Various ministries were ordered to do so, and the area around the farm was extremely busy.
Of course, the small staff department is not qualified to compete with the behemoth of the theater headquarters for time. The officers can only pack up slowly and wait with regret.
The major general's staff officer was holding a featherless quill in his mouth, squatting beside the barn and counting carriages. He seemed to be doing nothing, but the sadness on his face was incompatible with the general's uniform.
"You're still young enough to have a beard, but you have two stars on your shoulders. How many lessons and drills do you have to take?" The red-nosed Brigadier General from the Operations Department suddenly appeared next to him, holding a big cake that had been chewed into a moon.
"Don't hold grudges. Brother Moya may have unpleasant words, but he is a good person. You are the treasures from the General Staff Department. After our group, the army will be fully supported by you. We will all rush forward together and defeat them all in one battle."
What a damn shame. Are you a kid from the old faction? What’s your name?”
"My name is James, James Allen." The major general staff officer took off the pen from his mouth and answered him, "My father is the old Imperial Earl, and I am a graduate of the Royal Academy. When His Majesty Cohen made a scene at the altar and was expelled from the Royal Academy, I was
Academy preparatory class. Later, our group of people joined the army under the order of His Majesty Old Xia Mai."
"I've seen your battle plan. A layman can't figure it out. You must have fought in a battle, right?"
"I have led soldiers, squads, squadrons, battalion commanders, regimental deputy, and served as a staff officer during the expeditionary force, and then I went to the General Staff Headquarters. Without a post at the corps level, the battle plan this time will be a joke."
"Hahaha, you think we have all done everything since we were promoted? Damn it! There are many of us who have gone from soldiers to squadron officers. There are also squad officers who have jumped from the third level to the regiment level. The lack of a level is nothing.
It mainly depends on your ability." The brigadier general showed his yellow teeth and said, "My name is Skunk, this is my real name. The Ministry of the Interior also gave me a name, Count Zielinburg."
"Count Qilinburg?" James looked at the other party, feeling a little frightened.
"You should call me skunk, or you can call me brother." The brigadier general said considerately, "There are three big pieces of the army cake, the dark, the new, the thirty-six, and the children of the old faction are at most a few grains of spice sprinkled on top.
If you can achieve this position, that's your ability. As the big boss said, we people are all reckless and can only block in front for a while, and we will have to look at you later."
"The big boss?" James asked, "Who is that?"
"Of course His Majesty Cohen!" Brigadier General Skunk chuckled, "Compared to this, Brother Moya is just the person in charge of the lobby... Oops!"
"Watch your tongue." Lieutenant General Moya retracted his foot and asked the skunk coldly, "I am in charge of the lobby, so who are you?"
"Brother is in charge of the lobby." Skunk said nonchalantly, "I'm in charge of the bathhouse."
"Stand in the corner!" Moya drove away the skunk, then looked at James who was standing at attention, "Is what he said correct?"
"Brother Skunk is right." James thought for a moment before replying, "Actually, the current war zone is just a country restaurant, and the merchant army is a noble guest. They ordered dishes that are not available in the store, but we have to make this business.
The staff department prepares a recipe that looks just like the real thing, and the operations department makes it. The actual combat troops are the waiters - the commander is the boss, and when the time is up, he has to ask the merchant army to collect the money!"
"That's roughly it. It's good that you can understand this." Moya nodded, his face softened a little, "Have you read the defensive war order issued by the General Staff to the entire territory?"
"I have a copy in my hand." James said, "It's just that I don't understand. Didn't His Majesty Cohen issue mobilization orders in the past?"
"His Majesty's mobilization order will not be issued immediately, but will only be used at the most critical moment." Moya whispered, "The cause of the war is not only a matter of the empire, the alliance, or even the third faith. The reasons behind it are very complicated. We
The war we are facing is only a small part of the whole. It looks fierce, but in fact it is just a prelude. The bigger war is still in the hands of Carlos and His Majesty."
