Word came over the wire shortly after the battle had concluded. In the dead of winter, amidst one of the fiercest storms the Alps had ever seen in recorded history. The Italian Army made a desperate move. One that had paid off the dividends and then some.
The front lines at Isonzo collapsed overnight, and the secondary lines fell not long after. Reinforcements arrived just in time to hold the line in the third region of defense. But fighting was continuing, even now, as Bruno sat in his office drinking a shot of vodka as he looked over the reports in his hands.
The Austro-Hungarians had assumed nobody would be crossing no-man's-land in such frigid and unforgiving weather. And rightfully so… It was not a wise move to make. But desperate men seldom acted with wisdom in mind.
