Chapter 127

  In the Ministry of Military Affairs, Lieutenant General Fafnir walked out of his office with a proud smile, tossing his rank badge up and down in his hand. Behind him followed Major General Shuttek Hauen, who was also in high spirits. Normally, according to the Imperial military system, it would have been impossible for two people to be paired together for so long - they weren't high-ranking officers who could have a fixed and long-term chief of staff and adjutant configuration. However, the Ministry of Military Affairs, with its "garbage is better piled together" mentality, still threw these two "shames of the nobility" together.

  "Hallo, isn't that Lieutenant General Reinhard von Mügel? What a stroke of luck, Your Excellency Mügel! Would you care to join me for a drink?" Major General Fafnir shouted loudly as he spotted someone in the hall.

  "Young people should be energetic! Come on, Mugel, let's go have some fun!" The same shameless words came out of the mouth of Shuttek Hauen, a student from a lower social class.

  Reinhard gazed at the two nobles with a look of disgust, thinking to himself that they were infamous for their lack of dignity and integrity. However, he recalled Gilfieth's serious words: "Colonel (Brigadier General) Fafnir possesses inhuman bravery, akin to the ferocity of ancient Bengal tigers or North American tyrannosaurs." Reinhard was torn on how to react, a rare occurrence in his life as the golden lion.

  Just then, Field Marshal Allenby and the Minister of War happened to come out of the office to take a short rest. Hearing this voice, he immediately ordered the constabulary: "Throw these two scoundrels, Viscount Fawcett and Baron Shuttekau, out! What a shame for the Imperial Army!

  In the midst of the commotion, the two men were pushed out by the military police, with phrases like "You're dead, you dare to be disrespectful to a noble! You're finished!" along the way. It was a good show for all the Imperial officers in the hall. Reinhardt also let out a sigh of relief; in his eighteen years of life, he really wasn't used to dealing with such scoundrels.

  Two young military officers were watching from the spacious hall of the Ministry of Military Affairs, staring at the commotion caused by Reinhardt and two other guys.

  A tall and large man with almost black dark brown hair, and a slightly shorter man with messy honey-colored hair, were walking out of the director's office together.

  Among the many young officers of the Empire, they were a pair known for their outstanding bravery and wisdom. Osce von Rozenberg

  You are 26 years old, Vsevolod Mikhailovich is also 26 years old, both of you are majors. Roman Talalych asks his assistant with a slight bow

  Friend.

  "Who is that young officer? I seem to have an impression, but can't quite recall. And those two... how should I put it, unexpectedly vigorous and shameless officers?"

  "Ah, it's Reinhard von Müsel, Major General. Promoted to Lieutenant General, I suppose? Anyway, at just 18 years old, that's quite something. And the other two... are Rudolf von Fafnir, Colonel, no, Major General of the Empire's military and nobility's lowest shame, and Gustav von Schtukart, Middle Captain."

  The two fell silent, gazing at Reinhardt's figure. The blond young man, lost in his own thoughts, did not notice the two of them. His luxurious blond hair scattered sparkling particles into their retinas.

  If you observe carefully, Colonel Roy Mustang's right eye is black, while his left eye is blue, giving a symmetrical face.

  A ray of light. They sat down on a long bench in one corner of the hall, quickly sorting and reviewing more than 20 documents handed over by the director. While sorting, Midamaya brought up the topic of the young man's portrait in front of him.

  "What do you think? The nobles call him Blondie with contempt, but is this evaluation correct?"

  "Since ancient times, it has been said that cats and tiger cubs are similar, but they must not be confused. One must be careful."

  "Reinhardt von Mühlberg, what do you see, a tiger or a cat?"

  "It's probably a tiger, even if he became prominent under the shadow of his sister, but the enemy doesn't have the obligation to consider these circumstances."

  Reinhardt, in reality, has repeatedly established military achievements and been promoted based on his results. The enemy had no reason to intentionally lose to Reinhardt. Those who view Reinhardt's unusual promotion as a result of his sister Griselda's patronage or mere luck are people who refuse to see the truth. Indeed, at the stage where opportunities were given, Reinhardt was in a more favorable environment than others, but this point also applies to the sons of noble families who were not in a worse situation. Fully utilizing the opportunities given and repeatedly going on expeditions, achieving military merit, and being promoted should be attributed to Reinhardt's own abilities.

