War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

Close combat is not the strong point of artillery, and those French artillerymen have been stunned by the previous firepower coverage, and now they only want to escape.

The French artillery was defeated, and the situation on the battlefield was reversed instantly. The Po River Guard, which had gained firepower advantage, launched an almost one-sided massacre against the French infantry.

The members of the Po River Guard kept sending rockets to the launcher, and the rockets with long tail flames kept falling into the French army's ranks, and the soldiers fell in groups.

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This time, even if there were officers and supervisors standing behind them, those infantrymen couldn't help wanting to escape.

At this time, Cavaignac understood why those guys went to the front line to set up rockets despite such huge casualties. It turned out that they wanted to destroy their own firepower advantage.

"Listen, our troops are three times the Austrians! Charge and crush them!"

The messenger immediately sent out a flag signal, and the French frontline commander who received the order did not hesitate at all. They knew that this was the wisest decision at this time.

The gap in troops is not so easy to make up, and the closer the distance, the harder it is for the opponent to play the advantage in firepower.

The French and Italians were fighting desperately, and the battlefield soon became a huge meat grinder that kept harvesting the lives of the soldiers.

The blood dyed the earth red, and the smoke covered the sky. Only the roar of guns and cannons, the roars and screams of the soldiers fighting echoed in the meantime.

Garibaldi stabbed a French soldier who rushed over with a bayonet, and took out a pistol from his waist and knocked down another French soldier who came out from the side.

But more French soldiers rushed up, more than a dozen. At this time, a rocket just landed on the front position, and the huge explosion and scattered shrapnel knocked all the nearby French soldiers to the ground.

Garibaldi was also blown away by the shock wave, but fortunately the bodies of the French soldiers in front of him blocked the flying shrapnel.

Garibaldi, who was knocked unconscious, saw a wheat-colored arm reaching out and grabbed it, saying half-jokingly.

"Silvia, you almost sent me to see God."

"Retreat, you have done your best. There are too many enemies."

"It's not over yet!"

Garibaldi roared.

"Look around, how many people do we have left now? If we continue to fight, we will all die here! I have retreated countless times before, and we have been able to come back every time.

Why do you want to fight them to the end this time?"

Silvia was also very angry. She didn't understand why Garibaldi wanted to fight this battle that was impossible to win.

After the fall of Turin, they could retreat to other cities. Even if there was no city to defend, they could fight guerrilla warfare here, which was at least much better than such a meaningless sacrifice.

"This is my motherland!"

The battle continued, but the advantage of firepower was not enough to offset the disadvantage of numbers. The French army had surrounded the Po River Guard in a fan shape and it was only a matter of time before they were annihilated.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Sardinia watched all this on the city wall with mixed feelings. The land here should be guarded by them, but now they have become bystanders.

It was even more humiliating for the French to force them to watch this battle. It was only a matter of time before the small unit was annihilated by the French.

Some people lowered their heads and remained silent, some prayed silently in their hearts, and some had tears in their eyes, because the so-called Po River Guard was not composed of Austrians at all.

"They are Italians! They are the last spirit of resistance in Italy! We can't let their blood flow in vain!

Long live Italy!"

After the president of the Turin Chamber of Commerce finished speaking, he rushed to the French officer on the side and hugged the latter and fell off the city wall together.

The Sardinians who saw this scene became emotional.

"Don't move! If you move again, we will shoot!"

At this time, a French officer's pistol went off.

"Fight them!"

The stimulated and inspired Italians rushed madly to the surrounding French troops and fought back with bricks, fists and feet, and even died with the other side.

The riots quickly spread to the whole city. Turin was ready for battle. It was the king's decree that made them lay down their weapons, but the resentment in their hearts and the pride engraved in their bones prompted them to pick up their weapons again.

On the other hand, Garibaldi's attack did attract the attention of the French army. The French army that had already entered the city had to go to reinforce, which gave Turin's soldiers and civilians an opportunity.

At this time, there were less than a thousand French troops in the entire city of Turin, and it was impossible to control the restless crowd.

Soon, Cavaignac's staff noticed the situation on the top of Turin.

"Marshal, the Sardinians seem to have rebelled again."

"These two-faced guys! Send out cavalry to suppress them quickly."

Cavaignac said, but the staff hesitated.

"Marshal, if we send cavalry to suppress the rebellion in Turin, what if the Austrians flee?"

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"These guys won't flee. If they wanted to run, they would have already run. They now have only two choices: surrender or die."

Cavaignac said very confidently. He had observed for a long time that the behavior of this Austrian army was very abnormal, so he was careless for a while, but it didn't matter. It was impossible for all Austrians to fight so hard.

Cavaignac thought his plan was perfect, but he misjudged the resilience of the enemy in front of him, and underestimated the Sardinian army in Turin.

Although Garibaldi rarely participated in the training of soldiers, he had a very high reputation among the soldiers, which came from his open-minded character and generosity, and even more from his natural leadership temperament.

There are many generous and open-minded officers, but no one can win the love of so many soldiers.

As the commander of the Po River Guard, Joseph the Lame enjoyed the treatment of a major general in the Austrian Empire, with an annual salary of 5,000 florins, but he distributed the money to the widows of his comrades.

In order to win over the commander of the Po River Guard, King Emmanuel II gave Joseph the Lame a palace.

But Garibaldi always rented a small wooden house in Genoa, and the palace was converted into the Invalides.

Even though they knew they were defeated, the soldiers were willing to follow the commander and fight to the last moment.

On the other hand, before Cavaignac's cavalry entered the city, the 1,000 French troops could no longer hold on. The militiamen on the top of the city turned their guns and began to fire in the direction of the French army.

Cavalry attacking the city was simply a fantasy, and the French cavalry had to retreat under the bombardment of the cannons.

Seeing the French army start to flee, the militiamen in Turin shouted excitedly.

"The French are running away! We won!"

At this time, someone suddenly shouted.

"No! We haven't won yet! There are still French troops outside the city! We still have to rescue our brothers! Charge! Kill all the French! Let them never dare to invade our land again!"

The defenders in the city shouted loudly after hearing this.

"Kill all the French!"

"Kill!"

The French army, which was originally on the offensive, was attacked from both sides, and the situation was reversed again.