Chapter 2: Chapter 2: This calls for a history lesson (Edited)
Author notes: Edited by Private Ko-xan
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The battle was on with the sound of a whistle from the Ustian side. The firsts to move were the H.39 and AMC.34 YR tanks, followed by squads of infantrymen. Fortifications on both sides of the battlefield opened fire, suppressed, and did whatever they could to cause as much damage as possible to the opposition. Though it was easy to tell at first glance that the Belkans were losing, badly, when the cannons of the Ustians sang along with the cheers of their soldiers.
Things weren't great for the Belkan defenders since they only got two Pak 37mm AT guns and a few handheld AT weapons. Not nearly enough to stem the tide of ten tanks.
As the Ustians barely accomplished 1/4 of their way to the Belkan trench, both forces heard the rumbling sound of aircraft engines. They turned to look up only to show panic when they realized a large aircraft is about to crash in front of them. Especially the Ustians when one of the H.39 noticed they were stuck in the crash zone of the airborne threat. Having no time left to dismount, the tank commander ordered his driver to brace himself for impact.
"Viva la Usti-!" The crew's cries were cut short as the tank took the brunt of an aircraft engine and flipped three times before stopping 20 meters away from its last position. Miraculously, the crew survived albeit they wouldn't be fighting any battle soon.
As for the aircraft, after flinging a tank flying, it lost its left wing and skidded along the field, only stopping after passing the hundred meters mark. The battlefield turned silent at such a dramatic entrance until the Bf-109s started their gun run on the Ustians line.
Having regained his spirit with the timely arrival of the 109s, Aleph had his men use almost half of their arsenal of smoke dispensers. Aleph leading the charge alongside his Mp-28 and a squad of infantry towards the downed Condor. It was but a short distance with smoke covers but to Aleph, it was the longest run he had ever had. By the time he reached the Condor, the Ustians shook off their stupor and suppressed the hell outta smoke clouds. The tanks were slowly cranking their turrets when a whistling sound from high above was heard.
"Artillery!"
Like the wraths of Gods, a cacophonic of explosions decimated the previous Ustians attack wave. Their infantries got hit the hardest due to the lacking covers with many of them either dead or disabled for the rest of their lives.
And while the 88th were doing God's work. Aleph managed to pry open the jammed door of the Condor. The sight that greets him shocked him to the core.
"H-Hail! Hail the Princess!" He hastily performed a proper military salute in the middle of the battlefield. While he knows that the grey hair lass in front of him is only 15 years old, he heard tales and stories about this young genius of the century. Not to mention her title itself, granting her power second only to the Empress of Belkan.
"Save it for when we get to safety Lieutenant! Help me deal with the wounded here." The Princess beckoned so he quickly had his men carry the wounded back to the friendly trenches. He breathed out, in relief, when he saw that the Princess was being escorted by a Valkyrie.
Should anything have to happen to the Princess, don't mention him being court-martialed, he would have killed himself in guilt when that happened.
"Please follow us."
Luckily the entire group of dozens made it back to allied-controlled territory without further complication. Having fulfilled their task, Rigel squadron RTB for some R&R, readying up for the day after. The Ustians also canceled their attack for the day, having incurred a loss of one H.39, two AMC.34s, and many infantries having their morale crippled for the assault. At the very least, both sides will have a good rest for the night.
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"Ha... ha... ha... Made it," I said in between labored breaths. "We actually made it this far."
I look at Bryn, she looks at me, and for whatever reason we both laugh. While it draws the eyes of my fellow cadets, we couldn't help but laugh out loud. Maybe it was because of the adrenaline of surviving multiple attempts at our lives, all the while piloting a metal coffin in the air, that finally got to us after all this time.
"... That was exhilarating, to say the least." I commented.
" Though not a trip I want to experience again any time soon." Bryn returned a wry smile which I followed with one of my own.
While it was great that we managed to catch a breather, we're still at risk here. Such was why I turned to the Lieutenant that had been standing stiffly to the side. The guy got balls, I'll give him that.
"Name, rank, and affiliation?" I questioned.
