"My troops know better than any Charlemagne how to fight in the mountains. But...... It is clear that our opponents know much more than all Charlemagnes know when it comes to understanding our nature and combat habits. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Bitrich spread his hands helplessly, and said with a tired face:

"The adversaries do not engage us head-on, they rely on the terrain, constantly disrupt the transport lines, and occasionally blend in with the general population, attacking guards or lone soldiers. Because of the ban, we can't fight back with strong force, we can't use indiscriminate violence, the Aboriginal people are completely uncooperative, and there is no progress in the investigation of the perpetrators, which is a serious blow to morale. Now the officers can control their emotions and suppress the dissatisfaction and anger of the soldiers, but once the officers are out of control, I can hardly guarantee that they will not take their anger out on the common people. ”

In fact, officers want to vent their anger more than soldiers. You must know that the culture of the barracks in Alfheim is one heart, the barracks is regarded as a big family, comrades-in-arms are their brothers and siblings, and their subordinates are like children. For those outstanding commanders who are full of enterprising spirit and considerate of their subordinates, it is okay for their subordinates to die in the rain of bullets on the frontal battlefield, and it is the fate of soldiers to die on the battlefield. However, a group of carefully trained technical and automobile soldiers who fiddled with equipment worth tens of thousands of marks all day were killed by a group of mud-legged men with bird guns and pitchforks, which really made the officers' hearts twist. If it weren't for reason, it would still work, and the superiors would have appeased them in time, not to mention arresting innocent villagers and publicly executing them to vent their anger, I was afraid that the villages along the communication line would have been slaughtered.

Don't think they can't do it, the "Prince Eugen" brigade, from the officers to the minions, is all mountain elves, and they are fierce and chase after the Seres mercenaries and the Duchy Cossacks, and the methods against the enemy are not far less bloody and cruel. You must know that the mountain people have not cared much about the law since ancient times, and they only abide by the "rules of the mountains", that is, washing blood with blood and returning a tooth for a tooth. In the mountain elves, there is even a rule of "blood revenge", that is, if a relative is killed, the prisoner must be found and the prisoner's head must be used to pay tribute to the undead. No matter how many years ago, future generations must go for revenge. If you don't have a family or heir, then your friends and even the entire village will take on the responsibility of seeking revenge, and you won't die anyway. After the migration to Alfheim, this rule was no longer enforced, but the obsession with revenge had long since seeped into the blood of his descendants, and if provoked by these pointy-eared barbarians, anything terrible could befall the Charlemagne mountain people. At that time, Charlemagne could only pray that he would die as soon as possible so that he would not suffer more torture and insults.

"So I have to make it clear to you that we don't have a lot of time, and if we drag it out any longer, we can only apply for a change of defense, or ask the upper peak to bring us enough ammunition to carry out a 'final solution' to Evian and the surrounding area. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Bitlich's voice was as low as ever, but anyone could hear the murderous aura that was about to overflow in his words.

The indiscriminate use of violence against civilians is bound to damage the honour of the Defence Force, but no one wants to blame Lieutenant Colonel Bitlich on this issue. Anyone who does this kind of thing will be angry, and Lieutenant Colonel Bitlich is already very tolerant. Whoever wants to chirp crookedly, you can jump out and say, since you can go up and try it?

Originally, the "Prince Eugen" brigade was formed with the goal of a rapid reaction composite brigade, with a total of 3,478 officers and men, and under its jurisdiction was an artillery regiment, four infantry battalions, a chemical defense battalion, an engineer battalion, a vigilance and reconnaissance company, a training team, a communications company, a repair company, a health team, and an automobile company. It might be more appropriate to say that it is not so much a brigade as a compressed version of a rapid response division.

The rapid reaction force tends to attack in the direction of its operation, and it is a bit of a nondescript task for such a force to serve as a local garrison. It's not that they're not good at defending, it's just that they're better at attacking. What's more, compared with the long border line and lofty mountains, more than 3,000 soldiers can't even make a splash when they are all smashed. As a result, the troops were confined to a small area centred on Evian, constantly patrolling important communication lines, while railway stations or important bridges were defended by heavily garrisoned bunkers or bunkers, surrounded by barbed wire and minefields.

