I'm going to lead my army to intercept him.
But once the enemy army in the direction of Genoa was a feint attack, Prince Vittorio fell into the trap of diverting the tiger away from the mountain, and the main force of the Corsican army stationed in Valdolidore could swagger across Liguria and attack Turin directly.
As for the proposal to divide the troops to defend both sides, it was quickly vetoed by Prince Vittorio. If the main force of the Corsican army really has more than five regiments, then the Sardinian army after the division will face the main enemy force.
It is entirely possible to fall into disadvantage.
Seeing that everyone was silent, a lieutenant colonel officer suggested with a difficult expression:
"Your Highness, from the perspective of probability, the enemy army in Genoa is more likely to be its main force. Since they can completely defeat the Republican Guard in Genoa, it is unlikely that they are a feint attack force. The Corsicans must
It is to bypass Genoa and enter the Po Valley."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately objected:
"Genoa's army is already extremely weak, and the Corsican people made a sudden surprise attack, so it is entirely possible to defeat more with less."
Prince Vittorio listened silently, his expression uncertain.
He indeed believed that the enemy troops in the direction of Genoa were more likely to be the main force of the Corsican army, but Prince Vittorio, who was suspicious by nature, felt that something was not right.
If the purpose of the Corsican Army is to march north through Genoa quickly and covertly, then they should pay attention to directly engaging the Republican Guard, instead of engaging in a head-on battle with the Republican Guard and entering the Doge's Palace with great fanfare, and even forcing
Genoa's top brass signed a peace treaty.
Such an arrogant posture simply told everyone, including Prince Vittorio, that the Corsican army was launching an attack on the Kingdom of Sardinia through Genoa.
Even Laurence Bonaparte personally led the Corsican army on the Genoese side.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Put yourself in someone else's shoes, if Prince Vittorio, as the commander of the Corsican army, wants to confuse the Sardinian army, he will definitely sit in Valdolidore himself.
Feint to attack the troops and let their men lead the main force to quickly bypass Genoa and launch an attack.
Prince Vittorio did not believe that Prime Minister Bonaparte, who had become famous at a young age, would not think of this, but Lawrence Bonaparte still showed up at the Governor's Palace in Genoa. This abnormal behavior immediately made Prince Vittorio suspicious.
:
"Could it be that Valdore Dore's Corsican army is the main force? Laurence Bonaparte's publicity in Genoa was just to confuse me? It's suspicious, too suspicious..."
In fact, such contradictory psychology is also a true portrayal of the heart of every officer present.
In the face of such limited information, no one can make a 100% correct decision with certainty.
...
And just when everyone's decision-making was at a deadlock, a messenger suddenly walked into the tent:
"Your Highness, an envoy has arrived at our army camp. He claims to be an envoy from the Palace of Turin and has come to deliver a letter from His Majesty the King to you."
"A messenger sent by my father?"
Hearing this, the gloom on Prince Vittorio's face suddenly disappeared, and he hurriedly waved:
"Bring him in quickly!"
After a simple security check, a plain-looking royal envoy wearing a sheepskin cloak was brought to the prince.
Prince Vittorio frowned and looked at the dusty envoy in front of him, feeling a little weird. He couldn't remember when the Kingdom of Sardinia was so poor that it had to wear cheap sheepskin cloaks for royal envoys.
"Greetings to you, Your Highness."
The envoy simply exchanged greetings, and then said nothing. He only respectfully handed a gold-gilded envelope to Prince Vittorio's hand, and then said goodbye:
"Please understand that I have a heavy workload and have to convey His Majesty's orders to several towns in the south immediately. I cannot stay in His Highness's camp for a long time. Please forgive me."
Having said that, before Prince Vittorio could nod in agreement, the envoy left the main tent after bowing and walked out without looking back.
"Um...?"
Prince Vittorio still held the envelope in his hand, but his eyes were still staring at the envoy's back. He didn't come back to his senses until the envoy completely disappeared from sight, frowned and said to himself:
"It's really strange... His face just feels strange to me. I have never seen this person in the Turin Palace... His accent is also like Tuscany and Corsican dialect..."