"Yes, ma'am. First Lieutenant Aleph Morrick of the 7th Motorized Infantry under Kruger Division, reporting for duty." He saluted. Taking a closer look, he is your standard Belkan male with blonde hair and brown eyes. His service uniform had seen better days but that could be said for all of us here.
"Have the injured ones sent to the field hospital while you stay here and give us a full report on the situation here."
"Yes ma'am."
The Lieutenant then proceeded to instruct his men, while Bryn sorted out the surviving cadets. Of the survivors, only three remained while the rest went to have their wounds taken care of.
Now that I have time to think about it... Couldn't Bryn survive all of that on her own? Well, yes. She is a Valkyrie with outstanding magical prowess after all. Though this is a topic for another day.
" Madams and gentlemen, if you please, follow me to our command post."
Lieutenant Morrick led the ragtag group to the 7th command bunker. In the map room there, he filled us in on the situation at hand. To which I uttered an audible groan.
"This is even worse than I expected. Though it's still salvageable."
"Ma'am?"
"The comm line issue can be taken care of, we managed to bring two Enigma machines with us from the Condor." I then glance at the last three cadets in the map room. " Shepard, right? Can you three handle the communication line?"
"You can count on us, Princess." A boy replied.
"Good, that's one issue down. And with the Air Force at standby tomorrow, we should have no issue holding the line and reorganizing our force." I crossed my hands, frowning while looking down at the map.
"...Ok." I've decided.
"Lieutenant, congratulations, you're now being promoted to Captain. I expect much from you during our time here."
"Ma'am?" Still haven't caught up to my pace, the former Lieutenant asked agape.
"I will hereby take direct command of the Kruger Division as the Princess of the Belkan Reich. Due to your outstanding bravery and talents on the battlefield, you've earned yourself said rank of Captain. What? Do you question my decision now?"
"No, ma'am no! Hail Princess!" Finally realizing the grace he has been bestowed, Captain Morrick saluted under the cheers from the staff in the command bunker.
"At ease, this is not the end yet, you know. Should you perform well in the next few actions we're about to take, I can assure you will reach the rank of Major at the very least. Said opportunity for promotion is also extended to all the people here. What we're about to do is very risky but can determine the course of our nation's path to greatness. I want all hands on board on this and when we succeed, I give you my word that the rewards are worth all the blood, sweat, and tears, you poured for this place." I stopped and took a breath.
"So, are you all with me?!"
"""YES, MA'AM! HAIL PRINCESS! HAIL BELKA!""" Cries full of spirit rang out of the command post, and soon, it infected all the soldiers in the trenches so that they also raised their own battle cries.
The second issue, the improvement of morale, is done.
"Ok, everyone pay attention." I signaled for the place to quiet down, then I conjured an interactive map based on the battle map on the table. While I have limited magic capability in almost all aspects, I could do something as simple as that easily. The staff marveled at the blueish map while Bryn curved her lips upward with a nod.
"We are here," I tapped on a spot with a cross symbol on the map, which then enlarged into detailed information about our current combat strength. "With only the combat effectiveness of slightly above a platoon, it's doubtful we can hold out with our limited arsenal. And that's why..."
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It took an entire afternoon to formulate a combat plan and by the time it was done, the sunset had already set. I slumped down on a foldable chair, massaging my temple to alleviate some of the fatigue, which didn't work at all. It was a blessing that Captain Morrick found me an unused room in the CP to let me rest, far away from the commotion.
"Exhausted?" A canteen appeared in front of me, and following the snowy white hand holding it, I gazed upon Bryn.
"Thanks... Bryn." Now that we're alone I have no qualms about calling her by her name.
"It was interesting, hearing you laid out the plans and preparations we have to make for tomorrow. I'm impressed by your ingenuity, once again."
I took a sip of the refreshingly cool water in the canteen. "Was this cooled by magic?"
"Oh? You noticed that?"
"It's infused with mana, after all, the refrigerator here couldn't make water that is this... soothing to one's tired body."
"A keen observation, and here I thought you don't have that good of an aptitude with magic." Bryn showered me with an inquisitive gaze while she sat down lightly on the table. "Your display of magic earlier was very impressive, innovating, and possibly revolutionizing. Such a simple usage of light magic to create an in-depth map of the battlefield granted us a new way to infer details of an ongoing battle. Though simple, one needs to have very fine control of their magic power, and extensive knowledge to pull it off."
