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“You’re not! The real Gisela would never do or think about things as seriously as you do.” Sophie tried to pinch her sister’s cheek, but because she didn’t have enough strength, the action looked more like a caress to Gisela.

Why not? Because in Sophie's eyes, her younger sister should always be an innocent and happy little girl, someone she would protect forever. Although she was physically weak and perhaps didn't have much time left, for her family, and of course for her beloved younger sister, there were some things she had to bear herself, even the weight of the crown.

“Sophie! Do you know? Girls will grow up eventually, and even the weak petrel must fight the storm.” Gisela felt it necessary to confront her older sister. Because she had already “rolled the dice of fate,” and in the future crisis that would sweep the world, only she could save this ancient nation.

“There’s an old saying in the East: ‘If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.’” Gisela bent down, took her hand, picked her up, and then walked toward the bed.

Sophie closed her eyes, resting her head against her sister's back, feeling her warmth. Gisela's words at that moment perfectly expressed her feelings. She seemed to see the little girl who had once nestled in her arms growing up. If it were the Gisela of today, she had every reason to believe that she was ready to shoulder everything.

“I will bear your weight and the weight of the crown together.” Gisela meant to tell her sister that she was the future ruler of the throne. But to Sophie, these words sounded like someone willing to share everything with her. The person who once needed her protection had become the one who could protect her. Thinking of this, Sophie shed tears.

“Then it’s fine to leave it to you.” Sophie wiped away her tears, her cheeks slightly flushed, and playfully bit Gisela’s fluffy fox ear.

"Ugh!" Gisela's body trembled, and her expression instantly became somewhat subtle.

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Chapter 114 The Brandenburg Eagle. (VI) Q*-N and the Snow of Jutland: Capter 48 Battle of Misonde (2)

Fort Dupour on the Danneville Line, January 16, 1869

As the sun began to rise above the horizon at dawn, the snowfall that had lasted for several days came to an end. The sleepy Danish soldiers slowly got out of their blankets in the camp, then, puffing out white breaths, put on their thick uniforms. After all, they were fighting on home soil, and with ample supplies, it was better to let them freeze.

Lars, as usual, yawned as he observed the strange new brothers on the bed opposite him, only to find that they were already dressed and diligently cleaning their rifles and bayonets.

"Andrew, Lawrence, why are you two always cleaning these damn guns? They're not women's butts. It's a waste of time to work on them all day. You'd be better off watching those magical ladies on the parade ground like us." Lars made a vulgar joke while mocking the somewhat dull brothers.

Although mage can be either male or female, there is no doubt that female mage are more popular in military camps.

"Alright, forget about them. Everyone has their own hobbies. Why don't we go take a leak first?" Lars's companion patted him on the shoulder and then pushed him toward the outside of the tent.

"This damn weather is freezing!" Lars breathed warm air onto his hands and stomped his boots hard on the ground, freezing the soil solid.

"How long have these German wimps been waiting to attack? I really want to kick them and then stab them in the back with my bayonet, listening to their agonizing screams!" Lars wasn't from a noble background; he used to be a petty thug, so it wasn't surprising that he kept spouting vulgarities. His companions were used to it and didn't find it strange that he was dying.

“Have you heard? The Prussians have reached the village of Missonde.” A soldier nearby lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then handed it to his companion.

"Brought from Copenhagen, so use it sparingly, there's only one pack left." He reminded his companion.

"Yes, yes, save your cigarettes. I didn't see any fire in Misonde village when I was on patrol last night." The Danish generals no longer allow soldiers to cross the border at will, not even for reconnaissance.

“That’s strange. Didn’t they say the Prussians would arrive at the defensive line before the Austrians? Is that just a rumor?” Lars listened intently to his companion’s words, not forgetting to unbuckle his belt and take a piss.

"They must be scared," one soldier joked.

"I don't know about that. Anyway, if we can beat them once, we'll beat them a second time, a third time..."

Before he could finish speaking, a shell streaked across the sky like a comet and exploded on an open field not far from their camp.

"Did you see that? What is that?" one of Lars's companions shouted in horror.

