Before one wave had settled, another rose.
Before the Vienna Government could finish dealing with the aftermath of sabotaging the canal, the Central European battlefield underwent another change.
After twenty-seven days of bitter fighting and nearly fifty thousand casualties, the French army finally tore through the German Confederation's painstakingly built Luxembourg Line, throwing open the gateway to the German lands.
There was skill to screwing over allies. Had it been earlier, Archduke Albrecht naturally would not have minded the French army galloping across the German lands. After all, Austria's reinforcements had still been far away and unable to reach them; no one could have said anything.
But not now. Austrian reinforcements had already reached the front, with the nearest troops less than thirty kilometers from the Luxembourg front. Watching their allies perish now would be impossible to justify.
Yet rescue would not be easy either. These troops had their own mission—the Belgians were waiting for them to save them.
Unlike the German Confederation, Belgium was truly a tiny country. By this point in the war, all able-bodied men across the nation had taken the field; it could be said that they had unleashed their entire potential for war.
There was no helping it. Geography was to blame. After the war broke out, the Kingdom of Belgium, the weakest power, had passively shouldered the heaviest combat burden in the Anti-French Alliance.
Austria was too far away, while the German Confederation had moved too slowly and failed to provide timely support. The Kingdom of Belgium could only grit its teeth and hold on, and it had now reached its limit.
Since Belgium had held out until now, Archduke Albrecht naturally could not watch them be wiped out. The moment the reinforcements arrived, he ordered them to support Belgium.
As for the Luxembourg