This alone accounted for almost a third of the brigade's strength, and even then, the long roads, railways, and surrounding areas were almost undefended. In the face of frequent ambushes and sabotage of transport lines, the troops were completely exhausted and unable to take precautions, and every time they received a radio signal for help, the rescue troops would immediately rush to the scene, and every time they just went out, they would encounter a series of troubles, and rocks rolling down to block the way, and triangular nails everywhere, and occasionally crashing into various improvised explosive devices. By the time they reached the site of the attack, all that was left was a pile of blackened truck wreckage and corpses strewn across the ground.

If the cold guns on the patrols and guards are also included, the total losses are also unbearable for elite units such as the "Prince Eugen" brigade.

Their thirst for revenge, their desire to tear those damned guerrillas and their relatives to shreds and throw them to the bottom of hell grows stronger every minute. So much so that a rational officer like Lieutenant Colonel Bitlich could not contain his emotions, and demanded a change of guard or an ammunition to wash all the surrounding villages to avenge his men.

The participants could understand the mood and thoughts of the lieutenant colonel, but they did not dare and could not agree with the lieutenant colonel's proposal, after all, it was a task assigned by the General Staff, and at this time, retreating or killing all the villagers would be equivalent to all the preliminary work in vain, and no one could afford to take this responsibility.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant Colonel, Your Excellency understands your feelings. On the issue of suppressing bandits, the subordinate officers must reiterate that this operation is a task assigned by the General Staff Headquarters, and the entire process of the operation must be reported. In addition, His Majesty ......"

Dressed in the black uniform of the Pro-Guard and carrying the epaulettes of a major with two bars and one star on his shoulders, the young officer paused, and the officers present quickly puffed up their chests.

"Your Majesty is also following the progress of this operation, which is the first time that our army has tried counter-guerrilla tactics in a complex geographical environment and under special conditions, and the results will have a significant impact on the development of future tactics. What's more, the operation also involves international relations, and any unplanned action could tarnish the image of the empire, bog it into diplomatic difficulties, and damage His Majesty's prestige. So ......"

"I know, I know, Major Georgsky. ”

Lieutenant Colonel Bitlich waved his hand.

"In this matter, we, the on-site enforcement units, simply do not have the power and room to make our own decisions. We will act in accordance with the orders of the General Staff and His Majesty, and you can rest assured of this. ”

"The Guards also regret the losses suffered by your department. It is believed that it will not be long before the time will come for the Blade Thugs to pay tribute to the Heroic Spirits, so please bear with me until then. Now is the critical juncture of the entire operational plan, and the collection and analysis of intelligence and the targeted training of troops have not yet been completed. It is important to keep this in mind that reckless action at this time will inevitably give the rebels an opportunity to take advantage of it. ”

"Your Excellency Major's opinion of the bandits is very high. The other party is just a rabble, and they have done everything they can to survive just to survive. Will they have the wisdom and the leeway to notice changes in international relations and make use of them?"

An army captain raised his hand to ask, his uniform was no different from the regular army uniform, except for the addition of a circle of embroidered armbands in floral fonts on the cuffs - Brandenburger.

"Captain Wolfram Kirchner, the matter concerning the traitors is a highly confidential matter, and I will not say much about it, and Your Excellency had better not ask about it again. There is only one thing you need to remember, and that is that the opponents that His Majesty the Emperor will personally care about have their own merits. If you treat it as an ordinary rebel, you will take it lightly, for fear that you will be bitten by a rat forced into a corner. ”

"Your advice will be taken to heart. His Excellency Major of the Personal Guard of Caspar Georgsky. ”

The werewolf's golden pupils reflected a cold glow, and he stared coldly at the commander of the armed spy commando. Bearing a sword-like gaze, Captain Kirchner retracted his smile and bowed slightly in reply.