"In the past two days, I have deliberately suppressed the staff. Your confusion was caused by me, and the purpose is to train you. In fact, what you are facing is just a battle, a very simple scene. Don't think about His Majesty and the President.
Things that are not your responsibility as a staff officer, you just need to use the materials at hand to prepare this recipe. After completing these combat plans, you have to transfer to actual command. This is also our old way of training staff officers -
The Jiaozi Mountain Front Army is our last mobile force, do you understand?"
"I must make good use of this force!" James said, "Sir, I just thought that the battle layout of the first and second lines is too formal and lacks some flexible and destructive elements. So I would like to suggest to the commander, send one or two mobile
The troops conduct large-scale raids to connect the first and second lines to form a local advantage when necessary. I recommend to the commander the command of the First Front Army in Dacheng..."
"Brigadier General Roman? He went on the road three days ago and will take over the independent army in the theater this afternoon." Moya nodded slightly, "I exchanged two major generals and subordinate troops for Roman, and of course, his batch
Dandy officers."
"Are they the troops that marched north a few days ago?" Major General James said worriedly, "Can these enemies be used together?"
"They are more suitable for the northern theater, just like Roman's southern theater." Moya smiled at the major general, "Take your time and take a look!"
"salute!"
After seeing off the commander, Major General James looked into the distance quietly, his eyes flickering. Brigadier General Skunk, who was still standing in the corner, heard his whisper: "The battle is about to start on the front line... Roman, you have to live."
Come down!"
Southern theater, border of second-line defense circle, small canal dock.
An anxious-looking lieutenant colonel led the entire Guards team to board the unmoored transport ship "Waiting Star". Without taking a breath, the lieutenant colonel assigned people on the deck to knock on the cabins one by one.
I asked questions at the door - I was busy clearing the fourth deck but still had no results, so I finally went to the bottom cabin.
"What is it for?" The bottom cabin, which is usually only used for loading cargo, is locked. Two officers in military judge uniforms are sitting at the door. "This place has been requisitioned by the review court. Go somewhere else!"
"Looking for someone!" The lieutenant colonel looked at the two military judges suspiciously, and pointed his riding whip at the lock on the door, "What's inside?"
"What else can the review chamber bring? Prisoners, of course." The military judge replied, "Prisoners who were ordered to be escorted."
"Sir, it's a bit strange." Someone behind the lieutenant colonel whispered, "This ship is going to our regiment, but we have not received any news of prisoners!"
"Isn't this simple?" the lieutenant colonel straightened his collar, "open the hatch, I want to see the people inside."
"Go, go, what's the fuss about? What's interesting about the prisoners?" The military judge was very impatient, "Be careful, I'll arrest you!"
"Follow me?" the lieutenant colonel pointed with his hand, and four people rushed up behind him, pressing the two military judges against the bulkhead. The shiny tip of the knife was placed directly between the opponent's legs, and he shouted
Not clean.
As soon as the heavy door opened, the turbid and humid air rushed in. The lieutenant colonel frowned and stepped in, but what he saw was not the swaying and dirty prisoners, but about twenty soldiers sitting upright.
They all had their epaulettes and cap badges removed, but judging from the materials and styles of their military uniforms, they were of high rank before. After the door was opened, their eyes moved over neatly, and the coldness in their eyes was frightening.
Jump!
"Well, I'm disturbing you all." The lieutenant colonel said with a smile, "I just came to ask, do any of you know Brigadier General Roman? He is the former commander of the First Front Army in Dacheng, Brigadier General Roman."
"Why are you looking for him?" A strong man stood up near the door, his fists were as big as rice bowls and made a rattling sound.
"Don't embarrass others." A bearded officer stood up from the crowd and walked up to the lieutenant colonel in a few steps. "Don't worry, they have been dangling in the sky for a day and dangling on the water for a day. Everyone is a little irritable. Why, this is still okay.
Are you going to deal with me before we get to the city?"
