441 – Peter Yeager released the poison (1)
I, Peter Yeager, declared the end of the war and immediately went to clean up the battlefield.
“François, please treat the bodies of all fallen Reich soldiers with the utmost respect. “The only thing we can do is cremate and bury them, but this is an order from His Majesty the Crown Prince not to discriminate even against the dead.”
Because this is a war-related matter, I do not have to follow His Majesty the Crown Prince’s orders, but even if I had the authority to do so…
Unless there is a special reason to object, it is better in many ways to follow orders from higher-ups.
Besides, the living Francois and his soldiers may not know, but the dead can no longer bother us, so we should bury them with the hope that they will go to heaven after they die.
To put it bluntly, I didn’t kill these guys because I had a grudge against them.
When I gave the order, the Reich Empire soldiers gave instructions with irritated expressions.
“Hey, Uncle Francois, move quickly.”
“If you get caught trying to do something strange with something like a shovel, you will die.”
“Do not use the life that Crown Princess Lina gave you in vain. “If you just do as I tell you, I will send you home safely.”
If it were any other time, I would have thought about ordering you to work together, or even telling you to talk without making such an impression.
‘Just yesterday, they were fighting and risking their lives on the battlefield, so how can we become friends right away?’
“Adjutant.”
The adjutant next to me quickly responded to those words.
“Yes, Excellency Generalissimo!”
Generally, most commanders, or even adjutants to marshals, are majors, and sometimes a few people are promoted and receive the rank of lieutenant colonel when they receive their next assignment.
Thanks to His Majesty the Emperor’s emphasis that the Deputy of the Generalissimo is special, my Adjutant is a general with a one-star rank.
A 6-star adjutant is only 1 star, something I still can’t get used to every time I see it.
For your information, my position as Chief of Staff at the Generalissimo has 3 stars. Considering that other people have that rank as a corps commander or the head of a specific department at the Chief of Staff…
‘It’s dizzying, so unique that it’s dizzying.’
“His Majesty the Crown Prince has ordered you not to treat François’ soldiers carelessly, so let them know that you should never beat or seek more than necessary. “In particular, if a beating is carried out without a valid reason, even execution is possible under military law.”
“I understand, Your Excellency. “But may I ask why?”
At those words, I waved my hand to signal him to listen.
Our adjutant strangely turned his ear toward me.
“The Francois Republic is practically ours now. In such a situation, what good would it be to abuse them? To put it bluntly, you received a baronial decree in this war, but the public sentiment among the people there is so bad that they start a ‘rebellion’ or an ‘uprising.’ Just think.”
When the adjutant heard those words, his hands trembled.
That was quite possible, as His Majesty granted us the privilege of managing the territory and receiving taxes.
If a rebellion or uprising occurs due to poor management of the territory, terrible punishment will be imposed.
‘At a minimum, confiscation of the relevant territory, and at worst, deprivation of the family title and execution of the head of the family.’
The adjutant shook his head as if he had imagined a rebellion breaking out in his territory.
Then suddenly, as if his personality had been washed, he began to smile brightly.
“hahahahaha, I think they are also citizens of the empire now. Would it be okay to just feed him wheat porridge? I had a serious conversation with the military logistics commander yesterday, and he said that there was some surplus in the budget and stock of beef jerky. “How about making porridge with beef jerky and handing it out?”
The faces of Francois and his soldiers that I saw yesterday were all in a state close to the early stages of malnutrition due to not having eaten properly for several years.
In other words, if you give them something heavy like bread or grilled meat, you could die because you ate something heavy that your body cannot digest…
‘Meat porridge would be okay.’
“Please put about 1/4 of the amount of meat our soldiers receive in porridge and give it to them. Additionally, when distributing porridge, tell the soldiers that this is all thanks to His Majesty the Crown Prince.”
“I understand, Your Excellency. But why on earth did your Excellency deliberately give up the honor of treating François’ soldiers in a gentlemanly manner and dedicate all mercy only to His Highness the Crown Prince?”
I chuckled at those words.
Of course, Peter Yeager already has honor, fame, title, and fortune. Including social status, he rose from being the first person to the top of all people in the empire.
