"Your Highness, you may find my request a bit abrupt. ”

While waving his hand to signal Maximilia to come to the map, the marshal said with a smile hidden in his sword

"But I must draw two or three divisions from the Garia Dispatch Corps under your charge to supplement the Western Front in my charge to make up for the lack of troops...... Please wait for me to finish. ”

Seeing what Maximilia was about to say when he finished saying that he was going to withdraw his troops, the marshal hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop himself from continuing

"In the past half a month, the battle situation on the Western Union Front has undergone very significant changes, the Federation Army suddenly increased its troops to the first theater of operations in front of us and stormed our defense area, our army suffered heavy casualties and lost the western fortress town and transportation hub Brierson. Our army wants to launch a counterattack to retake the lost city, but it lacks enough troops, and your Excellency's battle in Galia has entered the final stage, so we must not need so many troops, right?"

Now, the news that the 1st Brigade was annihilated is not yet known, and the 2nd monk of the 11th Brigade is at a loss and does not know what is going on. They only knew that they had been attacked, but they did not know the situation of the 1st Brigade in front, so the battle report did not clearly say that they had been attacked.

Time, at this time, at a critical time, Maximilia came here in order to request the support of the Western Front from the east to attack the border defense area, but he did not expect so many things to happen at this time, including the defeat of the Western Front and the annihilation of the 1st Brigade.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I'm afraid I won't be able to transfer you a single division. ”

Where would Maximilia, who had come to ask for help, give his troops to others?

In his opinion, even if his own troops invaded Landguliz, the Gallia government would not end up surrendering the Gallia front, and last week the Federation added five new divisions on the southern border of Gallia, which was not a joke. As long as there is an accident in the situation of Galia and the Federation has the excuse to send troops to help, the Federation Army will not hesitate to enter Galia to fight the emperor.

When the time comes, if Maximilia's forces are too small, he risks repeating the mistake of Gallia's early lack of troops.

It was impossible for him to agree to this request, impossible.

"Is this your final answer?"

Although he had known the answer for a long time, the marshal still put on a rather disappointed expression, as if he had just discovered that Maximilia was so ignorant.

"Unfortunately, yes. ”

Not a single soldier on his own front can be transferred, and it is impossible for him to be replenished by the emperor's ** department, so at least don't lose the original troops.

Those troops were his reliance on the capture of Landgulitz, and they were also a tool for revenge on his brother and father, including the empire, and he would not back down.

"Since His Highness has spoken to this point, then I have nothing to say...... Please. ”

As he spoke, he motioned to the adjutant to invite Maximilia out.

After Maximilia leaves......

"Adjutant, give me a check on the remaining units of the Galia Dispatch Army to the west that have not been hors de combat. ”

Since the second son of the emperor did not intend to give it, the marshal had to dig it himself. Beyond Maximilia personally electrified the divisions.

Fazan City, southwest of the ―――――――――――― Peninsula - Emperor ** Third Division――――――――――――――――――――――――――――

"Division Commander, we have taken the Fazan Energy Foundation, and now there is a new task assigned to us?"

Several captains and co-commanders who had just returned from clearing the remnants of Galia from the west gathered at the headquarters and asked the division commander anxiously, unlike several subordinates, the division commander seemed to lack enthusiasm for the next work.

"What's the hurry? Lao Tzu, the division commander, isn't in a hurry, you guys, what's the hurry? Didn't you hear that our army in the south is about to take down Landguliz and end the war? When you finish cleaning up the mess and arrive in the south, I'm afraid that there won't be even any scum left, go back and go back! Give me a rest!"

Unlike these mid-level officers, the division commander is now worried about his future.

Seeing that the battle for Galia was coming to an end, some questions inevitably re-entered the minds of their mid-to-high-ranking officers.

The problem of taking sides that will inevitably be encountered in the Empire.

Now that the battle is basically over, he needs to think about the post-war status.

Galia was already guilty of achieving such an end, and the total annihilation of a first-level division by the militia became Maximilia's biggest failure, making him even more isolated and passive.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is no hope of standing in this team at this time, and he understands this, but although he understands......

"But I don't have a chance......"

At this time, who would need a division commander who has been demoted or who is standing on the wrong side? Unless there is a major change on the federal front, the military department probably will not give a chance to himself, who is insatiable and crippled by Maximilia, right?

"Your Excellency the Division Commander! Communication! Correspondence from the Headquarters of the Western Front! Your Excellency Marshal will personally talk to you!"

Suddenly, the communicator with the headset suddenly shouted excitedly, if you are not excited, it is hell, this is the personal lecture of His Excellency the Marshal, how many soldiers can not be excited?

"Your Excellency Marshal?!Quick!Give me the microphone!Who's going to bring me a throat loa! You can help me sort out the latest battle report!Quick!!"

And unlike the communicator's excited reason, the division commander, who heard the personal call of the marshal, knew that this might be a new opportunity, a chance to re-establish himself in the field.

A chance to redeem the wrong choice.

Thank God!

"Your Excellency, I am Glargov!