Prince Vittorio, who was born in the Purple House, knew very well that those who could serve as envoys in the Turin Palace were, without exception, native nobles from Savoy with pure blood. How could their accents have a southern accent?
With such doubts, Prince Vittorio tore open the envelope and read it in front of all the officers.
The content of the letter is very brief:
"My son, how is everything in the military camp? I have received news that the main force of the Corsicans has marched from the direction of Genoa towards Turin. I hope that after receiving this letter, you will immediately lead the army eastward, in the Po River Valley.
Intercept the Corsican Army."
Finally, there is the signature and seal of King Carlo Emanuele III.
After learning the content of this letter, the faces of the officers in the main tent suddenly became much more relaxed. Unexpectedly, His Majesty the King had already received the news and made a decision directly. This saved the hesitant officers like them.
A big trouble.
"As expected of Your Majesty, you are truly wise and powerful."
"Well, although I don't know how His Majesty judged that the direction of Genoa is the enemy's main attack direction, I still obey the order."
"Finally I can fight to the death with the damn Corsicans."
"Your Highness, let's prepare to march immediately. There is no more time to waste."
...
Seeing His Majesty the King's order being issued, the officers were finally no longer as nervous and depressed as before. Now they only need to execute the order, and all consequences will be borne by His Majesty the King himself.
However, just as everyone was looking at Prince Vittorio expectantly, waiting for his order.
Prince Vittorio suddenly sneered, held up the gorgeous white letter in front of him, and then tore it into shreds without hesitation.
"Your Highness! What are you doing!"
All the officers were completely shocked.
Even if Prince Vittorio is the undisputed king in the future, at this moment, he cannot do such a treasonous act as tearing up His Majesty's decree.
Prince Vittorio just glanced at the debris on the ground with a sneer and said in a deep voice:
"I felt something was wrong when the envoy came in. After seeing the letter with my own eyes, I was even more convinced that it was not a royal envoy at all. It must be a spy sent by the Corsican people. The handwriting of this letter
It's not my father's at all, it doesn't look the same at all, even the seal is an extremely poor forgery, I can see at least five mistakes at a glance!"
An officer carefully looked down at the piece of paper with the seal, and suddenly felt that the seal pattern on it was slightly different from the seal of His Majesty the King that he often saw.
"Is this letter a forgery?! Then that person just now was...!"
The officers looked at each other and immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Guards! Guards! Capture that so-called envoy just now!"
Prince Vittorio called out to his personal guards, but soon a guard walked into the tent, knelt down on one knee and said:
"I'm extremely sorry, Your Highness! The man who just walked out of your military tent left the military camp directly and fled south on a fast horse!"
"Humph, that's all, there's no need to send people to chase him."
Prince Vittorio smiled ferociously, looking at the pile of debris on the ground, already feeling like he had a chance to win, and couldn't help laughing loudly:
"Hahahahaha!"
"Why...why is Your Highness laughing?" the staff adjutant asked cautiously.
"I laugh at Laurence Bonaparte's scheme, which is nothing more than this."
Prince Vittorio clenched his fists and said with joy:
"Stupid Corsicans, if they didn't play this dirty trick with me, I would really be a little hesitant, but now, their actions show that the Corsicans desperately want us to leave Vadoli
Dore!"
After hearing this, the expressions of the officers immediately changed from shock to ecstasy.
That's right, the Corsicans sent this spy to deliver a message, trying to move Prince Vittorio's army to the east. Doesn't this prove that the army stationed in Valdolidore at this moment is actually the main force of the Corsican army?
!
"Give me the order!"
Prince Vittorio looked majestic, waved his hand, and confidently ordered:
"The whole army will continue to guard this place and block the Corsicans in Valdolidore. No matter what the outside world hears or what the enemy does, our army will remain stationary. Anyone who disobeys the order will be dealt with according to the military law in wartime!"
"Your Highness is wise!"
To be continued...