Chapter 126

  At this time, Lieutenant General Ryneburg proposed to the commander's meeting after breaking through the reconnaissance troops of the opposing alliance: "We should immediately launch a full-scale attack on the rebel army base with all our land forces. If we don't take the initiative, the enemy will only attack us actively. On this small planetary surface, since coexistence is impossible, survival and victory are synonymous. Please make a decision, Commander."

  Shortly thereafter, a system was put in place with Lieutenant General Rune Bjerke as commander and Major General Morten Haga Lunde as deputy commander, leading the fleet's landing forces to attack the Alliance base, aiming to eliminate the Alliance's ground defense forces and occupy this important logistics base.

  "I heard that our Lieutenant Colonel Ryneburg was sharp as a tack at the officers' meeting... and gave that blond kid, Major General's son, a good scolding. Hehehe, I really want to see the look on that kid's face - he's always been the center of attention, this is going to be fun! What bad luck, my rank isn't high enough... or else I could go watch the show. Aaahhh! I need to work hard to get promoted!" Colonel Favonnel said to his subordinate behind him.

  "Hey, if you weren't a noble, how could you be a colonel at the age of 27?! If it wasn't for your repeated violations of military discipline, I reckon you should have been a general by now! Rudolph, do you still want to save face?" said the bespectacled evil staff officer.

  "Besides, that blond kid, if it weren't for his sister's sake, should be a junior officer under our command saying 'Yes, sir!'!" Colonel Schteckenhelm sneered further.

  "Gustav, you just can't stand seeing others do well... Truly a narrow-minded and despicable little man. Hahaha, but I like despicable little men." Viscount Favoniel burst out laughing and patted the shoulder of Baron Shuttkal von Hausenbach.

  These people, as commanders of the ground-based fleet, should have been responsible for planning and supplying the attack, but with the reasonable excuse that "Major General Muegel is our superior, so it's only natural to let him handle it", they left everything to Major General Reinhard von Muegel. They themselves were drinking and loafing on the side, if not for the tradition of no women in the front lines of the Imperial Army, they would probably have brought a bunch of prostitutes into the command ship room for an open party...

  "What a detestable, infuriating guy! I even feel disgusted just breathing the same air as him. And those two damned noble lazy bums! Not an ounce of responsibility as Imperial officers!"

  Although he spat out such words, he still made an effort to execute the tasks that came with the reluctant position of Vice Commander of the Luneburg Army without any sloppiness. This may be Reinhardt's inherent serious personality. Reinhardt didn't mind being criticized for being "proud" or "arrogant", but he couldn't bear it when others questioned his abilities or sense of responsibility. He maintained the minimum necessary courtesy towards Commander Luneburg, made a thorough mobilization plan, prepared the transportation system, and planned the required amount of weapons and ammunition. His diligent appearance earned him admiration from everyone, and although unintentional, it proportionally increased the evaluation of Reinhardt compared to his dislike for Luneburg.

  But on the outer flank of Rheinhelden, the entire situation did not show any dramatic changes and remained stagnant.

  Irresponsibility at the strategic level and shortsighted frenzy at the tactical level accelerated the chaos.

  At this time, the command centers of both the Imperial Army and the Allied Forces were unable to grasp the overall situation and the movements of each unit. When official records were compiled later, elements lacking in unity and integration in overall operational command were eliminated, resulting in a large number of facts being ignored.

  On April 3rd, Reinhardt's emotional complexity was quite profound in terms of quality, which became apparent from his own perspective and became the material for Luneburg to achieve success. Although he felt a sense of resistance swelling up, his personality did not allow him to become complacent about it.

  "I never thought I was such a terrible person. Jill Fizz, maybe I'm just a hard-luck guy? Even though I knew it would all become Luineburg's achievement, I still worked so diligently."

  On April 3, Luneville ordered Rheinhardt: "Major General Muger, on April 7 at zero hour, launch a general attack on the rebel base. Of course, I will command it personally, but also ask you to follow as deputy commander. Hope you can show your strength in preparation and also on the battlefield."

  Reinhardt's answer was brief: "Yes!"

