The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow - The Difference Is Like Between a Dog and a Cow chapter 223

222 – Take Your Breath (1) – Defending the Borders of Polania

The Bezura frontline, especially the Aros area where the fierce battle took place, was organized surprisingly quickly. As reinforcements were signed between Reinhardt and Polania, soldiers from each camp moved the wounded and recovered the bodies.

Soldiers who, just a few days ago, were frantically pulling the trigger at each other, come out of the damp, unpleasant trenches to greet each other with empty eyes.

A Uk ranian soldier hugs his gun and salutes the dead Reinhardt’s soldier.

A Reinhardt’s soldier picks up the dog tag of an unknown Polania soldier abandoned on the battlefield and returns it to his comrades-in-arms.

Those who were dragged and sacrificed in an avoidable war.

Pollania lost Gdankov, and Reinhardt and the irreplaceable warriors of Uk ran lost.

As much as the sudden beginning of the war, the sudden end of the war left only a thick layer of futility and requiem for the dead.

***

“Rumia Blue, commander of the 7th Mobile Brigade, has returned.”

“It was a lot of hard work.”

I looked at her silver-haired officer as she saluted, and I hugged her tightly. She was the most protruding of the 87th Division and her brigade, which penetrated deep into enemy lines.

There was a moment of despair when I was completely surrounded by enemies and almost annihilated.

Through her quick and appropriate judgment, Rumia completely destroyed the enemy’s attack and consumed her remaining offensive capabilities.

The person I dealt with was Johannes von Weissenberg.

For me who knew what a great person he was, Lumia just felt so special.

“Four, Commander…… It’s dirty because I couldn’t wash properly in the field……. I can smell it.”

Rumia tried to look away from her as if she was embarrassed. I patted her on the back and replied.

“It’s not dirty. It is a proof of honor.”

“Yes…… Because you speak well then and now.”

“It really doesn’t smell. It’s the usual smell of flesh, what?”

“Muh, what are you talking about!! Evidence…… !!!”

Pak, Rumia hurriedly pushed me away. It was a pretty funny reaction. It was also perfect for cooling off her head, which was about to burst from watching her unanswered war situation for a while.

“But shouldn’t we head north now?”

Yes.

I’m joking around with Lumia, but actually my work is still unfinished.

No.

If you think about it, we haven’t even started yet, let alone finished.

“First of all, the 7th Brigade will go into a temporary reorganization.”

“Yes.”

The commander, Lumia, didn’t seem to disagree. She seems to have determined that she, too, clearly needed a reorganization.

In the first place, manpower is not something that can be brought in as if it were produced in a factory.

The empire is also swayed by a manpower shortage due to the North’s consumption of digging up idiots from the fields right now.

“The 87th division is also on standby.”

“Yes?!”

Rumia asked in a startled voice. Her purple eyes, resembling amethyst, twinkled.

“Well then, what about Commander Enoch Levandel…… ?”

“An urgent request has come from the Expeditionary Force Headquarters. The loss in the fight against Reinhalt was too great.”

Anyway, I had just returned from Expeditionary Force Headquarters today. The Soviet Empire continued to pressurize the Polania army through their long-term breakthrough strategy.

Unlike the early days of the war, when it was originally close to successive deployments, now it has come to the point where they are trying to expand the war effort by forming a really proper 1st and 2nd faction.

‘It’s all because of the goddamn Polania…… I just increased my skills and consumption for no reason.’

But it was inevitable. The fight against the Soviet Empire through cooperation or alliance with Polania was something that had been planned from the very beginning.

In fact, it was Polania, not Uk ran, that is still shedding a lot of blood in the battle against Soviet.

Although it boosts your skills, paradoxically, it also causes continuous damage.

Of course, if this continues, the prowess will have improved, and neither Polania nor us Uk ranians will be able to overwhelm the empire in terms of consumption.

Therefore, the Expeditionary Force Command wanted only one thing from me.

“They asked for a final strategy to suffocate Soviet.”

I have already received the offer of a corps commander.

Since the campaigns for Polania and Reinhalt have been completed, it is ambiguous that he remains as the commander of the 87th Division.

To be honest, since I was possessed by this crappy game, I’ve been running just for this moment.

To save a country destined to be torn apart like a cake, surrounded by all kinds of powerful nations.

Reinhalt and Polania are stable. The Reinhardt Empire had lost the will to wage war, and in fact had no reason to fight anymore as they had won the victory in Polania.