  "What about the other two 'noisy' ones? Being a noble and being of our age, what is that?" Midas Mayer continued to ask with great interest.

  "Those two are indeed scum, but they can also be said to be capable scum. Like Major Mjolnir, the enemy won't lose just because they're scum. Lieutenant Colonel Fafnir's achievements are also based on facts... Of course, I can't rule out that this guy faked his records... But if he reported false achievements, that's quite bold too. However, I don't want to work with those two at all, and I think you feel the same way, Worfegan."

  However, Jilfi Eis was also promoted to lieutenant colonel a week after Leinhart's promotion.

  Reinhardt was both surprised and delighted, someone must have intervened in this matter. When he learned the reason, he was even more shocked. It was the newly appointed General Grimmelshausen who had specially recommended Gilfaeth.

  "That old man realized his death was approaching, wanting to do a few good deeds. Rheinhardt's sharp tongue also lacked some luster, because at the root of it all, he too was delighted by Gilfeather's promotion and had a grateful heart for Lord Greinmeyer's recommendation."

  In any case, Jillpheas had to thank the recommender and visited General Grenmaul's mansion the day before. Reinhardt suppressed his desire to accompany him and saw off his red-haired friend.

  Giraffeice arrived at the home of General Grimmelshausen, where he saw a colonel with a beautiful mustache sitting in front of the piano playing a beautiful melody. Next to him was someone completely unexpected - Rudolf von Fafnir, Brigadier General. He picked up a violin and began to play, and even Giraffeice's unrefined musical sensibilities could tell that Brigadier General Fafnir's violin skills were absolutely on par with the first violinist in the Imperial Concert Hall. He exclaimed in surprise: "The complexity of human beings... is truly unpredictable."

  In a vast but dimly lit study, the old man who received guests, asked Gilfieth to sit down and replied to his thanks.

  "Major Mugiel... no, lieutenant general is out of the question, even I got promoted. If you weren't allowed to get promoted, it would be unreasonable, because you did a good job assisting Major General Mugiel."

  "I'm at a loss and don't know how to express my gratitude properly."

  "However, after being promoted this year, it is impossible to be promoted again within this year from tomorrow."

  "I don't mind this kind of thing at all. Even when I was a lieutenant colonel, I thought it had already exceeded the boundaries. Thank you very much."

  In fact, somewhat ironically, Gilfieth didn't feel as thrilled about his own promotion as Reinhardt did, and would have been more pleased if Reinhardt had been promoted to General instead.

  "Also, belated congratulations to you, General Grimmeisen has also been promoted to Supreme General, congratulations to you." He stated this with utmost politeness, but unexpectedly, the old man didn't show much sentiment.

  "No, I can become a general not because of my own ability or any merit, but only because I am the head of the viscount's house and also thanks to the emperor's personal kindness."

  Giraffe's ears fell silent again, and another careless remark slipped into his ears.

  "In such a world, wouldn't Major Mugiro feel bored too?"

  In an instant, a chilly finger swept across Gilfeather's spine. What did this old man want to say?

  "Müller Lieutenant General had no dissatisfaction, at the age of ten he was able to serve as a lieutenant general, and he was very grateful to His Majesty the Emperor."

  "It's only natural for you to argue from your standpoint. However, no matter how hard you try or how sincere you are, you can't hide from Major Mjolnir's gaze."

  “……”

  "I've never seen such a beautiful and domineering gaze. In this life, I have never had eyes like that."

  This can't be answered lightly, Jillfieth covered her expression and gazed at the old admiral's face. High praise doesn't necessarily mean good feelings, let alone Reinhardt's ambition and overbearingness, which aimed to destroy this country that made him a lieutenant general at 18 years old.

  Gillfeather thought it necessary to change the subject.

  "But at 18 years old, you were also full of arrogance, weren't you?"

  "Nowhere, I had already seen through my own abilities and future at the age of eighteen." Although it was a slow voice, the old man's words clearly denied Gilfeather's question. The red-haired young man felt that it was difficult to grasp the old man's true intentions, did he see something or was he just fantasizing? So far in their conversation, Gilfeather thought that this old man had no hostility, malice, or harm towards Reinhardt, but should he continue to think so from now on?

