Chapter 619

The curtain of dawn slowly rose. Blood dyed the ground red, and the red lanterns that rose from the east complemented each other. The air was still filled with the thick smell of blood, as if telling of the tragedy of the previous night.

The war had come to an end. Groups of Austrian soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield. From time to time, a group of captives would be escorted by, proving who was the real winner of the war.

Greggy ordered, "Dispose of the enemy's bodies as soon as possible. We don't have that many priests to send them off!"

The summer of 1848 came very early. It was only May, but the temperature had already risen to 32 degrees Celsius. In order to prevent a plague, the corpses could only be burned.

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The raging fire began to burn. A group of priests walked out from among the captives to participate in the farewell ceremony. Greggy did not stop them.

Religion was a topic that could not be avoided in Europe. Giving the dead the most basic respect was a basic moral that nobles should have.

While sending off the enemies, the Austrian army also sent off their comrades. Seeing the familiar young men buried in the soil, Greggy's good mood fell.

The battle last night had gone very smoothly. Even so, the Austrian army still paid a heavy price.

Nearly a regiment of soldiers had been wiped out. Of the more than 800 people who participated in the assault, less than half survived, including a hundred who were wounded.

The casualties were heavy, but the results were also shocking. More than 3,000 enemies were killed, more than 7,000 were captured, and a lot of resources were seized. It was the biggest victory since the war broke out.

With the victory of the Battle of Trento, the situation on the battlefield in Venice had also changed dramatically. The Sardinian army's lack of combat power was revealed.

The Austrian army was greatly encouraged. Many generals were rubbing their fists, looking for an opportunity to go all out.

Trento was an important part of the war in Venice, so Marshal Bartolio had deployed a large number of troops. Other places would not be so lucky. Even if they had the advantage in numbers, it would not be several times.

The Battle of Trento became the turning point of the Austrian war. After the battle, the offensive and defensive situation reversed, and the Austrian army launched a counterattack.

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In the command center of the Sardinian army, Major General Mantua reported, "Marshal, the current situation is very disadvantageous for us. The Papal State's army is retreating and has already left the battlefield. It seems like they are preparing to withdraw from this war.

After the Tuscans suffered a crushing defeat a few days ago, they went into a state of ostrich. They are now stationed in Brescia, which is 50 kilometers away from the battlefield.

Even if we want to fight the enemy, we still have to travel for two days. We are fighting alone now. "

Marshal Bartolio frowned. A fake was a fake was a fake was a fake. His military accomplishments were not enough to command so many troops.

It was not only him, but the entire Sardinian army did not have a general who could command so many troops.

It couldn't be helped. Famous generals were forged on the battlefield. The Kingdom of Sardinia only had 20,000 to 30,000 regular troops, and the highest-ranking officer was only at the level of division commander.

He was suddenly promoted to the position of commander of a group army, and he had to command an army that was twenty times his original size. Anyone would need some time to adapt.

At present, Marshal Bartolio was still adapting. Ever since the battle of Venice began, there had been various degrees of chaos in the Kingdom of Sardinia's army, causing him to be exhausted.

Rubbing his forehead, Marshal Bartolio said, "Don't worry about the Papal State's army for now. Now that something has happened to the Papal State, they can't care about this war.

The Tuscans were only left with a single regiment, which was dispensable in this war.

If it is not for political reasons, I don't mind asking them to leave immediately, lest they waste food! "

Obviously, Marshal Bartolio held a deep grudge against these two allies who did not listen to his command. He had completely lost confidence in them.

"Marshal, Marshal, something bad has happened!" the guard said agitatedly.

Bartolio glared in the direction of the voice. Deep in his heart, he had already sentenced the panicking guard to death. He was already thinking about where he should throw this ignorant bastard to eat dirt.

"Speak slowly, the sky hasn't fallen yet!"

The guard tried his best to calm down and said, "Marshal, there's news from the frontlines. Our troops besieging Trento were ambushed by the enemy last night and have suffered heavy losses. General Messi is retreating to Bergamo!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Marshal Bartolio threw the baton in his hand, hitting the unlucky guard's forehead.

Before the guard could react, Marshal Bartolio had already rushed over and grabbed him by the collar. He asked murderously, "How is this possible? Are you sure you didn't lie?"

At this moment, the guard was so scared that he almost peed his pants. He finally knew why the good job of reporting to the marshal had fallen to him.

The guard said nervously, "Marshal, these are all battle reports from the frontlines. We have already sent people to verify them, and they are absolutely accurate!"

Hearing this answer, Marshal Bartolio was even more furious. He pushed the guard to the ground with a palm and looked at him with a murderous gaze. He said fiercely, "Why didn't you report in advance?"

The guard lay on the ground dumbly, not knowing what to do. Report in advance? If it's not true, and the losses are uncertain, why did I come here to report?

Could it be that the frontlines were defeated and the army suffered heavy losses? The exact number of casualties was between zero to thirty thousand?

Looking at the murderous Marshal Bartolio, everyone tacitly chose to watch from the sidelines. Even they wanted to know what happened at the frontlines and why General Messi was defeated.

After venting his anger, Marshal Bartolio slowly calmed down. He suppressed his emotions and continued, "Trash, get up! Hurry up and get up!"

Two young officers with sharp eyes and quick hands hurriedly helped the bewildered guard up.

"Tell me, what happened at the frontlines? Could it be that idiot Messi couldn't even defeat one regiment with three divisions? "Bartolio asked.

The infantry division of the Kingdom of Sardinia's army wasn't big. Even after the expansion, it still had between eight to twelve thousand men.

No matter how small it was, it was still an absolute advantage against an Austrian regiment with more than two thousand men. There was no way they could turn the tables.

The guard said fearfully, "Marshal, we've been tricked. The enemy has more than one regiment in Trento. Preliminary estimates say that there are at least five infantry divisions. That's why we lost! "

Without a doubt, this was a false report of military intelligence. General Messi wouldn't dare to say that the enemy only had three regiments. That would mean that he would have to be court-martialed.