  Then a voice came from behind: "I also request to be assigned an attack mission in one direction! My subordinate has 600 very capable marines, and the fleet that provided air support for you, Lieutenant General Luneville, is also mine. How about it? Do you want to compromise, Lieutenant General Luneville?"

  Herman von Lüneburg furrowed his brow, but after considering for a few seconds, he also had to say: "Colonel Favonil... what do you want to do? Alright! Then you can act as mobile forces at will! But the command of air support must be transferred!"

  "No problem!" Colonel Fawcett said, "Alright, Shutekhaojian. We can go have some fun now."

  For the first time in their lives, two lieutenant generals had achieved unity in expression, action and mentality. Ryner Burk and Muyuel both gave Colonel Fawenil and Lieutenant Colonel Shutke Hauen a look of contempt with the utmost disdain as they turned to leave.

  April 7th. "Before we start the war, let's hear what Major Mjolnir has to say."

  This remark by Rueynebrulke does not contradict his statement at the Fleet Officer's meeting the other day. Rather, it seems that within the organization, listening to the vice-admiral's remarks is a way of teaching this 18-year-old young man that the vice-admiral is an appendage of the commander-in-chief. Reinhardt was naturally dissatisfied, and at times like these, he could pretend to be mediocre and resist by not speaking his true thoughts, but it seems that won't work.

  "There's no need to be anxious about the ground battle itself. The difference in military strength between us and the enemy is huge, and we've also made sufficient preparations to make full use of it. The only thing that needs attention is the enemy's space combat capabilities, attacking our fleet from above..."

  Reinhardt reported afterwards in a fairly serious tone, and Luneburg nodded.

  "If I can rise to prominence in the future, I will definitely invite you to be my aide. Your talent and insight are truly not what an 18-year-old should have. In the future when I fulfill my duties as a military officer for the empire, I hope you can assist me from the side."

  Reinhardt responded to Luneberg's praise, setting up a silent magnetic field around him. The words of the fugitive were indeed beyond Reinhardt's expectations. He had never hoped to become someone else's staff officer, nor had he ever thought about it. Since graduating from elementary school, he had several superiors, but they were all the result of mechanical personnel arrangements by the Ministry of Military Affairs, not recruited by powerful generals. Many officers could not see Reinhardt's talents, and Reinhardt never expected them to have a neutral or better attitude towards him.

  Luneville is a great exception! He even automatically hopes that Rheinhardt will become his subordinate.

  Just as the atmosphere was becoming weird and tense, a completely out-of-place laughter and voice came from the intercom: "Black Spade A! You're finished! Gustav! Dick! Pay up quickly! And don't forget you owe me a fun trip to the high-class brothel! Hahahaha!" Colonel Fafnir's voice echoed in it, accompanied by similarly transmitted wails.

  "Damn it! Rudolf von Fafnir! Are you still treating the Imperial Army's laws as nothing at this point!! I'll have your head on a platter! I swear, I'll kick you down to the warehouse and let you rot!" Lieutenant General Reinebruke could no longer bear it, shouting loudly into the transmitter.

  "Ah! Sorry! I forgot to turn off the transmitter! I'm extremely anxious! General, please forgive me this time. Look, we're about to go into battle, aren't we? I promise not to disappoint you!"

  Luneville let out a weak sigh, facing him was the hereditary viscount of the empire, although he had already fallen but still a noble. What could he do as a descendant of a former fugitive noble? Muger felt sympathetic towards this person.

  Although it was morning, that was only according to the 24-hour clock display. The surface and sky of Vanvriet 4=2 were always dark. Looking east towards the horizon from the Allied military base, a huge gaseous planet shone with a faint orange glow, with dozens of stages of colorless clouds, ranging from pure white to jet black, swirling on its surface. Each of these clouds had an area larger than that of medieval European countries. These scenes, like those in religious paintings, occupied the horizon near Vanvriet 4=2, while above them lay a dark sky.

  Although it is said to be the horizon, in Vanfleit 4=2 it looks a bit elliptical. The shadow of the Imperial Army's ground forces appeared on the horizon north of the Federation base at 6:22. Armored ground vehicles, self-propelled rail runners, and ground attack machines were its main force, a hellish furnace that embodied the idea of throwing enemy biological and non-biological entities into the flames of destruction, materializing into tangible slaughter.

