Enemies Meet Again

Two officers who understood Italian burst into Kaim's tent, newspapers clutched in their hands. They had even forgotten to salute as they shouted angrily, "General, those damned reporters actually..."

"We absolutely cannot let this go! General, let's settle the score with the French!"

The words seemed to stab straight into General Kaim's brain, flooding his body with immense strength. Yes—if he could lead his men to surround those few thousand French troops and thoroughly humiliate them, tomorrow's newspaper headlines would surely be spectacular.

As for invading Modena—ha! Couldn't he come and go as he pleased in such a tiny country?

General Kaim abruptly rose to his feet. The words "assemble the army and attack" had just reached his lips when they suddenly stuck there.

He remembered the dolphin and fleur-de-lis on the French banners he had seen yesterday. That meant they were the French Royal Guard Legion.

He had fought in the Battle of Liegnitz and had personally witnessed how fewer than ten thousand French Royal Guard Legion soldiers had cut into a Prussian Army several times their number and pinned them firmly west of the Austrian Army's defensive line.

Of the thirty thousand troops under his command, only four thousand from the Royal German Legion were elite soldiers. The rest were the Bohemian Guard and the Hungarian Border Infantry Regiment. That was also why the sudden sound of cannon fire had thrown the Austrian Army into chaos—the latter two had been hastily gathered from nearby, and their combat quality was quite ordinary.

General Kaim slowly sat back down in his chair.

Setting aside the danger that his impulsiveness might trigger a war between France and Austria, even if he disregarded everything and went to settle accounts with the French, the likely result would be that he was humiliated once