If you don't court death, you won't die. Maherd had clearly overlooked the fact that the Tuscan army was woefully lacking in combat strength. The moment the battle began, they were suppressed by the Austrian army.
"Attack!"
"Damn it, get up and attack!"
Maherd cursed furiously. The young officers performed with great bravery, but the soldiers were being very Italian.
Their slogans rang out loud and clear, yet before they had even caught sight of the enemy's shadow, they were all lying on the ground playing dead. How could that not infuriate him?
Without a doubt, the rank-and-file soldiers had no desire to fight Austria. Before the anti-French wars broke out, Tuscany had still been a member of the Holy Roman Empire, and their forefathers had once sworn loyalty to the Habsburg Family.
Even now, Austria still wielded considerable influence in Tuscany. Such influence could not be erased in a short time, and the soldiers' feelings toward Austria were complicated.
This was a tragic issue. The anti-Austrian movement in Italy had merely been launched by the bourgeoisie for their own interests.
Even if the common people had been fooled into it, they had no pain that cut to the bone. Shouting slogans in ordinary times was fine, but asking them to risk their lives was another matter entirely.
The only ones who truly wanted to defeat Austria and unify Italy were the capitalists, intellectuals, and nationalists.
To put it bluntly, they had been divided for over a thousand years. Everyone had long grown accustomed to this kind of life.
Otherwise, in 1848, Austria could not possibly have so easily defeated the allied forces of the Italian states and once again ruled Venice and Lombardy.
"General, we've come under attack from the main Austrian force. We should ask our allies