Sorrentino delivered another impassioned speech, followed by several other leaders who took the stage to rally morale.
A little after six in the evening, as Sorrentino declared the meeting adjourned, everyone rose to their feet shouting various slogans.
Charles looked at Josiah in surprise. "That's it?"
"Yes. The great revolution has been decided. I can't wait to see the sunrise the day after tomorrow."
"Wait." Charles pointed at the map of Rome on the wall. "What about the detailed operational plan?"
"Operational plan? Didn't Mr. Sorrentino say it? We'll rise up simultaneously at twelve locations."
Charles froze for a moment, then asked, "Where will the insurgents set out from, and in which directions will they advance? If they encounter resistance, how will they support one another? What are the objectives for the first day? How will logistics be secured? If the situation goes poorly, along which routes will they retreat..."
Josiah's eyes widened. "Who could possibly know what will happen the day after tomorrow, especially such detailed matters? With revolutionary fervor that will destroy everything, we'll defeat every enemy standing in our way!"
Charles frowned. "So you don't have an operation plan at all?"
"We do. Twelve locations..."
Charles cut her off before she could finish. "Do you know how many men the Papal Guard and Noble Guard have, how many cannon they possess, and from where they'll intercept the insurgents?" "No. But we aren't afraid of them at all!"
Charles strode swiftly to the map, his finger tracing from Castel Sant'Angelo toward the streets to the east. "If three hundred Papal Guards arrive here while the insurgents are assembling, split half their men off to block the other end of the street, then fire volleys in line formation, even a thousand insurgents armed with fine weapons won't be able