The fierce battle on the 16th led both sides to choose a ceasefire on the 17th, preparing for the next day's war.
At night, the battlefield's situation was unclear, but at dawn, the sight of bodies strewn all over was visible; Zhu Wencong had become numb to it.
The French Army soldiers faced the Prussian Army's Krupp Cannon, and their deaths were unbearable to witness: the lucky ones only suffered internal organ damage, while the unlucky ones were obliterated.
"Is the battle situation here similar to that of the Third Corps?" William I inquired.
"Yes! Most of the Prussian Army died from rifle fire, the French Army from cannons. Fortunately, the French Army hasn't organized a counterattack, otherwise, we would suffer more casualties." Zhu Wencong nodded.
William I rubbed his forehead, wanting to complete the army's equipment upgrade, but funding eternally remained a bottomless pit.