  The ground combat personnel below the rank of Lieutenant Colonel have all put on their powered armor, and the other troops have also put on their airtight suits, waiting for the Imperial Army to arrive.

  The wavelengths of the two armies' communication waves were synchronized. This was a necessary measure for mutual notification or advice. When the two armies broke through the callback line, the first voice was issued by Lieutenant Colonel Walter von Schoenbeck of the Allied Forces.

  "Warning to the Imperial Army, stop the futile attack and retreat with your hands up. This way you can keep your lives, it's still not too late. Your loved ones back home are making your beds, waiting for your return."

  But almost instantly afterwards, a sly voice came from the Imperial Army: "Ah, your mom and wife are waiting for me in bed, your tiny dick can't satisfy them! Hurry back to get an enlargement surgery! You rebel idiot!"

  Kubo also froze for a few seconds before bursting into laughter: "It seems the Empire has some interesting people too."

  Kaspar shrugged his shoulders.

  "It seems they don't want to retreat, Colonel." The angry roar of Base Commander General Seryi Brezhnev echoed through the microphone.

  "First, Captain Koubu! What was that transmission just now? After opening the communication line, shouldn't we listen to the Empire's communication first? You can't be reckless like this!"

  On the other side, General Luneville also had a toothache-like expression, but he didn't say anything. He just waved his hand and gave the order to attack.

  Reinhardt and Gilfeather both donned their armor, preparing for close combat. Although they had been through it several times before, stepping onto the mental track that led to close combat always brought a subtle shudder.

  Reinhard was extremely averse to fighting on the ground. For him, battle should be fleet battles in space, and the larger the scale the better. Ships numbered in the tens of thousands, distances measured in light-seconds - that was what he called battle. On the ground, with distances of ten or a hundred kilometers, it was basically no different from tribal warfare in the Stone Age. Although he knew this was prejudice, Reinhard still thought so.

  "The enemy also has a very pleasant guy, Gilfeather. Look, that Luneburg is full of bitter faces. Fortunately, our side also has a rogue, is this the role of a rogue?"

  The battle has finally begun.

  The world was filled with a kaleidoscope of colors, as well as various shades of monochrome. Although almost silent, the earth was shaking, and flying sand slowly fell onto the armor suit. Sand got into the gun barrel, and after brushing it off, it fired. Countless trajectories seemed to have stretched out a membrane between heaven and earth.

  Attack aircraft swooped in low. On the ground, trenches were dug out, and vehicles and artillery exploded along them. The cannons on the ground retaliated, with thousands of rays stretching towards the dark sky, exploding into flowers of light everywhere. Some planes were hit by direct beams and scattered, while others suffered partial damage, leaving spiral trails in the air before crashing to the ground. Fragments slowly rose and fell back down. The slow motion seemed to mock those who had devoted themselves wholeheartedly to killing. What was most unbearable was when parts of the bodies of those bombed floated gently in the frozen gaze of the soldiers. The soldiers were forced to see what they least wanted to see. At this time, a high-speed bullet flew horizontally, taking off the head of an unfortunate observer and carrying it somewhere else. Meanwhile, some new recruits had already gone mad, but the artillery fire continued to intensify.

  The Allied forces' firepower concentrated, the Imperial Army's armored vehicles exploded in a flash of light. The other armored vehicles nearby spat out retaliatory flashes. This time it was the turn of the Allied forces' armored vehicles to explode, and the soldiers' bodies turned into fireballs flying towards the sky. Counterattack, counter-counterattack, part of the base's buildings were damaged by the ground attack aircraft's beam strikes. The bullets stretched towards the dark sky, bursting out a dense and colorful neon, the armored vehicles charged like a gang of bandits, colliding with high-voltage power lines, bringing down a cascade of blue-white sparks.

  A twin-barreled, wire-guided missile tank advances. It fires a multi-warhead composite projectile that can completely destroy an armored ground vehicle with the thickest heavy armor in one shot, like a carnivorous beast.

