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Chapter 1243 - 420. Transylvania Travel Notes Volume II: Black Disaster Yearbook Grand Opening_2

Chapter 1243: 420. Transylvania Travel Notes Volume II: Black Disaster Yearbook Grand Opening_2

Another officer with a delicate, golden-haired visage, Major Noss Lusen, curled his lips and whispered as he surveyed the intelligence in his hands,

"These adversaries are tough to handle, not just in terms of combat. Even before we departed from the fortress, we had learnt from Marshall Loren’s intelligence officer about their entire battle process in driving out the Wolf People. We harbored no doubts about the combat prowess of the Transia Barbarians.

But honestly, dealing with madmen truly tests one’s patience and reaction.

As far as I’m concerned, I’m not confident about maintaining a relatively normal interaction with these Barbarians."

"We don’t even have to consider interactions from both sides; we were never friends with them to begin with, so there’s no point in putting on a disagreeable pretense of friendship."

The third, who was in charge of the artillery but presently without direct subordinates, Major Dune, fiddled with a few tarot cards in his hands and spoke with a gloomy expression,

"After the location of our station is determined, we just need to maintain the situation around our station and patiently wait for the Black Disaster to arrive. Of course, finding a safe retreat route in advance is necessary. Honestly, I don’t believe that Transylvania possesses adequate capabilities to withstand the intensity of the Black Disaster,

the same strategy that the kingdom’s foreign ministry has adopted.

Though we currently acknowledge Governor Morphy’s control over Transylvania, the premise for carrying out real diplomatic activities is that the Transian regime still exists after the Black Disaster.

If they are destined to perish, not stepping on them before their demise is already dignified enough; there’s absolutely no need to waste time on deeper interactions."

These responses made Colonel Fraser nod.

He regarded them, his gaze lingering abstractly on the family crests on their breastplates.

Though these three were individually competent, being placed in the observation team and granted military power demonstrated that their backgrounds were as distinguished as Fraser’s.

Though their families were not as illustrious as the Cape Family, in the circle of military nobles of Goldenrod Kingdom, they were already quite outstanding. They were not the eldest sons in their families but were nonetheless entrusted with certain expectations. This mission was of significant importance to their careers.

Therefore, Colonel Fraser wasn’t worried about them engaging in any underhanded maneuvers; anyone with a brain knew that this was a time to cooperate sincerely.

It was a choice for the greater good.

His gaze then turned to the last two officers, who maintained their silence. They were Major Bird and Major Roberts; both came from humble backgrounds, having climbed their way up from the base level, but their "operational capabilities" were exceptional.

This was why they were part of this resplendent observation group – the Colonel was eager to hear the opinions of these veterans who had smelled gunpowder.

His expectations did not go unnoticed by the two silent officers who, after a few seconds of contemplation, the bearded, cane-supporting Major Roberts replied,

"We should assist them in quickly reorganizing and taking over the fifty thousand Border Defense Force troops. Only by finishing this task swiftly can the Transian polity focus most of its energy on war preparations.

After all, this land is not King Louis’ territory; we don’t have the freedom to act on our own here.

This means that even if the war starts, we can only play a supporting role.

The affairs of Transylvania ultimately have to be handled by the Transia People themselves; if their military situation deteriorates, we, too, will be implicated.

Marshal Loren puts it well; he would rather charge with ten brave warriors into a thousand men than hold out with a hundred fools waiting for reinforcements.

In this situation, assisting the Transia People is helping ourselves."

"The Wolf People surely don’t care whether they are facing Transia Barbarians or soldiers from Goldenrod."

With his hands clasped behind his back maintaining a military posture, Major Bird spoke succinctly,

"Emphasizing past grievances in the context of the Black Disaster is not the correct choice; distinguishing between friends and foes presumes that both sides are civilized.

If we want to deliver a victory in Transylvania that can prove our strength, we need the cooperation of the Transia People.

Maintaining a good relationship is essential."

"Mhm."

Colonel Fraser finally showed a satisfied expression; this was precisely the correct strategy he wished to hear.

Indeed, the understanding of war significantly differed between those commanders who climbed out from heaps of corpses and those who were born into comfort. The three nobly born military officers, gifted as they were, still didn’t comprehend the true essence of war.

It seemed that Marshal Loren and General Soros’s purpose in sending these young men into the perilous lands of Transylvania was evident here.

These individuals, destined to be the backbone of the Goldenrod Kingdom’s military, must experience real combat.

"Then, let me share my thoughts."

Fraser checked the time, with twenty minutes left before he had to commence his journey to Crimson Castle. He coughed and said to the others in the tent,

"I have been to Transylvania before, and I fought alongside the local remnants of vampires and their bravery underlings against McCoy,msgid the fallen Blood Vulture Grand Duke Sallockdar.

I say without exaggeration that that battle changed me.

It not only taught me to discern the real threats hidden beyond appearances but also allowed me to see a different side of the Transia People beyond their barbarity.

In fact, after receiving the news that the Black Disaster was approaching, I had already discerned that the emerging new regime and its helmsman, Mr. Morphy, regardless of any challenges, would not give up what they now possessed."