Chapter 562

Late at night, there were wails in the Sardinian camp.

Lying about military intelligence was punishable by military law. Since he said that there would be heavy losses, there had to be losses.

A man must be ruthless, and a merciful army must not be in charge. To be able to climb to this position, Major General Will was naturally not a soft-hearted person.

In order to answer to his superiors, Major General Will had to step up the attack in the afternoon.

The veterans of the Kingdom of Sardinia were still very brave. Their sense of belonging to the country was much stronger than the Lombards. The battle in the afternoon was much more tragic.

After counting the casualties, Major General Will waved his hand and added all the losses to the battle in the morning. More than 300 people died and more than 800 were injured. It could barely be considered heavy casualties.

The senior officers of the Second Division, led by Major General Will, could be explained, but the morale of the troops was also extremely low.

Without comparison, there would be no harm. The Italians were good at learning, especially the old foxes in the army. They quickly learned the advanced experience of their companions.

With more people, there was no need to think about keeping it a secret. The Battlefield Survival Handbook spread rapidly among the Sardinian army.

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was too commercial, these soldiers quickly and happily accepted the battlefield survival handbook.

Even the strange theory that Franz had come up with was widely accepted. No one knew when it started, but there was a voice in the Sardinian army — don't work for the capitalists.

Italy had been divided for so long that ordinary people had forgotten that they were Italians. Instead, they were replaced by Sardinians, Genoese, and Lombards …

What good would unification do them? It seemed that the capitalists were the ones who benefited the most. The united Italy gave them a bigger market to exploit, while they, the soldiers who sacrificed their lives to fight for the unification, got nothing!

The nationalism of the Kingdom of Sardinia was awakened, and the same messy ideas were produced. The Italians were good at thinking, and when they thought too much, they began to plan for themselves.

Unknowingly, the Sardinian army had undergone a transformation, and their bravery and fighting skills began to leave them.

This was also an Italian tradition, commonly known as "three minutes of enthusiasm." Once they saw blood and sacrifice, their passion was extinguished. The Battlefield Survival Handbook only gave them a reason to convince themselves.

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At the headquarters of the Sardinian army in Venice, Marshal Bartolio still did not know that his army was undergoing a magnificent transformation. He was now having a headache over the request for help from the Tuscans.

He was still very impressed with the active performance of the Tuscan army. The war against Austria needed such activists as cannon fodder.

"Battle report from the frontline, the Tuscan army was attacked by the Austrian main force and asked for help from us. What do you think we should do?"

A middle-aged officer frowned and said, "Marshal, the Tuscans are about 30 kilometers away from us. Including the time taken to deliver the letter, the battle should have happened half a day ago.

If we send our troops immediately, it will take at least a day to arrive at the battlefield. Regardless of whether they can catch up or not, if they break our military deployment, it won't be easy to fight the next battle! "

Obviously, he was not going to help the Tuscans.

Allies were meant to be.

Besides, when did Sardinia and Tuscany become true allies?

As long as the Kingdom of Sardinia wanted to unify the Italian region, they would have to fight the Grand Duchy of Tuscany sooner or later. Wouldn't asking for help at this time be akin to aiding the enemy?

"If we don't send troops to help the Tuscans, it will cause serious diplomatic problems. The Papal State and Naples will feel sorry for them. We will be fighting alone!" If we don't send troops to rescue the Tuscans, it will cause a very serious diplomatic problem. The Papal State and Naples will also feel sorry for the loss of the rabbit. We will have to fight this war alone! "Another middle-aged officer objected.

"Cansandos, this war is our home ground. We can't rely on our allies.

The Kingdom of Naples had indeed sent out 40,000 soldiers, but where were they? Was there even a regiment in the vanguard they sent?

"The Tuscans are very active, but we all know that their commander is an arrogant fool. He doesn't have any military knowledge.

Apart from causing trouble, what else could he expect from such useless teammates?

"Also, the Papal State's division. Everyone knows that they only have 7,000 soldiers. They have been dawdling along the way. How can they have the intention to fight?" Jackson's middle-aged officer objected.

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Marshal Badolio nodded. They couldn't count on their allies. Austria had too much influence in the Italian Federation. Even if they used public opinion to force the other countries to send troops, they wouldn't do anything.

Now that the Regions of Italy had changed, the conservatives in the Papal State and Naples were trying to restore power. Their allies might back out at any time.

"What you said makes sense. How about this? Tell the Tuscans to wait for reinforcements. We will send reinforcements as soon as possible!"

Without a doubt, Marshal Badolio was betraying his allies. Send reinforcements as soon as possible. When would that be?

If they really wanted to help the Tuscans, they should be sending reinforcements now instead of wasting time here.

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At the frontline, Tuscan's commander, General Maherder, was no longer as high-spirited as he was in the past. He was carrying out a 'strategic shift' with his soldiers.

They couldn't fight this war anymore. The Tuscan army wasn't strong to begin with, and the enemy was twice their size. After fighting for a few hours, they collapsed.

Maherder brought a portion of the defeated soldiers and ran away without looking back. It was fine if they lost the war. It wasn't embarrassing to lose to the Austrians. He didn't want to be a captive.

As a thorn in the King's side, if he fell into the hands of the Austrians, they might make a deal and kill him. Maherder didn't dare to test the King's integrity.

"General Maherder, Marshal Badolio told us to wait for reinforcements. They will send reinforcements as soon as possible!" a young officer said in surprise.

"Did the Sardinian army send reinforcements immediately after receiving the request for reinforcements?" Maherder asked with concern.

"No, they held a military meeting for an hour and said to send reinforcements as soon as possible. They should have already set off by now, right?" the young officer said uncertainly.

Maherder's expression changed drastically. He quickly reacted and ordered, "Order the troops to move faster. Our allies are about to arrive. Everyone, go to the front and meet up with them!"

Allies? What allies? Such a perfunctory reply could fool these youths, but it wouldn't work on an old fox like Maherder.

Speed was the most important thing in war. Saving people was like putting out a fire. How could there be a slow discussion?

Since there weren't any allies coming, they had to run faster. It was necessary to boost their morale.