Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 78 When women meet, they become jealous

The young men from the anti-aircraft artillery team gathered around and insisted on expressing their respect to Ryan.

This made Ryan feel very difficult. Ms. Hellingen on the side was also happy to see this scene, so she did not intervene at all.

At first, Ryan wanted to refuse the boys' request to take photos with him.

But after hearing that one of the privates' sister and brother-in-law lived in a small village not far from the camp, he did not refuse them.

"If you hadn't stayed in the camp until they evacuated, Captain, they might have been captured by the Farlanes."

That's what the young man said.

Ryan took a photo with him alone, and until he was urged to leave by Ms. Hellingen, he didn't dare to say that he actually wanted to run as far as possible, and never thought about holding on until the people in the rear could evacuate safely.

He didn't dare say that he and his men had secretly drunk milk from someone else's house.

This is the most serious episode in terms of stealing.

But the boys were happy.

Because of that photo, they will now have something to brag about to others when they take turns.

the other side.

The accommodation arranged by General Hellingen was very luxurious.

It was a hotel directly operated by the imperial royal family, and almost all of its supplies were of the same standard as those in the imperial palace.

To Ryan's surprise, Lieutenant Brinkman had already arrived at the hotel.

"Captain."

The female lieutenant first saw Ryan, and then immediately turned her attention to Ms. Hellingen who was leading him: "Mrs. Catherine."

"It's been a while since I last saw you, Miss Brinkman." Catherine smiled and greeted Brinkman. "My father just told me to look for you, but I didn't expect you to be here already."

Having said that, Catherine immediately glanced at the waiter beside her.

The lobby manager was much faster than the waiter: "Ms. Hellingen."

"Lieutenant Brinkmann's expenses should be charged to the Heringen family account. This is my father's request."

Brinkman immediately said, "That's too..."

But before she could finish, Catherine put her finger to her lips, stopping her: "This is the general's order, Lieutenant."

Now Brinkman had nothing to say and could only stand aside obediently. The military aura that had been emanating from him had now disappeared without a trace.

Ryan was very curious about this, and then he got the answer he wanted.

While asking the lobby manager to arrange a room for her, Catherine said, "Lord Brinkman and I were once engaged, but the age difference was too great. When the Emperor found out, he told my father that he felt it would be bad for both the Lord and me."

"I see." Ryan was immediately relieved.

"But I got married when I was seventeen. It happened to be Lieutenant Brinkman's first birthday. Legally speaking, I am her godmother."

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

Ryan snapped his head around and looked at Brinkman. "You 'huh?' What?"

"I didn't know I had a godmother?" Brinkman said, bewildered. "No one told me, not even my father."

"Hmm?" Now it was Katherine Hellingen's turn: "I'll ask him myself later."

"Goodbye." Ryan immediately stood between the two of them. He felt that if things continued like this, sooner or later someone would lose their peace.

He didn't want to be the source of all evil. At the same time, the lobby manager came up to Ryan, carrying a velvet tray with a ring in the middle.

"Sir, your room key."

Ryan glanced at Catherine and Brinkman calmly, and found that they both looked accustomed to it. He could only pretend to be very skilled and put it on the index finger of his right hand.

The lobby manager then said, "You can use this ring to pay for all your purchases in Strasbourg. The shops that can't use it will understand after seeing the ring. You don't have to worry about the cost."

Catherine took over the conversation: "For a guest with the Blue Star Max Medal, simply being able to stay here is already a great honor. His Majesty will pay all your expenses, Captain. Don't worry."

"This is the first time I've heard of this." Ryan sighed, even preparing to go out and find a good barbecue restaurant to eat a roast pork knuckle, but he immediately realized: "Then the room fee is..."

"It's just a quota. There are thousands of quotas every year, and they can never be used up," said Brinkman.

Ryan was even more confused: "How come you, the eldest daughter of a noble family, joined the army?"

"You can become a noble by joining the army and being awarded a title. Otherwise, you have to wait for inheritance from your family."

"Too."

Ryan thought that the empire's system was actually similar to that of the Junker nobility, so he didn't say anything more.

He looked at Catherine.

"Then I'll go back first."

Catherine glanced at Brinkmann and Ryan with great satisfaction and added, "General Schubert's tailor will be here in two hours. Lieutenant Brinkmann, do you have your formal attire with you?"

"Who would carry that thing?"

"Then you can wear mine. I happened to have brought a few." Catherine looked Brinkman over again, from head to toe. "Don't eat tonight or tomorrow morning, and drink less water. Tomorrow you will accompany the captain to a dinner in Stuttgart as his female companion. You know Lieutenant General Draven of the General Staff."

"The palace housekeeper?" Brinkman's expression twisted almost visibly. "How can I not go?"

"Then I'll go?" Catherine raised her voice.

"Then I'll go."

The two women ended their conversation.

Only Ryan, who was not feeling very good, was left standing there, somewhat at a loss.

And, as they were talking.

In the office in Hellingen.

"What do you think of that Flig boy?"

General Schubert untied his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and nestled in the sofa with a relaxed expression.

"He's a talented person with great potential, but he's a bit too sharp. If he's put in the rear, he's likely to offend a lot of people."

There was a clear note of appreciation in Hellingen's tone: "I think he could lead a group."

"Isn't that a bit too little?" Schubert glanced at Hellingen. "According to what he just said, at least three regiments are needed."

"two."

Helingen immediately said, "It takes time to adjust. We only have three months."

"Two then."

Schubert nodded. "But his troops must be elite. We don't have time to train a new, skilled force. What do you think is the best approach?"

"I'll go negotiate with Draven," Hellingen said. "At the very least, we need to assemble a reserve officer corps consisting entirely of high school graduates or above. This will both improve combat effectiveness and allow for future deployment to various units."

(End of this chapter)