Two officers who spoke Italian burst into General Kem's tent, clutching newspapers and forgetting even to salute, angrily shouting, "General, those damned reporters actually..."
"Absolutely cannot just let this go! General, let's go settle the score with the French!"
These words seemed to stab directly into General Kem's brain, infusing him with a surge of immense power. Yes, as long as he could surround those few thousand French troops and properly humiliate them, tomorrow's newspaper headlines would be spectacular indeed.
As for invading Modena, ha, wasn't it his to come and go as he pleased?
General Kem abruptly stood up, the words "Mobilize the troops" almost on his lips, but then he suddenly stopped.
He remembered the dolphins and irises he had seen on the flags of the French troops yesterday, indicating they belonged to the French Royal Guard Corps.
