The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow - The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow chapter 222

221 – Tank Defense (5) – Battle of Aros

When Orlando I heard about the terrible truth of the battle against Aros, he fell into serious trouble. The defensive war is going on longer than expected.

Reinhalt must occupy the plains of Aros in order to maintain the offensive.

Pollania must protect the plains of Aros in order not to lose the strategic location.

The blood was being splattered by the mischievous Uk ranian youths who got caught in the middle.

15,000 Casualties on one front. It was the worst report card he’d ever received since he ascended the throne.

If he had gone to college, he would have been relentlessly given an F and had to repeat the course.

However, retakes do not exist on the battlefield. The warriors of the reverse were crumbled on the land of that other region. No matter what they do, their lives won’t come back.

“If we hadn’t exterminated the Command Groups earlier, they would have been very angry.”

Orlando I said with a shudder. It was clear that they would have jumped into the battlefield and resurrected their own army, Polania’s army, and even Reinhalt’s army as corpses and had fun.

And the problem wasn’t just the crazy number of casualties.

“Another disturbing movement is being observed in the border area facing Lunetsk.”

“What the hell are the Northern Forces of Polania doing?”

“It looks like the cumulative damage from the sustained battle is considerable. It’s been quite some time since we shut ourselves in the trenches and switched our defenses.”

“This is boring.”

Orlando I bit his lip. War Minister Ernst Pell’s expression was also not very good.

It was clear that if things went on like this, the future of Uk ran, which had been barely saved, would collapse once more.

As in the past and now, Uk ran’s biggest enemy was Sobie, not Reinhardt.

What on earth did we cooperate with Polania for? Wasn’t it to keep the empire in check on the consumption that still couldn’t stop the aggression ambition?

“I can’t. I have to finish it now. If it continues like this, there will be no turning back.”

It is a country that worked together and strengthened friendship until just last year. Enoch Levandel also tended to value the relationship with Reinhalt more than the Free Democratic Republic of Fru.

Now, due to various political things, we were aiming guns at each other.

Originally, it was a country that did not have to fight each other.

Humans are creatures of oblivion. If this kind of meaningless slaughter continues in the future, neither Reinhardt nor Uk ran will be able to forgive each other.

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“Request a meeting with the Emperor of Reinhalt. He must have felt something after seeing Aros’ terrible report card.”

The Emperor of Reinhalt, whom Orlando I met, was a more communicative opponent than the Empire of Soviet. Although he had strong nationalist tendencies, he was a man who knew how to see the great nation.

It would be better if it was better than a bloody emperor who puts on the mask of nationalism and puts the people on the front lines.

“I will deliver it right away through the informal diplomatic line.”

Anyway, Polania is not in a position to negotiate. In a situation where it was obvious that if the Uk ranians left immediately, both sides would be eaten up, the president of Polania, Yuzef, had virtually lost his say in the war.

In this way, King Orlando I’s request for a meeting was delivered to Reinhalt’s Imperial Palace.

I got an immediate reply.

[I want to meet you in Gdankow.]

Anyway, it seemed that Orlando I was not the only one who got tired of Aros.

***

Sergeant Ridwock opened his eyes at an unfamiliar ceiling. He immediately jumped up from his seat and retrieved his gun.

Originally guarding the Lunetsk area as a member of the 6th Division, he was recruited as an elite force and assigned to the 34th Infantry Division of the 6th Corps under the Polania Expeditionary Force and put into the defense of Aros.

And a month there.

It was enough to make Leadwork obsessive about safety.

The voices of comrades were still clear in my ears.

-Sergeant Leadwork!!

-James! Theory! Grab the machine gun!

-I can’t see. I can’t see my eyes…… !!

-Damn it! Max! Grab the machine gun instead of Ron!

-Enemy shells fall aaa!

Gunshots. Bang. Scream. Shout.

I could feel the first smoke smell coming from the tip of his nose.

But the gun was nowhere to be seen. He was about to panic, his head pounding, his breathing quickening, and he heard a familiar voice.

“Recruit, calm down.”

It was a low pitched voice, but that’s why it was all the more certain. Reedwok turned his head in the direction he had come from at the sound.

There was a man lying on a white bed looking at him. His bushy beard made it difficult to recognize at first glance, but the glare of his eyes beneath his short-cropped hair reminded him of the Lunetsk trench lines.

“Rick…… Boss?”

“Call me a lieutenant. No, he might be a lieutenant now.”

A look of joy came over Ridwok’s face. And that joy soon turned to sadness.

