The judgments and instructions of the General Staff are now only conveyed to the first level of the front-line command structure, and the middle- and lower-level commanders of the front-line troops are not qualified enough to listen to the opinions of the senior staff members. But most people believe that the appearance of the "City of Condors" was a harbinger of an imminent large-scale offensive on Charlemagne's side. Charlemagne will inevitably drive thousands of soldiers and technical weapons to form an overwhelming tsunami to rush on the Siegfried Line, making up for or even completely suppressing the technological superiority of the Wehrmacht with absolute numerical superiority. Eventually, he tore a big hole in the Siegfried line and rushed towards Alfheim.

Soldiers who don't want to be promoted don't exist in this world. If there is, it must be a liar who pretends to be a soldier in a military uniform.

As far as the common sense of military personnel is concerned, it is a matter of course to aspire to get ahead, just as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the alternation of day and night is generally an inevitable phenomenon and truth. The remaining small group of unmotivated guys will also be full of energy in the face of easy to start and low-risk military exploits.

If there is a guy who is only one step away from changing into a general's epaulettes, and who is still favored by the top and has a promising future, he still lacks interest in promotion performance, this guy is either mentally problematic or purely an unsociable "outlier".

Such an "outlier" is now among the generals and academies of the Defense Forces, and he is still deserting at the high-level joint meeting with many elite soldiers, and his mind is full of the shameful idea of "finishing and returning to the dormitory as soon as possible."

"Captain Miracle", "Colonel Black Tea", "All Waste from the Neck Down" - Parsifal was also unmotivated today, staring at the sketchbook with dead fish-like eyes to write and draw, and his head was full of black tea brewed by Private Thulet.

The high-level joint meeting of the army and air force coordinated with the army and the air force to carry out interactive discussions and communication on a series of issues ranging from the coordinated distribution of strategic and tactical tasks to logistics control and troop garrisoning. To put it bluntly, it is to avoid the emergence of a peacemaker organization like Charlemagne's military confrontation that has developed into a madness. It is the existential significance of the joint meeting to quarrel behind closed doors and resolve internally after the quarrel is over, so as to prevent the intensification and expansion of contradictions.

There are contradictions between different branches of the armed forces of various countries, and basically they are all caused by the problem of money. After all, there are so many military budgets and resources, and if some people take more, others will share less. The number of times you fight for the budget is more, and those who have no hatred also have hatred. But it's really rare to make a fuss like Charlemagne. No, the joint meeting of the defense forces in front of us was very happy, warm and harmonious. The officers and men of the Air Force, Army, and Military Police smoked cigars, smiling lightly, and occasionally making a joke or two as a lubricant to liven up the atmosphere, giving the illusion that this was a tea party rather than a serious military meeting.

Such a relaxed and comfortable military meeting, looking at the military history of the world, will only appear at this moment.

Dull and rigid enemies, safe and sturdy fortresses, delicious food, daily hot baths, high-class hotel-like living facilities and complete logistics—such an easy and safe job is indeed not easy to give birth to quarrels, and the joint meetings that should have been tense and-for-tat have calmed down a lot.

What makes Parsifal unable to fit in, or even sit still, is precisely the "peaceful atmosphere" that permeates the conference room.

(Victory is also a drug.) ）

Enduring the anxiety and helplessness, Parsifal, who was cowering in the corner, sneered.

Military victories bring glorious glory and supreme exuberance. Not only the soldiers, but also the people are willing to revel in it, expecting more and greater victories, thirsting for more benefits, and people are also seeking more mental stimulation. Just like drinking, when the initial thrill becomes accustomed to the thrill and no longer brings pleasure, they will seek stronger drinks to relive the previous pleasure. Repeat the cycle, never stop.

Excessive drinking is deadly, indulging in the myth of military romanticism, and also damaging the health of the giant creature of the "country", and in serious cases, it will also kill you, Charlemagne in front of you is a vivid example, indulging in the pleasure brought by expansion again and again, blindly believing that force can solve everything, and with the help of God, he will definitely win to the end, all the way to destruction.

(Our country is not as serious as that, but at the moment of the great enemy, is it so easy?) Even if it is a deliberate show to stabilize the morale of the military, this style is a bit excessive, and to put it badly, it is to take war as a child's play.) It was only a tentative attack by a group of exhausted, hungry and badly attritioned enemy troops, and if that was known, it was such a group of inconsiderate and careless people who were in charge of the Siegfried Line, which kept the country alive and at stake...... Huh?wait?)

