Lieutenant Colonel Paul Emile Leto-Vorbeck suppressed his impulse. The Lieutenant Colonel of the Colonial Guards of the Defense Forces, who was always known for his gentlemanly demeanor, stared out the window at a row of silly New Army soldiers of the Principality, with a cold expression and sharp eyes. I was thinking about whether I should dig out the brains of these fools and clean them.
Before being transferred to the United Principality of Ross, Lieutenant Colonel Leto-Vorbeck served as the commander of the garrison in the southern colony of Dar es Salaam. The so-called garrison recruits service-age personnel from the indigenous people, trains them, and assumes responsibilities. Colonial security and security duties.
Under the condition that the defense force has limited strength, this is a temporary measure, but the effect is pretty good. Many hippopotamus orcs were recruited and after rigorous training, they can basically perform their duties. Although sometimes things happen Twelve horse-drawn carriages equipped with the latest electric compasses drove in four different directions; the radio dispatcher would say strange code words, "Raipi, Radish, there is a big pancake on your left.", "Potato, there is a bunch of green onions behind you." ...Wait for the happy things that made the commanders burst into tears. But generally speaking, these black orcs are quite obedient, can endure hardships, and work hard without complaint. Coupled with Leto-Vorbeck's patience, perseverance, and talent, Dares Salam's Colonial Guard became a model force overseas.
Those who can achieve results will naturally receive rewards. His promotion has been put on the agenda. According to rumors, the lieutenant colonel may even receive a medal. In the context of the Council's review of the "Military Honors Law", A Knight's Cross is a strong guarantee for obtaining noble status in the future. The lieutenant colonel seems to be one step closer to his little dream of "adding 'von' to his last name."
It was at this time that Leto-Vorbeck received a transfer order from the General Staff. The ambitious lieutenant colonel, who had stood tall in the long-term hot-temperature colony, was instantly transferred to the mud-covered United Principality of Ross.
The General Staff was interested in the lieutenant colonel's experience in successfully teaching orc soldiers, and hoped that Leto Vorbeck would use this advantage to quickly put the new army of the Principality on the right track.
——At least let them learn how to shoot and maintain.
At first glance, this requirement is not too high and is actually feasible. But as everyone knows, there are many novel ideas that, although theoretically flawless, are complete disasters in practical application.
This is exactly what happened to Leto-Vorbeck.
Most of the New Army soldiers came from the Ural Mountains and were famous for their bravery and hard work. However, many bad habits of the Mao Xiong were also reflected in them.
The first is alcoholism. Letto-Vorbeck has long known about the bears' crazy hobby for vodka and other alcoholic beverages. But he never imagined that the bears would actually go to hospitals and train stations to steal medical alcohol and antifreeze. Alternative to antifreeze.
God, no matter how much you think about it, those things don’t have a “drinking” purpose. But the furry bears can drink it without changing their expressions...
What is more problematic than alcoholism is the quality of the soldiers. These soldiers are indeed hardworking and hardworking. But most of them are illiterate and have no sense of discipline and team awareness. Not only can they not be expected to learn to use and maintain their weapons, they also have to deal with them every day. Fights and desertions...
It is not impossible to train such a group of drunkards and ruffians into qualified soldiers. Relying on the "whip of love", "the erring fool is tied to a tree, with a bottle of vodka hanging in front of his eyes, and he can't drink it", "three meals a week" Eat 'black bean and rice burrito'"... and a series of tactics that frightened the furry bears. The new army was finally trained to look like a modern army. After a while, they will be able to complete the second phase of training. , enough to compete with the new human army, but time is something that both the lieutenant colonel and the principality are extremely scarce.
In a week at most, this group of new recruits will leave the Brest Fortress, but not only the training has not been completed, but the weapons are not fully in place. How to maximize the combat effectiveness of these rookies who still have eggshells stuck to their butts has become a problem.
The thing that worried Thomas Vorbeck most about getting angry was that just before the lieutenant colonel suffered from insomnia every night and almost suffered from neurasthenia, his savior came.
"Please sign here, sir."