  Even if Gilfieth is wise and thoughtful, with a broad vision and rich insight, he cannot escape his actual age of only eighteen years old. There is a gap of nearly sixty years of life experience between the elderly Greinmels Hau and Gilfieth, which cannot be filled by knowledge and reason alone. Moreover, in Gilfieth's values, apart from the elements of justice and nobility, there are also some special particles that make him think when judging others: Is this person beneficial to Lord Reinhardt? Does he have good intentions towards Lady Annerose?

  The silence lasted for a while, and Gilfieth's thoughts drew a circle, returning to the starting point. This old man, in Reinhardt's grand plan, where should he be placed?

  Because he himself couldn't see behind Reinhardt, but Gilfeather could, in this sense, Gilfeather's field of vision was sometimes wider than Reinhardt's. At the moment, Gilfeather didn't feel any negative emotions towards Lorrimel Auberjenois personally. On a practical level, it made sense that if this old man would become an obstacle to Reinhardt's future, Gilfeather had to eliminate him. But could he do it himself?

  With an expression and tone of voice that had nothing to do with Gillespie's inner thoughts, the old man began to speak.

  "As an elder, if I can say one thing that's a bit old-fashioned, it's that Major Miegel has no need to be so hasty."

  "You said impatient, which aspect? Sir?"

  It wasn't that Jillfries didn't feel the danger, but she still tried to ask. The old man's answer was brief, or rather, clever. He replied in a soft voice that wasn't sharp at all.

  "Of course it's about life."

  With this answer, Gilfieth stood up and bid farewell to the old man, for he felt that he might inadvertently reveal his true identity - that of a trusted accomplice in an unlawful plot to usurp the entire empire.

  "What insight and wisdom of the elder? Lord Reinhardt also once said to me that General Fafnir also told him similar things..."

  At night, to celebrate Reinhard's 18th birthday and promotion to major general, the two friends had a drink together. Rolling red wine and white wine carefully on their tongues, saying "not bad" after which Reinhard smiled.

  Of course, Reinhard did not fully understand or feel the joy of drinking. Originally, he was not a person with such a broad personality or life, and if he were to remove his position as an imperial general or his military talent, he would just be an 18-year-old young man who is unfamiliar with worldly affairs.

  Reinhard's greatest hobby is studying strategy and tactics, as well as reading and playing three-dimensional chess. He has almost no interest in art or anything similar. At most, he enjoys music like ordinary people do. In his school days, it seemed intentional to "cultivate a broad personality and education", he also took art classes, but Reinhard's paintings were evaluated as "technically excellent, but lacking brilliant individuality and deep sensibility". Reinhard did not devote himself wholeheartedly to painting, and such evaluations seem to be an incomplete grasp of his nature, which he does not mind.

  Indeed, Lord Reinhardt has a poor aspect of himself, thought Gilfeather.

  The existence of this person is a magnificent poem, but if limited to private life, it is extremely ordinary and far away from elegant and colorful adjectives.

  "Mr. Reinhardt's words have a way of passing time that is quite difficult for others."

  "For example?"

  "For example, falling in love."

  Although this is just a joke, this recommendation was too unexpected and Reinhardt might get angry.

  Gill thought so, but things didn't turn out that way. The icy blue eyes sparkled with a serious light, as if trying to review the topic again.

  "...it's worth trying, but how can we find someone?"

  Gillfeather almost dropped his wine glass. To be honest, he didn't think the reaction angle would deviate so much from his own expectations.

  "Lord Reinhardt, isn't it supposed to be decided whether you want to fall in love first before finding a partner? This order is reversed, isn't it?"

  "What's called order is just each person having their own different one!"

  Generally speaking, it may indeed be so, but in this case, forcibly bringing up this principle is also a special point of Reinhardt.

  "With this in mind, if I often make such preparations, the chances of finding a woman suitable for me will also increase, don't you think so? Gilfeather."

  "So, please tell me, what kind of woman do you like? Please say it as a reference."

  "There aren't many conditions. Right, as long as you have a good mind and a good temperament, that's enough."

  Reinhardt is extremely abstract and extravagant in what he says. In short, it seems that he hasn't seriously thought about going on a date yet, which Jillfice has noticed.