The strong sense of disobedience that came from touching a certain point put an end to Parsifal's endless complaints about the chiefs, and the opening of a narrow door through a gap took his train of thought to a new fast lane.

Is that Lord Sensed ignorant of the status quo and of the unusual atmosphere of the Joint Conference? Your Excellency the Omniscient and Omnipotent Dictator, who sits in the center of a spider's web and weaves countless schemes?

Only this, by no means.

Even if people all over the world lose their minds, that one will still look at the world with a completely calm and objective gaze. This is not a blind belief in "all the qualities of the Chosen One", but Parsifal's conclusion based on objective facts after a long period of observation and analysis of the strategies and actions that it implies—that one is always right at all times and in all circumstances.

So he would never know about the scene in front of him, and even this was a play staged under his behest.

(This drama will be staged, most likely because the main direction of attack is not here, and the task of the Siegfried line is to feint...... No, it should be a magnet that attracts the enemy's vital forces one after another, and when the time is right, it will turn into an anvil with the real main attack and smash the enemy army like a fish belly with one blow......!!)

"Colonel Parsifal!

A voice of obvious impatience cut off Parsifal's thoughts at high speed, pulling him back into reality.

The unhappiness of being interrupted only existed for a moment, and the moment a face that was about to explode was reflected in the retina, the conditioned reflexes that had been cultivated for a long time quickly urged the body to make a series of movements, stand upright, salute, and hide the unhappy expression - the whole action was done in one go, almost dragging the deserted captain out with a "military spirit injection stick" Vice Admiral Felix Kischel, commander of the Floating Fleet, who had been well instructed and corrected, barely suppressed his anger and said in a tone that was as gentle as possible, but anyone could hear the smell of gunpowder:

"The garrison of the fortress has just analyzed the movements of the enemy army, and in order to brainstorm and broaden their thinking, the young officer may wish to express his opinion as well. You take the lead and share your opinion. ”

Dozens of pairs of eyes "brushed" to turn to Parsifal, some sympathetic, some gloating, some looking forward to, some frowning, and more eating melons onlookers. In this regard, Parsifal had no other way but to express his helplessness, he was not willing to be promoted so quickly, and the envy and jealousy of others were not something he could stop, and the question of the chief—even if he knew that it was for you to wear small shoes and toss you—must be answered. Even if he doesn't take things like the morality of a soldier and the spirit of a martial artist to heart, he can't be sorry for his salary and pension, right?

After a quick gathering of thoughts, Parsifal replied aloud:

"The subordinate officer believes that the main intention of the enemy's action of dispatching air fortresses is to carry out a feint offensive operation to contain our army's air combat strength and induce our army to adjust its deployment. ”

Lieutenant General Kischel raised an eyebrow in the conference room, and Lieutenant General Joachim Kemp, commander of the Iserren Battery garrison, looked a little more interested in the playful look. Neither of the two highest-ranking officers present stopped the discussion among their officers - the joint meeting was supposed to be an occasion where it was allowed to say anything, and if everything was hidden, and the different branches of the army in the same trench were guarded against thieves, then simply report to Charlemagne's army and navy.

On the other hand, it's also a great opportunity to inject a dose of sobering medicine into the people below.

As Parsifal lamented, "Victory is a drug". The top brass of the defense forces are also vigilant and worried about the mental state of the officers and men after successive victories. Especially those generals and colonels who watched from beginning to end or single-handedly pushed Charlemagne to the road of crazy death, bastards who didn't take their opponents seriously after winning a few battles with their subordinates, the generals were simply eager to drag out and beat them to death with the "military spirit injection stick". lest they kill themselves and lose their precious soldiers. Originally, this joint meeting planned to catch a few typical examples and repair them, so as to put a good stop to the unhealthy tendencies of underestimating the enemy and arrogance in the ranks. It happened that Lieutenant General Kishel caught Parsifal distracted, and he was a representative of the young generals who were quickly promoted after the war, so it was appropriate to use it as a monkey to kill chickens, so he named Parsifal.

Originally, the next drama should have been for the two lieutenant generals to comment on Parsifal's proposal, pick a bone out of the egg, reprimand it sharply, and then lead the joint meeting in the direction of the style review conference. I never thought that Parsifal would bring them an unexpected "surprise" as soon as he came up.

"Feints, with such a huge fortress?"

Vice Admiral Kischel stroked the table, his muffled question sounding like mockery, and the slightly raised corners of the fleet commander's mouth gave the impression of mockery and sarcasm. Many people are convinced that Parsifal will be embarrassed.