When there was a lot of trouble because of the labor bill, people in the General Staff were also coming and going. But no matter how busy you are, there is time to rest, and there are two young staff officers smoking and chatting in the hallway.

"How's your quartermaster prepared?"

A tall, lanky staff officer smoked a cigarette and asked his colleague.

The other staff officer who was questioned by him did not answer immediately, but took a puff of cigarette and sighed before answering. "It's a good smoke."

"More than ten days of overtime work is almost over, and I remember that during this time, in order to prepare these weapons and ammunition, people have lost several pounds. What about your organization? ”

Hearing the words of his own subordinate, the tall and thin staff officer also replied with deep resistance. "We are not the same, in the past ten days or so, we have searched for all the officers in the army who are suitable for deployment, and the information in our department weighs dozens of kilograms. It was the busiest I've ever seen, and the busiest I've ever heard from other officers and generals. ”

For the words of this thin and tall staff officer, another staff officer also sighed. "Yes, who asked me to train the army of the 6th division this time, weapons, ammunition, staffing, etc. are all big projects."

"I've heard that the Army Department's recruiting department is busier than we are, and it's a terrible number to think about 110,000 conscripts this year."

While the two staff officers were chatting in the hallway, Colonel Borks, head of the Organization Division of the General Staff, a tall and thin boss, came over. Seeing the boss of his department passing by, the tall staff officer immediately kept silent. Colonel Borks, on the other hand, did not bother with his staff officers, and now he needed to send the prepared documents to the Chief of the General Staff, General Prryshan.

The Romanian General Staff made its own rational changes on the basis of copying their German colleagues. The Romanian General Staff has 3 fewer than the 12 divisions of the German General Staff, the most important of which are the Transport Department (responsible for the rapid transportation of troops), the Organization Department (responsible for personnel handling), the Quartermaster Department (responsible for weapons and ammunition), the Operations Department (responsible for the formulation of strategic and tactical plans), the Intelligence Department (responsible for enemy situation judgment, espionage and counterintelligence), and the Political Department (responsible for the study of military policy and foreign military intelligence).

In the core of what is now the Romanian army, the office of the Chief of the General Staff, Prishan. The two large bookshelves against the wall in this room, together with the welcoming sofa and coffee table, show that the owner of the room likes simplicity. The most conspicuous are the large Romanian military maps hanging on the walls, as well as the 2-meter-long desks and the piles of documents on the desks. As chief of the general staff of the Romanian army, Prishan was dealing with the documents that were about to cover him up.

"Click~Click~Click"

"Come in."

Colonel Borkes pushed open the door to the office of the Chief of the General Staff, Admiral Preshan, walked in, saluted the Chief of the General Staff at the table, and spoke. "Report, Your Excellency Chief of the General Staff. The Organization Department has already sorted out the list of basic officers. ”

He put the list of people he was carrying in front of the desk of the Chief of the General Staff. "The Chief of the General Staff, please."

Prishan put down the papers in his hand, looked up and spoke to Colonel Bolts with tired eyes. "I've worked hard for you during this time, and when this is over, you should also take a vacation in batches."

Colonel Borkes doesn't care much about the leave in his department right now, it's the young officers who can make the lads alive by lowering their workload. Instead, he has a lot to do with the health of his boss.

"Your Excellency Chief of the General Staff, you also need to rest."

Priori glanced at the documents piled up on the table waiting for him to sign, and said with a wry smile. "Where do I have time to rest now, there are so many things that I need to deal with."

Shortly after taking over as Chief of the General Staff, this vital part of the army has been under the control of Prishman. However, for the ability of Prishman, the current King Eder down to the junior officers of the army are very satisfied. Whether it was the reorganization of the Romanian army before or the subsequent war against Bulgaria, there was no more suitable candidate for chief of the general staff in the army now. His calmness, intelligence, and planning for the Romanian army in future wars made him indispensable to the army.

After Eder succeeded to the throne, Prishan received instructions from his new majesty to prepare for the expansion of six divisions (five infantry divisions and one cavalry division). Faced with the situation of expanding the number of divisions by six, he was not only happy but also felt a heavy responsibility, and the expansion of the six divisions in one breath was a good thing that the Romanian army had never encountered. Where does he have time to rest.

Whether it is necessary to draw personnel from the current 16 divisions and build a good shelf first, how to allocate personnel so that the newly built six divisions can be quickly trained, and what to do if there is a shortage of weapons and equipment, all these issues need to be worried about him.

Seeing that Colonel Borks was still waiting for his reply, Admiral Prysan said. "You put it here first, I'll see later."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Chief of the General Staff."

After the departure of Colonel Borks, Admiral Prieshan continued to struggle with the papers on his desk. Today it seemed that there was always something to disturb the work of the chief of the General Staff, and then the knock on the door sounded again.

"Click~Click~Click"

Plain shouted without raising his head. "Come in."

When someone came in and pushed the door in, he sat down on the sofa without speaking. Let Prishan, who had been waiting to report the situation, look up with a frown.

Priesan after seeing the people coming. Ask. "Is there anything wrong with you coming here?"

It was his good friend, Major General Prossi, who had been the principal of the military academy for almost ten years.

"I came here this time to ask, what should I do if you transfer all the third- and fourth-year cadets of the military academy?"

In the face of his friend's inquiry, Admiral Prishan scratched the back of his head a little embarrassed. He knew that this was because he had a bit of a big shortage of officers in the newly formed six divisions, so he hit the idea on these reserve officers in the military academy.

Seeing that Priosan did not speak, Major Prosi continued to question his friend. "I have no problem with you transferring the 4th grade military cadets, because they have already learned enough theoretical knowledge, and now it is time to practice. But the third-year cadets, there are still many courses that have not been completed, aren't you afraid that they don't have enough military theory? ”

Faced with his friend's questioning, it was difficult for Preshan to answer, but he still tried to persuade his friend. "I can't help it, and you can see the current situation. In the face of the expansion of six divisions, the shortage of our officers is too great, and we can only find a way from these reserve officers. I also know that they have not finished learning many theories, and in view of this situation, I will ask each division to organize these officers who have not yet graduated to study them systematically when it is appropriate. ”

Faced with the situation of his friend's reasoning and facts, Principal Prosi had no other way, he could only try to avoid not transferring these officers who had not completed his studies after his friend promised to give up his denunciation of his friend.

However, among the third-year cadets was a young reserve officer from Transylvania, named Mizik.