  In the past, Reinhardt was admired by some people for his position and beauty, but he remained chaste. Although he had heard about it, Reinhardt seemed to have no special impression.

  Establishing real achievements and receiving positive evaluations is what Reinhardt's pride expects, being praised meaninglessly will not bring him any joy, being strict with himself is a fact, but more importantly, he may be extremely uninterested in romance and **.

  "Some strange things are also praised by monkeys, which can be embarrassing. How can people who do not have the ability to understand my true value praise me? It's just like those two rascals, Fafnir and Shutekhao, who take visiting brothels as a matter of course in life?"

  In the end, it was something that couldn't be said to his face, so he asked Gilfeather this question, and if he didn't get a satisfactory answer, he would become unhappy. To his red-haired friend, Reinhardt was obstinate to the extreme.

  General Grienmelschau, the newly appointed Higher Advisor of the Ministry of Military Affairs and Imperial Court Councillor, went to the Emperor's residence "New Worry-Free Palace" to express his gratitude. That was on June 11th.

  In the waiting room set up for the audience, it was originally planned to wait for about twenty minutes, but the old admiral waited for nearly two hours. Most of the time he slept. He was woken up by an attendant and slowly walked towards the audience hall with his back to him, a low, gentle laugh rippling in his direction. Evaluations such as "Sleepy Viscount" or "Sunbathing Admiral" were not just circulating now, and it is said that even the emperor did not ask about them. The people lined up in the waiting room saw Greimmelshausen's old man sleeping, some of whom smiled bitterly, and others used him as a light-hearted betting object, and no courtier would scold him for his rudeness anymore. However, on this day, after Greimmelshausen's old man took his seat, the finance minister showed an unpleasant expression when he found a large patch of saliva on the velvet-covered chair.

  In the reception room, two men totaling 134 years in age engaged in formalities and meaningless chatter for about five hundred seconds, testing the patience of the attendants who were stifling yawns. But after the pointless conversation stopped, the Emperor changed the subject.

  "By the way, about Reinhard von Mühlheim who works under you. What do you think of him?..."

  "Oh, um... He's the brother of Countess Greville, I suppose. Ah, just looking at him makes one think of his sister, the beautiful countess."

  The old admiral laughed, but it was far from a lustful expression, it was a dry laugh, so the emperor seemed to be provoked to rebuke him.

  "Youth is truly wonderful, Your Majesty. Just looking at that young man makes one think so from the bottom of their heart. It's as if nothing is impossible in this world."

  The emperor stirred his coffee with a silver spoon, gazing somewhat distractedly at the white swirling patterns.

  "Yes, Grimmeau Haosan, there's probably nothing that humans can't do that he can't do... apart from specialized knowledge and skills..."

  The old man nodded his head in approval, and the emperor picked up the spoon. He seemed to be carefully turning the spoon with his fingers.

  "The thing is, Grimmelshausen, as a mere imperial knight, he's still only eighteen years old. It's fine to keep it that way for now, but before he comes of age, I'd like to bestow upon him the noble surname of a prominent aristocratic family."

  "Is Your Majesty thinking of adding to his reputation?"

  "This, perhaps it's not him who has been added to the reputation, but that family name. Let's not consider that for now, what do you think of my idea?"

  "Alright."

  "Is that so? Indeed, I thought as much. And what of the ninth generation's Viscount Faraniel, our old friend Richt's grandson?"

  The old viscount chuckled: "It's almost the same as when I was young, but he's a capable kid. He just doesn't seem to take pride in his noble status at all."

  The Emperor let out a laugh that sounded like he was choking on something, "You're saying that young Viscount Faraniel is just like me when I was younger? What an interesting little fellow." Then he gestured to the old nobles to withdraw.

  For Reinhardt, however, his current leisure time is only a fleeting moment, and another expedition within the year can be said to be a foregone conclusion.

  But before that, there was a small incident.

  For senior officers, banquets were also an important duty that had to be performed. After all, in this vast and old-fashioned empire, there was no such thing as a parliament. So it was common to make decisions or proposals on the banquet table. Obviously, the unfair state of political power monopoly existed. On June 16th, at the private congratulatory party for promotion to general held by Viscount Grimmelshausen, this tendency could also be seen, where discussions and arguments were taking place in a corner of the grand hall or in several separate rooms, with alcohol being consumed. Reinhard was also present, but he probably didn't have much to do with such events yet.