"Deal with it? No, no, no." the lieutenant colonel asked doubtfully, "Then you are..."
"I am Roman." Under the dim light, this calm and mighty man said, "Commander of the former First Front Army in Dacheng."
"Salute!" The people blocking the door saluted neatly, and the lieutenant colonel said loudly: "The Southern Theater Command is directly under the independent corps, the 1st detachment of the guard battalion of the corps headquarters! We have been ordered to come to greet the new corps commander, Major General Roman, and his entourage.
Sirs!"
"You are mistaken." Roman replied, "I used to be a brigadier general, and I am going to the city to be tried this time."
"That's right, sir! You are our corps commander! Your rank was verified by Lieutenant General Moya, the commander-in-chief of the theater, personally with the General Staff. Your positions have been promoted, and we have brought you new military uniforms."
The lieutenant colonel finished speaking in one breath, then turned to his subordinates and said, "Kick these two prostitutes - quickly find a place for all the officers to change their clothes!"
Amidst the screams and protests of the military judge, the down-and-out officers who were confused about the situation were washed and changed, and then lined up on the front deck to receive the latest appointments and promotion orders from the headquarters in the city. In this order
Here, Roman was not only proven blameless, he was also awarded for his accurate judgment in enemy territory and strong command. The gold star on his shoulder patch that had been lonely for several years finally found a companion.
"Is this already the front line of the southern war zone?" Roman, who had changed his military uniform, held a small cloth bag in his hand and asked the lieutenant colonel, "Where are the people who are waiting in the city? I have something to ask someone to take back."
"No, sir, we have already left the second-line security zone. This waterway is classified and will be closed immediately. The things and people on the ship are all destined for our legion. The last ship." The lieutenant colonel shook his head, "
The situation is very tense, and the battle order has been issued across the entire territory. No one will turn back on this front line. We came here yesterday with the order from the headquarters."
"Understood." Major General Roman stuffed the cloth bag into his arms, "The two military judges haven't been killed yet, right?"
"After all, he is a military judge, so we don't dare to hit him hard."
"Just tell them to fight hard and don't break their breath." Major General Roman showed a tough and dandy style and said nonchalantly, "Tell me about the situation of the independent army and the front line. The more detailed the better."
"I have them all with me." The Lieutenant Colonel of the Guards nodded, "Two staff officers also came with the team to report to the commander."
After traveling along the river for half a day, the transport ship turned into a tributary, stopped and dived into a lake, and finally disappeared into the dense forest waterway. A day later, the Star of Waiting docked at the temporary station of the Independent Legion, and Major General Roman and his party
People finally saw their own army - the independent army was hidden very deep. The military camps were spread over a hundred miles around, using thousands of miles of virgin forest as cover, moving quickly through dense waterways, and even moving along in some areas.
Needless to say, they can dig underground passages and caves along the underground river. They can even produce non-staple food by themselves!
While he is happy, Major General Roman still has a little regret, because although the establishment of the independent corps has reached the size of the front army, it is not currently full. There are only two-thirds of the soldiers in the camp - two motorized infantry regiments and one assault infantry regiment.
, a mountain infantry regiment, a Guards Cavalry regiment, and a remote equipment regiment. These nearly 20,000 troops have formed a powerful assault force.
Coupled with the troops directly under the headquarters and various special arms establishments, the independent army is fully capable of conducting small and medium-sized battles, and its battlefield self-sustainability is also of the highest standard. It is more powerful than the First Front Army in Waiting for the City previously commanded by Brigadier General Roman.
The missing troops are a logging battalion, an exploration battalion, a planting battalion, a road construction battalion, two construction battalions, two pioneer battalions, and two raft battalions. Obviously, these troops were temporarily transferred from other places.
We haven't arrived yet because of the long journey. Although the combat effectiveness of the logistics troops is not as good as that of the main battle troops, they are regular troops after all, and they can still produce results when used well. Moreover, after the war begins, these troops can effectively support the battle...
