Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 29 Scheie's! I should have known not to choose Alsace!

"you sure?"

Faced with Ryan's choice, Brigadier General Brian finally showed a hint of surprise on his face. He thought Ryan might choose a front further south.

That was the border between the old Sith Kingdom, which was annexed by Farlan thirty years ago, and the Empire. Because it was very close to Farlan's ally, the Talia Republic, it was the main attack point of the Farlan people this time.

Most of the non-centrally-organized forces that the Empire could now mobilize were transferred to the area, including the troops that had previously been building artillery positions around the headquarters.

That would be the real front line between the Empire and Farlan in this war - at least that's what everyone thought at the moment.

Likewise, Brian hadn't thought that Ryan would choose the safe area far behind.

This was because Brian had personally witnessed the war between the Empire and the Australia Empire forty years ago. As a frontline officer at the time, he immediately chose to return to the rear to study the staff course after being awarded the medal.

It's because I don't want to die on a battlefield where people are lined up for execution.

Brian himself was like this, so even if Ryan chose the safe rear-line service, he wouldn't say anything.

What's more, the owner of a Blue Star Max is also a very valuable publicity target for the Empire.

But, it was just as Ryan had guessed before.

The 200-kilometer distance condition that Brian proposed to Ryan was precisely to ensure that Ryan could rush to the front line immediately if the front line was overwhelmed.

A hero can greatly boost the morale of the troops, and morale in this era can largely determine the outcome of a war.

Unfortunately, Ryan's request caught Brian off guard.

He looked at Ryan in surprise as he stood in front of the huge map, and looked at the map for a long time.

His eyes darted back and forth between the two for several times before he finally sighed, "Captain Flig, they all said you were terrible at studying history in the military academy, but it seems none of them could think further than you."

"Ok?"

Ryan was stunned for a moment, and there was immediately a hint of doubt in his eyes when he looked at Brian.

He wondered - what the hell is this guy talking about?
I just want to play badly on the most defensible front, relying on the geographical advantage and the transportation capacity of the Rhine to drive all the invading Farnburgs back to their damn Belfort.

Why would this person say that I am good at history at this juncture?
And you say that other people’s thoughts are not as far as mine?
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Then Brian began to explain.

"To be honest," he said with a long sigh, walking over to Ryan's side and patting him on the shoulder like an uncle. "Actually, Marshal Schiffen had previously sent a note to the General, saying that if you absolutely must return to Stuttgart, they would try to arrange for you to serve in the rear, preferably at the General Staff or the headquarters."

Ryan:?
But Brian didn't notice the change in Ryan's expression.

He turned his back, walked to the front of the projector, and drew a few dots on the glass with a pen.

On the huge map, several camps and training bases were marked out.

"The General has considered deploying you to these areas. As an officer with experience in actual combat, you can train these new recruits who don't know what war is."

"But you did surprise me, Captain."

As he spoke, Brian replaced a piece of glass, and then, on the huge map, a large number of blue and red convex marks immediately appeared in the part originally located in Alsace and Lorraine.

Ryan saw that an entire army was deployed in the Rhine Valley in Alsace, which was the Seventh Army that Brian had mentioned before.

At the outermost edge of the valley, at Belfort, lay the Farlane forces. Five armies were lined up, led by the First Army at Belfort, and stretched northward, crossing the border between the Empire and the Kingdom of Rosenborg all the way to Namur!
Such an arrangement can clearly illustrate the current border situation between the Empire and Farlan.

That is to say, if Farlan takes the initiative to attack, the border line between the Empire and Farlan, which is hundreds of kilometers long, will be a wave built completely with the flesh and blood of the Farlan people.

And this huge wave is still moving at a slow but steady pace, trying to overwhelm all obstacles that try to block it.

But this is not the worst.

Brian was silent for two seconds, then continued.

"Now, Captain Flig."

He looked at Ryan.

"As a hero born before the start of this war, you are already on the Farlan people's hunting list."

"The news of your deployment will be delivered to the headquarters of the First Farnian Army in Belfort on the day you arrive in Strasbourg by those people who have always believed that they are Farnians rather than subjects of the Empire."

"The Farlanders, who have been aiming to retake Alsace and Lorraine for the past hundred years, will undoubtedly mobilize part of their First, Second, and even Third Armies to attempt a forced assault along the Rhine Valley."

"We do have the advantage of being surrounded by mountains on both sides of the Rhine Valley, but they also have the advantage of not having to worry about being attacked on their left and right flanks."

"It's going to be an absolutely fierce battle."

"Because if the Empire can hold Strasbourg, what awaits the Farlanes will be a massive wave of 1.4 million troops coming from behind."

"But if you fail..."

A cold glint flashed in Brian's eyes.

"Then the Empire will completely lose the possibility of quickly forcing the Farlans to surrender because of this battle."

"The decisive factor in determining this war is..."

Ryan muttered to himself: "Who can capture the other's capital first, the Empire or the Farlan army..."

Brian looked at Ryan in surprise. "As a lieutenant, Captain Flig, I have to say you've given me so many surprises."

His tone was full of appreciation, no, it should be admiration.

"You were able to see through this war in such a short time and analyze it to this extent. Even if we trace back to the history of the empire, you are a genius that only appears once in a hundred years, no, a thousand years."

Suddenly, Brian changed the subject: "By the way, Captain."

"I heard that when you were in the imperial capital, you expressed your intention to go to Alsace and Lorraine, right?"

"That's right, Your Excellency."

Ryan's expression was stiff. If Brian hadn't explained it to him just now, he would never have thought that Farlan and the Empire in this world would pay such a terrible price for the Alsace-Lorraine region.

Brian took a deep breath and felt that he was indeed inferior to the young people.

He waved to his adjutant and spoke to Ryan.

"It is a blessing that the empire has talents like your Excellency."

(End of this chapter)