No wonder Napoleon had such sentiments. The finest troops he had previously commanded had been the Lyon Legion, and even they had not counted among the best in the old army.
There had even been several thousand recruits with less than half a year of training.
Even so, he had swept across more than half of Northern Italy.
Now that he held the Royal Third Infantry Division in his hand, he was like a tiger among sheep—he could fight wherever he pleased and win wherever he struck.
By the time he finished his cup of coffee, Kostanovich's command flag in the distance had already fallen.
On the Austrian Army's right flank, which had been attacked first, swathes of soldiers began kneeling and begging to surrender.
Napoleon checked his pocket watch and said to the staff officer:
"You see, I told Mr. Augereau that half a day at most would be enough. Hmm, in fact, we used only a little over five hours.
"By the way, has any new word come from Victor?"
"Not yet, General. But judging by the timing, Lieutenant Colonel Victor should have retreated to Idro by now."
Napoleon nodded. "Order the men to rest at Limone for half a day. Tomorrow morning, we'll teach Würmser a lesson. Oh, get in touch with the Marmont Legion and see where they are now.
"Also, have the cavalry tightly seal off the roads to the south."
"Yes, General."
Napoleon had great confidence in Victor. The latter commanded the Corsican Legion and the Lyon Legion. After nearly half a year of fighting in Italy, those units had gained ample combat experience; holding off the Austrians for a day or two would not be a problem.
Moreover, he had already had defensive lines set up at Idro in advance.
Besides, the Marmont