  "Fire!"

  The order was given, and the cannon fire heated up, flying out black long shadows, dragging thin guidance lines, approaching the enemy at supersonic speed.

  The Allied armored vehicle tried to avoid it, but the hit was unusually accurate. As metal fragments scattered from the wound, an orange-red glow expanded into a sphere, and the armored vehicle disintegrated like a shadow, with cheers erupting on the Imperial Army's communication channels.

  The losses of the Allied forces were not limited to one. The second armored vehicle followed by an explosion, the third was blown over, and the other armored vehicles desperately escaped from the range of multi-functional composite shells. And the Imperial Army advanced even further, and the Allied defense line retreated.

  Xian Kou Bu zha le ge she.

  "You hit it so accurately, it's stunning!"

  "It seems to be an electromagnetic wave shielding type. Disrupting radio waves and carbon smoke screens are useless, and there's no other way to counter it except for destroying the vehicle itself."

  This remark made Commander Bu nod in agreement and turn around to look at his young but physically imposing subordinate.

  "Can a laser beam cut through an induction line? Diana Dickin."

  "Give it a try."

  Dique's response was brief, but he carefully raised his long-range sniper rifle. Despite the beam shots nearby, flying rocks and debris, he didn't flinch. Soon after, his finger pulled the trigger, and in an instant, the guided missile launcher's wire flew through the air. The cannon car, having lost its main weapon, was immediately captured by a giant hand of light and heat under the concentrated firepower of the Allied forces.

  The Imperial Army has invaded the base three times, and all three times were repelled. Due to the terrain, it is difficult to deploy a large force horizontally, so they can only continue to launch vertical attacks, waiting for the enemy to exhaust itself.

  "Firstly, that blond kid is quite good. Anyway, it won't last long..."

  Deliberately speaking of contemptuous words, on the contrary, also proved that Luneville could not ignore the existence of Sichov. However, ironically, this is somewhat similar to overestimation. Sichov was not the overall commander of the defensive command in Vervier 4=2, but only served as part of the defense line.

  Apart from General Khabarov, the other allied military commanders were also good at fighting, especially when Major-General Sherebryakov organized a command system that was dispersed in a radial manner and had extremely poor lateral communication. One of the factors was that this was a rear base, so weapons and ammunition were very abundant.

  However, on the other side of the Imperial Army, Colonel Favner's 600-strong main force was making smooth progress. Lieutenant Dick von Karl may be a lousy gambler, but he had a keen intuition unique to gamblers - although this intuition never helped him win money at the gaming table, it proved incredibly useful in battle. Lieutenant Karl issued accurate orders one after another, driving this small army to continuously tear open the defensive line of the Allied Forces on this side, successfully breaking through. Colonel Favner and Major Schuttkamp sat leisurely in their armored vehicle, not giving any commands, watching the battle until Lieutenant Karl completed the breakthrough and opened the outer wall of the base before getting off the car and walking into the Allied base.

  At this moment, the first variable emerged. The Fifth Fleet of the Alliance completed its advance and appeared in the sky above the planet, ready to strike at the Grimmelshausen fleet. The Grimmelshausen fleet hastily took off to counterattack the Allied fleet, with both ground and space becoming chaotic like a red soup. However, the Allied Fifth Fleet was not in an overwhelmingly advantageous position either. With over 10,000 ships moving from the outer rim to the interior of the galaxy, even if there were some time differences, it would be impossible for them not to be discovered. Both armies were working hard to probe each other's movements, and Mückenberger was by no means a useless person; he had already seen that the Allied forces' actions were aimed at the Van-Fleet-4=2 galaxy.

  To the Imperial military high command, especially to Marshal Muckenberger, it was not considered worth risking to rescue the Grünewald fleet. However, since the movements of the Rebel Alliance had been largely confirmed, a reaction could no longer be avoided.

  Muckenbell ordered the main force of the entire army to concentrate and move to the Vanverriet 4-2 zone. This command was almost correct in terms of tactics, but unfortunately, it was a bit late. If he had issued this order three hours earlier, he would have been able to defeat the Fifth Fleet of the Allied Forces head-on and then defeat each of the successive Allied forces that arrived, achieving a comprehensive victory. However, in reality, the Imperial Army's full force was advancing towards the Vanverriet 4-2 zone in pursuit of the Fifth Fleet.