I could easily tell that Bryn left a question unsaid.
"It's true that I don't have good talent in offensive or defensive magic. But I guess conjuring is my strong point in return. Making holograms or illusions isn't hard for me."
"I see. Thank you for satisfying my curiosity." Bryn gave me a nod.
"It's no big deal after all. Though I also have a question of my own, if you don't mind me asking."
"Go ahead."
"It eludes me how I never see large-scale attack magics, the best I've ever learned of is a fireteam-scale frost bomb. With which the power is comparable to a handheld grenade as best. Is there a reason why?"
"Ah, I get what you mean. Though this calls for a history lesson to which we don't have the time nor the equipment to properly show you the answer... Instead, I can give you a short answer. Imagine our world is run by a system, a system that never saw a glimpse of magic until 29 years ago."
"... Ulysses." This piece of lore is very crucial and interesting because it was never widespread knowledge. Not even the piece of media from where I came from included this.
"That's right, Ulysses, or as I and the rest of the Belkan administration call it, Ragnarok. That asteroid, infused with dense magic power, was carrying Yggdrasil's seed when it landed on Earth. When the cataclysmic event died down, mana flooded the Earth, giving birth to things that were once thought to be mere fantasy. First, exotic minerals proliferated, then came the monsters next was the Time of Demons, and lastly, us non-native to the world."
Letting that sink in for a bit, Bryn continued.
"We, as in Gods, Valkyrie, Angel, Devils, Elf, and so on... are the last vestige of many worlds that disappeared when Yggdrasil regressed into a seed. To protect us, Yggdrasil's seed brought us into its body and released us when the seed sprouted, and we were safe to leave. Appearing in a post-apocalyptic time, we ushered in order and stability on the surrounding region of the new Yggdrasil, the World Tree, and established the Belkan Reich."
"And history as we know it happened."
"Correct, the Great War happened shortly after. All nations further plunged themselves into a quagmire of chaos. Through this period of strife, we discovered that we're unable to use our magic to the fullest extent. Since we're otherworlders, the law of this world limited our magic power to maintain balance. Only when Yggdrasil fully matured and modified the world laws can we unleash our potential."
"So that's why science is still relevant on Earth. Magic is capable of creating miracles or devastation. Should an otherworld mage deem a nation a hindrance, they can just blink and erase said nation out of existence. Is this a blessing or a curse for our nation, however?" I couldn't help but ponder. The explanation makes sense, Belka could have dominated the world with otherworlders alone if Earth hadn't put a stopper to their strength.
"I would say that it's a blessing. We were used to the thought that it's by right we should lord over Earth and rebuild the lost glory of our worlds. With such a limiter, instead, it allows us to see and learn from the perspective of the common folks. We acquired knowledge and traits that benefit us in ways we could have only dreamt of before. I.e. science, management, humility, and patience... Gradually, we came to accept that to progress, we must co-exist with humanity. But humanity is very, very dangerous. They're too easily swayed by power, too fond of conflict, and too arrogant to acknowledge their faults. Lest we fall into the old ways and cause Yggdrasil to fall, we have taken the helm and guided Belka forward, granting the people under it a noble purpose. And owing to their superior number and outstanding ingenuity, humanity serves as the driving force behind Belka's progress and also as our balancing factor. To prevent us otherworlders from misusing our status. "
"Mutual dependency, right?"
"Yes, to quote the words of the Empress: ' Without humanity, us otherworlders are nothing. Without us, humanity is just a headless chicken.'"
"That's a sentiment I can agree with." Bryn raised an eyebrow at that.
"You spoke like you're not a human."
"To be fair, Belka was treated as an outcast of Earth for making a nation that is, and I quote: ' Harboring the treacherous freaks of nature.'" I took another sip from the canteen. " And as one of many humans in Belka, I also got lumped as ' traitorous existences of humankind that should be burned on stakes like the witches before them'. So do spare me the need to associate myself with the rest of the humans that are not from Belka."