"Damn, it's a Prussian shell." Lars threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it with his boot. As the shell landed, the Danish army's bugle call sounded at the same time.

"Assemble!!!" At this moment, a captain emerged from the tent with his adjutant and shouted the military order to the outside with a serious expression.

Upon hearing the command, the panicked soldiers suppressed their unease and began to assemble in the direction of the captain.

The entire company, numbering over a hundred men, almost instantly regrouped around the captain.

This alone is enough to demonstrate the discipline of this unit, especially since the Danish army's elite troops are currently deployed on the Danneville defense line.

After reorganizing the manpower, they organized personnel to go to the vicinity of the old breastwork outside the fortress to organize defenses.

Unfortunately, although they were considered elite by the Danish government, they were still a new force composed of both old and new personnel, and lacked strong execution capabilities. Many of them instinctively trembled and lay down on the ground the moment they heard the explosion, making any movement even more difficult.

"This is just for measuring the shells." Andrei calmly walked out of the camp, and his brother did not forget to remind his comrade.

"If you don't want to die! Get back to your positions now!" Andrei shouted at his comrades lying on the ground. As if in response to Andrei's warning, a barrage of shells instantly rained down on the Danish army's positions. Blood, flesh, and mangled limbs spread the shadow of death over the entire defensive line in an instant.

The soldiers who managed to escape, driven by instinct, continued to run as fast as they could in the direction their superiors had ordered.

The Prussian artillery cover did not last long, as the vanguard had already left the main force far behind. Without sufficient artillery shells as reserves, the Prussian army dared not be too extravagant in conducting prolonged fire coverage.

Then, Prince Karl led Prussia's most elite Third Army, starting from the village of Missonde, and launched an attack on the front of the Danneville Line, with several thousand Danish troops.

The Danish soldiers who had entered the breastwork rubbed their eyes, and a scene they might never have seen before came into view. On the distant plain, a dark mass of moving dots was approaching them; the smaller dots were people, while the larger dots were undoubtedly magical armor. The ground trembled, and the Danish soldiers' hearts trembled even more.

Andrei stared at the distant black ocean, biting his lip as he gripped his rifle. His gaze then fell upon the magical armor not far away. Last time they faced Prussia, they had nothing; this time, however, they had at least a company of magical armor. (One squad, three units; three squads, one company)

“Let’s let the Prussians get closer before we fire! Their rifle range and loading mechanism are different from ours. They can fire from a prone position, and we’ll be at a disadvantage if we engage them in direct fire,” Andrei shouted to his comrades. As a veteran who had experienced bloody battles, his experience was especially important at this moment.

Fortunately, the Danes were on the defensive and had breastworks as cover, while the Prussian artillery was running low on ammunition. This gave Andrei a more optimistic outlook for the upcoming battle.

Lars peeked out to observe the size of the Prussians, but was pulled back by Lawrence, who was standing next to him. Just then, a bullet hit the wall, narrowly missing the spot where Lars had been peeking out.

"Are you crazy! Prussians are very accurate marksmen."

"Damn it!" Lars slammed his fist against the wall of his chest; all he felt in this fight was frustration.

This breastwork, built along the riverbanks and marshes, allowed the Danish army, under ideal conditions, to delay the enemy's advance by relying on the marshy area in front of the defensive line, and then slowly chip away at the enemy's momentum.

However, the swamps around the border wall had dried up, and the hard ground gave the Prussian army ample room to deploy. The excessively long defensive line also greatly diluted the firepower of the Danish army, making it easier to break through. The former advantage had vanished.

The only hope the Danes can place in their fortresses now is to withstand the Prussian attack.

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Chapter 115 The Eagle of Brandenburg and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 49 Battle of Misonde (3)

Soon the Prussians reached the vicinity of the breastwork, and the Danish army finally had the opportunity to deliver a Viking "greeting" to the Prussians with their Minié rifles.

The thunderous sound of gunfire echoed across the battlefield, and thick smoke billowed from the parapets stretching for kilometers. The Prussian troops at the forefront were felled like wheat being harvested. This probing attack failed to utilize the superior firepower of the Prussian army, and the commander's recklessness directly exposed the Prussian soldiers, who lacked cover, to the Danish firepower.