  Although Admiral Beatty had anticipated this situation, it was not possible to ask the Commander-in-Chief of the Grand Fleet to change its overall operational plan if it did not materialize. The old admiral, who was often rejected by the military school's academic clique, was forced to fight alone. He himself didn't expect much from his subordinate fleets either, but at this time, he had already contacted Admiral Portal of the 12th Squadron. Beatty's most trusted colleague was Admiral Wulff of the 9th Squadron, but he did not participate in this battle, and Portal was Beatty's second most trusted commander.

  On the other hand, the situation on the ground is also murky, like a thick bean soup.

  Reinhardt, though in the midst of gunfire, couldn't help but take command of the Nebelkr?he, and although not as he would have liked, he indeed had a bit of trouble deciding what to do.

  "What's the overall situation now, Jill Fairs?"

  "This is an unanswerable question, Lord Reinhardt."

  In the Galactic Empire's military, there were probably no more than a few thousand people with the rank of vice-officer. And it was likely that among them, this red-haired young man, who was possibly the most talented, said at this time: "Impossible."

  The so-called "overall situation" is fleeting and changing rapidly, even if you grasp it, you will already be lagging behind the times. Even if you can grasp it correctly, it will all be known to Rheinhardt as the commander-in-chief, which may not only benefit him but also make Reinhard more disadvantaged.

  Giraffe puts the helmet of the powered suit against Reinhardt's helmet, using a contact method that prevents eavesdropping.

  "Lord Reinhardt, I dare to say this: for now, please focus on the battlefield in front of us. As long as we establish our own military achievements, we can withdraw immediately. Please don't worry about the bigger picture anymore."

  Reinhardt gazed at Gilfeather with his icy blue eyes wide open, a smile spreading across his neat lips.

  "Gilfaeth, I never thought you'd be advocating for self-interest?"

  Laughter ceased in a short time, and the hard surface was covered with white beauty like frost.

  "Let's just do it, after all, it's a meaningless battle. At least I'll be able to establish my own military achievements with you."

  As Reinhardt declared his resolve, the battle continued unabated. The combat command of Luneberg proved effective, and the Imperial Army finally invaded the base. Crushing the second wave of counterattacks by the Allied Forces, although suffering considerable losses, they finally approached the building of the base commander.

  Earlier than that, Colonel Fafnir's troops had already infiltrated, with Colonel Fafnir himself wearing a specially modified suit of armor, to which two hooks had been added at the hips, from which hung a crystal longsword and a crystal greatsword, while he carried in his hand a double-handed crystal battle-axe as he walked down the corridor of the base, followed by Major Schuttkalbe, who also carried a crystal battle-axe, and behind him several guardsmen. Captain Dick von Karl had not come with them; he was still outside coordinating the route and steps of the attack, and opening his mouth to give orders.

  Siegfried Gilfiyas got separated from Reinhardt in the chaos of the battle and encountered unexpected danger.

  Giraffe realized that the man in front of him might be the strongest enemy he had ever faced. In his eyes, three Imperial soldiers were quickly slaughtered by a battle-axe, and not even a millimeter of space was revealed when facing Giraffe. The infrared vision was affected by the turbulent heat waves, making it almost impossible to see the face inside the helmet, probably the same for the opponent. What could be confirmed was that sleek and tall figure, as well as the astonishing combat power hidden within. A moment's confrontation led to a fierce battle.

  Fierce intersecting battle-axes brought down countless small fire dragons around them. The two of them seemed to have discussed it beforehand, using the heel of one foot as an axis, turning their bodies to neutralize the intense reaction force.

  The fierce battle continued, with attacks, parries, and ripostes, dozens of movements linked together without a moment's pause, sparks decorating the extremely short intervals, unfolding a magnificent display that only appeared in near-death situations.

