Magical Potion
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At this point, the Anti-French Coalition's main forces consisted of 270,000 Austrian Army troops, 13,000 English Army troops, nearly 30,000 Russian Army troops, 10,000 Saxon Army troops, 4,000 Swiss Army troops, and a combined 5,000 troops from other small German states.
Their total strength was just over 330,000.
On the French side, there were currently nearly 370,000 French Army troops, 30,000 troops from the North Italian States, and 7,000 Spanish Army troops.
In addition, there were more than 70,000 newly "surrendered" Prussian Army troops.
Their total strength had reached 470,000!
At present, whether in troop quality or soldier numbers, France held an overwhelming advantage over the Allied Forces.
The entire European Continent's battlefield situation had been completely turned around!
As the two spoke, Berthier rode up from behind, reined in his horse, and bowed slightly to Joseph.
"Your Highness, the Tenth Army Corps officially departed Paris this morning.
"General Oudinot has arrived in Strasbourg with the prisoners... ah, the Prussian Corps, and is preparing to cross the river tomorrow."
After achieving a great victory at Basel, Oudinot had already been promoted to major general.
The Chief of Staff took out another battle report that had just arrived.
"At present, the Allied Forces' main army is moving westward through Nuremberg. It appears they are preparing to continue their attack on Karlsruhe."
Charles pondered seriously beside them.
"Should we withdraw a little first, to strengthen the enemy's confidence?"
Massena smiled and shook his head.
"Your Highness, an army numbering several hundred thousand is very difficult to hide from