Everything Was as If It Had Been Agreed Upon

The two Austrian generals believed they had been cautious enough.

Behind them stood nearly sixty thousand Austrian-Sardinian Allied Forces, enough to sweep through southeastern France, yet they still followed Marshal Beaulieu's orders to the letter, conducting reconnaissance, forming ranks, and making all the necessary preparations.

There was nothing unusual.

All that remained was to launch the attack.

The meager defensive force the French had desperately assembled would be crushed within a day or two at most.

On high ground three kilometers northwest of Cagnes Town, Marquis Peche listened to the faint cannon fire drifting from afar and looked worriedly at Victor beside him. "Major Victor, the enemy's attack seems extremely fierce. Should we go provide reinforcements?"

Though Victor was somewhat nervous as well, he still shook his head. "No. The Commander ordered us to wait here, so we must not leave without authorization."

He was currently commanding two regiments, more than three thousand soldiers, yet he could only watch helplessly as the Lyon Legion's two regiments at Cagnes Town held back the attack of more than five thousand men from the Austrian Provella Legion.

A few minutes later, Marquis Peche, as the Regiment Commander of the Lyon Legion, could not help saying again, "Major Victor, at this rate, Cagnes Town may very well be breached."

Victor merely remained silent, looking in the direction from which the cannon fire came.

Lieutenant Colonel Napoleon had assured him that Lamadie would definitely be able to hold Cagnes.

Five kilometers northwest of Vence.

Joubert likewise gazed toward Vence, where smoke and flames rose in the distance, and said to Junot beside him, "Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte's deployment truly is very strange."

Junot, however, appeared completely relaxed. "There is no need for you to worry. He is the second most brilliant officer I have ever