"... I am surprised. Never saw you speke like this before."
"Don't be surprised just yet, more are still to come. Though for what it's worth, I do apologize for us, humankind's, follies. While the apocalyptic event caused us many losses, it also wasn't right for us to point fingers at you when you're also trying to survive in your own way. Thankfully, some portions of humanity chose to live peacefully with you guys, and here we are." I grandly waved my hands across the room. "Trying to have the rest of our brethren to see and acknowledge the differences of the two sides so that in the end, we may not be so... differences, after all."
"..." Bryn and I fell silent. We both have something on our minds. Me, remembering past events, and Bryn mulling over what I said. Suddenly, Bryn lifts her hand and caresses my right cheek.
"Thank you... It was a very touching thing to hear, and I do not doubt that the Empress agrees with your sentiment as well. In the end, it's like a battle between two ideologies. One seeks spotless purity while one seeks harmonious complexity. It's my... our hope that in the war of nations and worlds, Belka will emerge victoriously and bring true peace to all. And with talents like you backing us up, I can rest assured that such a notion is not far-fetched at all."
Her warm hand stopped then gently grabbed the canteen I was holding.
"You must be tired from all the rambling of an old lady."
"To me, you're not old. Don't belittle yourself like that."
"Haha, fine, I won't... Get some rest, I will bring supper and drink for you later. Wait for me, ok?" Bryn gently coaxing me, I felt a shift in her attitude though I couldn't quite put my hand on it.
" Ok then, this room is too big for me alone, and since you don't have accommodation yet... Do you want to share it with me for the time being?"
" Fufu, I will take up on the offer then. Get some shut-eye, my little commander." Bryn smiled at me, her words reminded me of my fatigue.
With Bryn heading out of the room and drowsiness overtaking me, I closed my eyes.
" You heard all of that?" I questioned.
" Yes, master. To answer your unspoken question, we don't have such limiters imposed on us." A soothing, smooth voice was heard in my head. If Bryn's voice was like the warmth of the morning sun, then this voice is cool and attention-grabbing like a priceless ice sculpture.
"It's my thought that this world treated us as natives since your current body was born on this planet."
"So, nothing is amiss, I'm glad." I breathed out a sigh of relief.
"If there's one thing you can trust, then that's Yggdrasil's promise always stays true."
"That's correct, huh... You can focus on the task at hand now. And thanks, a lot, for everything."
"Fufufu, Master, it's our duty and dearest wish to serve and protect you. On behalf of others, I offer you my heartfelt congratulations on fully regaining your memory, power, and most important of all, us." The voice, trying to control its excitement, gave me her tribute.
And just like that, with a smile and unburdened shoulders, I drifted off into dreamland.
Chapter 3: Chapter 3: Pawn (Edited)
Author notes: Chapter edited by Private Ko-xan
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Dawn breaks with the chilly morning wind wafting in from the slightly opened window.
Bryn wakes up to a feeling of loneliness, she notices that the person she was sharing a bed with last night is gone. Perturbed, Bryn gets up and looks around only to see her Princess sitting by the table, reassembling a Kar98k. While she saw many of her pupils do such a task before, she can't help but feel that her Princess's every action holds a certain charm to it. The way she calmly treats the parts, the glint in her eyes when she assesses the gun, and the satisfaction shown when she witnesses her handiwork. All of it entrances Bryn.
She wonders. ' What is wrong with me?'
Finally noticing that Bryn is awake. The Princess greets her Instructor. " Good morning, Bryn, did I wake you up?"
Shaking her head, Bryn answered. " No, you didn't. I can see that you still retain your fascination with firearms."
Laughing embarrassingly, Princess replied. " What can I say? It's a hobby I can't live without it. And considering the battle to come, I would say that it's a good hobby to have, no?"
Seeing her Princess still have the mood to joke, Bryn feels a touch of relief. " Seeing you have such good morale eased my heart a lot. The first battle is always the hardest for some, but I think you're an exception."
" I'm the one who cooked up this unorthodox plan. If the soldiers I'm commanding right now saw me in a state of hesitation. How can they trust me and fight without worries."