  If it were an ordinary soldier, he would not know how many gates of death he had passed through. In terms of skills and experience, Gilgamesh should have been at a disadvantage, but he somehow managed to seal off his flexible and natural attacks.

  In his heart, Shang Ke couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Apart from Lu Nianbu'erke, the empire actually had such a strong person. What was it for? Even if the army itself was corrupt, the talent hadn't been exhausted yet?

  Gillfeather was also in awe, and yet entwined with fear. But this wasn't to say he was cowardly, his fear was if

  If such a dangerous person were to appear before Reinhardt... This imagined fear of death, precisely because it was not for his own sake that he felt this fear, was all the more profound. Gilfeather did not think Reinhardt was weaker than himself, but he still hoped to be able to protect Reinhardt with his own strength.

  Finally, in the midst of fierce fighting, there was a gap. Taking a step back, Kou Bu first adjusted his breathing.

  "I want to know your name."

  This was the first sentence between the two duelists. After a moment of hesitation, just as he was about to respond, beside them,

  Something exploded. All feelings were torn apart and shaken, they were knocked open by invisible things.

  Along with a flash of light, a large amount of dust and smoke accompanied it. When it finally calmed down, Gilfaeth and Xie Kuo Bu couldn't find each other.

  They leapt in different directions, a maelstrom of hand-to-hand combat and gunfire that formed a murky current separating the two.

  This interruption has saved whose life is still uncertain, both of them thought of their original task again.

  The farewell between those worthy opponents left behind an uncertain future.

  Captain Gilfeather stepped into the corridor, and what he saw in front of him sent a chill down his spine once again. In front of him was an Imperial officer wearing a lieutenant colonel's armor suit, wielding a carbon crystal battle-axe and engaging in close combat with two Alliance soldiers. Gilfeather quickly recognized the officer as Lieutenant Colonel Shuttkal Hauen based on the emblem on his armor suit, and behind him stood another colonel, "Colonel Favniel! How did he end up here? Have they already infiltrated that deep?"

  "Excuse me, Colonel. Have you seen Major Mjolnir?" Gilfeather asked over the comms device as he rushed over to assist Shutekhov in taking out the enemy. But unexpectedly, Shutekhov suddenly accelerated, and a silver arc of light instantly slaughtered two Alliance soldiers. "Shutekhov's close combat ability... really is not bad among lieutenant colonels, comparable to professional armored grenadiers." Gilfeather thought.

  "It's Lieutenant Gilfeather, isn't it? Sorry, I haven't met your superior. But I think he should be fine, go look for him over there, we came from here." Colonel Fafnir replied lazily.

  At this time, a dozen or so Allied soldiers suddenly appeared at the corner, with shoulder badges showing that they were Rose Knight Corps soldiers, led by a lieutenant. Seeing two high-ranking Imperial officers here, they immediately raised their guns and killed them, only to see Colonel Fahvern, who was lazy in front of him, suddenly throw out his battle axe, which flew over ten meters of space and embedded itself in the chest of an Allied soldier who was about to shoot, then almost like a ray of light, Colonel Fahvern drew his sword from his waist. With a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, he plunged into the midst of the Rose Knight Corps soldiers in what seemed like one breath. What happened next left Gylfiel speechless, as within five short seconds, fifteen soldiers were slaughtered like human targets, their speed so fast that it was almost impossible to see how Colonel Fahvern did it. "That power! That speed! Cutting through both man and armor with a single slash! This is not human! This is not something humans can do!" Captain Gylfiel was seized by a huge sense of fear, the kind of fear that comes from facing inhuman ferocity, "How long can I and that Allied brave hold out? Five seconds? No, maybe we can only withstand one blow! Can General Oberesh possibly stop Colonel Fahvern? How long can he hold out?"

  "Haha, pay up! The monster has made its move, you bunch of betting scum are going to lose big time!" shouted Schiltz in the comms device.

  Captain Gilfilis saluted Colonel with a great sense of fear and the Colonel waved his hand to let him go.

  Soon, Favni heard on the public channel: "Reinhard von Müsel has captured the commander of the rebel army, Serebryakov. He is a major general in the rebel army and explicitly stated that he would hand him over to General Müsel for disposal. The above matters are reported to the fleet command..."

