Blücher’s Prussians, their drums pounding like war elephants, strike the French right. A farmhand-turned-soldier, Johann Ritter, grips a musket and shouts, “For Bismarck! For Prussia!” The charge breaks the final French line. Amid the chaos, French soldiers abandon their colors, their trust in the Emperor eroded.
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