With the collapse of the battlefield on many fronts, Boroyevich had to retreat to preserve his army. He set up his new headquarters in Sanok, on the west bank of the San River, and this time he came to Krakow, further west, specifically for Kuster.

Kuster was very good on the battlefield where the whole line collapsed, but his gambling command displeased Borojevic. If that division were still under the command of Kuster, maybe one day it would be gone along with the army. But he didn't know that Kuster had changed someone.

Boroyevich did not sit idle all day in Krakow, still busy dealing with internal problems in the army. Until Kuster's arrival, he was still using the telephone to direct the operations of the front-line generals.

After glancing at Kuster, he hung up after a few perfunctory words with the person on the phone. He turned around and said:

"General Kuster, I was overjoyed to learn of your victory at the front. But I also know that you suffered a serious hand wound on the battlefield, so I applied to the Empire for two medals for you - the Order of Leopold of the knighthood and the Order of the Iron Crown of the Second Degree. It is a good thing that the Empire has agreed to this request and granted it to you tomorrow, my friend, don't be too sad. ”

Seeing that Kuster was silent all the time, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Your actions in the past two days have attracted the attention of the Russians, and you have killed a great Russian nobleman, who have gone to great lengths to find out what you are doing and to discredit you. Your current reputation is very bad, so let's go and recuperate, don't worry about the lack of work, I have recommended to the top that you study weapons and equipment and new tactical theories. ”

When Kuster heard 'research weapons and equipment', his originally gloomy eyes suddenly brightened. Seeing him like this, Boroyevich also relaxed and took out a considerable sum of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Kuster's hands:

"This money is given to you, and I will compensate you."

Kuster kept an eye on the money, clutching it, but he didn't think it was good, so he never withdrew his hand.

Seeing him like this, Boroyevich couldn't help but laugh out loud and pushed his hand back:

"Hahaha, don't worry, take it, I know you're from a civilian background, and it's not okay to do research without any capital."

Kuster then stuffed the money into his coat, thanked him and walked out the door.

Boroyevich looked at his departing back, sighed, and turned his head to look at the desk, on which there was still a pile of papers to work on. He may have to spend the night working in Krakow before leaving for Sarnook.

Kuster looked at this silent ancient city with some emotion. Since the founding of Krakow hundreds of years ago, it has never been so deserted, and even after Poland was partitioned, the streets of the city are still lively. But now that the war has reached their doorstep, the residents can flee, and those who can't can only retreat at home.

Kuster, who was already in a bad mood, was even more lonely when he saw this scene, but then he picked himself up and went back to the place where he woke up, fiddling with something in his room by himself.

Early the next morning, Borojevich left a letter for Kuster when he left. Tell him that someone from the top of the empire will come over at noon today, and they may ask him some questions about the battle on the front line while conferring the medal. Boroyevich hoped that he would take this opportunity to point out the shortcomings of the army and the great disadvantages of the war on the front in order to strengthen their attention to the Russian front.

Needless to say, Kuster himself would have asked the top brass to do something about it. You must know that Russia was still a powerful country at this time, but the empire only deployed about 50% of its troops on the Russian front, which was completely unable to compete with the Russian army.

They wanted to defeat Serbia quickly, but so far they had achieved nothing in Serbia, and instead part of the area was captured by the Serbian army. This was very fatal, and if it had not been for Bulgaria's entry into the war, Serbia might have resisted stubbornly.

However, the imperial officials, led by General Potiorek, still believed that Serbia should be conquered first, which was politically correct, and therefore won the emperor's support. Now the Russian front is only a few more divisions, which does not play a role at all.

During this time, the handicapped Kuster was not idle, and was still excitedly working on some drawings with the disabled Franz.

It wasn't until noon that Mai Tian went to inform them that he was a little shocked to see all kinds of complex guns and cannon structures, novel tactical diagrams and completely enclosed magical 'cars'.

When the two of them saw the wheat field, they each looked at their watches, only to find that it was already noon.

Kuster hurriedly swept the other things off the table, crumpled up the drawings and put them in his coat pocket, and rushed out the door, beckoning a car. With a roar, Kuster disappeared into the distance along with the car.

Mai Tian stuck out his head to look at the car in the distance, and then turned his head to look at Franz, repeating it several times, his face full of indecision.

When Franz saw him like this, he couldn't help but laugh and said:

"You stupid boy, although I am your direct boss, I still suggest you go and follow him at this moment."

After receiving his permission, Mai Tian made a running motion. Franz added:

"You're really stupid! You don't want to run over, he made it clear that he didn't want us to get involved. So, you go out and buy something to eat, and I'm hungry. ”

The wheat field lost its original sharp momentum, turned a little decadent, took the money from Franz's hand, walked outside sullenly, and closed the door.

Franz looked at the somewhat chaotic room, touched his hot head, then pulled down the curtains, and the room went dark again. He was lying in bed, and he and Custer hadn't slept all night the night, one discussing something.

Kuster had planned to draw drawings by himself, but his right hand was badly injured, and it was good to be able to move, and he was not very good at writing with his left hand, so he could not see things like ants crawling.

In desperation, Kuster glanced at Franz, who was sleeping, and when he woke him up, he was forcibly pulled over to be Kuster's assistant.

The moonlight and the two of them form an eerie picture: a man with a crippled right hand gives up his seat to a man with a crippled leg, and stands and directs him with his left hand what to draw. The man with the crippled leg also became more and more energetic and crazy the more he painted. Coupled with the white shirts they were wearing, people who don't know thought that the people from the mental hospital had believed in a cult and were doing some bad things.

Feeling the weight of his eyelids, Franz couldn't understand why Kuster was still running around in good spirits, while he was younger and more tired than him.

He closed his eyes, didn't think about them, and quickly fell asleep.

As for Kuster, he had arrived at the train station, where he was waiting for some people and his upcoming honor.