"Rubbish!

After reading the battle report presented by Lieutenant General Talim Eklad, the Duke angrily threw the entire folder in the lieutenant general's face, and angrily got up from the commander-in-chief's seat and walked to the big sand table, anxiously observing the latest situation.

"Two divisions, two entire Guards divisions, were all eaten by the Federal Army within a week?! Even if you let 60,000 pigs for the Federal Army to kill for a week, it is not enough! But you actually defeated all the concealed and interspersed troops we carefully prepared within a week?!"

The man in his early sixties who is angry is none other than Duke Douglas Kemilat, the 43rd Marshal of the Imperial Union and the Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial United Western Army.

And the bloody one who was scolded was the commander of the Tenth Army of the Empire, Lieutenant General Talim Eklad, who had just suffered defeat. (Previously featured)

His unit was the poor emperor ** who was intercepted by the chariot girls some time ago and deciphered the communication, and his whereabouts were exposed.

"Your Excellency, this defeat was entirely accidental. As soon as our troops entered the positions for the preparatory attack, they were covered by dense artillery fire from the Federal Army, and the 7th Guards Division and the 8th Mechanized Guards Division, which had no fortifications, were frantically shelled by heavy artillery clusters of the enemy's army group for three hours. Our troops were unable to counterattack because they were interspersed and did not carry enough artillery, and our friendly forces were also pinned down by frontal Union forces and suppressed by artillery fire and unable to support. It is only possible to watch as our troops are destroyed by the enemy's intensive artillery fire, by the enemy's **. ”

Thinking of this, Eklad felt that his life was really bad.

It stands to reason that the cover-up of this offensive plan was very good, and only a few people in the Western Front knew the detailed plan for this operation.

Originally, according to their estimates, even if the two divisions that had secretly assembled that night and were ready to penetrate the weak points of the Federal Front were to be discovered on the spot, it would be impossible for the Federal Army to deploy a whole heavy field artillery division and a field artillery division in such a short period of time to block the front of their interspersed troops, and it would be impossible for them to arrange three mechanized cavalry divisions in advance to outflank their two divisions in such a timely and accurate manner.

For the old guy and the immortal Lieutenant General Basel opposite him, Eklad knew that it was an old opponent and an old enemy of the emperor for more than 20 years, and an opponent that the marshal couldn't help.

There are many emperor ** generals who were defeated in his hands, but what people can't accept is that they lost too badly this time, and they didn't even have the strength to fight back, and they felt like ......

It was as if the other party saw through it at a glance. ’

"Your Excellency, I think we ......"

I just wanted to say, 'There may be an intelligence leak'

But he immediately shut up.

If this is said and the marshal approves of it, then it is inevitable to investigate, the actual combat units of the army are on guard against each other, everyone is in danger, and the next battle coordination will become even worse, and the most important thing is that if the investigation begins, no matter what the result is, some scapegoats will definitely be caught. The possibility that this scapegoat is oneself is not nothing, and the probability is high.

"What do you want to say?"

The marshal was still looking at the map, his brows were tightly knit, obviously at a loss for what to do about the hollowness of his defense zone being beaten by his old opponent in the front, and he lost two guards divisions in one breath, and the contrast and situation of his forces on the front immediately reversed, and the tide of battle began to turn against him.

"This Basel pinching is very accurate. ”

Looking at the salient on the map wedged into his own defense zone, he happened to be stuck at the junction of the troops near the border with Galia to the west and the main railway line to the east. The marshal said admiringly

"His three mechanized cavalry divisions, after destroying our two divisions, did not retreat blindly as before, but continued to boldly advance and occupy the Brierson Fortress. The supplies we sent to the Western Theater had to pass through Brierson before they could reach the Western Theater, and the eastern flanks were exposed to the Union Army because of Brierson. ”

The so-called one point of it, the whole is alive, probably this is what it means.

Under the intelligence guidance of the girls, General Basel of the First Theater of the Western Front once again rose to prominence with his excellent command ability, and changed the situation on the entire Western Front with a counteroffensive.

"Indeed, the location of Fort Brierson is too important to be reclaimed as soon as possible. ”

After thinking about it for a while, the lieutenant general felt that he should not talk about any intelligence issues.

