Vittorio Emanuele III naturally had no objection to continuing the recruitment drive. Only with a sufficient army could they drive out the French and revive the Kingdom of Sardinia.
After struggling for so many years, they had finally glimpsed the dawn. No matter what, they could not give up now. To secure final victory, paying a small price was entirely worthwhile.
Besides, they were not fighting for nothing. The Vienna Government had long promised that every participating nation would share the spoils according to its contribution in the war.
Thanks to the prestige Franz had built up over so many years, everyone had great faith in that promise.
The French had a vast estate and deep pockets. If even a little leaked out from between their fingers, it would be enough to fill the Kingdom of Sardinia's belly. The only prerequisite was that they had to produce achievements worthy of display.
With the boss taking that stance, there was even less need to mention those below. Finishing the war quickly and dividing the fruit was the only true path; everything else was merely branches and leaves.
To drive out the French as quickly as possible, everyone was naturally exceptionally enthusiastic about recruitment.
As for the promises made during recruitment, nobody cared even less. After all, back when they had called on the people to rise up and drive out the French, the terms they had promised had been even more generous.
Whether those promises could be fulfilled—who knew if they had failed to consider it, deliberately avoided thinking about it, or had never intended to honor them in the first place.
None of that mattered. A gift deserved a return. Seeing the Italians cooperate so readily, Morkes naturally reciprocated; aside from supreme command, all remaining authority was delegated.
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