Chapter 59: Military Front Conference (Part 2)

  "Huh, isn't this a combination of our plans from just now?"

  "We've removed some things and added others. It sounds like it might be feasible."

  Several officers whispered among themselves at the bottom, actually synthesizing a large amount of information and giving out the most feasible suggestions. This is what Valens was best at.

  "Why purchase when we can requisition?" asked an elderly general who stepped out from behind the commander of the Second Byzantium Regiment.

  "Considering the Polish mentality, I think it would be more appropriate to buy rather than requisition, as they will feel that they have lost something without getting anything in return."

  Uncle Zimis didn't give any evaluation, instead he directly followed up with a question: "Who thinks he can handle this task?"

  Not a word was spoken, but the officers of the three legions all shrank their necks.

  I think these people are all aware that those who stay behind will basically have no chance of going to the front line in this battle, and there is a high probability that they will be appointed as responsible persons for supply depots. Moreover, I don't think they can handle such work well either, after all, they are not nobles with a background in clerical work, it's hard to do well in this job filled with complex calculations.

  It was still Valens who said with a straight face: "I think I can try."

  Zimis Zia's uncle had a tendency to roll his eyes, and the group of silent officials suddenly boiled up, saying nothing more than one thing: Valens lacked experience and was not qualified for this job.

  After discussion, a quartermaster of the Eighth Mograine Regiment was sent out as the main person in charge, while Valens was sent to be his deputy, but it was clear that he had been thrown away from his training experience.

  Then General Zimisya instructed the officers on a series of details for heading north, and appointed a series of military officers to follow in the army, assigning interns to the troops.

  I also served as his deputy adjutant and deputy quartermaster in addition to being a battalion commander.

  Finally, Uncle Zimiszia announced the order of departure. The main infantry battalion of the Second Byzantine Legion would be the first to depart, followed by two artillery companies and three infantry battalions of the same legion. The four infantry battalions and six artillery companies of the Third Spartan Legion followed closely behind. Behind the main infantry battalion of the legion and the main infantry battalion of the Eighth Mograinei Legion, the remaining two infantry battalions and two artillery companies of the Eighth Mograinei Legion protected the baggage train as it advanced.

  The Second Byzantium Legion has a balanced force composition, with infantry, cavalry and artillery. The Third Spartan Legion has more infantry and artillery, but only one light cavalry battalion and one heavy cavalry battalion. Therefore, except for the scouting light cavalry, both legions will be stripped of their command and unified under a single command. The Eighth Morgaleni Legion has two artillery battalions, three infantry battalions, and most of its cavalry are light cavalry, so they will roam ahead of the main force's advance route, coordinating with the scouting light cavalry of the Second and Third Legions to reconnoiter enemy positions.

  There were 12 infantry regiments with 15,150 men, 10 artillery batteries with 1,520 men, 60 guns, 3 heavy cavalry battalions with 1,640 men, and 7 light cavalry battalions with 2,750 men. This was the strength of the Kiev group army heading north. Of course, the actual number of people is more than this, like I personally brought 80 cavalry guards, plus some civilian personnel and logistics personnel, so the actual number of the whole army will be around 23,000, not 21,300. The troops will depart immediately on the third day morning, with food and fodder collected from Odessa, which will be completed before the strike team arrives on the right bank of the Southern Bug River.

  The military meeting ended in the afternoon. Then Uncle Zimiszcza left us and several nobles responsible for food supplies to continue discussing at the town hall. While they were discussing, I thought of some other things, and then let Valens prepare the things that Svyatoslav the old man and Alexander needed while gathering our army's supplies. Because I think they will establish a supply point at the bend of the Dnieper River. When Valens has prepared everything that Svyatoslav the old man needs, he must have received very good praise.

  Later, I went to the Second Byzantine Legion to visit my heavy cavalry regiment.

  The Roman phoenix reborn, now likes to name legions after the names of predecessors such as Sparta, Byzantium, Nisaea, Molegny, Kelsas, Kabaski, Vagrian, and Alexander. Don't think that my predecessor only had this much imagination, according to the manuscript, in his era there were also legions named after Stalin, Hitler, Roosevelt, and Mussolini. However, these names were later abandoned. Because the legion names that can be continued by the current Romans have a characteristic, that is, these legions have never suffered a major defeat or annihilation.

  According to records, Hitler, Stalin and Mussolini suffered heavy losses in 1323. Later, in 1324, Stalin and Mussolini died together in Asia Minor. After that, there were no new Stalins after 1335. Next was Roosevelt, the last mention of Roosevelt appeared in 1354. As for Hitler, Hitler also disappeared after 1361.

  But compared to the chaotic naming of the legions, the battalion under the legion flag still retains the ancient tradition of being named after the region where it was formed. Like the heavy cavalry battalion I am currently serving in, which comes from Anatolia and is called Atalandi.

  Just as I was curious about what this cavalry regiment looked like, the subordinates in the cavalry regiment were also very curious about what kind of person I was.

  After entering the big camp, I rode over on horseback and saw many people stop what they were doing to stare at me curiously. The officers of the cavalry regiment outside the commander's tent even stretched their necks.

  Countless arms rose, after a raised-hand salute, followed by loud shouts: "At attention, sir!!"

  "Glory to the Empire!"

