Continental Hero Senki

It was on February 14 that the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce sent us information on the Imperial Army.

The size of the Silesian Crusaders is 40 divisions, with 600,000 mobilized, including rear units and non-combatants. Is the specific invasion operation or organization unknown? That's a bad idea.

I must use the help of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Ostmarc to convey this information to Major Emilia, Senior Counsellor of the Royal Army General Operations Headquarters, in the past.

So the next February 15th, I meet Mr. Fine, the first girl in ashes since sometime in the example mass cafeteria. The coffee shop in front of the attorney general's office was reluctant because of the content of the conversation.

There was an example pair of two people in the Mass Dining Room who were associates of Mr. Fine. As I pointed out before, there can be bug holes in your clothes, and your hands and nails are worn out like factory workers. Craftsmanship, right?

"I was aware that the Captain had left for the Grill Palzers, but I didn't know there was a personal connection."

"Yep. I didn't know until recently."

It's the first time I've heard of it in a letter from Radek. And it's really only recently that I found out that the Grill Palzer Chamber of Commerce is such a big organization. Oh, my God. I'm a foreigner.

I mean, Mr. Feene, you were stalking Sarah about me right now and you fell apart? No, I'm fine. Can I take a rose?

"That's a lot quicker than that."

Mr. Feene keeps talking about my anxiety. Should I not point it out?

"Perhaps we knew to some extent when the Eastern Continental Empire began mobilizing. And the diplomat said he gathered information when I made contact."

"I see. Between the 11th and 14th, you just confirmed the will of the Chamber of Commerce management and consolidated the ground for information."

"That's what I mean"

But the scale of mobilisation was as expected over here. As it stands now, I just got proof in my predictions. More specifically, it would be nice to know in what respects how many divisions it is and who commands it...... Does that depend on the extent to which the Imperial Taiwanese nephew will cooperate?

"But with a month and a half to go before the war starts, it looks like Royal Army General Operations and I haven't come up with a specific interception plan yet, huh?

I can't talk to a military plane.

"You don't have to talk about it. I'm oblivious to what I call a soldier, but if you look at this, you can see that the Royal Army moves a lot dull. Proof you haven't thought about it."

That's what I said. Mr. Fine put out a little beautiful writing from the nostalgia of worn clothes.

I'll just shift my gaze and look at the paper. Contents include the mobilisation status and subtle placement of the Royal Silesian Army. Information control in our kingdom must be too loose...

Anyway, I feel like the Royal Army is moving a little slower when I see this paper. The eastern border zone has finally begun the evacuation of its inhabitants, with the army assembling 10 divisions. However, it is appropriately distributed in the border zone because we do not know how to place it. Hmm, that's not good......

"The captain told us about the business meeting at the Grill Palzer house, so we can share one piece of information with you."

Was the rule still in effect?

"... what is it?

"It is the name of the Commander-in-Chief of the Silesian Crusade Army, and of its Tabernacles. I'll finally tell you where they stand politically, not to mention as a service."

"... that information, you won't charge me later, will you?

"If you want to pay something else, you can pay it, right?

"Oh, no. Tell me, please."

Gorill the forehead to the counter without worrying about the eyes. When I looked at Mr. Fine with a chill on his side as he sat down in the ground, he always looked shy.

"... may I speak to you, Captain?

"Oh, please"

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20 February.

Major Emilia Silesia, Senior Counsellor of the General Operations Headquarters, received a call this day from General Manager Marshal Rubinstein.

"What can I do for you?

"Well, it will be about the admissibility of the ten or eighty-nine proposed operations"

These young female officers were calm despite being summoned to the head of the military department, the General Manager. It is sometimes referred to as their status as royalty and duke's wife. But the majority of it was because they were watching the upper management of the General Operations Headquarters rush this past month. When the interception proposal against the Imperial Army appeared, it repeatedly disappeared, and the final three remaining draft operations were under endless discussion. It was not a debate involving tactics or strategy, but rather a political and sometimes emotional debate about the position of High Counsellor and the existence of Princess Emilia, the political enemy of the Grand Duke. In particular, the Grand Duchy, the Under-Secretary of General Operations, vehemently opposed the Emilia proposal.

It was this past 20 February that I saw an end to what could be termed an ugly state of affairs in the upper management of that General Operations.

The Kingdom has already announced a mobilisation decree and soon all reserve mobilization will end. I have to organize and place my troops in the rest of the month, but if at that time I were to say that nothing had been decided on the interception operation against the Imperial Army, I couldn't help but organize or place my troops.

That's when Marshal Rubinstein's crane, General Operations Director, decided on the final interception plan.

At 1: 55 p.m. Major Emilia visited the Director-General's Office. He was the Director General and his deputy, as well as the Deputy Director General. Major Emilia tried to remember the name of the deputy director of the headquarters, but stopped excavating his memory because the director of the headquarters opened his mouth.

The General Manager went to the point where the greetings were also there and remained standing.

"The other day, your proposed operation was judged to be" OK "."

The Director General answered briefly. Major Emilia suppressed it from appearing on his face with great joy in his heart, and tried to express his gratitude.

But the General Manager's lips did not stop, and he uttered words that Major Emilia did not make predictable.

"However, questions remain as to the likelihood of success. If you are willing to be in charge of the operation yourself, General Operations will approve this draft operation and spare no effort."

To sum up, "Major Emilia, go to the front line and take command of the operation".

This was a proposal produced as a result of a compromise with the Under-Secretary General, a Grand Duchy. The Under-Secretary General wondered if Princess Emilia would command the operation within the remaining safe walls of the court. She's a woman, and she's 15, extremely royal. Normally, a 15-year-old girl would never go to such a danger zone of her own volition.

The deputy director of the headquarters expected Princess Emilia to answer "No (Nie)," no, she was sure.

Unfortunately, however, Emilia today was not a "princess" but a "major".

"Understood."

She replied briefly, moving her neck up and down quietly as if satisfied. The Director General knew that this proposed operation was fit for war, and that Princess Emilia was separate from what is commonly referred to as the royalty.

And the Under-Secretary General, on the other hand, had an indescribably funny face.

The Under-Secretary General did not know. that she had already been on the front line during the Laskino War of Independence and that the Major's body had been exposed to human blood.

When Major Emilia was satisfied with the look on the face of such a deputy general manager, he turned to the general manager.

"His Excellency the Director General. May I ask you a question?

"Hmm. I don't mind."

"Thank you. The question is about my identity during the operation."

Emilia, still a major, is too low-ranked to be responsible for this proposed interception operation with 20 divisions moving. At the very least, it will have to be in the position of Admiral. Whoever sees it, she doesn't have the authority to move 20 divisions.

"No problem. As High Counsellor, I want you to assist the Commander-in-Chief of this interception operation."

"As a tabernacle, are you?"

"No, I'm not a tabernacle. Senior Counsellor immediately seconded by the General Operations. This is your job."

Major Emilia understood by these words. At this moment, for the first time, a specific role was decided for the position of High Counsellor. The Senior Counsellor came forward and assisted the Commander as Acting Chief of General Operations. If so, it follows that even if she herself is a major, her opinion has the effect of being the opinion of the Director-General.

This decision, by the way, is unknown to the Under-Secretary General.

Major Emilia was pleased that he had finally been given a clear job and regretted that the next thing he knew, he was less free to move.

But joy will be greater. Because now we have the foundation for Silesia to win.