"Sir, quickly bring out our artillery," Andrei requested from the captain beside him.

"No, our artillery should be used against the magic armor." The captain's thinking was a bit rigid, after all, he was just a newly promoted officer from military academy and did not have much combat experience.

"Sir, our most important task right now is to kill the enemy and hold the line. To hell with drill manuals!" Andrei roared angrily at the captain. How to punish someone for talking back to their superior was a matter for later. The priority now was to repel the enemy, and he couldn't risk his comrades' lives.

"Sigrid, quickly contact the artillery and have them push forward." After thinking for a moment, the captain turned to the blonde girl beside him and said. Artillery support could indeed play a very important role. If we analyze the battlefield situation, the soldier in front of him was undoubtedly more correct. As for the anti-magic armor? The positions are gone, does it really make a difference whether we counter it or not?

"Okay, please be careful, Nils. Sergeant Andrei, please come with me." Sigrid first instructed the captain, then led Andrei to find the artillery.

Despite suffering heavy casualties, the Prussian army's offensive did not stop; on the contrary, it became even more frenzied. They spontaneously used grenades made from the anti-magic armor they carried to bombard the Danish positions.

The spontaneous attack by the Prussian soldiers caused trouble for the Danish army's defenses, as many soldiers hiding behind bunkers were caught in the blasts, resulting in heavy casualties.

The entire position was also at risk of collapse, and the balance of the war seemed to be tilting in Prussia's favor once again.

However, a flash of light soon emerged from the gap in the Danish army's breastwork. A 12-pound cannon fired a shot consisting of 144 shrapnel fragments in a fan-shaped pattern into the sea of ​​Prussian soldiers. The Prussian soldiers within the range of this shell were instantly swept to the ground, with the casualties unknown.

This was just the beginning. Soon after, bursts of fire erupted from the gaps in the breastwork, and soldiers were felled by shrapnel.

Perhaps because the bullets were not powerful enough to kill immediately, many of the Prussian soldiers who were hit could only writhe and struggle on the ground, and the painful cries of the soldiers echoed all over the battlefield. This scene was as horrifying as a living hell.

Finally, the Prussian magic armored forces, who were launching a coordinated attack, noticed the positions of these cannons. They then aimed their cannons at the fire on the defensive line and unleashed their firepower without reservation. However, even with the assistance of the magic warriors, the Prussian attacking forces' offensive was still slowed down.

While the Prussian mage pilots were focused on destroying the Danish artillery positions, they failed to notice that Danish mage armor, flanking from the flanks, had broken out of their bunkers. Their attack was incredibly swift, and because the attacks almost all came from the sides, the Prussian mage armor didn't immediately detect the threats. Within minutes, two squads of Prussian mage armor were rendered ineffective.

As the magicians achieved their victory, the Danish soldiers inside the breastwork, led by their commander, stepped out and launched a counter-charge against the Prussian army. Shouts and gunfire rang out in alternating waves. The two sides, locked in a fierce struggle, greeted each other in their native languages. If weapons were lost, they threw stones; if no stones were available, they grabbed with their hands; if hands were injured, they bit with their teeth, for this battle was a fight to the death.

Andrei raised his head and looked at the bloody battlefield shrouded in black smoke from burning gunpowder. At this moment, the boundaries between light and darkness had long since disappeared, and chaos was the only constant in war.

The fierce battle continued until dusk, when the Prussian vanguard, leaving behind nearly a thousand corpses, retreated in disarray to their camp.

That evening, news of the victory reached Copenhagen, and the Danish people rejoiced throughout the country, for at that moment they had reason to believe that Denmark, as politicians had said, was the great nation chosen by God to rule the world.

Amid the cheers of victory, an old man put down his pen, which was used to write fairy tales. He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the beautiful Copenhagen before him, sighed, and said, "The flies are all falling down, but we are flying up like flies before. The real storm is coming, but we are blind to it."

December 1869, 1

This morning, King William, as usual, went to his office on his cane, only to find Prussian Prime Minister Bismarck waiting outside his office.

