The No. 1 conference room of the General Staff of the Royal Army is a huge room of 200 square meters, in line with the requirement of "all the face of the kingdom and the army is the highest priority", not only did it waste a huge amount of space, but also added extravagant decoration to decorate the façade regardless of the cost of work, and even moved a large number of paintings, sculptures, and armor from which manor or castle to fill the overly empty room. It makes the conference room look like an art museum.

On the wall facing the main door of the conference room hangs a portrait of Charles IV, the old king, dressed in military uniform, armed with a sword, with a wrinkled face still in good spirits, and his eyes looking at everyone in the room majestically.

Just look at the old man in the portrait wearing a drifting cavalry uniform and aggressive eyes, you would not think that he is lying on a sickbed and struggling to breathe, while his country is suffering from internal and external troubles, while continuing to have schizophrenia.

"We must not expand the flames of war again! Why do others not understand that they want to force us to voluntarily give up our righteousness? Why do we not take the liberty of proposing to send troops across the battle line? !

Minerva stood up and said angrily. If it weren't for the maintenance of the Wang family's demeanor, emotional actions such as slapping the table and smashing cups would have come out a long time ago.

At this time, a communications lieutenant hurriedly rushed into the conference room, saluted, handed a telegram to the chief of the General Staff, Field Marshal Vauban, who took the telegram, glanced at it twice, and slammed the paper on the table.

"Your Highness, the so-called non-expansion is only a good wish for our side to avoid a full-scale war, and not a disregard for the will of the people and the prestige of the army. The heretical beasts have repeatedly provoked the kingdom and slaughtered innocent people and resistance fighters, and they must not hesitate to punish the violence of the ghosts, otherwise they will not be able to explain to the people, let alone those who are still resisting and fighting. ”

"You ......"

Without looking at the piece of paper, Minerva could guess what was written on it, nothing more than the news that the Wehrmacht had fired on Charlemagne's side on a certain front, and that the uprising had been suppressed somewhere in Alfheim. At this juncture, such gunpowder information really upset Minerva, and she subconsciously reached for the red and blue pencils on the side.

In fact, her mood could not be alleviated by small movements such as throwing things, and if she could, she would rather find a stick and rush up and beat the elm heads filled with gun oil under the skulls in front of her. If it doesn't wake them up, at least it can knock them out and calm them down. However, in this way, the so-called negotiation has become a group assault meeting. Let the pointy-eared know that a bunch of generals and dignified women are writhing like street thugs in the Army General Staff. They're going crazy laughing at this never-before-seen joke.

After finally calming the boredom in his chest, and retracting his hand to sit upright, Minerva spoke again in a calmer tone.

"Organize small forces to cross the battle line, infiltrate the rear of the occupied territory to engage in guerrilla warfare, incite an uprising, and thus disrupt the enemy's logistics and force his mobile forces to exhaust themselves - this is indeed a tactically inherently trick that can tighten the neck of Alfheim—"

"Your Highness, you are a traitor, and our country will not at any time recognize the illegal regime established by a heretical rebel. ”

A major with a staff officer ornament stood up and spoke, only to see him leaning forward, bowing his head and bending down, just hiding his face in the shadows, his voice was full of due respect for the royal family, but anyone could hear the disdain and resentment hidden in the major's heart, like a grumpy teacher who pulled out a bad student in class and was ready to lash out.

"Yes, we haven't recognized the legitimacy of the other side, we all know that. ”

Minerva's icy gaze stared at the major who was bowing his head and snickering, as if he had spotted a cockroach that had broken into the living room.

"But I think it's the least etiquette to let others finish speaking, that's how the Army University teaches young generals to talk to the royal family?!"

Bearing the "great disrespect" hat and the storm of fierce words, the major's body trembled slightly, his waist bent deeply, his forehead almost touched the table, and only the back of his head was left to face everyone - this is one of the three great tricks of the Army General Staff: there is no problem that cannot be solved by bowing, and if there is, bow twice, commonly known as the "spirit of bowing". It is comparable to the ancestral stunt of "throwing the pot at each other and finally throwing the pot away", and the power is second only to "the next gram".

Minerva couldn't see the man's expression at all, but she could clearly see the white-gloved fist clenched tightly, trembling slightly against the seam of his trousers.

"Get out!"

Holding back her nausea, the princess spat out the command, like spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Bowing and saluting, the staff officer of the major held his head high and withdrew from the conference room with a dignified step under the enthusiastic gaze of the generals, as if he was still honorable despite defeat.

This is the reality that Minerva has to face, Charlemagne's national strength, the army built in more than ten years, and the army is in charge of the group of warlords and colonels in front of him. These people have no military discipline, no strategic vision, and no concern for the future and fate of the people of the country, and are only full of personal interests and the interests of the factions to which they belong. In their view, the core of all problems is not that the army does not obey the interests of the state and arbitrarily makes propositions and leads the country into the abyss from which it will never recover, but that the civilian clique restrains the army and the state and fails to obey the guidance of the army! If the state and the people work together from top to bottom, send down the situation from above and communicate with the lower level, respect the king for annihilation, praise the great government, thoroughly and comprehensively cooperate with and obey the guidance of the crown prince and the army, and faithfully fulfill their sacred obligations with the firm will to serve the country with seven lives, then there is nothing to be afraid of, and the great cause of the world and the eight provinces will definitely be realized in the end.

