After dawn, Vitgenstein's Chief of Staff looked at the compiled data from various corps, his face grave.
More than 30 soldiers froze to death last night, and over 220 are currently running a fever.
He hesitated for a moment, put the report in his pocket without reporting to Vitgenstein, and instructed that the sick be sent to Viazma.
However, given the current weather conditions, it's unlikely these people will survive the 120 Russian miles.
...
Outside Murajino Village, 35 kilometers south of Smolensk.
Kosciuszko glanced irritably at his pocket watch, then turned to his staff and asked, "No movement yet?"
He wasn't really expecting an answer, as if the Russian Army appeared, the scout cavalry would have immediately reported to him.
"Not yet, Marshal."
Kosciuszko glanced at Saint-Cyr, finally holding back from saying anything.
They had been waiting here for two days and nights. Without supplies, this was nothing short of a drain on life.