" It's good that you understand that. You are young, but you have leadership materials." Bryn let out a kind smile. She likes it when her students show good results.
" Hehe..." Scratching her cheeks which have a tinge of red, the Princess says. " I had someone bring us breakfast, it's not much, but I think this should suffice." The Princess points at the simple ham sandwiches on the table.
" Let's eat while we still can then." Bryn takes a seat at the table, and so does the Princess. They finish the bland food just in time when a Private knocks on the door.
" Madams, the Captain reported that there are movements on the Ustians side."
The Princess wipes her mouth with a handkerchief and drinks her cup of coffee. " That's our cue. Let us see the play that's about to come, shall we?" She offers her hand to Bryn, which Bryn elegantly takes.
They both head outside after grabbing their gear.
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" It seems like they are done fooling around, Princess." Captain Morrick passes me a pair of binoculars. Taking a look at the opposition, I can't help showing a dangerous grin.
" They pull out all the stoppers. Heh, it's better for us this way." I turn to the Captain. " Pass the order, have our men dig in and follow the plan."
" Yes, my liege."
" It's showtime."
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With a whopping 20 tanks and all the available infantrymen that could be mustered. The Ustians leave only a skeleton crew to protect their HQ and artillery position.
To them, it's a make-or-break situation.
" All troops, advance!" The whistle signifies an all-out attack. Just like before, the tanks move first with the infantry trailing behind them. Though the Ustian artillery gets to sing today.
An intense barrage of heavy artillery carpets the defensive line of the Belkans with dirt clouds, and craters litter the affected area. For the Ustians, this serves as a great morale booster, seeing their enemy punished with impunity.
The barrage keeps on delivering shock and awe for a full five minutes before it stop. By then, the tanks are 200 meters away from the Belkan trench. The Commander of the Ustian troops feels that something is wrong when no enemy resistance was encountered when they have made it this far in.
" Weird, have they retreated?" In one of the tanks, the Ustian Commander keeps scanning the terrain for any possible clue. He swings the turret left and right until his eyes catch something peculiar.
" That thing, why does it look familiar somehow?" He analyzes the mechanical contraption that somehow survives a barrage. It comes as a surprise to him, however, when the contraption starts spewing white gas at the approaching Ustians.
The Commander quickly scans the surroundings only to see more of those weird contraptions shooting out streams of gas across the entire battlefield. It doesn't take long though when the gas reaches its first victims, the tank crews.
Reports came in like a tide with multiple crews saying they feel extremely irritated in their eyes and skin. They can hardly breathe when the gas burns their respiratory system. Soon after, the infantrymen behind also succumb to the gas with the worst ones puking out their breakfast.
The Commander, also having a taste of that burning sensation, almost whimpering in a horrified manner when he finally saw soldiers with gas masks appear one by one in the Belkan trench. He clearly sees one soldier waving his hand in a downward manner then all hell breaks loose.
" GAS, GAS, GAS! THE BELKANS BROKE THE GENEVA CONVENTION! THEY BROKE THE CONVENTION!" Having relived the traumatic experience from a war long gone, the Ustian Commander hysterically screams on the radio, inflicting widespread panic among the Ustian soldiers.
" Retreat! Fallback!"
" Gas attack! It's gas!"
" It burns! Help m- Guehh"
Total hysteria ensues when the Belkans open fire, paying back tenfold the damage for every loss they took before.
The Belkan anti-air group was commandeered of their Flak 88 cannons and put in camouflaged positions to serve as anti-surface weapons. Their heavy 88mm high-explosive shell inflicts catastrophic damage on the Ustian tanks and infantries.
Soldiers of the Belkan Reich, having been briefed yesterday about the tanks' weaknesses, employ their reserve of K bullets and other light AT equipment to disable the vehicles. This forced the panicking crews to bail out and run back to the Ustian line. Notably, the Belkan Princess managed to earn 17 kills and 3 tanks disabled with her Kar98k.
Surprisingly, some Ustians make a stand and try to push forward despite their losses. Such an action amounts to nothing when the Belkan Air Force arrives. The infamous Stuka sirens sing freely, promising death and destruction to ants below. And with their payload, that they did. The entire field was renovated with bomb craters and gores of unfortunate souls. The fortunate few that make it back to the Ustian line breathe a sigh of relief, even though it pained them that their comrades will have no corpse to bury.