Anyway, the other day, I met and talked with the commander of the Reinhardt Tribute Unit.

Imperial emperor seemed a little bit annoyed to see the Federal Republic of Ameria on the other side of the sea raking in money through war special relay trade.

“Commander Geor Vasilovsky asked me to take charge of the 6th Corps, which is in charge of the Soviet campaign.”

“The 6th Legion… ….”

“Most of the elite have been turned this way, so they said they would appoint someone they can trust, even if only the Supreme Commander.”

“Commander, you are a very famous person not only to us but also to the world.”

It’s worth my name covered in all sorts of propaganda.

From the standpoint of the Soviet Empire, it’s a burden to deal with, and at the same time, you have to defeat me somehow.

From the standpoint of Uk ran, there is no reason not to appoint me, who has continued to insist on a war with the Soviet Empire and proved it with his criminal record.

“Then we will have to part again for a while.”

“Yes. I can’t help it.”

“Come on, division commander. As always, I’ll be waiting here.”

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This time Rumia came up first and hugged me.

Not a lie.

Rumia’s bosom gave off a sweet and soft scent that was the exact opposite of the worn-out military uniform.

***

Konstantin Pyotr, Emperor of the Soviet Empire, has been suffering from severe paranoia lately. It started with a humiliating defeat in Uk ran.

Originally, a country that should have become a vassal state of the Soviet Empire.

It should have been such a country that was corrupt, weak, foolish, and uncivilized.

It wasn’t enough that they proudly defeated the Imperial Army’s attack, and even conspired with the Polanias to attack the Empire in reverse.

All the generals who colluded with the Uk ranians, including their families, were beheaded and hung on the street.

The situation in the empire showed no signs of improving.

“What the hell!! Why!! I’m crawling on those damn bastards!!!”

Pyotr threw his glass away in a nervous rage. The gold cup hit the floor, crumpled and rolled.

“Your Majesty, our Imperial forces are currently fighting valiantly. Didn’t you push back the defenses of the hateful Polanias and now reach their borders?”

Lavrentiyezov, who took the place of the commander-in-chief of the purged Imperial Army, rubbed his hands together and said.

The commander-in-chief’s dignity was a figure that could not be seen even after washing one’s eyes.

I tend to stand out in the field of military tactics, and above all, the fact that I was a former guard commander who had been by Pyotr’s side for a long time had a strong effect.

He was one of the few people the Emperor of the Empire could trust.

“It’s all because of that goddamn Enoch Levandel or something.”

“Your Majesty the Emperor. Don’t be too afraid. Although he is a brilliant general, he will never be good enough to stand against the Empire.”

“How can you be sure?”

“He was the one who struggled even in the battle with the Reinhardt Empire. It happened because the commander of the last Uk ranian Expeditionary Force was taken by a stupid and weakling, not because Enoch Levandel was superior to the other generals of the Soviet Empire.”

However, Yezhov had no choice but to admit it to some extent.

For a person from Uk ran, he was quite usable along with Sonny Zeppelin—-, no, he was a talent that would be a waste to have in Uk ran.

Anyway, the emperor seemed to have taken some comfort in Yezhov’s desperate protest.

He nervously put the other glass down, but didn’t throw it.

“…… That’s it. Still, putting on the honor of miscellaneous things that are mere consumables just because they wore the Commander-in-Chief’s coat of arms is important.”

“Sorry, Your Majesty.”

“Go in.”

Pyotr put one hand on his forehead and shook his hand.

Seeing that, Yezhov politely bowed and slowly left the audience room.

It wasn’t until we got to the place where the emperor couldn’t be seen like that.

Yezov let out a deep sigh.

“Damn it… …. He was a poisoned chalice. I shouldn’t have accepted it.”

Actually, there was nothing else to convey. This is because the movements of the Red October and other disquieting forces in the rear of the Empire have been unusual.

If he had conveyed that fact, it would have been obvious that a golden cup would be thrown at his head this time.

In addition, the aftermath of the Great Purge has not yet been recovered.

Unlike Yezhov, who believes that he must be willing to sacrifice a hundred innocent people in order to catch a single traitor, Sovier’s generals, as the emperor said, are deeply concerned about their comrade being taken somewhere. It was because he seemed to have resentment.

“First of all, we must end the war. Because we need a little more time to get rid of all the wild thoughts rooted in the military.”

Muttering that, Yezhov left the imperial palace.

He had a lot of work to do.

If it’s to live, if it’s to go up to a higher place.

La Vrentiye Zoff was confident that he would do anything.