Having received the order from the Crown Prince to act as an advanced reconnaissance battalion, three days later, the Yaeger battalion I was leading arrived at the border between the Reich Empire and Chekovia. I commanded a night’s rest for the troops to rejuvenate their strength and morale.
The soldiers, non-commissioned officers, and junior officers were able to enjoy food and drinks in the village thanks to my directive, but I called a eting with the company commanders and Laura to discuss the strategy once we crossed the border.
“Let’s proceed to implent His Highness, the Crown Prince’s command. Everyone here knows it already, but I’ll reiterate. Our role is advanced reconnaissance. We need to understand the terrain of the Bisochea region, where the main force of over 40,000 will engage, and assess the enemy’s locations and numbers.”
This was basic knowledge for every mber of the Yaeger battalion, so I was rely reiterating it to gain their attention before delving into the main topic.
“The Crown Prince has granted us discretion to do as we see fit, barring full-frontal assaults or the slaughtering of civilians. I have plans to actively use this discretion to gain rit before the main battle begins. Anyone interested?”
Upon raising this proposition, the company commanders glead with joy.
“We trust and follow you, Battalion Commander! Just give us the order!”
“Should we not seize the opportunity when it arises?”
“We will jump into fire if you command it!”
Whether in the Reich Empire or in Korea, the desire of military personnel to gain rit seed universal. And with my subordinates actively supporting my proposition, any operation I would attempt was already guaranteed to be half successful.
I outlined the formal operation plans, dividing the force into two: one exclusively composed of cavalry, the special detachnt, and the rest forming the main body, performing advanced reconnaissance roles.
The news of , the Battalion Commander, directly leading the special detachnt seed unusual to the officers since, in most cases, another officer under the commander’s command would lead such a detachnt.
Then, the Executive Officer of the Yaeger battalion, the 1st Company Commander, representing everyone, asked,
“Why would you, Commander, take such a risk? If we form a special detachnt for operations, isn’t it better to appoint or another company commander as the leader?”
I continued, emphasizing that the operation of our special detachnt was not to engage in battlefield combat with enemy soldiers but to cause disruption among the enemy troops.
“My operation is based on guerrilla tactics developed for the weak to face the strong. Without a deep understanding of such tactics, assigning them to others could lead to potential failure, or in the worst case, the annihilation of the special detachnt.”
I turned to the slightly disappointed 1st Company Commander and continued,
“So, in my absence, you, as the 1st Company Commander, will act in my stead to lead the troops well and fulfill the mission of the advanced reconnaissance battalion. If not, the enemy may suspect the absence of our advanced reconnaissance troops, risking not only the special detachnt but also , its Commander.”
Strictly speaking, the role of the advanced reconnaissance battalion and the lives of the special detachnt were not hugely correlated, but…
When people feel entrusted with significant responsibilities, the thought that soone superior believes in them tends to invoke a desire within them to et those expectations with even more passion.
The 1st Company Commander seed like soone who could lead a company well or even a battalion, so I expected he would bring back favorable results if he perford the reconnaissance task with zeal.
In my role in the special detachnt, I could simultaneously disrupt the enemy and perform advanced reconnaissance, leaving a mark as a versatile commander.
“Finally, each infantry company will select two good rider soldiers or sergeants, and the mage company will select one good rider mage. We depart the day after tomorrow, so be thoroughly prepared. Also, Lieutenant Laura will co with .”
With that, the eting concluded, and that night we finalized the special detachnt’s formation with mbers skilled in horseback riding from each company.
About a week after the formation of the special detachnt.
The special detachnt I led had successfully reached almost the end of the Bisochea region, guided by the crude map provided by the Crown Prince.
Even though we wanted to record detailed terrain information on our journey, we had to conserve even our sleeping ti to perform our tasks, so we marked only the significant features like rivers, mountains, hills, villages, and forts on the map.
Luckily, there hadn’t been any unexpected problems, and when I was taking a brief rest, Velcro, a private in the detachnt, reported seeing smoke about 300 ters away.
“They must be either scouts or hunters making a fire in the mountains. What should we do?”
Hearing that, I was secretly pleased, thinking the smoke-makers might be scouts, as I hadn’t seen any signs of wildlife around.
“Let’s go check it out imdiately.”
We rushed to the suspected location and found three individuals who looked like scouts resting without any lookout.
I approached them, revealing my presence.
“Greetings. I’m Lieutenant Sand Bauman from the 7th Regint of the Paltz Division of the Chekovia Republic Army. I lost my way while scouting. Could you help get back to my unit?”
One of the scouts replied, asking for a password, but I pretended to be annoyed.
“How would I know today’s password when I’ve been lost? I’ll make sure to report this from your squad leader downwards once I return.”
The scout reluctantly complied, offering food. The mont he turned around, I silenced him and had my n immobilize the others.
Now, all that was left was to extract information from them.
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