Lefebvre hurriedly urged, "Your Highness, if we are held up near Brussels, even for just half a month, Austrian and Prussian reinforcements will arrive. England has even recently landed 20,000 troops in Utrecht."
Utrecht was a province in central Netherlands, only 140 kilometers from Brussels.
At the same time, Geldern, as Prussia's major stronghold on the West Bank of the Rhine, had seventy or eighty thousand troops stationed there. It was only a little over 170 kilometers from there to Brussels. Even farther away were more armies of the Anti-French Alliance.
If Brussels came under attack by the French Army, the Allied Forces might deploy vast numbers of troops to encircle and wipe out France's Southern Netherlands Army Group.
When that happened, the more than twenty thousand men here definitely would not be able to hold them off.
Therefore, forming a standoff with the enemy between Brussels and Wavre was what best accorded with the strategic deployment originally settled by the General Staff Headquarters.
Joseph nodded. "You are quite right. But have you considered where the English Army in Utrecht would go if they did not reinforce Brussels?"
"Er... Geldern, I suppose," Lefebvre said.
"Yes, but in that case, General Berthier will face even more enemy troops."
Lefebvre's eyes suddenly lit up. "I understand, Your Highness. The Rhine Legion should launch the attack first. That way, they can pin down the enemy and prevent them from reinforcing Brussels."
Joseph shook his head. "No, quite the opposite. Brussels is the side meant to pin down the enemy.
"We must create an opportunity for General Berthier, allowing him to push the front line onto the West Bank of the Rhine. Only then can our army gain the greatest strategic advantage."
Lefebvre still tried his utmost to dissuade him. "Your Highness, if the