  A large group of uncles in their thirties and forties, fewer big brothers in their fifties, and a few grandfathers with gray hair, wearing Imperial Cavalry iron-plated brass helmets, black leather smooth breastplates, uniform white tight-fitting riding breeches and knee-high black riding boots.

  The Imperial cavalry helmet was a fusion of the previous Prussian helmet and Corinthian helmet. The Corinthian helmet had a shape similar to that of a man's genitalia, but after being fused with the Prussian helmet style, it lost its nose guard and earflaps, and added a thick copper plate on the forehead, with an eagle emblem in the center of the helmet. Probably due to the addition of red hat tassels that struck all men's soft spots, the helmet still retained its crest even after thousands of years.

  The empire called the classicized design style of military uniforms "classical wind", which means drawing inspiration from ancient Rome and ancient Greece. To know that since, after Hellenization, Rome abandoned Latin culture, the infantry tradition of classical Rome also disappeared along with it. The military district system replaced the Roman legion system of the past Marius reform. In various senses, Hellenized Rome was not truly Rome. But after a mess by the predecessor, Byzantium, Eastern Rome, or whatever you call it, this country began to return to its roots in all sorts of ways.

  After several hundred years, the dormant title of Augustus was restored, the Greek title "Basileus" was discarded, and the designation of Caesar was once again revered. Ancient Rome had a road called the "Via Sacra" during the Roman Republic and early Empire; the current empire also has its own Via Sacra after successive bureaucratic reforms.

  The military traditions of ancient Rome were also restored.

  Just like now, I am standing in the cavalry regiment of Atalandi, this is a tradition. My grandfather served in this regiment when he was young, so as his descendant, the regiment where he served will be my first choice to join.

  One advantage of this tradition for ordinary new recruits is that, under the name of their predecessor's son, they come to an unfamiliar military camp and can receive care from old soldiers, making it easy to cultivate a sense of camaraderie.

  For me, it's a bit different. The old soldiers who followed my grandfather to war are either retired or deceased, and the remaining ones find it hard to get familiar with me all at once. Moreover, my identity as a member of the royal family weighs heavily on them, making this group of cavalrymen even more reserved despite not being worldly.

  Restraint, oppression.

  The officers of Atarandi Cavalry Regiment stood inside their tent with a stern face and didn't know what to say.

  However, with the mention of my grandfather's service in the cavalry regiment, I was able to open up a bit. First, I reminisced about my grandfather's time, and then revealed the wonderful lives of those who had outstanding performances during his service, using them as examples to hint to the cavalry officers that if they worked hard, their future would be similar, painting a bright prospect. The young cavalry officers listened with great enthusiasm.

  Get rid of those ambitious young officers, and it's the turn of a few old men. I brought out the old man's dregs.

  He brought up his identity as a student again and talked about several miserable experiences he had been through, my wry smile left the young officers stunned, while the old men showed a nostalgic expression and their gazes softened at the same time.

  It seems I was right, the old man had been a supervisor of the army and had also carried out military reforms for the empire. The cavalry that he had trained were all gone, and it's no wonder those old men were driven to distraction by him.

  Two layers of relationships came down, and the young officers would speak for me when the soldiers were dissatisfied with me, saying that having this paratrooper had its benefits. Those old men are basically the authorities in the camp, their words count more than ten sentences, and they have all been trained by Old Man Jiang, so they naturally understand his abilities and will make an evaluation of my abilities that is favorable to me. In this way, the negative impact of a member of the royal family parachuting into the cavalry regiment at the age of eighteen and becoming the commander of the regiment will be minimized. And this is also the purpose of my visit to the camp today.

  The deputy commander took up the flower register and introduced me to the identities and names of the cavalry regimental officers one by one. After that, I gathered all the people in the camp and conveyed to them the orders from the group army commander.

  The troops will depart within two days, everyone is free to do what they want today, and return to the camp before tomorrow afternoon, rest for a night, and on the third day, it's time to set out. Then, I began to issue my first order as the commander of the Atalanti Cavalry Regiment.

  With a faint smile, I pulled out a pouch full of aurels and held it in my hand. I had each cavalry squad leader step forward and handed them five aurels each.

  This left everyone looking at each other in confusion.

  "Alright, everyone! Now, receive the first command from your camp commander! Five people in a group, go to your squad leader to collect your bonuses! That money, I don't care how you spend it, whether you go out to have fun or drink and make trouble, I only have one request for you, which is, let tonight not be spent in vain! Spend every penny in your pockets!"

  One bag of Oresa went out, the effect of over a hundred imperial gold coins was tremendous. After a few seconds of stunned silence, the entire cavalry camp burst into loud cheers: "Yes! Sir!!!"

  Seeing that there was still a lot of money left in the pouch, I suddenly handed it over to one of my deputy commanders. I smiled and pointed at the group of guards I had brought with me, telling him to take them out for a good time.

  Lyon refused: "I will stay here for your safety, sir."

  I smiled incredulously and said, "But it's just one day. Besides, I'm not going anywhere, I'll be in the Governor's Palace to take care of the logistics for the military campaign with Marquis Zimiszczya. You know, we're leaving in two days, from Odessa to Kiev is another 500 kilometers, time is tight, we have to work overtime to get things done. If there really are assassins, it's better if you're not at the town hall, one less of you is better than one more."

  "Alright, at least let's escort Your Highness back to City Hall together."

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