Inside the Bavarian Army headquarters, Dernberg saw through his telescope that the French Army, which had been fleeing in rout until moments ago, suddenly turned around and lunged at his right flank like starving wolves. His face darkened at once.
He forced himself to calm down. He still held the advantage in troop numbers. As long as he stabilized the formation and kept it from falling into disorder, he still had a chance to defeat the French.
He rapidly issued a string of orders, commanding the protruding units to pull back at once, the Central Route Army to move up in support, and the reserve force to reinforce the right flank, which had begun to descend into chaos.
As for the cavalry... he could only pretend they did not exist.
Yet Dernberg had overlooked one thing: although Moreau usually looked like an aristocratic fop, he was by no means an officer who relied solely on petty cleverness to wage war.
On the contrary, Moreau knew he had never attended a military academy, so he had spent several times more effort than others cramming military theory. Coupled with his astonishing military talent, his ability to command positional warfare ranked among the top three in Europe!
In a head-on clash, once he gained even the slightest advantage, his opponent would almost never have a chance to turn the tables.
The moment the Bavarian Army made its move, Moreau understood Dernberg's intentions and immediately made corresponding adjustments.
After Ney's main legion cut into the enemy's right flank, it no longer carried out an encircling counterattack. Instead, it deployed along their side and rear, launching an assault on the Bavarian reserve force that had rushed over to save the situation.
The French Royal Second Artillery Battalion began bombarding the junction between the enemy's Central