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Hello, short person_3 “Marshal, how is the army of the Golden Flower Kingdom preparing to assist us?”
“Do you still want to command the war within Transylvania?”
Half-dwarf was once again shocked by Murphy’s bold statent.
He said, with wide eyes and a huff:
“Do you think I would trust my soldiers in the hands of a vampire?
Don’t you even think about it!
My Exploration Corps will fortify the fortresses of East Prussia.
If your defense fails, that place will serve as a secondary iron line of defense against the chaos of the Wolf People.
It isn’t an easy task to complete the fortification preparations in six months, so don’t expect to send more soldiers into your area.”
“But what about the frontier army?”
Murphy counter-asked:
“Besides the fifty thousand people of the Exploration Corps in East Prussia and Anjou regions, there should also be an equal number of frontier forces, shouldn’t there?
A significant portion of them are ‘pseudo-armies’ you incorporated during the Ten-Year War.
They were originally local legions of the Posya Confederation.
They were inherently part of the national strength used to defend against the Black Disaster, there should be no legal problem if I, as the governor of Transylvania, reclaim their command during the Black Disaster War, right?
If you’re reluctant to let go, I can even sign an agreent with you.
After the Black Disaster, I can give you back those pseudo-troops if you want them!”
“Those newly ford frontier legions are indeed a problem, their loyalty, willpower and combat readiness are barely distinguishable from refugees.
Especially their disciplinary issue is as disgusting as a group of Wolf People.
If you really want them, giving them to you isn’t a problem.”
The half-dwarf Marshal pondered for a mont, he said:
“I have a request, you can command those people, but I will send a group of professional officers to train and command them.
You can’t interfere with their warti command for any reason and you must be responsible for their supply, Murphy.
You’re not a soldier.
You, an outsider, are better off not ddling in such professional matters.
This is advice from a Marshal.”
“Okay!”
Murphy agreed without hesitating to this harsh condition.
But the next second, he began to bargain, saying:
“My territory lacks various resources, and I need military support, but I know you won’t give the best, so when those frontier troops are sent over, please also issue their weapons.
At the very least, don’t let send them into battle with a piece of wood in their hands, that would be too unsightly.
Even cannon fodder shouldn’t be used this way.
In addition, if possible, I need so machinery, enough to perform basic maintenance and work on firearms behind the lines, and to manufacture the most basic military supplies like bullets and bombs.”
“Ha, has Transylvania already grown so poor that you don’t even have these things?”
The Marshal Loren ridiculed:
“Why don’t you swear allegiance to my Majesty, Murphy, and then you will get everything you desire.”
“We originally had those!
Westerburg is the manufacturing center of Transylvania and the pride of the whole Posya Confederation; the firearms produced there are synonymous with quality even among the half-body n of the Ligurian Peninsula.
Then, you destroyed the city with a plague!
Just like when you destroyed Cardman City.”
Murphy coldly responded:
“Do you need to list one by one the reasons for the downfall of Transylvania?
Marshal, I know that war only considers victory.
To people like you, victory is justice, a soldier can abandon all morality for victory, that’s your professional ethics.”
But a bunch of looters standing on the bodies of the poor people they just raided, loudly mocking their poverty and backwardness, even under dwarf customs, I don’t think it’s a conduct to be encouraged, is it?
The war has ended, but a new war is about to begin!
No matter how you personally view Transylvania and , the Vampire Lord, in the Black Disaster War, we are your inseparable comrades.
Unless you would like to destroy us before the Wolf People do, and then have the young n of the Golden Flower Kingdom shoulder the responsibilities that we should have borne!
If you don’t want your people to shed blood and make sacrifices, please et my demands, because the people of Transylvania are about to shed their own blood for your safety.
We might still have a chance to compete in the future, Marshal.
I swear!
By then, I will repay all the arrogance that you have shown today to and Transylvania, but the premise of our confrontation is, if we still have a ‘future’.
Return the production lines you plundered from Westerburg!
It belongs to us, it can perform much more effectively in our hands than wasting away in yours.”
“Very good!”
Marshal Loren nodded, he said:
“Your deanor now is much better than that of the Pri Minister with soft-bone disease who surrendered to from the Posya Confederation before, keep it up, young yet brave vampire.
The things you want have fallen into the hands of the Cape family, they plan to build a few new factories in East Prussia, you know who to talk to.”
After he finished speaking, the Marshal was about to end the communication, but Murphy stopped him.
“There’s one last thing.”
The Vampire Lord said:
“Regarding my identity, I hope King Louis can issue a decree appointing as the governor of Transylvania, to better fulfill the strategic buffer zone duties between our two countries.”
“The classic fence-sitting diplomacy of the Posya Confederation…
of course, it is already your tradition, so let’s communicate using the traditions left over from the previous Black Disasters.”
Marshal Loren picked up a Transylvania governor appointnt letter already stamped with the King’s seal from the table.
He pointed at the blank na column and said to Murphy:
“Once you’ve survived the Black Disaster, if there’s still a place called ‘Transylvania’ on the continent, this will be yours.
So, is it a deal?”
“Um, it’s a deal!”
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