Alvinzi could not help but feel a chill of lingering fear.
Fortunately, his orders had not yet been delivered. Otherwise, just as Kostanovich was about to launch an attack, a sudden strike from behind would have ruined everything completely.
But he quickly forced himself to calm down.
The reason his army had marched so slowly all the way here was to keep its formations orderly.
In other words, even if the right wing was ambushed, the other units could respond swiftly. The situation would not spiral beyond control.
Alvinzi immediately turned to the map and asked the staff officer beside him:
"Which corps is closest to Kostanovich?"
The latter took out his notes and flipped through them. "General Zweig's Galicia Corps, Marshal."
Alvinzi nodded and instructed the Orderly Officer, "Zweig has only a little over seven thousand men. That may not be enough. Have the Berlad Cavalry Battalion cooperate with him and reinforce the right wing.
"Tell him not to rush into a decisive battle with the French Army. We have the advantage in numbers. Use positional warfare to wear down the enemy as much as possible."
"Yes, Marshal!"
The Orderly Officer turned and left. Then Alvinzi's attendant brought a man dressed in plain clothes before him.
The man, dressed like a lumberjack, saluted the Commander-in-Chief. He pulled a slip of paper from the gap in his collar and handed it to the attendant.
"Marshal, General Bajachaza encountered the French Army at the Avio River this morning.
"The enemy has more than fifteen thousand men. The general is currently relying on the terrain to hold them back. He requests that you send reinforcements as quickly as possible."
Alvinzi immediately frowned.
The French had actually launched surprise attacks on both his left and right wings at once.
Fortunately, Bajachaza had responded