  "Heh heh heh, the little red-haired guy is really loyal." Fafnir muttered. "Alright, add more strength, we've already broken into the core! Karl! Have you occupied the armory? ......... Great, the central command room has been occupied! Excellent, this base has been taken down!"

  The Empire's forces hastily prepared to retreat, after all, they had achieved their goal of destroying the base. If they didn't follow the fleet command's orders, they would be abandoned on this desolate satellite, but no one wanted that. In the chaos, Luneville learned that Rhein

  Harte's military exploits were just about to be personally reported to the Panzer Corps headquarters.

  "It has already been reported to the higher-ups, and Major Mjolnir will be credited with a great achievement. The fleet command is also well aware of it." replied Gilfaison.

  "Huh?"

  Luneville gazed intently at Gilfeather, seemingly reacting to the emotion that Gilfeather couldn't quite conceal, and made a malicious smile.

  "Captain Gilfeather, your... no, your loyalty to your superiors is truly admirable." Captain Gilfeather's expression was hidden as he listened.

  "However, everything has its limits. You are a soldier of the glorious Galactic Empire, not a private vassal of General Mühlberg. It's better for you to confirm yourself at this moment to protect your own body." After throwing a sharp stone into the calm water surface in Gilfieth's heart, Luneberg stepped onto his armored vehicle and glanced back at the figure, Reinhardt patted his friend's right upper arm.

  "I said Gilfeather."

  "Yes, Lord Reinhardt."

  "I've caused you trouble again, I originally wanted to share the credit with you without adding to your burden..."

  "That sentence of yours is enough." Jill felt a pleasant sensation on her arm.

  Moreover, that Lieutenant Colonel Schneizel's body cannot be cut in half, and Lord Reinhardt has him captured.

  "It's also an undisputed fact that he was captured. This is Lord Reinhardt's military achievement, so don't mind what others say."

  Although Gillfieth emphasized it so much, Reinhardt, who nodded his head, still couldn't help but feel a general uneasy hostility towards Luneburg.

  "Ah, Lord Reinhard. I met Colonel Fafnir! In a mere five seconds, he cut down fifteen Alliance soldiers. This man's close combat ability... is probably the greatest in the entire Empire."

  "Reinhardt was also surprised "This power? Is it real? Gilfeather. Looks like we underestimated this rogue..."

  With various sighs, the Battle of Valtor ended, both sides suffered more than tens of millions of casualties but gained nothing, another stupid war example was added.

  After the "Battle of the Freylich Star Zone", Reinhard von Müsel was promoted to Major General at the age of 18, making him the youngest Major General in Imperial military history. His achievement in capturing Alliance Lieutenant General Siegbert Schreiber was highly evaluated.

  Herman von Lüneburg was also promoted to major general. In short, the base of the "rebel army" was destroyed, and he had been in the rank of lieutenant general for three years, so it was time for him to be promoted. Moreover, since the "blonde boy" had been promoted, it would be strange not to promote Lüneburg, who was the main commander of the combat command.

  Their superior, Greinmeierls Hau Old Man also became a General. There were objections to this personnel matter within the Ministry of Military Affairs, but Emperor Friedlich IV decreed "Let that old man be a general."

  "He won't live much longer anyway, so let him become a general if he wants, after all, he won't be going to the front lines again."

  The Emperor spoke in this way, and a compromise was formed between the imperial court and the military department. No more trouble will be added to the front-line generals (!), and even if they are appointed as idle officials, there is no reason to oppose their promotion. If possible, it is hoped that he will retire immediately and take good care of himself for many years, but everything has its own order, and this can also be considered satisfactory for the time being.

  Colonel Fawkes was promoted to Brigadier General for his achievements in the previous fleet battles and breakthroughs on the ground, as well as destroying the Alliance base. However, the troops under his command remained unchanged, still consisting of over 900 cruisers and destroyers, with only a few dozen battleships added, and his personal flagship changed to the standard battleship "Duisburg". Major Schuttkamp was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel and remained his chief of staff, while Karl also successfully advanced to Lieutenant Colonel, still in command of all ground troops.