I was a bit surprised to hear people ask me why I wasn’t more greedy.
‘If I eat any more, my stomach will explode and I will die.’
I couldn’t say this, so I thought for a moment and answered.
“Because it is more helpful to the development of the empire. Think about it, why would our empire have the imperial princess of the cafe, who had to worry about starving because she was collapsing, to be the crown prince’s wife?”
In fact, according to a confidential report I received shortly before she became crown princess, Her Royal Highness Princess Rina of the Cape Imperial House was on the verge of being kicked out of her asylum, which was her only dependency at the time.
Because she was in such a situation, she heard that she would soon be sold to another noble family as a concubine.
The reason is appearance, but how good is it?
My concubine was once a member of the imperial family, the most superior lineage in the empire. Just imagining her would be thrilling.
“Isn’t it to win the public’s favor with Francois? “It is also for the legitimate cause of the Empire taking over Francois.”
“That’s right. And as I expected, isn’t that person’s mere presence helping the Empire easily take over Francois? So, we need to increase its symbolic value as much as possible. Then, if Francois’ people also come under the empire. You will have hope that you will not starve to death and that you will be able to lead a peaceful life thanks to His Majesty the Crown Prince. With just a few bowls of porridge containing a little meat, there is no room for rebellion, so why bother? Should I get my nose pierced for coveting that kind of fame?”
The adjutant shook his head back and forth.
“No. Your Excellency, do as you wish. “Then I will go and deliver the order.”
Then my adjutant hurriedly walked away.
As I watched him leave, I muttered quietly.
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“The François guys have already been devastated by me, so their morale is probably low, so I guess I’ll start spewing out some trash now. Come and have a taste of Jjirashi. “After that, I’ll have to give a sh*t to the United Kingdom guys.”
And that night, I wrote down to His Majesty my plan for negotiating and dealing with the United Kingdom, and what I would do in detail.
**
Garrison of the Francois Republic Army.
The Republic Army was always in a bad mood because it was constantly suffering from a long civil war, but today the mood was even worse.
In normal times, even in these terrible situations, there were people who tried to lighten the mood somehow, or at least by forcing a smile when they heard the sound of falling leaves.
Now everyone had completely lost the mental space to do so.
Nolan, a private in the Francois Republic Army, was in despair like everyone else.
“f*ck, what should I do now? The battalion commander said that Peter Yeager invaded Francois and reduced everything he touched to ashes…”
No matter how incompetent the commanders of the Republic Army were, as a mere soldier under them, he had no choice but to believe what he was told from above.
No, if you don’t believe what they say, the painful times you’ve been fighting so far will be like being completely thrown into the trash can.
It was almost like I had no choice but to believe it, but…
The only thing he did not believe was that the high-ranking members of the Republic Army were saying that they would defeat Peter Yeager and destroy him.
“How can I overcome that monster, that crazy man-eater who pulls out the intestines of living people and eats them, and dies happily every time he kills a person?”
Strictly speaking, Peter Yeager is the type of person who kills without any emotion when he kills people, and if an incident of eating people occurred within the unit…
He was the person who would dismember the person involved, but isn’t that what rumors are all about?
There may be some truth to it, but as it becomes more fleshed out and exaggerated, it suddenly becomes enormous and becomes something completely different from what it started out as.
As he was in despair, Sergeant Hugo, the only senior member of the surprised private’s squad, appeared.
The reason there are no privates or corporals on them is because they were all cut down by the Reich Imperial Army led by Peter Jaeger.
“I’m surprised, you bastard. “Why are you so upset?”
“You don’t know when you will die, do you? “My hometown is about to be destroyed by that bastard, Peter Yeager.”
Sergeant Hugo chuckled upon hearing that.
Nolan thought it was because he had given up on everything, but upon closer inspection, he saw a ‘hope’ on the sergeant’s face that he had not seen in recent years.
‘Has this guy finally gone crazy?’
“Child, I think I am rather fortunate.”
“What good is dying? “I’m about to be cut to death by that Jaeger.”
“When did I ever say that we would die? And came out with me. “Because there is a precious person who can tell us how to live.”
And after a while, Nolan saw a frightening sight.