At the Kaiser's headquarters, Wilhelm III threw the report on the table.

"Their warriors have retreated?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." The commander of the battle queen unit maintained a posture of holding her head high, although she had the appearance of a girl in her twenties, but this was only one of the gifts brought by the blood of the battle queen, the old girl who had experienced the last battle was really unable to maintain this standing posture now, so fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, "When the troops arrived at the front line, the enemy battle queen who had completed the attack had already retreated, and from the accounts of the survivors at the scene, this was a surprise attack launched by the pure war queen troops, and there was no usual troops accompanying it at all. ”

"What the hell is going on?" William III turned his head to look at his officer corps, "This will only cause their warriors to run out of strength before us, which is not in line with military common sense!" ”

"Your Majesty," said the old marshal standing at the front of the officer ranks, as the rest of the officer corps looked at each other, "I think the other side is likely trying to use this kind of attack to induce us to scatter the battle queens in front of the battle line, and then they will be able to concentrate their forces and use the superior strength of the battle queens to strike at our scattered battle queens, and to inflict heavy damage on one of the battle queen detachments before we can reinforce them." ”

Wilhelm III raised his right hand, touched his neatly trimmed mustache, pondered for a few seconds before nodding: "Well, that makes sense, it makes sense, Lundsteadt." So how do we deal with their shameless tactics? ”

"Attack, my majesty." The old marshal replied confidently, "As long as we take a resolute offensive, they will not have room to play with these carving insect tricks." So in this case, we should attack immediately. ”

"Very good, I remember that our offensive preparations could be completed by the end of this month."

"Well, on this point, my majesty," said the slightly younger general next to Lundsteadt, with a look of embarrassment, and he looked back at the staff officers behind him, before continuing to report to the Kaiser, "I think we have to postpone the attack, because our preparations for the attack are far below our plan, and according to our timetable, the progress that should have been completed by today is actually only thirty percent complete. ”

"Thirty percent?" The Kaiser exclaimed, almost blowing his beard away, "What the hell are you doing!" Do all staff officers eat white rice! ”

"I don't think the problem is with the lads of the General Staff," the general shook his head, "the territory of the republic we occupy ......"

"There is no republic! They are rebels! ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The workers in the rebel territories we occupy, refusing to provide us with labor. The porters refused to unload for us, the turners refused to inspect and repair the vehicles for us, and even the train drivers and wrenches ran away a lot. ”

"Then whip them! Draw until they get to work! William III slapped the table with all his might, "Can't you do this thing!" If you really can't do it, send out the war princess! Just standing at the station for a while won't cause much of a burden to them! ”

The officers looked at each other, and many of them had a bitter look on their faces, obviously they knew what the situation was at the scene, but no one dared to tell the truth to the emperor.

**

Rosemary's rest ended early.

However, her detachment was not tasked with going to the front, but to the transshipment hub of Leipzig. This made Rosemary very uncomfortable, because Leipzig was so close to Dessau, where she had a very bad memory.

But a task is a task.

Now Rosemary stands in full force on the train platform in Leipzig, supervising the work of the workers.

The military columns from the rear were reorganized here, and all kinds of supplies were adjusted according to the needs of the front before being sent to the front. At the same time, wounded soldiers from the front line, after receiving stable treatment in Leipzig, will also be evacuated from here – some to their hometowns to recuperate, others to the army's rehabilitation hospital.

In such a transit center, it is natural to see a busy scene. But Rosemary's vision is different: busy is busy enough, but if you look closely, you can see that it is not very efficient. Everyone Rosemary saw seemed to be full of energy and very hardworking, but if you looked patiently, you would find that many of them were actually doing useless work.

Compared to these more subtle acts of the millers, the workers did not seem to conceal their hostility in the slightest, and they looked at Rosemary, dressed in magic armor, with no doubt that they looked at the enemy. The look had already caused Rosemary to have nightmares for nightmares, dreaming that she was pulled out of her armor by the thick hands of the workers and torn to shreds.

Ruthmarie shuddered at the thought of the scene in her dream.

Just then, she heard a gruff roar coming from the side of the platform.

"Who did it?"

Rosemary turned around and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from, and she saw a sergeant major yelling at the workers who kept passing him: "Say! Who put this thing up! You bastards around here must have done it! ”

Rosemary's gaze followed the direction of the whip in the Registrar's hand and saw a brand-new poster taped to the pillar of the platform awning.

