Chapter 92: Under a Generous Reward, There Will Be Brave Men
Trento had become a target contested by both sides since the Battle of Venice began. The Kingdom of Sardinia had committed three divisions in succession, yet still failed to shake the Austrian army's defensive line.
A week had passed, and Colonel Grigi no longer felt the unease he had at the beginning. He had already seen through the enemy: not only did they lack military training, they also lacked the courage to fight to the death.
In this era, everyone still used muzzle-loading guns, and their firepower was not particularly fierce. Even skilled soldiers could fire no more than three shots per minute, while most could only manage two.
Even though the Austrian army possessed decent defensive fortifications, Trento was no impregnable mountain pass. If the Sardinian army had been willing to fill the gap with human lives, they could have forced their way through all the same.
Colonel Grigi was beginning to regret it. Had he known the Sardinian army was this pathetic, he would have listened to that brat Amburich and sent troops out to raid their camp. Maybe by now, he would have become one of the Austrian army's rising stars.
Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret. The enemy's numbers had gone from one division at the start to three now. At this point, they truly could not be chewed through.
Could that brat Amburich actually have the makings of a famous general, only nobody has noticed yet? Looks like I need to take him seriously. Maybe I can even claim some credit, Grigi thought to himself.
The facts proved that he had overthought it. Amburich was merely a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. There were a dozen young officers like him in the Austrian