On the west side of the formation, Previdish held his rifle barrel, his boots together, standing straight.
In his 21 years of life, he had never felt as proud, fulfilled, and passionate as in the past few months of campaigning with the Crown Prince.
He couldn't help but think of the two days back in Paris, where beautiful noble ladies surrounded him to hear stories of his 'campaign in Vienna'.
The exploits of General Moreau wreaking havoc behind Austrian lines had long been covered in the Parisian press. As a soldier who participated in the campaign, Previdish had become a hero in the eyes of those around him.
Even when he recounted his inactive combat experience in Trento, it would elicit repeated exclamations from everyone.
Of course, he would also emphasize the feats of the Fifth Army Group to bring the atmosphere to a climax.
Ah, even his elder brother, who initially looked down on him, had now become very respectful.
