"They came too fast. How could they have come this fast?"
Omar Pasha muttered to himself.
Ahmed Yilmaz and the other young Ottoman generals were somewhat unable to understand.
"Omar Pasha, there's nothing to fear! We're on the defensive now—the advantage is on our side."
"That's right! The Danube River lies ahead to block them. So what if they're an Austro-Russian allied army? Sooner or later, we Ottoman men will make them remember the terror of being shrouded beneath the Crescent Banner!"
Omar Pasha was not nearly so optimistic. Meanwhile, Colin Campbell had come up with another new idea.
"Pasha, we can ask the navy for help. As long as the navy enters the Danube River, it won't matter how many troops the Holy Alliance sends."
This time, Colin Campbell's suggestion made Omar Pasha's eyes light up. Though the former's suggestions had often made people's vision go black before, this time was different.
As long as they could bring in naval support, it would be utterly impossible for the Holy Alliance's army to cross the Danube River again.
At least, it would be impossible until they defeated the navy.
Thinking this, Omar Pasha immediately wrote to everyone he believed could be of help. As long as the British sailed their fleet into the Danube River, this war would most likely fall into a stalemate and then enter peace negotiations. By then, no one would pursue his responsibility any longer.
What Omar Pasha did not know was that the British had long since been unable to sit still. After receiving orders from London, Viscount Stratford went straight to the Tsar's field headquarters.
Dobruja, the Tsar's field headquarters.
"The Austrian army will launch its attack from the west, while our army attacks from the east. Once we cross the river, the two