The battle was completely one-sided.
The Austrian Army's rear guard crashed into and threw the central force into chaos, while the flanks suffered heavy blows. From beginning to end, the soldiers ran about in all directions before dropping to their knees and surrendering.
The gunfire gradually died down in less than three hours.
Moreau rode past thickets thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, watching soldiers escort batch after batch of prisoners toward an open space to the west.
He frowned and asked the staff officer beside him, "How many enemy prisoners did we take?"
The latter hurriedly opened the documents in his hand and began calculating.
Moreau sighed helplessly. "A rough number will do."
"Uh, probably close to ten thousand," the staff officer said. "Only one Hussar regiment escaped. The prisoners from the Vaulters haven't been escorted over yet."
Moreau nodded. "Take only the officers. Confiscate the ordinary soldiers' weapons and release them on the spot."
He knew very well that the Allied Forces' main strength could arrive at any moment. His own soldiers had marched a long distance and were now near the limits of their endurance. Once the enemy entangled them, getting away would be difficult.
If these Austrian soldiers scattered throughout Thuringia and Saxony, they would not be able to regroup for months.
An hour later, Moreau Legion set off southeastward with more than three hundred Austrian officers.
Ney urged his horse forward to catch up with Moreau and asked quietly, "Are we going to Pegnitz to rest? Oh, it's too close to the enemy. We should head straight for Sulzbach instead."
Moreau shook his head. "Then we'll lose our ability to support Victor."
Victor Corps carried limited logistical supplies. After pushing north of Würmser, they would have difficulty obtaining resupply, and the main force