The content of the poster made Ruthmary's body tremble slightly.

A boy, holding a red flag aloft, leads a group of seriously wounded men to charge towards the magic armor. The whole picture is gray, only the red flag in the boy's hand is dazzlingly red.

Rosemary, who paints herself, can see that the painter is full of enthusiasm when she paints this painting, so the picture is very impactful, and the slogan "Freedom leads the people" under the poster is very powerful.

While Rosemary was in a daze at the poster, the sergeant major had already pulled out his pistol, grabbed a passing worker, put a gun to his head, and yelled at the crowd: "I have dozens of sounds, if the guy who posted this picture doesn't come out, I'll break this person's leg!" Let him only be a waste man in the next life! ”

As soon as the words fell, the busyness of the station suddenly stopped.

Without hesitation, the nearest workers laid down their goods and gathered before the sergeant major, who did not say a word, but their expressions were more sonorous than a thousand words.

More workers gathered, each with a wrench, a hammer, and even a lever for the wrench. These things are not weapons at all, and they are not even toys in front of Rosemary, but the tense muscles in the arms that hold these "toys" make Rosemary feel the existence of the "power of power".

"Enough, sergeant!"

By the time Ruthmarie realized it, her voice had been amplified through the speakers on the armor, and it had resounded throughout the platform.

"Put down the gun! Let the man go! ”

"But, Warrior-sama ......"

Rosemary stepped forward, tore off the propaganda poster on the platform, threw it on the ground, and yelled at the sergeant, "That's it!" You shut up! No one is going to have their legs broken, and no one is going to be whipped, you know? ”

The sergeant's lips trembled, and he did not immediately respond to Rosemary, when a captain ran up to him and shouted to the sergeant, "You have heard the order of Lord Senhime!" Give me execution. ”

"Yes, sir." The sergeant major let go of the worker in his hand, put away the gun, and waved back to the soldiers who followed him.

The captain turned to the workers and said, "Now that the commotion is over, go back to work!" ”

After the crowd dispersed, the captain came to Rosemary's side and sighed softly, "Don't mind, Mistress Senhime. The officers have been holding back too much lately, and it is inevitable that they will be a little excessive. ”

“…… What happened? ”

"Missing, Senhime-sama. Recently, at least thirty officers have been missing throughout Leipzig. ”

"The command told me it was a rumor," Rosemary, remembering that she hadn't turned off the megaphone, raised her hand to turn off the switch on the outside of the armor, and continued in her own voice, "It's as non-existent as 'Leuven's gunfire.'" ”

In the last war, the German soldiers accidentally misfired at night, but the German army, which had long been nervous by the rumors that "Belgian snipers attacked the German army everywhere", thought that they were attacked by snipers, so they went crazy and shot at every window of Leuven City, and set fire to every house, trying to force the snipers out, and finally caused the Leuven tragedy that shocked the world.

This story is well known among officers.

The captain shook his head.

"It's not a rumor, my friend was in the regiment with me, and he was a kind lad from East Prussia who didn't know how to fight at all, and only became an officer because it was Prussian. Just a week ago, he went out alone to check the sentry and never returned. It said that he was a deserter, but I know that he would never be a deserter to discredit his family, and if he was going to do this, his father would have to break his leg. Something like this happened in every unit, and our officers didn't dare to go out at night. ”

Shaking his head again, the captain took out his cigarette case, politely asked Rosemary, "Can I smoke?" and only after getting permission did he light the fire and take a hard puff.

After a long puff of smoke, the captain said in a literary tone inappropriate to his status as an officer: "I always have the feeling that we are standing in front of some great beast, which has opened its bloody jaws and is ready to swallow us in one gulp, but the generals are unaware of it. ”

Rosemary was silent for a moment, then she opened her armor mask and said to the captain, "Yes, I feel the same way. Perhaps the next direction of this war will greatly surprise the generals. ”

As she spoke, Rosemary turned her gaze to the "busy" workers.

"Liberty leads the people...... Yes. Rosemary repeated the slogan underneath the poster in a voice that only she could hear.

In her mind, the boy's face appeared again, his eyes were full of tears, but his expression was fearless, and the red flag he held high was bright and dazzling, and even in the darkest nights and the most terrible winters, it could make people feel the burning heat like flames.