They praise their lord and savior a bit too soon, though. This time, it was the Ustian HQ and artillery position to take the wrath of the Belkan heavy artillery. With their position exposed thanks to the 13th Recon, it will be unkind of the 88th artillery not to return the favor now, wouldn't it? It is not the end yet, as any straggler will also be dealt with by Bf-109s headed by Rigel Squad using their guns and 50kg bombs.
The battle lasted for an hour with the post-battle clean-up taking more time, lasting the entire day. As promised, the Belkan Air Force patrols the air space nonstop with each passing earning the cheers of soldiers down below. When night falls, the number of reports that need to be dealt with greatly tired out the Belkan Princess, much to her chagrin.
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" Brothers and sisters, our battle is sure to be won! Death to the Ustians!" A burly soldier towering over two meters boosts the morale of his comrades in arms. With the heritage of an Oni, it's no surprise seeing that he is killing a swath of enemies with two MG-34s. Unlike his berserker-like battle cry though, he looks surprisingly calm operating the machine guns.
" Huhm... A talent to keep track of." I think while taking the life of an Ustian. Swiftly pulling the bolt back, I put in a fresh five-round clip then slam the bolt forward. With trained movement, I quickly acquire another target to kill.
*BANG* His head splattered on the hull of a tank and his friends scurried for cover or turned back to run. It doesn't take long for me to empty all five shots. But this time I want to hunt bigger prey so I load a clip of K bullets.
It's hard to miss a tank on a battlefield like this one, though I do admit it's not easy to identify critical components of a tank. Much harder when you are actively trying to take them out with a rifle that has no magnifying optics. Didn't stop me though. Fragile stuff like gunner optic or driver port, aren't protected heavily in the first place. Hence, I go for either armament or maneuverability kill on the tanks. Earned me some respected gazes when I pulled it off too.
" They're charging at us."
Bryn, who's holding a rifle next to me, informed me when she saw the Ustians make a desperate charge. I nod to her and order.
" Grenadiers ready!" At my command, soldiers start uncorking their grenades, ready to greet the charge with a devastating strike. " Now!"
With a flurry of hands, dozens of grenades were thrown. At such a close distance, you can see the enemy infantry turn pale when they realize what's about to happen. Consecutive explosions tear the air, followed by pained screams and cries as the damage finally registers in the enemy line.
" Another one, men!" More grenades rain down on the Ustians for good measure. This effectively stops the Ustians dead in their track, whoever's left is easy picking for us.
I was in the middle of my killing spree when I heard sirens from above. That's when I knew that we'd won for sure.
" Took these guys long enough." I look up to see Stukas diving down with their guns blazing and bombs ready to drop. A sight I never thought I would bear witness to.
" We're done here, Bryn... What?" Why is she looking at me with an amused gaze?
" You were very cool, did you know that?"
" I did?" I take a look at the soldiers around me. They all hold the same reverent gaze. " You guys think so too?"
"" HAIL VICTORY! HAIL PRINCESS! HAIL BELKA!"" I receive ear-numbing cheering as an answer. Exasperated, I turn back to Bryn.
" Will this happen a lot in the future?" I questioned, fearing for the future.
" At the rate you're going right now, yes, my dear."
I facepalm and earn a chuckle from Bryn. Though I do admit, this isn't a bad result for my first proper battle, not at all.
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In the Belkan Command Post, I sit down and listen to the subordinate's report. Post-battle clean-up is always a chore to do in whatever world you're in, glad to know something hasn't changed.
" Only 4 deaths and 17 injured. The World Tree sure blessed us this time around."
I sigh while massaging my temple. " Give me the list of casualties later, I will address it personally."
" Yes, Princess."
" I expect to hear some good news after that, no?"