The seat where the right arm was supposed to be was obviously empty, because the patient’s gown was fluttering. Rick Hanson noticed that the lead wok’s eyes were on his right arm, and he let out a chuckle.

“I already received a lot of medals, but now I’m going to receive the last remaining ‘invalid soldier’s badge’. I really didn’t want to receive that.”

“What happened?”

“I was lucky. Shell fragments missed. They tried to find the arm, but it was completely torn in cross section, so they couldn’t even repair it.”

“… ….”

Rydwick was transported with gunshot wounds. It pierced her thigh and side, but she was fortunate to survive thanks to first aid from a mage belonging to the assault corps nearby.

It was a serious injury, but the moment he saw Rick missing one of his arms for the rest of his life, Reidwok felt the throbbing pain subside.

“I’m really sorry… ….”

“All right. You should consider this as a decoration. If I meet Colonel Claude later, it won’t be a problem.”

Rick Hanson was still the same even though he lost his arm. It was then. The closed curtain opened and a dark-haired woman appeared.

“Rick.”

“Colonel Bell Meyer.”

Rydwick, too, was someone she had once heard of. Ruby-red eyes that matched her jet-black hair.

Because he was a blue mage and legendary medical officer who was praised as an angel in white by Uk ranian soldiers.

The mage who saved Rydwick was also a member of the assault force she led. Bell Meyer also had a second most unfortunate celebrity in the Uk ranian military.

“…… Thank you for being alive.”

“No.”

At Bell’s words, Rick scratched the back of her head. The upright and seasoned senior noncommissioned officer he had seen on the Lunetsk front was nowhere to be found, and he now looked like a mere soldier.

The most affectionate comradeship. Come to think of it, did I mention that the two of them have been in a relationship since the 8th Assault Magic Infantry Battalion?

Reidwok suddenly thought of how many people she could have met again among the people she had formed there.

‘It must be remarkably small.’

That was a question that didn’t even need to be asked. All of Aros was a place where all Uk ranian elite forces were put in, and regardless of whether they were elite forces or recruits, they were divided equally.

Every time I closed my eyes, the scenery of the battlefield, reminiscent of the smell of blood, came to my mind in my darkened vision.

Ridwock raised his arm, picked up an old canteen that lay beside him, and drank.

The water in the canteen tasted like sour iron.

***

It’s been a month and two weeks since the war broke out across Aros.

The front has fallen into a lull.

Trenches were taken and taken every day, fighter jets launched and crashed, artillery fire continued to fall, and what remained on the frontlines was neither hostility towards each other nor fighting spirit.

Void.

Endless Void.

They are exhausted.

No Uk ran, no Polania, no Reinhardt.

There was no one anywhere who would exchange his life for no more meaning.

Command no longer issued orders. The field commanders just smoked cigarettes and tossed out nonsensical jokes.

The toxic protruding trench line, in fact, the troops deployed in a position to reach their noses exchanged supplies at night, crossing each other’s trench line.

It was an obvious disorderly conduct, and it was a transfer act that could be punished by firing squad under military law.

Even the military police who were supposed to manage them had let go of everything, so it was practically no different than a truce.

And also, all of that was being done under the tacit connivance of the Uk ranian Expeditionary Force headquarters.

Even the Polania army, which is its own people, is acting passively, so what is the reason for the foreign Uk ranians to be active?

And finally.

August 12th.

After a long silence, the Polania cabinet issued a statement at the national level.

Of course, this was a statement made after meeting and discussing the leaders of the three countries of Polania, Uk ran, and Reinhardt in Gdanskow prior to the discourse.

Even though the feelings between Polania and Reinhardt intensified in the middle.

It is a story that will be revealed later that President Joseph Faust kept his mouth shut as soon as he presented the bill of Uk ran, which suffered 30,000 victims even in the face of an obvious enemy, the Soviet Empire, along with King Orlando I’s active intervention.

Anyway, Polania handed over the territory of Gdankov to Reinhalt, and undertook peace as a condition of repaying war reparations.

As Reinhalt accepted him, the Southern Front came to an abrupt end.

“The war with Reinhalt is over!”

“Then are you going to my house?”

The soldiers on the battlefield were relieved to know that they had survived Hell in the end.

Reality doesn’t work that easily.

“The offensive of the Soviet Empire is getting stronger and stronger.”

“Now is the time to finally break the tough ties.”

Instead of the southern part, where the fire was urgently turned off.

The Uk ranians had to turn their guns to the north again.

Not the war between Reinhalt and Polania.

For a ‘real’ Uk ranian war.