Augereau stared through his Telescope at the Austrian Army camp, which had dissolved into utter chaos, and a sense of unreality rose within him.
The Austrians had clearly held the advantage all along and kept taking the initiative to attack. How had they suddenly become so vulnerable after receiving reinforcements?
Puzzling as it was, he issued his attack orders without the slightest delay, one after another:
"Have Lieutenant Colonel Marmont push the cannon forward five hundred paces. Don't worry—there's no enemy capable of threatening him now.
"Have the 7th Battalion and 8th Battalion ignore the prisoners and keep pressing forward. Don't give the enemy time to reform their ranks.
"Where is my cavalry? Have them charge the northern position immediately, before the Austrians have their cannon ready..."
The Infantry Line formed by nearly seven thousand French Army soldiers swiftly crossed the Austrian Army's outermost defensive line. Supported by cannon fire, they advanced to the edge of Bajachaza's camp in less than an hour.
This threw the already chaotic Austrian Army camp into even greater disorder.
After repeatedly trying and failing to get Würmser to take his men out of the camp, Bajachaza could only helplessly order a retreat—the latter's soldiers had eyes only for food and could no longer even form up properly. With them remaining in the camp, Bajachaza could accomplish nothing.
However, when French shells began falling into Bajachaza's camp, those soldiers who had come from Mantua Fortress immediately came to their senses.
Yet rather than organizing resistance, they fled in the opposite direction without the slightest hesitation.
Well, they had barely filled their bellies just now. At least they had strength in their legs when they ran this time.
Bajachaza's reserve force, left behind to cover the retreat, had not even finished assembling before it was instantly