A bunch of short-sighted maniacs!

Charlemagne's great misfortune to let such a madman control the country's politics is a great one, but it is obviously unfair to attribute all the problems to the young generals and the military faction. At first glance, Charlemagne, who is incomparably powerful, and the restless and boiling citizens are not manic and radical deformed youths? The success of the crazy adventures of gambling on the fortunes of the country again and again not only makes the army want to stop, but also makes the country and the people unable to think rationally under the stimulation of huge interests, regards gambling as a journey, and irrationally expects more "benefits"; everyone indulges in the illusion that "as long as you take risks, you can succeed" carefully created by the consortium, and the whole country has become irrational gamblers from top to bottom, blindly believing in "God bless God helps" Running all the way along the crazy road, everyone didn't know that what awaited him was an endless hell of losing all the games.

Now, the generals who are full of fantasies have once again ignored reality and, urged by their own ambitions, have once again pressed themselves and the country onto the gambling table, hoping to make a complete comeback through speculation.

"How much do you know about the enemy's defensive line and internal control? What is the situation on the other side of the battle line? How do the task forces lurk and get supplies? Which of the people in the occupied areas are reliable, which are the defectors, and which are the ordinary obedient people? What are the units used by the enemy army to suppress the uprising and hunt the guerrillas? Where are they deployed, and what are their tactics, equipment, personnel, and combat effectiveness? Please elaborate on the army!"

Minerva knocked on the table and asked word for word, the deeper the question, the higher the pitch, and by the end of the question, it was almost a roar.

She was met with silence and embarrassment.

(Sure enough.) ）

Minerva cursed:

(They didn't think about it from start to finish, they just saw an opportunity and immediately followed their feelings......!!)

To say that the characteristics of Charlemagne's royal army are nothing more than fanatical beliefs, arrogance, short-sightedness, illogicalness, and easy to be full of delusions. Few people know that the red deer also have extreme contempt for logistics stations and intelligence.

Charlemagne's Royal Army University does not have military station classes, and when they get to the battlefield, their own consortium helps them worry about these trivial matters, but it is really not possible, and a paper "on-the-spot transfer" order goes down, and the troops can just let go of their hands and feet to rob them. After the consortium turned its face and lifted the table, the "local transfer" gradually became normalized, until it reached the starving jungle hell in Guadalcanal, and the General Staff initially ordered the "local transfer". In addition to dangerous species and poisonous snakes and beasts, there are only cowards and ghosts squatting in the fortifications. At the end of the battle, the army and marines lost more than 20,000 casualties (31,820 on the island, 10,031 were withdrawn in the end, and 630 were evacuated before that), of which only more than 5,000 were actually killed, and the remaining more than 15,000 died of starvation and hunger-related injuries.

As for the joke that the navy lied about the enemy's situation and turned the army to Kuah Island, the army did not know the bottom of the trick and turned it into a tactic of adding fuel to the army, and as a result, there was no need to mention the joke that there were heavy casualties. How can there be a fool in the world who thinks that the enemy will act according to his imagination can win a battle? However, this kind of person not only does not recognize his own incompetence and mistakes, but also blames others and even his opponents for their mistakes -- the army accuses the navy of not being effective, the navy accuses the army of foolishness, and the army and the navy jointly accuse the sharp-eared people of not acting according to the plan they have set......

It's only been a few days since this bastard battle that uncovered all the arrogant, ignorant and incompetent hole cards of the elite staff officers, and the same drama has begun to be played out again by the red deer who can't remember the vote?

Sharp eyes swept over both sides of the conference table, and wherever the gaze swept, there were bowed heads and silent heads. Looking at this group of shameless people who don't admit their mistakes and don't admit their mistakes, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. Minerva could no longer contain her anger.

Since the army still wants to save face if it loses like this, then Minerva won't give them face, and the old and new accounts will be turned over together!

"Has the Army seriously and thoroughly reviewed the various problems encountered in the previous Guadalcanal Campaign? Where are the reports and records of those in the know? Where are the relevant materials? Has the relevant responsible persons dealt with them? Has it printed the lessons learned and distributed them in a book, and organized special personnel to give lectures on a tour? Has it learned relevant lessons from the infiltration plan to ensure that the mistakes of the past will not be repeated? If you can't explain it, this princess will not be able to agree with the feasibility of the army plan, and will never sign and approve the implementation of the plan as a member of the base camp. ”

Minerva's words were much calmer than before, and her demeanor seemed very relaxed, but every word she said was loud, and the conference room, which was as silent as backwater, suddenly boiled, and whispers and panicked eyes quickly intertwined in the conference room.