Weltkrieg: A Youjo Senki Fic

"Major, I brought Lieutenant colonel Rerugen."

"Bring him in,"

"Yes,"

The door opened, as the lieutenant colonel entering in. His eyes as sharped as ever behind the tinted glass of his.

"Then, please excuse me," Violet giving a salute, before leaving for the corridor. I nodded at her.

"Ah, I can't call you major no more, can I Lieutenant Colonel?" Rerugen saluted me before he shook my hand.

"I should be the one who told you that, should I Major General?"

"What? There's never a ceremony, as far as I know, I'm still a major." On paper that is.

"So, Lieutenant Colonel, what business do you have in this, our little humble abode?"

---==++Deus Vult – Rerugen POV++==---

Richard von Leonhart, as the 2nd child war hero, no, one of the two-child soldiers I have ever known, he's a complete mystery, an enigma.

His former nationality was once the Allied kingdom. He ran away to the empire border after the great collapse or known as the black Monday. After 2 months left out in the street of berun, he was adopted by General von Zettour who at that time happened to know Richard deceased father.

Or so what the record said, his background was as ordinary as another faceless mask amongst refugee who flocked to the Fatherland in search of safety of the Bolshevik Uprising in the east, and the chaos in the west.

Unlike a certain girl I know, his behavior sometimes reflected his age. Though that calculating gaze was still the same, him or her. Always regarding everything else as it was a toy or a mere number.

After I see him in that corner of a café, arresting a suspected spy. I swear I could saw a smirk forming on his faces, like a predator toying its prey. I don't see a visage of a child playing in the park across the building, but a man wreathed in dark tendril, his white clothes was tattered, towering over the mountain of bodies as never-ending stream of corpse falling down from the skies, as it was coming out of the depth of the hell themselves.

I don't know what's coming behind me, but I uphold that thing is no child nor a paladin everyone worshipped he is, no, he was something darker, twisted, and multi-facets.

Why I would rate two children as madmen, or perhaps It's just my paranoia after dealing with Tanya Degurechaff, and the whisper I heard.

I don't know, but when hearing they will be granted their own units was baffling to me. I could understand the case for Major Tanya Degurechaff, but Richard? Not only he proposed the creation of an experimental branch army, but he also has the right to reign over it.

This was madness, two children playing with fires, no, they were playing with a bomb. I sometimes question the decision of the general staff. At first, I thought it was the case of nepotism from General von Zettour, but after seeing the chancellor giving a green light to his madness, I just couldn't understand what they see in him.

Certainly, Richard was a genius, scratch that, even amongst the talk inside General Staff he was being hailed as the second coming of the great Chancellor Bismarck.

Putting all of that aside, his base was certainly impressive. A column of soldiers practicing outside the field as it was marching to the victory. Gunshot and sound of artillery was the music here. Their uniform was practical, no parts were meant to be useless, mixed in color of black and red as it was intended to induce fear and awe.

Gazing to the far ocean, a silhouette of a ship can be seen from here.

He was indeed a genius, creating an entire branch of an army from scratch is the definition of madness. Not only it would require an enormous amount of capital, but the testing of the entire new doctrine, logistics, and manpower.

If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would never believe that such a magnificent base was made by a child.

Even from what I've heard, the base was supposed to be self-sustaining, cut-off completely from outside suppliers with its own factory, shipyard, even city. What an absolute mad genius, and now, I wonder, whether I was praising or loathing him.

"What business do you have here, in our humble little abode?" I was faced with those eyes, always vigilant, always calculating.

Gott Min Us

---==++Deus Vult – Rerugen POV – END++==---

"I am acting as a messenger from the General Staff," He presented me a letter, waxed in the military seal.

"I see," I took the letter. The general staff didn't even bother to send an order through telegram but instead sending a messenger and letter. This shows the absolute secrecy of whatever was inside the letter.

Though I didn't bother to open the letter, as I throw it aside to the desk.

"I'll read it later, now, I presumed it's not only in the form of a letter, isn't it?"

A pregnant pause between us before he spoke, "Major General, two months had passed since your project has been given a greenlight.

Although, your rank is the commander of this base, on paper you were still a major. So, to put up a face as you were also the recipient of silver wing badge, we couldn't let you stand still behind the frontline for far too long."

"So, the public nudged the general staff to deploy the silver wing?"

He nodded at me, "You will be stationed in the southeast this time until further notice."

Southeast? The only country in that general direction was the Union and the Dacia. The union has been keeping a cordial relation with the empire although this can be refuted to how traitorous communism can be. Then it was Dacia? I simply can't imagine such a minor state declaring war against the Empire.

"May I ask a question?"

"Please."

"What are we facing, and don't give me crap about secrecy."

"Dacia, from the scout reports they were currently marching to the empire border with 3 division, and the total number almost reaching 600.000 soldiers."

The normal number of a single division in the modern army was no less than 20.000 manpower. Beyond that was the realm of desperation, or simply a medieval army.

There's a limit of the number of a single field commander could command. Battlefield has been evolving from the 2d warfare to the 3dimensional warfare since the advent of gunpowder combining the air and the land, with the addition of armored cavalry and mages.

This was no simply, soldier charging with their sword against each other, that was the relic of Napoleon Era.

"Is there any air resistance coming off the duchy?"

"As far as we know no, and there's no mage signature either. Though we've seen hundreds column of cavalry and foot-soldier."

Sigh, this is ridiculous. A relic of the past bygone era against the modern army. By the look of Rerugen, the general staff didn't think of this possibility.

"I understand, I request the deployment of two-division under my command along with three mage wings."

"The merrier the better, the situation seems grim as it is."

I wonder about that, as far as I know, we will be facing an army of a scarecrow with a flashing red uniform and a tall fur cap.

"Well, I think it's a good time," I said with a grin. If they wanted a war, we give them a war. All is fair in war. "After all, my men been itching for a fight, they've grown tired of marching with dummy ammunition fired at them, I think it's time for me to introduce them what a real-life shooting target is."

Don't look at me like that, Lieutenant Colonel, who could resist a lump of fresh meat dangling in front of them.