  Just as Jillfice feared, Reinhardt had no other friends to speak of, so even attending a party like this wouldn't give him anyone to talk to. Thus, Reinhardt in the corner of the hall, put away the eloquence that a twenty-year-old should have and focused on conquering the luxurious and colorful cuisine.

  "I want to bring some back for Jill Firth."

  Reinhardt was thinking about this poverty, he is unmatched in terms of appearance, talent and ambition in this era, and it should not be ignored.

  At first, he saw the figure of Lieutenant General Luneville in a corner of his field of vision, but he ignored him and continued to focus on the fine wines and meats, fruits, etc. When he looked again, he was gone. Reinhard didn't know that Luneville had been called away by a guest and had gone to a separate room. Then Reinhard saw the figure of Lieutenant General Farenheit, who seemed to be "a scoundrel who made him feel powerless". He saw this guy hiding in the corner, stuffing his face with fine wines mixed with meat and vegetables, fruits, like a starving ghost from hundreds of years ago. "Get away from that guy! What a shame for humanity!" Reinhard thought.

  There was no conversation or laughter at the banquet, and Reinhardt couldn't stay for long. After digesting some formal and ritualistic conversations, he just waited for an opportunity to leave.

  After a little over twenty, the high-ranking officials began to disappear from the scene. Reinhardt also wanted to go back and was walking towards the corridor leading to the cloakroom by the sand. No, he intended to do so, but the Greinmels' mansion was an old building that had been expanded and rebuilt many times, and it seemed that he had walked through the wrong door and ended up on this side of the sunroom, and also seemed to be somewhat drunk. In front of a wall with framed still-life paintings, there was a pale pink sofa. Reinhardt noticed that a noblewoman in a silk evening gown seemed to be sitting there in pain.

  "What's wrong, ma'am...?"

  Although he felt that he had some memory of her appearance, he still didn't dare to be certain. Originally, Reinhardt wasn't very enthusiastic about remembering women's appearances, and if there were other people around, he definitely wouldn't have spoken to this woman. But now the woman was alone with him, and Reinhardt's ability to deal with women was less than one ten-thousandth of his ability to command a great army in the universe. However, because on the surface he had almost reached the extreme limit of elegance and beauty, it was difficult for anyone except his sister and Gilfiyas to notice this fact.

  Just as he was thinking of calling a servant, an unexpected situation seized him.

  "Is Major Mugiel interested in other people's spouses?"

  A voice laced with venom, coming from behind him, made Reinhardt turn around to cast that piercing blue gaze, and he saw Hermann von Lüneburg's pale face, which involuntarily made him want to curse. Suppressing the discomfort of becoming a character in a cheap romance novel, he stood up.

  "You've misunderstood. Secretary Mu Jie saw that I wasn't feeling well and told me to rest here for a bit. Speak properly..."

  His wife's words fell on deaf ears as he didn't take his eyes off Reinhardt.

  "Colonel Muguel, I want to hear your explanation."

  "What's going on?"

  Reinhardt's eyebrows, drawn in sharp angles by the special brushwork of an ancient yellow school painter, were shaped like a beautiful crescent moon. His pale cheeks flushed with boiling blood. His eyes were filled with flashes of lightning, which was Reinhardt's fierce reaction when he was wrongly accused.

  "Why must I explain myself to you? The matter is as your wife said, and I didn't want to thank you either, but your words are quite displeasing."

  "It's annoying because I ran into the person I least wanted to see in this situation."

  "Despicable things, delusions should also know when to stop. If you still want to distort my kindness and lower me to your level, I can only ask for courtesy with strength."

  Reinhardt no longer uses the polite form of address. His wife grasped his hand, but he shook hers off with a mineral-like coldness that was almost eerie.

  "Question with strength? One on one?"

  "Of course!"

  Luneburg's furious face met Rheinhardt head-on, a demonic visage quivering with rage.

  "It seems that my abilities are being put to the test. This delicate ivory-carved little demon actually wants to engage in a one-on-one battle with me...?"

