The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Chapter 1336 Reversal
Close combat is not the artillery's strong point, and the French artillerymen have been stunned by the previous fire coverage and are now only thinking about escaping.

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

Members of the Po River Guard continued to send rockets to the launch pad. The rockets, dragging long tail flames, kept falling into the French army's ranks, and the soldiers fell down in large numbers.

This time, even with officers and supervisors standing behind them, the infantrymen couldn't help but want to escape.

Only then did Cavaignac understand why those guys had to go to the front line to set up rockets despite such heavy casualties. It turned out that they wanted to destroy their own firepower advantage.

"Listen, we have three times as many troops as the Austrians! Charge forward and crush them!"

The messenger immediately sent out a flag signal, and the French front-line commanders who received the order did not hesitate at all, as they understood that this was the wisest decision at the moment.

The gap in troop strength is not so easy to make up, and the closer the distance, the more difficult it is for the opponent to take advantage in firepower.

Both the French and Italians were fighting at full speed, and the battlefield soon turned into a huge meat grinder that constantly reaped the lives of the soldiers.

Blood dyed the earth red, smoke covered the sky, and only the roar of guns and the roars and screams of soldiers fighting echoed.

Garibaldi stabbed to death a French soldier who was charging at him head-on with his bayonet, and then took out his pistol from his waist and knocked down another French soldier who was charging from the side.

But more French soldiers rushed up, more than a dozen of them. At this time, a rocket 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 by the fall, saw a wheat-colored arm reaching out and grabbed it, saying half-jokingly.

"Sylvia, 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 you. How many of us are left? If we continue fighting, we will all die here! I have retreated countless times before, and we managed to come back every time.

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

Sylvia was also very angry. She didn't understand why Garibaldi wanted to fight a battle that he had no chance of winning.

If Turin fell, they could retreat to other cities. Even if there were no cities 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 in firepower was not enough to offset the disadvantage in 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 watching all this on the city wall had mixed feelings. They were supposed to be guarding the land here, but now they had become bystanders.

It was an even greater humiliation for the French to force them to watch the battle, and it was only a matter of time before that small force was annihilated by the French.

Some bowed their heads in silence, 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! The last spirit of resistance in our Italy! We cannot let their blood be shed in vain!

Long live Italy! "

After saying this, the president of the Turin Chamber of Commerce rushed to the French officer beside him and hugged him and fell off the city wall together.

The Sardinians who saw this scene became very emotional.

"Don't move! We'll shoot if you move again!"

A French officer's pistol went off at this moment. "Fight them!"

Stimulated and encouraged, the Italians madly rushed towards the surrounding French troops, fighting back with bricks, fists and feet, and even died together with the enemy.

The riots quickly spread to the entire city. The city of Turin was already prepared for battle, and it was the king's decree that made them lay down their arms. However, the resentment in their hearts and the pride engraved in their bones prompted them to take up arms again.

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

"Marshal, it seems the Sardinians have rebelled again."

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

Cavaignac said, but the staff officer hesitated.

"Marshal, if we send cavalry to suppress the rebellion in Turin, what if the Austrians in front of us escape?"

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

Cavaignac said with certainty that he had observed for a long time that the Austrian army's behavior was very abnormal, so he was careless for a moment, but it didn't matter because it was impossible for all Austrians to fight so desperately.

Cavaignac felt that his plan was perfect, but he underestimated the resilience of the enemy and underestimated the Sardinian army in Turin.

Although Garibaldi seldom participated in the training of soldiers, he enjoyed a very high reputation among them. This came from his open-minded character and generosity, and more importantly, from his natural leadership qualities.

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 and an annual salary of 5000 florins, but he distributed the money to the widows of his comrades.

In order to win over the commander of the Po River Guard, Pope Vittorio Emanuele II gave Joseph the Lame a palace.

But Garibaldi continued to live in a rented cabin in Genoa, and the palace was converted into the Invalides.

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

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

A cavalry siege was simply a fantasy, and the French cavalry had to retreat under the bombardment of artillery.

Seeing the French army begin to flee, the Turin militia shouted excitedly.

"The French have fled! We have won!"

At this moment 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!"

After hearing this, the defenders in the city became excited and shouted loudly.

"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.