Of course, that was also because steamships themselves possessed exceptional speed.
Had they been ordinary sailing ships, the voyage would have taken at least ten days. Dimoubin could only have surrendered with bitter resentment.
Joseph had originally established the Eastern Mediterranean Trading Company merely to promote Franco-Ottoman trade and draw in the Ottoman Empire. He had never expected it to bring the unexpected benefit of high-speed logistical support as well.
At the harbor, excited French Army soldiers tossed Troc and the other captains into the air, endlessly shouting their names.
At that moment, the captains suddenly felt that even without the hefty interest, this risk had been worth taking.
As large quantities of flour were carried into the warehouse, Dimoubin felt his back straighten.
There were still twenty-two days left of the Crown Prince's two-month assignment for him to hold Genoa. These shiploads of supplies were enough to last until then.
At noon the next day, he even agreed to Augereau's request to launch a counterattack on the East Line.
The well-fed soldiers were indeed in soaring spirits. In half a day, they pushed Argentau's encirclement back a full kilometer.
Some rejoiced while others grieved.
The Austrian Army soon received the message sent by its spy in Genoa as well, and the entire headquarters was as though mourning their parents.
Melas's face turned livid as he kept muttering, "Those useless fools in the navy, idiots..."
After a long while, Argento glanced at the Commander-in-Chief and cautiously said, "General, given the current situation, perhaps we should consider abandoning Genoa."
"Abandon it?" Melas raised his head, then suddenly laughed. "Yes, of course. But now it is no longer as simple as us abandoning Genoa."
Argento frowned, but immediately understood.
As Napoleon steadily consolidated his control over Lombardy, they would soon lose all