Prince Heinrich said helplessly, "Your Majesty, the Allied General Staff Headquarters believes that if we disperse our forces to defend our southern regions, we will be unable to ensure an absolute advantage over France, so we can only..."
The young King of Prussia suddenly flushed crimson, waving his arms as he roared, "Forces? The Blücher Legion was surrounded in Glarus because it went to help the Austrians reclaim Italy!
"The British promised me they would rescue them, yet they only sent twenty thousand men to fob me off!"
A cold smile appeared on his face. "Ha, Picton was wiped out the moment he left Basel. And now they're scheming against my Guards!"
Prince Heinrich fell silent for quite some time. Only after the King had calmed down somewhat did he say softly, "Your Majesty, the French Army may indeed threaten Pozztan."
William III froze like a clockwork puppet that had run down. After a while, he nodded. "Yes. Order Marshal von Moltke to gather the troops."
Then he thrust out his chest. "Tell him I will go to Weimar with him."
Prince Heinrich said in surprise, "Your Majesty, there is no need for you to..."
Yet William III gripped the sword on the table with great resolve. "I will be like my grandfather and fight the enemy alongside every soldier. The King of Prussia should never merely sit in his palace! [Note 1]"
He knew very well that, after losing Blücher's more than sixty thousand soldiers, Prussia was in danger of falling into the ranks of Europe's Second-Rate Countries at any moment.
He had to achieve a brilliant victory on the battlefield, like Frederick the Great had done in those days, if he was to turn the tide for Prussia.
Moreover, he had always looked down on his father, who