"Bismarck, you're here. What happened last night?" Most of the kingdom's intelligence needs to be compiled by the cabinet before officials personally go to Charlottenburg Palace to report the situation to the king.

This task was usually done by the ministers' secretaries or by other officials who would report on it, but today the person who came to submit the documents was Prime Minister Bismarck, which made the King realize that something big was probably happening.

"The Third Army suffered a setback in the attack on Misond and failed to break through the Dupour fortress on the Danneville line." Bismarck spoke succinctly and expressionlessly. This was typical of her daily work as a political strongman known as the Iron Chancellor.

"How much have been lost?" William was, after all, a shrewd and calculating ruler. He knew very well that his army was not as invincible as his generals boasted. Therefore, he had anticipated the defeat. After all, from the outbreak of the war until the Battle of Missonde, the Danes had not even organized a decent battle.

The more important thing now is to understand the losses and think about how to deal with them, otherwise they will lose face in front of their true nemesis, the Austrians.

"The troops advanced recklessly and underestimated the enemy. During the battle, they were met with a counter-attack from the Danish army's magic warriors and were forced to retreat. Not all the bodies could be brought back, and the number of casualties cannot be accurately counted. However, according to the personnel loss report submitted by the Third Army, a total of 3679 people were lost (both dead and wounded are counted together). But personally, I am afraid the losses are greater than this number on paper." Falsifying data is a very common phenomenon in the armies of various countries. Of course, superiors turn a blind eye to such behavior of pursuing paper data, and they are even more lenient if the result is victory.

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Chapter 116 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 50 My Sister's Lieutenant (Seeking Votes)

"I remember the Third Army was Karl's unit, right?" The Karl William mentioned was Prince Karl, who was King William's nephew and thus a relative.

“Yes, Your Majesty, it is indeed His Highness the Prince,” Bismarck replied calmly, then secretly observed King William’s expression, trying to read his thoughts from his demeanor.

"Even Karl failed? That shouldn't be the case. Did the report state the reasons?" Prince Karl, a member of the royal family with outstanding military talent, had always been favored by the King. Furthermore, during the European revolutions of 1848, Karl actively assisted William, then still a prince, in suppressing the uprisings, thus forging a deep friendship with the King. (Anti-revolutionary friendship)

"A rash attack, insufficient artillery preparation, failure to carefully consider the terrain, poor coordination between soldiers and magical armor, negligence... In short, Prince Karl is willing to take full responsibility in his report." Bismarck repeated the report to the King.

In this respect, Prince Karl was an excellent commander. He was bold and responsible and never shied away from his own shortcomings and mistakes. These are qualities that an outstanding military commander should have.

“That’s really his style, don’t you think, Bismarck?” William laughed, gripping his cane with both hands.

"Lord Karl's straightforwardness and bravery are recognized throughout the army."

"Have the General Staff use magic communication to tell Karl that we'll let him off this time. Have Friedrich prepare plenty of artillery and soldiers for him, and give us another attack. This time, we must break through the Danneville Line." William stood up, opened the window behind his seat, and the biting cold wind rushed into the warm room without any obstruction.

"The soldiers must be enduring this bitter cold, Bismarck. What are the Austrians doing now?" Emperor Wilhelm took out his pipe. Bismarck, as attentive as a competent secretary, picked up the matchbox on the table, walked slowly to King Wilhelm, and lit his pipe for him.

"It's an honor for me to have a beautiful magical lady light my cigarette," William said, half-jokingly teasing the Prime Minister before him.

“It is my honor, Your Majesty,” Bismarck replied with a smile, seemingly accustomed to William’s words.

"I guess they should be southwest of the Danneville defense line." Although they are allied forces, the Prussian and Austrian armies are not under unified command, and each takes orders from the generals of its own country.

“I knew that relying on their support was pointless; we might as well do it ourselves,” William said with a touch of self-deprecation.

At this moment, Bismarck did not continue to echo the king's words. She frowned slightly, her blue eyes filled with worry, because she did not know whether the Austrian fox princess would add some so-called variables to this otherwise uneventful war.

After all, Bismarck had come to know the princess's quirky personality and exceptional intelligence through their previous interactions.