Cautiously took the intercom, and after hearing the voice of the marshal on the phone, the division commander instinctively boasted, standing upright, his waist straight, as if the marshal was in front of him.

"Glagov? It's been 14 months since the expanded field service meeting of the military headquarters last year, how are you doing?"

Amiable greetings, greetings full of magnetism and concern, as if they were elders in the family, this is a manifestation of the marshal's personal charm.

"Thanks for your concern, Glagov is fine!"

Unexpectedly, His Excellency the Marshal actually remembered that he had met him at the enlarged meeting last year, and he was so excited that Glagov stood upright again, and his straight waist was almost turned over.

"It's good, are you lying?~ In a place like the Galia Army, where there is little food and drink, and even armaments and supplies are not very abundant...... Isn't life more nourishing than the days on the federal front?"

(The 3rd Division is a unit that has been demoted after a major defeat on the Union Front)

"This ...... Haha~ The marshal laughed. ”

For this question, Glagov can't talk nonsense, after all, his military rank is not very high, and it is impossible to speak freely like a marshal, but the next words of the marshal made him calm.

"Don't forget Glagov, your father is the hero of the Imperial Northern Expeditionary Corps, your Third Division is one of the earliest regular troops of the Empire, you fought bravely on the Western Front of the Empire with your blood and courage, and defeated the Federal Army several times your own, you are the hero of the Empire, and the Western Front is your hometown. ”

Having said that, the meaning of the marshal can no longer be understood.

The marshal wanted to give himself and his troops a chance.

"Your Excellency...... This one...... This...... I ......"

The opportunity given by God to regenerate, Glagov, who was stunned by the sudden good thing, was already speechless with excitement.

"Alright, alright, I understand what you're trying to say, I get it.

Now that the war on the Western Front is tight, I need excellent troops here who are determined and able to fight tough battles. The recall application I just submitted to the military department has come into effect, and the military department's demotion of your division has been canceled. From today onwards, your unit will still be a special first class division. An elite unit of the first class of the Imperial Army. I hope that you will inherit the heroism of St. Andrew, the spirit of Peter the Great, and fight bravely for His Majesty in the name of imperial legitimacy and honor. ”

"Yes! For Your Majesty the Emperor! Thank you for the cultivation of the marshal! Glagov will definitely live up to the marshal's expectations!"

After the call, Glagov's whole person seemed to be ten years younger in an instant, and the old hen became a different duck.

"Division commander, what did Your Excellency Marshal say?"

Seeing how the division commander was worried before, it seems to be cloudy and sunny now

"The marshal said, and our punishment was lifted. Take everything you can to take away, take all the supplies and equipment you can, and we'll get out!"

"Withdraw, where to withdraw? ”

"To the East, to the Western Front, the theater of operations for which His Excellency the Marshal is responsible,"

"Then His Highness Maximilia's side ......"

"Maximilia, that guy is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it's hard to protect himself. Let him ask for more blessings, we don't care, the whole army will obey my orders! Advance eastward as fast as possible, cross the eastern front, and directly intersperse with the western theater!"

..............................

"Fazan's 3rd Division...... Brundin's 2nd Division...... 108th Division of Lando Barça...... 55,000 people in all......"

Seeing that the staff officer had marked the trajectory and direction of movement of all the troops on the map, and estimated the time for the mobilization of troops, the marshal nodded with satisfaction.

"The rapid march of the 2nd Division took about three days, the 108th Division four days, and the 3rd Division of Fazan six days...... Although the combat effectiveness is not very strong, they are all troops that have experienced major battles, and they should be able to be used. ”

After estimating the position and disposition of the various units on the front, the marshal thought that in this case, the forces of the Western Front, which were stuck in the transportation channel and in a difficult situation, would be shared for the time being, and at least the consumables for a week would be enough.

"How much more supplies do we have to the west near the Gallia Line?"

"Enough to support two divisions for a week, and those are supplies ready to be delivered to the Garia Dispatch Army. ”

After looking at the distribution list, the adjutant reported

"Let the troops who cross the border be given priority in supply, and don't send them to the Gallia side for the time being. ”

"But then the fuel and ammunition of the Galia dispatch will ......"

"Prioritizing the Western Front to ensure that it does not collapse has been the Empire's strategy for a long time, and it does not matter to Gallia compared to the Western Front of the Union. ”

In this way, within a week, His Excellency Marshal will have nearly 60,000 troops, and by the time the troops from the newly reorganized and transferred from the country arrive next week, he will have enough troops in his hands. After all, Basel's troops must have suffered a lot of losses in the battle, and it was impossible to launch a continuous attack, and now was the time when they were at their weakest.

"Lost 80,000 troops in half a month...... However, it is still within the acceptable range...... Next week, when my new reinforcements arrive, we'll go on the assault on Brierson and turn the tide back......"

Compared with the next door, where tens of thousands of casualties and losses are considered petty at every turn, the battle in the direction of Galia is really not enough......

And at this time, in that little-known part of Galia, a telegram from a small brigade of several thousand men once again proved Maximilia's incompetence.

"Report to Your Excellency Marshal, the Eleventh Brigade that you presided over the formation...... Lost at Basel Bridge. ”