  Luneville's closed upper lip twisted into a more blatant sneer.

  "I can remind you, Major Mu Jie, that the red-haired loyal subject who has been helping Your Excellency is not here. If Your Excellency thinks he can win against me alone, then he doesn't know himself or his opponent."

  "Go outside..."

  Reinhardt's voice was low, but it meant that the inner anger and fighting spirit were about to erupt.

  "Alright, let's go outside. Being knocked down in a hall filled with guests would probably be unbearable for a self-important little brat like you."

  Luneburg continued to mock, if Reinhardt's sharp intellect had added a certain age-related observational ability, he might have seen that Luneburg's mockery was not directed at Reinhardt himself, but at everything around him. However, even if he could see this point, Reinhardt would not silently accept others' ridicule and insults. At this moment, Reinhardt's negative emotions were all concentrated on Luneburg personally, what Highdenbalm dynasty, had long flown to different dimensions.

  On the path leading to the inner courtyard from the south side of the salon, two young generals in their thirties and teens, far away from the noise of the banquet, began to take off their coats under the summer breeze. Lieutenant General Reinebruke was a seasoned ground warrior who immediately punched Reinhardt's face with his first move, which would have turned that handsome face into a lunar crater if it had hit. However, just as he did so, a hand lightly grasped Reinebruke's wrist, and even with his strength as a ground warrior, he could not proceed further. Then the hand jerked and swung, sending Reinebruke flying more than two meters away.

  "Picking a fight with a kid, isn't that too shameful for someone of your status? Moreover, it's beating up an obviously weak child..."

  "General Fafnir!" The two men exclaimed in unison after they saw clearly. Luneberg was astonished by Fafnir's obviously non-human strength and speed, while Reinhardt was indignant at the obvious disdain in Fafnir's words - even if it was helping him out.

  Just then a shadow approached and inserted itself between Reinhard, Luneberg and Farnese.

  "Three gentlemen, let's stop here. In a place like this, the host of the banquet would be troubled if it came to physical strength."

  Luneville felt a bit intimidated by this tone and rolled down his sleeves.

  "Are you a military police officer? May I ask for your rank and name?"

  "No, I am Colonel Woolly Kskra, entrusted by General Grimmelshausen to be in charge of the security of this venue."

  The one who reacted to this name is Reinhardt.

  "Oh, so Kexue is your honorable self?"

  Last year, although it was only for a very short period of time, Reinhardt went to the gendarmerie with Gillfieth to assist in the secret search for the serial murder case that occurred at the elementary school, and heard about Kusla's rescue of an elderly woman who was arrested for disrespect, thinking that his skills and personality were both extraordinary.

  Another party member, Luneville Burk, stood silently by.

  "What a nuisance these military police are! They even interfere with me having some fun!" Fafnir shouted loudly.

  "This is an insult to your ears, Your Excellency Miguel."

  Xerxes responded in the manner of a young lawyer rather than a military man, and ordered his soldiers to pick up the two cloaks. He returned each one to its owner while automatically screening out Favonius' words from his ears.

  "No matter what, the two of you who are shouldering the future of our military and are young and vigorous, it is impossible for you to behave like ordinary officers and soldiers, taking off your jackets and fighting. Probably because you were drunk and felt a bit hot."

  Although it was lightly written, his remarks simultaneously saved the reputation of two lieutenant generals and the owner of the mansion. If the two had actually fought each other and the facts were made public, they would not have been able to avoid punishment. The ugly appearance of the two nouveau riche must have made the aristocratic families of Guizhou applaud with joy.

  "Both of you gentlemen are drunk, let's send them back to their residences separately."

  Kessler's voice, ordering his subordinates, caused a sharp flash of light to pass between Reinhardt and Luneburg's eyebrows. Just as Reinhardt was about to open his beautiful lips to retort, the older Luneburg took precedence, letting out a low, clear laugh before adjusting the collar of his coat.

  "Principal, I'm sorry to trouble you. It seems I've had a bit too much to drink. I'll take my wife home now. Could you help me call for a taxi to the front gate?"

  After saying this, he turned to the main building with a light step. Completely ignoring Reinhardt. The blond young man also stopped arguing, and after venting his anger and fighting spirit, he also tidied up his clothes and walked away slowly, so as not to catch up with Luneburg.

