Chapter 2

The abandoned city was traversed by a river, and there was a lake a little further away - this was the Gorodok that Kust saw.

After checking at the outpost, Kust and the other two were able to enter the interior of Gorodok.

According to convention, officers need to report after returning from an outing. Although Gerstoli's troops had long been destroyed, this tradition must still be maintained.

"General, should we go together? I believe they will be very surprised to see you." Gerstoli suddenly turned around and said to Kust.

"Okay, let's go."

The two drove to a heavily guarded place, and Gerstoli got off the car and took out his ID from his pocket to show it to the leading officer.

The officer briefly looked at it and returned it to him, and saluted.

After packing up, Gerstoli said: "You can get off the car, my general, and then it's the headquarters."

Before he finished speaking, Gerstoli realized that Kust had been beside him for a long time, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Kust said nothing, but just patted him on the shoulder, and the two walked into the headquarters together.

As soon as he entered, he saw a man older than Kuster, sitting in the center looking at the map hanging on the board, looking thoughtful.

Perhaps because he was too focused, he didn't hear the movements of Kuster and the others, until an officer next to him reminded him, he was stunned and slowly turned around.

Seeing the old man's face clearly, Kuster was a little shocked, but he hid this expression very well. Adjusting his mentality, he said to him:

"Are you General Borojevich of the 6th Army? Maybe it's not polite, but I want to know why you are here."

"Oh, you recognize me! Great, you must be a general, I hope you can lead your army to Rava garrison."

Kust heard him say something completely unrelated, raised his eyebrows and remained silent.

Borojevic seemed to realize that he was wrong, coughed and said:

"Ahem, I'm very sorry, it's me who seems rude. I am indeed Borojevic, and as for why I am here, it's because the original commander-in-chief of the Third Army, Rudolf Brudermann, did not perform well on the battlefield."

"The original?"

"Yes, he actually took the lead in escaping in the Battle of Lviv, which made our northeastern direction directly threatened by the Russians, which damaged our Austrian reputation. So I was favored by the emperor and trusted by the chief of the general staff to temporarily serve as the commander-in-chief of the Third Army."

After speaking, he also interjected:

"Sir, you can now deploy your troops to Rava."

Kust laughed:

"Sir, you may not know who I am. I am the commander of the 27th Division - Kuster, Carilwed Kuster."

"What?!" Borojevic's face seemed to be frozen:

"Didn't you die... ahem, sacrificed on the east bank of the Gnilalipa River? Did you run away like that cowardly 'prodigy'?"

"That's not the case. I was too aggressive during the battle and was seriously out of touch with my main force. The enemy took advantage of the situation to separate us, causing me to lose the ability to communicate with the troops.

If it weren't for General Franz Kafka's infantry brigade that defeated the Russian counterattack and the heroic fighting of the soldiers, we might really have been buried on the banks of the Gnilalipa River.

Because I caused the imperial I was going to compensate for the irreparable loss of my country with my death, and I led the only infantry regiment I could control to launch a desperate charge against the weakest enemy.

After the successful breakout, shells suddenly bombarded us, one of which fell beside me. Fortunately, the shell only knocked me unconscious, and I didn't know what happened later. "

Borojevich remained calm: "Hearing what you said, I seem to have to give you some rewards to repay your loyalty to the country."

"Yes, I think I should be the commander of the 27th Division again. They are my children. I can't lose them, just like the empire can never lose a piece of land."

"So, I'm curious what your face is made of?"

"It's made of iron. Soldiers are made of steel all over their bodies. Only in this way , can be called a real soldier. "

Borojevic was so angry that he laughed:

"A real soldier should be as shameless as you. Well, considering that you are not afraid of the enemy's solid defense on the battlefield, you bravely launched an attack, and even if you suffered heavy losses, you still insisted on fighting. You are as brave as many officers of the empire.

So I will hand over the command of the 27th Infantry Division to you again, hoping that you can avenge the previous shame and return the empire's shame to Tsarist Russia twice."

Borojevic solemnly shook his hand and shook it vigorously a few times:

"Congratulations, General Kuster, you have been reinstated, and your division is stationed about 500 meters southeast of the city."

Kust finally showed a smile on his face, but Borojevic poured a bucket of cold water on him again.

"But unfortunately, your infantry division was reduced from 16,000 to 8,000 under the fierce attack of the Russians. Despite such a huge loss, they did not collapse, but continued to fight with you. They are worthy of the title of Austrian regular army."

"But there is good news. After the top leaders of the empire learned of our situation, the benevolent emperor could not bear our failure and mobilized many soldiers to make up for our losses.

The wise Chief of Staff Conrad planned to add 4,000 people to your division, but when I saw that you were safe and sound, I was very relieved about your division.

I think it is enough to allocate 2,000 people to you. As the commander-in-chief of the Third Army, I don’t think you will reject my suggestion. "

"I completely agree with your idea. I think your suggestion is very useful." Kuster said with an ugly face.

"That's right! You have a good idea too."

Kuster no longer wanted to talk to him, so he turned around and pulled Gerstoli to go out.

But his voice came again like a devil:

"Also, I hope you can adjust the order and discipline of your troops, especially after those peasant soldiers come over."

Kuster suddenly thought of something, stopped, turned around and asked:

"So can I do what I want?"

"Of course, as long as you don't go too far."

Kuster walked out of the headquarters without looking back. He just wanted to stay away from Borojevich as soon as possible, otherwise he would be restricted even more.

This negotiation was not satisfactory, but at least he obtained the command of the 27th Division, which has achieved his goal.

Kuster looked at Gerstoli beside him. He didn't say a word in the conversation just now. This was a very smart move.

The two got into the car, and Kuster asked him:

"Do you know what we were just talking about?"

"All I know is that my righteous commander is dealing with a chaotic demon."

Kuster gave a rare smile:

"You are very smart. Let's go and find the 27th Division."

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