Austrian Silesian Army Headquarters.
Bertier shifted his gaze from the map, looking somewhat uneasily at Lefevre, "Do you think there's any chance that General Leao could actually rout the Prussians at Ratibor? After all, he has the absolute advantage in troop strength."
The latter smiled, "If it were another officer in command, even an ordinary battalion commander, we might indeed need to worry about that. But the commander now is Leao, and please trust me, what he excels at is positioning his soldiers where they shouldn't be.
"Moreover, his ability to train soldiers is also very... ah, average. So, only the less than 2,000 soldiers left by General Willemze are somewhat capable in battle; the rest can't even perform a proper volley."
"Now I'm actually a bit concerned that he will be overwhelmed by the Prussians..."
