Chapter 87 Room For Improvements



As the dust settled from Napoleon's decisive victory over Quasdanovich's forces in Gavardo, his gaze shifted westward, fixed on the remaining Austrian army that awaited him.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

Ever the strategic mastermind, Napoleon maintained constant communication with his detached divisions through the use of the telegraph, granting him invaluable real-time updates on their movements and positioning.

With the Austrian defeat in Gavardo behind him, Napoleon's focus sharpened as he planned his next move. The telegraph wires crackled with messages, relaying crucial information from his trusted commanders scattered across the battlefield.

The speed and precision of telegraphic communication afforded Napoleon a distinct advantage—a bird's-eye view of the ever-evolving situation. This technology bridged the gaps between his forces, enabling coordinated actions and timely decision-making.

"It seems like Wurmser is just as fixated as Beaulieu. They are pushing towards Mantua."

"Should we march towards there now, General?" Junot asked as Napoleon's gaze continued to linger on the map before him, which was filled with boxes painted with symbols of infantry, cavalry, artillery, supply depots, and strategic markers.

Napoleon shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips as he contemplated the situation.

"Non, Junot. We shall not march towards Mantua just yet. Instead, we shall bide our time and wait for our comrades to lure the Austrians deeper into their web."

Junot looked puzzled, his brow furrowing in confusion. "But General, if we strike now, we could cut off their escape routes and secure a swift victory."

Napoleon raised an eyebrow, his piercing gaze fixed on Junot. "Haste can be both a boon and a curse in war. We must remember that our ultimate goal is not just to defeat the Austrians, but to dismantle their forces entirely. To achieve this, we must ensure they are fully committed, entangled in a position from which they cannot easily extricate themselves."

"Just listen to our commander, would you, Junot?" Marmont chided lightly.

So he took a mental note of what must be done, improving the conditions of not only the hospital tent but the hospital itself.

'It seems like I have to write a paper about germs, introducing antiseptics, anesthetics, and medicines such as morphine and antibiotics.' he thought to himself.

Still, he can make some improvements.

"Get me, Berthier," Napoleon ordered, glancing at Marmont. "Tell him there is something that needs reform."

"Understood, General Bonaparte," Marmont replied with a nod before swiftly carrying out the order. Moments later, Berthier, Napoleon's trusted chief of staff, appeared at the entrance of the hospital tent, a look of curiosity on his face.

"You summoned me, General?" Berthier inquired.

Napoleon turned his attention towards Berthier, his gaze piercing and determined. "Indeed, Berthier. We must address the inadequacies we witness here. The conditions for our wounded soldiers are deplorable, and it is our duty to improve them."

"What do you have in mind?" Berthier queried.

"Come join me for a walk," Napoleon invited, stepping out of the tent and into the open air where they discussed the challenges and solutions for improving the medical care for wounded soldiers.

"First and foremost, the hospital tent should be clean and well-organized," Napoleon began... "We need to establish separate sections for different types of injuries and illnesses, ensuring that each soldier receives appropriate care and attention. I call it a triage system."

"Triage system?" Berthier repeated, he hadn't heard those words before.

"Yes, a triage system. It involves categorizing the wounded based on the severity of their injuries or illnesses. By doing so, we can prioritize medical attention and allocate resources efficiently. Additionally, we should implement strict sanitation practices to prevent the spread of infections. I'll write a more comprehensive and detailed plan for the improvements we need to make."

"Understood, General. Is there something more?"

"That's it for now," Napoleon said.