East of Vilsbiburg, French Army headquarters.
"Brother, Duke of Brunswick won a great victory at Vilshofen this morning!"
Dressed in a cavalry "Rib Buckle" Military Uniform with Sergeant's insignia on his shoulders, Charles waved a battle report and burst excitedly into Joseph's office. But the youth immediately came to attention and saluted upon seeing his elder brother before continuing, "They say they wiped out two Hungarian Infantry regiments and have now taken control of Vilshofen's north bank."
"They performed very well." Joseph smiled at his younger brother. "Thank you for bringing me the latest news. Would you like a cup of tea?" "Oh, no need." Charles gathered his thoughts before saying, "Brother, everyone is eager to have a go. I mean the soldiers of the First Army Corps."
He leaned closer. "You cannot give all the opportunities for military glory to the Prussians and Bavarians... Perhaps you could send General Davout to show them how true French soldiers fought."
Recently, all assaults on the Passau defensive line had been left to the armies of the German States. News that the Franco-Polish Allied Forces had penetrated deep into Austria had already reached Passau, bringing Allied Forces morale to the brink of collapse. They had been steadily falling back even against the Württemberg Army.
Joseph smiled. "Even if I agreed, you could not go with them."
Charles was currently attached to the forces under Davout's command.
Having had his little scheme seen through, Charles was immediately embarrassed. In a low voice, he said, "But when we return to Versailles Palace, I cannot tell people that I never went to the front even once..."
Joseph motioned for his brother to sit. "In fact, the fighting at Passau no longer has any meaning.
"I can guarantee that Würmser is waiting every day for Vienna's