But units like the planting camps are embarrassing. Will this war last that long? Do we really want to grow our own cassava?
The heads of the legion met their new commander on the dock. Knowing the major general's worries, the liaison officer stationed in the legion explained: "These logistics troops are strengthened by the general headquarters for our legion. There probably is not much reserve for the city."
We have no choice but to mobilize these production troops for emergency response. The road is too far and it will take them about ten days to arrive."
"I understand this, and it's not that I can't understand it." Major General Roman said, "It's just that the situation on the front line is getting more and more urgent day by day. I'm worried that before they arrive, there will already be a fight here."
"Sir, this is the latest order we received." The confidential officer opened the folder, "The signature is Lieutenant General Moya."
"Nian." Upon hearing this name, Roman's face felt unnatural for a moment.
"The operational purpose of the independent corps is to cooperate with the frontal defense operations in the theater and reduce the pressure on the front line. The scope includes all areas on the third front of the theater. In the absence of special orders, the independent corps has the right to formulate tactics and independently determine the combat time and reinforcement targets depending on the situation.
The theater command does not issue hard instructions on targets to attack, etc. Everything is measured based on what is beneficial to the overall war situation..."
This was simply an order that indulged and even indulged the independent legion, leaving the officers present speechless.
"This battle has finally become interesting." A pleasant smile appeared on Roman's face, "I'm hungry, let's eat."
I don’t know whether it was Roman’s crow’s mouth that was effective or the Southern Merchant Regiment’s limited strength. Anyway, on the second day after Major General Roman arrived at the Independent Army, when he had just taken over the army, news of the Merchant Regiment’s unusual movements came from the front.
——They gathered nearly 250,000 troops, divided into four attack groups and rushed to the front line of the war zone!
"There are 100,000 troops directly under the Southern Merchant Corps, 100,000 vassal troops, and 50,000 temporarily recruited troops, all of which have just been redressed. In addition, there are 100,000 follow-up troops of the Merchant Corps who are stepping up their redress." The intelligence officer pretended to be calm.
reported to Roman, "And we have two frontal defense points on the front line, and there are fewer garrison troops."
"Less...how much is that?" Roman asked.
"Four thousand five hundred people," the intelligence officer said, "two border guard regiments and a sub-theater headquarters."
"Sir!" A colonel stood up and said, "Our mission is to support, please give us the order!"
"Our mission is to reduce the pressure on the battlefield. We haven't started fighting yet, so why are we rushing for reinforcements?" Roman slowly fiddled with the roster in his hand, "Can't you stand it, there are brothers at the front?"
"No." The colonel shook his head, "But... the former commander of our legion is in the current war zone!"
"I see, then we should..." Roman nodded in relief, "Wish him good luck."
"You..." The colonel's next words were suppressed by Roman's eyes.
"Your reaction tells me that you can only be a captain." The new major general who took over the army narrowed his eyes and said to him solemnly, "Now I order you to report to the 11th Infantry Battalion and serve as the adjutant of the Stormtroopers.
."
The "Colonel" who was demoted three levels in an instant was stunned, and then he saluted in the calm eyes of Major General Roman and turned around to meet his new destiny. The officers who were still in the room were speechless. When they looked at the Major General,
There was a hint of fear in his eyes.
"Today." Roman, who had just shown his official power, walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside, "What day is it?"
"Sir, today is the eighth day after zero hour of the war!"
"The movements of the Nanshang regiment are really slow." Roman turned around and said, "Order that, except for the reconnaissance troops, the entire regiment should shrink and hide! If anyone is discovered by them, I will personally fill him into the cesspool!"
"Yes!" the officer from the operations department asked cautiously, "but...how long will we remain hidden?"
"Let's hide in the front and fall, and then we'll see." Roman's words were gentle, but the officers couldn't feel a trace of humanity in them, "I'm hungry, let's eat." (To be continued)