Chapter 1059: Crooked Joseph
Piedmont.
Not a single cloud marred the azure sky. Like the reflection of the sea, it was clear and bright.
But no one stopped to admire the beautiful blue sky and sea. An anxious tension hung in the air, making it hard to breathe.
The scorching sunlight beat down on the earth without hindrance. The dry riverbeds, depleted wells, parched land, and yellowing plants all spoke of Heaven's mercilessness.
In the palace, Bellevue paced back and forth through the empty hall like an ant on a hot pan. He could still vaguely remember how, just over a month earlier, he had sat full of ambition on the throne of the King of Sardinia, surveying the realm and issuing commands.
Back then, the entire hall had been packed with his supporters, and countless battle-hardened generals had served under him. Bellevue had rallied his troops for an eastern campaign, his ambition swallowing the world like a tiger.
The Sardinian people had flocked to join his cause, carrying provisions on their backs; the recruiting offices were so packed that they could barely contain the volunteers. Every household in the cities had been overjoyed.
Yet after just one month, Bellevue had come to feel the same helplessness Constantine XI had once known.
There were no provisions within, no reinforcements without. A vast army of barbarians was closing in step by step, every route by land and sea had been sealed off, and there was no one left around him whom he could rely on.
With every route by land and sea blockaded, the Bellevue Legion had gone a long time without receiving supplies or reinforcements from France.
The Kingdom of Sardinia's resources, meanwhile, had already been exhausted in its war against the Austrian Empire. No matter how much Bellevue requisitioned,