German Eagle: Steel and Magic

Chapter 113 The Deterrent Power of Twenty Thousand Francs
At this time, General Poggiem, who was sitting on a chair, got the battle report immediately. He didn't know the enemy's amateurs. After all, it only wrote the victory of 1033 Squadron.

Annihilating a battalion of England's air mages, capturing three officers and six soldiers, including the captain of the squadron, the major.Destroyed an English artillery battalion and chased the rebels for more than ten kilometers...

Looking at this battle alone, the results are extremely dazzling, but the mage brigade can fight alone, and because of the team's reasons, they can't perform well, so they raised their hands very gentlemanly, waiting to be captured.

The Artillery Battalion is a group of poor recruits. As for the rebels, after all, they are a team without faith, and when they find that the momentum is not right, they all run away.

However, the highest officer of the Royal Norwegian Defense Forces personally called General Pogheim, thanking the German Empire for sending such excellent troops to support the Norwegian Kingdom, which greatly increased the confidence of all the royal soldiers.

"The pressure got on my side."

Pogheim rubbed his forehead. He believed that the 1033 Squadron could achieve such results, after all, he was familiar with their record in the navy.

There is no falsehood under the reputation.

Although the 1033 Squadron was not established for a long time, it became one of the most dazzling ace units within half a year.

Such an elite team went to play rookies, and the captain of the captured English major had something to say.

But here lies the problem. The 1033 Squadron is very elite, which has nothing to do with the infantry regiment, which is also the first division.If the Kingdom of Norway treats them as an ace too...

"I'm not commanding the First Division of the Central Army of the German Empire."

Bogheim said with a wry smile, the incident of Karl being a street cub thoroughly explained the essence of this team, the garbage among the garbage, and the number of people.

The first battle of the 1033 Squadron in Norway was extremely successful. Although the dazzling record was a bit watery, it greatly eased the pressure on Norway.

Immediately, delicious food and wine were delivered to start a celebration feast.

"There will be high-intensity battles ahead. I won't allow anyone to sit on the vehicle in a daze. I hope you will restrain yourself. If something really happens, I will strip you naked and throw you in the snow, and then take a photo. .”

Carl made a joke during the lecture. After all, he won the battle, and he would be somewhat unhappy to hear some ugly words.

However, the team members were very happy. Temperance means getting drunk. After all, how can you not drink at the celebration banquet?
Karl was not interested in participating in the carnival. The war was not over yet, and the rebels were in the country. He specifically asked Hanitz to ask the mechanics to prepare all the vehicles before going to drink to prevent the rebels from making a surprise attack.

But in fact, it is a bit too much to worry about. The current rebels are not in the mood to attack. When the results of the battle at Bonn Pass reached Bergen, the headquarters in England were a little bored.

Commander-in-Chief of the English Volunteer Forces in Norway,
Lieutenant General - Hisham Rupert.

At this time, the lieutenant general was sitting in his office, watching the report on the Battle of Bunn Pass, while frowning and playing with a cigarette case.It's his habit, it's been like this since he was young.

"Report to Your Excellency, Colonel Thomson is here."

An adjutant knocked on the door, walked in and spoke.Rupert stopped playing with the cigarette case, put it on the desk and nodded.

"Long time no see, Your Excellency General Rupert."

A middle-aged colonel with two beards walked in and saluted casually.

"Long time no see, Thomson, sit down wherever you want."

Lieutenant General Rupert stood up, returned the salute casually, and motioned for the colonel to sit on the sofa.

"It's going to be a tough ride. How about it? Do your boys like this place?"

Lieutenant General Rupert took out a cigarette and handed it to Colonel Thomson.

"It's not bad, at least the grilled salmon suits my taste."

Colonel Thomson took the cigarette, lit it, took a sharp drag, and exhaled a large smoke ring.

"People from Germany are also involved. I think you know this, but they seem to be quite concerned. Look at their recent results."

Lieutenant General Rupert handed the report to Thomson, and after only a few glances, the bearded colonel put away his casual attitude.

"I know that the 71st Aviation Mages Brigade is a unit made up of recruits. They were sent there just for show. I didn't expect that they would be wiped out by a squadron."

Thomson frowned. A squadron of German Air Mages faced a brigade of England Air Mages. Instead of resisting or defeating them, they were completely wiped out.

Colonel Thomson could even imagine the scene at that time, it was simply a one-sided massacre.

"The most exaggerated thing is that the German squadron was uninjured, so it defeated our brigade quite easily. It is very likely that the recent ace squadron is the one that drove the Franks crazy." Ruburt The special lieutenant general lit his cigarette and took a deep breath.

"You mean, the 1033 Magister Squadron directly under the German Central Army?" Thomson raised his eyelids and looked at Lieutenant General Rupert with uncertainty.

If Karl knew that he already had such a great reputation, he might be very happy, after all, he has now entered the high-level vision.

"I can't be sure, but such an excellent unit is not much worse. After all, they have changed to Danish military uniforms. We can't judge from the troop logo." Lieutenant General Rupert leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"The best is that army. You know, the Franks paid a lot of money for them. The chief officer alone is worth [-] francs." Thomson said half-jokingly.

[-] francs. To be honest, Karl was a little moved, but he was even more afraid of his team members...

"Then you have to live to make money. The 71st Brigade has tested the water. Now it depends on your third aviation mage regiment, whether it can eat this squadron." Lieutenant General Rupert looked at Thomson, Waiting for his answer.

This answer is very important.

When Lieutenant Rupert came to Norway, he led a total of six air mage brigades, which was almost the same size as the entire Royal Norwegian Army's air mages.

This is the first match, and there are only five left. He is not very worried about the future performance of the remaining five teams. After all, quality is more important than quantity.

At this time, Thomson's aviation wizard group is very important. Although they have just arrived in Norway, they have become the best solution against the 1033 squadron.

The Air Mage Corps is the largest organization of aviation mages in various countries.The German Empire had five, the Frankish Republic seven, and the Kingdom of England a full ten.

Thomson led the Third Air Magisters of the Kingdom of England, also known as the Winchester Regiment.

It has three aviation mage brigades under its jurisdiction, one regiment directly under the aviation mage squadron, one logistics battalion, one guard infantry company, and one anti-aircraft machine gun company.

There are more than 800 people in total, including 247 aviation wizards.

"To be honest, no matter what the result is, my losses must be huge. What's more, there is a high probability that the opponent is the 1033 Squadron. You and I know their record. Under normal circumstances, I really don't want to touch it."

"Although they have generally served for more than a year, they don't have much actual combat experience. The 1033 Squadron was killed alive and fought all the way from the Western Front to here."

Colonel Thomson rarely admits that he is intimidated. Against that kind of team, it is not possible to win with a large number of people. After a few rounds of fighting, the number of people will be greatly reduced.

"But you are my last hope, because that force has demoralized us so much that it will be difficult for us to end the Norwegian war program by the end of this year without change."

Lieutenant General Rupert said worriedly that he did have his difficulties.

(End of this chapter)