The roar of artillery, the whir of engines, and the occasional screams of soldiers composed a march of hell.
At the French Command, Marshal Patrice McMahon couldn't help trembling as he looked at the steadily increasing casualty reports.
After collecting his thoughts, McMahon forced himself to calm down. He knew he couldn't panic now. If he couldn't stay composed, France was finished.
As one of the founders of the Second French Empire, McMahon's affection for his country even surpassed his own life.
"You are all aware of the situation at the front. Our top priority now is to find a way to deal with the enemy's armored troops. Only by neutralizing them does the great France have a future.
From now on, the fate of the Empire lies in our hands. Our homeland is right behind us, and there is no way back.
If you don't want the fires of war to reach our homes, if you don't want to see our families displaced, then keep the enemy outside our national gates!
