A Prussian officer immediately chimed in, "Then we can use our superior numbers to crush the Austrians in one stroke!"
Prince Hohenlohe had made ample preparations this time, deploying large numbers of defenders along the line from Liegnitz to Breslau, merely waiting for Archduke Karl to walk into his net.
Yet more than ten days passed. Apart from several thousand small Austrian Army units prowling near Liegnitz, the siege he had anticipated never came.
October arrived. Just as Prince Hohenlohe believed the Austrians had given up and was preparing to send a victory report to Pozztan, new intelligence finally arrived. After reading the report sent from Breslau, his face darkened until it seemed water might drip from it.
Over the weekend, the Austrians had occupied Earls Town east of Breslau Fortress. Using it as a base, they had launched a fierce assault on Glogau, the key stronghold in the middle reaches of the Oder River.
Glogau was a vital passage between Breslau and Prussia. If it fell to the Austrian Army, the entire Prussian Army in Silesia would lose its logistical supplies.
And Glogau had fewer than six thousand defenders at the moment.
Enraged, Prince Hohenlohe kicked over a chair beside him.
He had wasted nearly half a month at Liegnitz. Had he used that time to lead his army across the Sudetes Mountains, he might already have been at the gates of Prague.
That Ludwig was like a gambler. He had actually ignored Liegnitz altogether and shifted his main force to attack Glogau!
He drew several deep breaths, steadying his emotions before turning to the map.
He now had two choices.
The first was to abandon Liegnitz, cross the Sudetes Mountains, and risk a forcible assault into Austria's heartland. Then it would depend on whether Ludwig captured Pozztan first,