Parsifal pointed to the lower right corner of the delivery document and felt relieved. There were amphibious trucks and armored trains along the way, and after bumping on the back of Besmos for several days, he finally delivered 1,200 flintlock muskets.
Guns, 200 flintlocks
Rifles, 600,000 bullets, 5,000 hammer-throwing bombs, 20,000 luncheon meat cans, 20,000 m.r.e., and 500 boxes of medical supplies were all delivered to the New Army. Now he just wants to find a place to lie down and take a good rest.
Get some sleep.
This was the last batch of materials he was responsible for supervising the transportation. Previously, he had sent at least 30,000 landmines, 20,000 rifles, hundreds of thousands of field rations and hundreds of thousands of sets of uniforms to where they were supposed to go. Over the past few weeks
Every day I have to survey road conditions, calculate the load-carrying capacity of railways and wild roads, and plan reasonable transportation routes. I also have to beware of bandit attacks and self-insurgents guarding and stealing. I was severely deprived of sleep, and I leaned on Natalia's knees several times.
I fell asleep, and when I woke up I found heavy and plump breasts on my head...
Recalling the soft touch that was as changeable as the waves, the elf boy blushed, and soon he filled his head with work again.
Although he was given a day's short leave, it did not mean that he could bid farewell to the United Principality of Ross and return to his office in the Alfheim Defense Force headquarters building. This was just the beginning.
News of Albion's undeclared war has spread throughout the principality, and the principality's war machine is starting up, but the operation of this rotten and rusty machine is slow and full of noise. Waiting for the orcs to unleash the strategic potential of this country
At that time, it was feared that the Albionites would have already captured St. Petersburg and the army would return in triumph. To ensure that this would not happen, Alfheim decided to lubricate the principality's war machine.
Lubricant called War Loans and Lend-Lease.
This is a top secret that is only known to a few people at the highest level and relevant departments. Parsifal, a small lieutenant, naturally does not know that much, but from the logistics list he handles and when the logistics department enters a quasi-wartime operation state, he
He can draw the conclusion by himself: the higher authorities may support the principality in fighting this war, and he does not need to expect to be able to go back in a short time.
Putting away the documents, Parsifal continued to count the supplies with the company's receiving staff. At the same time, Lieutenant Colonel Leto-Volbeck received another of his saviors in his office.
"I was told that reinforcements would be sent, but I didn't expect it would be someone like you, Major."
Leto-Vorbeck lowered his arm in return, with unconcealable surprise and joy on his face. The man wearing the Edelweiss logo was showing a fearless smile.
Major Hans Koenig, a veteran who once participated in the consul's return of the "Sword of Royal Power", is now the principal of the Zosen Sniper School and one of the top snipers of the Defense Forces.
In addition to himself, there was also a chasseur battalion with more than 800 outstanding shooters. In accordance with the secret instructions of the General Staff, he secretly assisted the company in the defense.
For reasons of confidentiality, they will enter the battlefield as public servants. Once captured or killed, they will only have a "volunteer" identity certificate. Neither the defense force nor the company will recognize their identity.
No rescue measures will be taken. Every officer and soldier involved in this battle knew this very well and wrote a suicide note before setting off.
Although this is a "volunteer army" with a limited number of people and many operational constraints, as long as they are used in the right way and at the right time, these snipers are enough to make some subtle changes in the balance of the war.
"Tell me what you need. As long as it is within my ability, I will try my best to satisfy you."
The lieutenant colonel seemed very excited. This is a natural manifestation after the pressure is relieved. After being in a state of anxiety for a long time, after suddenly receiving good news one after another, it is inevitable that he will temporarily forget his reserve. Fortunately, Major Konig is not a military judge, so he is very interested in the lieutenant colonel.
I didn't notice the small gaffe and just listened to his calm answer.
"The map also has a guide. Sir, I want to familiarize my men and me with the battlefield environment in the frontier area as soon as possible before the war starts, and also get familiar with the people's language and routine as soon as possible."
"That's all?"
"Don't worry, sir."
Major Koenig used a brief pause to emphasize the importance of his speech.
"With these alone, we can leave humans with memories that will last a lifetime."
The faint smile is very handsome and cold, making people think of wild wolves in the mountains. (To be continued...)