matter of Kursk can only be left to the Israelis, the British and the damn Austro-Hungarian Empire.
To be continued...