  "It's really thanks to wine that people's mistakes are forgotten, for it serves as an excuse..."

  Kesla gazed up at the night sky with a sarcastic look.

  "But things won't end like this, will they?"

  After muttering to himself for a few moments, he dismissed his subordinates and followed after Reinhard, but in an instant, the blond young man turned around and glanced at Kircheis without saying a word, probably as a result of suppressing something.

  Kesler smiled and bowed, then turned around and continued on his way.

  "What the f**k is wrong with you, dead constable! Do you think I'm air?! What's with that gaze of yours!!! Are you taking me for a large piece of non-flammable trash!!!?!" This was General Fafnir's roar. Fortunately, the fine wine and food as well as the beautiful maidens who appeared soon after diverted his attention...

  In mid-October, the Allied forces took the initiative from the Imperial Army with an extremely swift march and a dense supply plan, blocking the Allied flank entrance to the Iserlohn Corridor, 36,900 warships blockaded the Imperial Army's front line, which was indeed considered a good start.

  The sixth battle of Iselorn is about to unfold, and since the capture of Iselorn Fortress is the objective, it's only natural that a large number of ground troops will be mobilized. Among them will be the "Rose Knights" squadron, which isn't surprising at all.

  Walter von Schenkopp was promoted to Oberst on August 15 this year and officially took over as the 13th commander of the "Rose Knights" squadron. In the "Battle of Vanverlicht Star Domain", the fact that Commander Sheryl Brek was captured by the enemy was pursued, but he had always been a lieutenant colonel and acting squadron leader, but finally promoted this time.

  "It must be that we have to make a desperate effort this time to establish our achievements."

  Promoted to lieutenant colonel, Caspar Renner attempted to analyze the intentions of the military high command in a tone that was more sarcastic than ironic.

  "It's possible that we're all being sent to our deaths."

  It was Broomhaller who responded in this way, he was promoted to senior lieutenant. At the age of 22, he became a senior lieutenant, which can be said to be no less than the promotion speed of those from military academies.

  Two pairs of two confidants, first Khabarov again proposed that between him and Lieutenant General Ryabov, a complete break must be made. The new departure of "Rose Knight" is to bury the old commander, which is considered to have completed the psychological condition.

  "But on this vast battlefield, how can we find Luneville? That's the first problem."

  "Just let our strength tell us that our Rose Knights are here. As soon as we have the chance, let the Imperial Army know of our existence... in blood..."

  Xian Kou Bu's smile was as elegant and menacing as a leopard's, making a sharp sound.

  In the year 794 of the Universal Century, and 485 of the Imperial Calendar, from October to November of this year, in order to secure the surrounding space control rights of the entrance on the alliance side of the Iserlohn Corridor. As a result, small battles continued to take place.

  Battles are conducted in units of around 50 to 3,000 ships, with the vast expanse of space being cut into thousands of blocks, each one contested. Even if it's just a skirmish, the efforts poured in by both sides aren't small in terms of quality and quantity, because they must somehow steer the subsequent strategic situation in their favor.

  Reinhardt led his fleet into more than twenty battles, enjoying himself as if he were out on a hunt, and although it was "only three thousand ships", he had considerable discretion in the actions of his troops. After deploying at a specific point in space within the corridors outside the fortress itself, they launched continuous sorties day after day.

  The Imperial Navy's Supreme Commander, Mikkel Beimler, tacitly approved what appeared to be Reinhard's unilateral attack, and allowed other admirals' actions as well, so he couldn't just disallow Reinhard.

  General Fawneil's fleet of a thousand ships also participated in this vanguard battle, and he happily picked on the weak: "Notify all ships! If the enemy has more than 500 troops, we retreat! If less than 300, we devour them!"

  "Is that okay? As far as I know, the three thousand ships of Major General Mjolnir have a pretty good record, and can fight against enemies of their own strength and defeat them." Captain Schuttkamp reminded him in a straightforward manner, this is not about being warlike, but purely a competitive mentality.

  "Go die, you Golden Hair! Anyway, we're just a thousand ships, with so little capital, of course, we have to find the soft ones to squeeze! You, this completely unqualified trashy chief of staff!"

  "Cut! You shameless person, but this is also the right way of battle!"