Meilun'erbi, Shilesuige District

The Austro-Hungarian army was approaching the village of Missonde, where the Prussian army was ordered to assemble, at a snail's pace. Although the speed was eerily slow, it was not the imperial army's usual pace, but rather the result of a deliberate order.

At this moment, Gisela, dressed in the iconic white women's military uniform of the Austrian army, was wearing a small military cap unique to the Austro-Hungarian army, which exposed her fox ears. Although her face was somewhat childish, her cute appearance and unique features aroused the soldiers' curiosity about this young princess.

As for why Gisela suddenly chose to expose her fox ears, the purpose was actually very simple: Gisela wanted to establish her authority in the army and boost morale. After all, fox ears could prove her identity as a magic user, and the presence of a magic user had a far greater effect on boosting morale than any other empty honors or slogans of responsibility. After all, the help from the "gods" was real.

Why did Gisela gain command of the army? Because Gisela's sister fell ill, and even though Princess Sophie received Gisela's "careful attention" that day, her condition worsened. To avoid problems in the army, Princess Sophie relinquished her adjutant Tifa to assist Gisela in handling military affairs.

Of course, Gisela tactfully accepted her elder sister's kindness and then sent her maid, Rita, to take care of her seriously ill sister. After all, in the entire imperial expeditionary force, which was mainly composed of burly men, only her personal maid was truly reliable in caring for the princess. (Wife swapping/P/LAY?)

Gisela looked at the impeccably groomed dark-haired beauty beside her, who bore a striking resemblance to "Jerusalem." Her cool, handsome face exuded a heroic air, and her clear eyes reflected her own image. Her alluring yet undeniably feminine breasts, fair skin, and feet outlined in black stockings—every gesture was elegant and beautiful. Her ascetic demeanor was captivating. The contrast of her shyness when she stripped her naked, coupled with the fact that she was still her sister's woman, made Gisela wonder if she were acting like a scoundrel.

But he was originally a blond-haired man, and the thought of that was enough to make him shudder. He pursed his lips, squeezed his legs tightly against the saddle, and perked up his ears.

"Oh no, I'm going to get a nosebleed!" Gisela quickly covered her nose with her left hand. Because of her overreaction, Gisela almost fell off her horse. Fortunately, she grabbed the reins with her right hand in time and regained her balance. However, the horse under her neighed because of the tightening of the reins.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Tifa turned around and asked with some concern.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Gisela shook her head vigorously, just like a rattle drum, showing her guilty conscience.

"Really?" Tifa had been feeling guilty because of Princess Sophie's collapse in the military camp, so when Gisela said she was alright, she always remembered that the princess also liked to say "I'm alright," but that usually meant something was wrong.

"Otherwise what?" Gisela said with an air of self-righteousness. (jpg)

"Your Highness, this is a message just sent from Berlin by the Prussian General Staff," a soldier in a white uniform said as he jogged up to Gisela.

"Tifa, help me see what it says." Gisela wasn't the kind of person who was too lazy to even look at the words; she simply wanted to exercise her privileges, after all, power corrupted her.

Tifa took the report and began to read it carefully.

“Your Highness! It would be best if you took a look yourself.” Tifa looked up after reading it, frowned, and handed the report to Gisela.

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Chapter 117 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 52 Prussia seems pretty weak too (No 51)

“Your Highness! It would be best if you could see it for yourself.” Tifa looked up after reading it, frowned, and handed the report to Gisela.

"Is the situation difficult?" Gisela put away her previous ease and casualness, returning to her usual seriousness and focus.

She raised her hand and unfolded the letter before her; the delicate handwriting revealed it was also written by a woman.

Letter content: January 17, 1869, to Princess Sophie II 1 Er Er Ying Shan Ling Ba Wai

1) Our army suffered a heavy defeat in its first attempt to break through the Danneville defense line. Now, after revising the battle plan, we plan to launch a new offensive on January 25. At that time, I hope that Your Highness will lead your country's army to the southwest of Dupur Fortress to launch a general offensive with us at the same time.

2) In order to enhance cooperation and communication between the two armies, Her Highness Princess Chloris of our country is on her way to your country's military camp.