" Yes, the battle concluded with us achieving total victory. Thanks to your ingenuity, we'd made use of peppers, mustard, and chilies to make tear gas. While the elves created illusions of the Great War gas dispensers to inflict mental trauma onto the enemy. This combination proved to be very effective in incapacitating unprotected soldiers non-lethally. And with it, the Ustians were routed with many of their soldiers surrendering and becoming our POWs. Most of their high-ranking cadres were the first to run away before running into the ambush set up by the 13th Recon. Notably, the Ustian Commander, one Jeoff de Lyon, had his car run into a heavy anti-tank mine. The 13th reported not even the frame of the car stayed intact."
" Jeoff de Lyon, as in the Lyon the Lion?"
" Yes, Princess. He is the famed Ustian veteran from the Great War."
This earns a snicker from me. " So much for a war hero, ditching his men and running bravely... away from the fight."
The entire map room erupts into laughter, some say if they were him, they would rather choke on their spit and die.
" Anyway, while it's fun to mock the enemy while they're down, I don't want arrogant clouding your minds, got it?"
"" YES, PRINCESS.""
" Good, carry on people."
" We managed to capture 9 fully operational tanks and 3 moderately damaged ones. With the enemy HQ completely abandoned on such short notice, we're hoping to recover more of their equipment and supplies to fuel the war effort." The soldier pauses and turns a page in his notebook. " The Air Force drops us a lot of supplies also, we received a new batch of radios and are setting them up as we speak, Princess."
" Well done. Keep me posted, you're dismissed."
The soldier performs a salute and heads out to resume his duty. I was left there alone, looking down on the interactive war map while the rest of the staff are running around, minding their own business.
According to the knowledge I have from my past life, this was supposed to be a losing battle. Without me, the Ustians would have steamrolled the Belkan military, winning much ground in the process. And when the Time of Demons arrives four months later, Belka lost all hope in mounting a counterattack. But I changed it, changed everything. I threw the script out the window and now I'm ready to flip the table itself.
Only four months left till everything stagnated.
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"...oh, and make sure you tell the chefs to cook a sumptuous meal for the guys."
" Will do, Princess."
" Dismiss."
It's almost 7 PM, about time for the men and women of our army to grab a hot meal.
" I will be in the communication room, without my explicit order, no one is allowed to go in. When it's ready, bring dinner to my quarter." I gave one last order before taking my coat that was hanging on a chair. Draping it over my shoulders, I make my way to the communication room and close the door behind me.
" Privacy at last."
I sit down and loosen my shirt for comfort. I then operate the radio station to connect me with my... mothers. Thankfully, the Air Force dropped us the long-range comm equipment, which saved me a fair bit of trouble.
" Hello, can the other side hear me?" It's been a while since I used something as old as this, gotta reacclimate myself for a bit.
" Yeah, I'm fine mom, Instructor Bryn protected me after all. Not to mention the Air Force and Army personnel who did most of the heavy lifting, I just gave them orders mom."
" Mama? Ha... She overreacted again, didn't she?"
" I know, I know. I will get her a souvenir later, mom."
" Yes, yes... I will also hang around for our much-needed family time mom."
" ... Going back? Eh... About that."
" Mom, just listen to my explanation first... Mama? No...? Wait, wait! I can explain. I assure you what I'm about to say is of much interest to you, mama."
" I love you mom, mama. Thanks for hearing me out."
" Ok, you and mom are in the Army Command Center, right? That's good then, any moment now there should be a delivery girl arriving at the main gate of the Center. With her is a sealed package containing some files and documents that I would like you and mom to read, sign, and follow the instructions written alongside those."
" Ha-ha, it's a secret for now mama. But I would like it better if there are fewer people knew about this. Only the designated persons should be involved in what's about to come."
" Of course, it's not harmful to the nation mama. I will never do anything that hurts you and mom."
" ... Yes, I will obediently stay here. Instructor Bryn is taking care of me so you don't have to worry. Yes, love you, mama! Tell mom I love her too!"
"..."
I leaned back on the chair. While I do have memories of my previous life, I do want to treasure the bonds I have created in this world. It's not a bad feeling, to love and be loved by two mothers. Though it's a bit surprising that I have two of them.
I shake my head with a wry smile, such thoughts should be for another day.
" I have eaten your Pawn, now I'm aiming for your Chariot... Ustio."
It's gonna be a short four months...
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