Pilo's adjutant glanced at his pocket watch and turned to remind him:
"General, it's almost nine o'clock."
Pilo nodded solemnly. According to the plan, he would launch the attack simultaneously with Blucher at half past ten in the morning.
When he was still a colonel, he fought under Napoleon's command. The scenes of bullying the Austrian Army with the French Army were still fresh in his memory.
And now, he had to confront the French Army head-on.
He felt as if he were about to leap into the arena to gamble with the lion.
"Fortunately, that person is not here," he muttered quietly, puffing up his chest to appear more confident.
Of course, he was referring to Napoleon.
"Tell the soldiers to prepare for battle," he gestured to the Order Officer. "We shall win."
Meanwhile, 10 kilometers southeast of the Pilo Corps, a Courier saluted Colonel Joubert, the commander of the French Army's "Engineering Corps":
"Colonel, General Ney asked me to tell you he is ready."
