"All forces, advance!"
Count Euz had taken the bulk of his troops and generals with him, but thankfully, one general had been left behind. He was a veteran commander who had fought numerous battles against Burgundy.
The vivid scar on his face was striking.
Fried was thrilled, saying the general looked incredibly formidable.
The general's name was Bertrand, and he was Italian. In a place as deeply conservative as this, how could an Italian become a German noble's general? The reason was quite simple.
Italy was the world's foremost training ground for elite soldiers. Just as Italian mercenaries were considered the best, hiring Italian military officers and placing them in key positions had become a widespread trend.
My father-in-law had several Italians among his men too.
Though I hadn't been fond of them because of their habit of hitting on every woman in sight.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
