My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 850 - 289. Positive Feedback from Marshal Loren_3

Chapter 850: 289. Positive Feedback from Marshal Loren_3

"I even think they are colluding with our enemies!"

"They appear to be attempting to weaken the morale and strength of the Exploration Corps through their utter inaction, tarnishing His Majesty’s and our reputation by bringing disaster upon the local population and bullying both men and women, and finally by adding to our burden and diminishing our combat capacity through their excessive consumption of provisions and corruption."

"It sounds almost like a joke."

"Given that they once were soldiers of the Posya Confederation, such pitiful scheming could indeed be within the realm of possibility."

"Heh, what a nauseating joke!"

Marshall Loren scoffed:

"So, what is your suggestion?"

"We are about to fortify the fortress groups in the East Prussia Region and establish large-scale trench positions in response to the Black Disaster. This task requires a lot of manpower."

General Soros said with an expressionless face:

"If they can’t do the job of a soldier well, perhaps being mindless laborers would suit them better. If appeasement fails to elicit their gratitude, it is time for the whip."

"Let’s do just that!"

The Half-Dwarf Marshal vigorously blew out a ring of smoke and cursed:

"Start with those Defending Armies that have erred, and dispatch our soldiers to take over there while initiating widespread hunting of the Wolf People.

In the end, we won’t need that many people, right?"

"Hmm, even if we start all the fortress group fortifications and trench position constructions simultaneously, based on the calculations of the General Staff, we only need half of the manpower from the Border Defense Force."

General Soros replied:

"The other half of the military riffraff will still be a nuisance."

"But they won’t be our problem."

The Half-Dwarf Marshal flashed a strange smile, returned to his desk, and briskly drafted a marshal’s directive, saying:

"Governor Murphy’s victory at this stage signifies a victory in Black Disaster defense preparations. As members of the Civilization Camp, we should show our congratulations and goodwill to our neighbors.

Soros, select from our captive Armed Blood Servants and find a good time to send them back, and also send the other half of the military riffraff to assist the Golden Flower Kingdom’s support of Transylvania—gift them to Governor Murphy!

Don’t be stingy with supplies, equip them with the necessary weapons.

Send along a shipment of cannons that are due for decommissioning.

Finally, purchase a batch of good military arms for 500 men as a gift in my personal name."

"Ah, why not let me join in on such a pleasant matter?"

General Soros stood up laughing heartily, addressing his Marshal:

"I will also contribute arms for 200 men as a thank-you gift to Governor Murphy for helping us resolve this headache."

"700 sounds somewhat improper."

The Half-Dwarf Marshal stroked his chin, rolled his eyes in thought, and said:

"The remaining 300 will then be made up by our ’Colonel Cape’."

"Colonel? That’s jumping up two ranks at once?"

General Soros clicked his tongue in wonderment:

"It seems Colonel Fraser’s little composition won His Majesty’s favor immensely. And why not? Who wouldn’t like a talented young man who can fight, maintain a family, and wield an excellent pen? Sigh, it took me a full ten years to rise from Major to Colonel, and I fought in at least six battles..."

"Well, you didn’t have a good father, did you?"

Marshall Loren shrugged and pulled out another directive to sign his name, saying:

"We also need to send a Military Commissioner to Transylvania to assist Governor Murphy in building an effective defense. Fraser’s promotion has been too rapid.

He needs some solid military achievements to his name to prove himself.

What do you think about sending the heir of the Cape Family to the vanguard against the Black Disaster? Will that bring trouble upon me?"

"Are you afraid of them?"

General Soros scoffed and said:

"Your background trumps that of the Cape Family by far... ahem, alright, alright, I’ll stop, I know you hate this topic. All your achievements have come from your own hard work, satisfied now?"

"Hmph!"

Marshall Loren snorted in annoyance and added a name to the directive, saying:

"Then let Colonel Fraser serve as the chief officer of the Exploration Corps’ military observation team dispatched to Transylvania, with your youngest son as his deputy."

"Great, the troublesome kid really needs a bit of adversity to grow up."

General Soros had no objections and gladly signed his name on the directive as well.

A few minutes later, General Soros brought up another issue, saying:

"The Cape Family’s several production lines prepared to be sent to Transylvania have been detained in our defense zone for a week, shall we release them now?"

"Of course."

The Half-Dwarf Marshal exhaled the last smoke ring and said:

"That is the prerogative of the victor. I asked you to hold those goods before simply to prevent them from falling into the hands of the Wolf People.

Now that the man has won, naturally, they should be delivered to Murphy.

After all, he paid money for them.

That Vampire...

Indeed impressive, already showing promise. Perhaps in the future, we might have a showdown on the battlefield, a worthy adversary, tsk, the War God really does favor us."