"I believe that the first task of the Western Theater of Operations now is to recapture the strategic location of Brierson first, and the offensive focus of the entire theater should be to restore transportation and supply as the first priority. ”

"But the problem now is that we don't have mobile forces!"

This is what the marshal is most worried about now, just half a month ago, he still had three divisions and 80,000 mobile strategic reserves under his command that could be mobilized at any time, but after two failed battles, the mobile forces have been exhausted. The absence of reserves is a taboo in battle, and the loss of 80,000 troops in half a month is still completely annihilated, and the marshal did not even dare to think about it before.

'Why is that guy in Basel so sharp lately?'

In fact, not only Lieutenant General Eklad, but also the marshal felt that something was not quite right recently, but he did not seriously think about the direction of intelligence leakage. This is because all combat information is strictly encrypted and transmitted directly to the combat units through their most trusted confidential secretaries and adjutants.

For his own prudence, his own eyes on others, he has full confidence in the super cipher marshal compiled by mathematicians from all over the country.

'That's not something humans can crack at all!'

The marshal is indeed right in this regard, and his secret is indeed not deciphered~

"Your Excellency, His Highness Maximilia has come down. ”

In a hurry, an adjutant walked in through the door and whispered in to report

It felt like he had come as an uninvited guest. In fact, at this time, Maximilia was indeed an undesirable guy in the Empire.

"Oh, His Royal Highness the Second Emperor has come down, this is really a rare guest, what kind of wind is it, our Second Emperor Son, who was wiped out by a mob in one breath, and two divisions are blowing?"

Hearing the adjutant's report of the name of the emperor's second son, His Excellency the Marshal had a bad look in his eyes, as a military aristocrat who judged the situation and mixed up with the marshal, Kemilat naturally had a superhuman political sense.

In his opinion, Maximilia has long been finished, if he can capture the Duchy of Gallia with lightning speed and show his transcendent military talent at the minimum cost when attacking Gallia, then maybe in the eyes of the emperor, he is still useful and has the value of observation, but now......

Nearly 200,000 troops fought for several months, lost troops in small Galia, and were completely annihilated by a division in one go.

Now who in the empire doesn't know that the regular army of Galia is not trash, and the standing army of the principality is basically a paper figure that can be broken at the slightest stab. In the face of such an opponent, he has been fighting for several months and has suffered heavy losses, and the dismal results have disappointed His Majesty the Emperor.

Maximilia is finished, and he is finished after the dismal white that shocked the whole country in Lando Barça.

With the deliberate connivance of the domestic opposition, His Royal Highness the second son of the emperor led several elite divisions to attack the isolated city of Lando Barcelona, which was not defended by only thousands of militias, but finally suffered heavy losses and buried 50,000 troops.

Well, the marshal knows that this news is somewhat exaggerated, but does the people know? I don't know...... It is enough for them to know that Maximilia did not have the ability to lead the army and the country to victory.

Everything else is what His Majesty the Emperor and the nobles need to know.

Maximilia's political life was over.

"Please come in, His Royal Highness the Second Emperor, it just so happens that I have something to ...... with him Let's talk about it. ”

Isn't there a unit next door to the Western Front Army, which is now short of troops? Although they are all not very good troops, they are still regular troops, so if you don't take the opportunity to take them at this time, when will you take them? This is a good opportunity to fall into the ground.

"His Royal Highness Maximilia, the second son of the Emperor, please!"

The door opened, wearing a crown of peace laurels, his eyes were ominous, like Shura, and his body exuded a cold aura, and at a glance, Maximilia, who knew that he was not a good person, came in.

Seeing that the second son of the emperor hadn't seen him for a few years, he was still like this, and the marshal smiled secretly in his heart

'Sadly, Maximilia, your first impression is that people can't be trusted, so who can be truly loyal to you?'

"Welcome, Your Highness Maximilia. ”

The marshal, on the other hand, never allowed his evil spirit to be revealed.

"I just have something I need to discuss with you~"

Is there any reason why the fat sheep that sent the soldiers are not slaughtered?

If the goose does not pluck its feathers, then it is not Marshal Kemilat.