At this point in Italy.
Davout rode on a tall horse, observing the Austrian lines through his binoculars, the reflection from his bald head brighter than the snow beside him.
"How come they have so few people?" Davout muttered.
Davout's Chief of Staff hesitated, "General, the Austrian Army facing us has eighty thousand men, nearly equal to ours, and half of our forces are Italians."
Davout looked at the Chief of Staff perplexedly: "Isn't that enough? Not to mention forty thousand Italians, give me forty thousand French soldiers and I could beat their eighty thousand. Our soldiers are all brave and good at fighting, while the Austrians are just a bunch of pigs driven together by noble officers."
The Chief of Staff hesitated to speak further and changed the topic: "The Italian troops seem unhappy with our decision to have them fight on the flank."
