Vicenza. Marshal Radetzky had personally arrived at the front. When the Battle of Trento was launched, fifty thousand Austrian reinforcements had already secretly reached this place.
"Marshal, the troops are ready. We can attack the enemy at any time!" Edmond said confidently.
"Has there been any movement from the enemy?" Marshal Radetzky asked with concern.
War was never one-sided. The outcome of a battle was often the result of the combined efforts of both sides.
A clever commander had to keep watch on his opponent's movements at all times and take timely countermeasures.
"Since yesterday afternoon, the enemy has stopped attacking and begun building defensive fortifications where they are. Our preliminary judgment is that they have changed their strategy from offense to defense," General Edmond replied.
"Proceed according to the original plan," Marshal Radetzky said with a smile.
This was the true main direction of the Austrian army's attack. Launching the Battle of Trento had merely been one move on the chessboard, intended only to divert the enemy's attention.
Marshal Radetzky had not expected the Battle of Trento to be won so cleanly, either. But that was even better—the Sardinian high command had truly been misled.
General Messe had been a godsend. His battle report had perfectly concealed the secret arrival of Austrian reinforcements in Vicenza, and the balance of forces here had already been reversed.
Radetzky still did not know that Badoglio had deployed his mobile forces to Ala, guarding against the main Austrian force coming from Trento.
Otherwise, he could have opened champagne in celebration right now.
The Kingdom of Sardinia had committed no more than 170,000 troops to the Venetian battlefield. Three divisions had been directly crippled at Trento, and now another three divisions had been sent there. There was no longer any suspense in the Battle