On the Bologna front, Polar was drumming his fingers on the table impatiently.
The supplies were long overdue, and the Italian Allied Forces had run out of food. On top of that, there had been no progress at the front. He could hardly keep from cursing.
In fact, Polar had already cursed out everyone he'd met, but his anxiety still wouldn't ease.
The Austrians had no intention of attacking, and his army simply couldn't break through. The two sides were far too unequal in strength.
And as time went on, the gap only widened, because Austria had received the artillery and rockets it so badly needed.
Polar, meanwhile, hadn't received the food he needed. Instead, he got a devastating piece of news.
For reasons unknown, Pius IX and his cardinals were coming to the front—and they intended to take command of his army.
Lapol couldn't stand for that. He had no intention of going back to being a little shopkeeper who had to curry favor with others. He wanted to be a great general.
So, just after Pius IX left the city, he was ambushed. Fortunately, the Swiss Guard fought bravely and saved his life.
The two secretary-bishops accompanying him weren't so lucky. They were now just two corpses by the roadside outside the city.
Just then, a group of soldiers claimed that Marshal Polar had sent them to escort Pius IX to the military camp. The Pope was deeply heartened.
"Thank God for granting us a general so loyal. May the Lord bless you as well. Amen."
After speaking, Pius IX prepared to climb into the carriage and go with them, but Stefan Capella, the captain of his guard, stopped him.
"Your Holiness, you said you still had to pray for the children at the orphanage tomorrow. We should