My Players Are So Fierce

1230: 416.

Governor of Transylvania?

Pah, what’s the point of ruling over a bunch of thugs, vagabonds, and criminals?

1230: 416.

Governor of Transylvania?

Pah, what’s the point of ruling over a bunch of thugs, vagabonds, and criminals?

“Special Task Force!

Assemble!”

The piercing shouts and assembly whistles echoed through the military camp at the Pioneer Fortress in East Prussia.

In these dark hours before dawn, accompanied by a series of curses and the pounding of boots, the Special Task Force—completely composed of young officers—had assembled within minutes.

They had even brushed off the last speck of dust from their boots, ready for the arrival of Marshal Loren, his aide-de-camp General Solos, and the Marshal’s Guard.

The severe Dwarf Marshal, who was strict with both himself and others, folded his arms behind his back.

A sturdy Dwarf Guard followed closely at his side, carrying the Marshal’s battle axe, a symbol of both utility and dignity.

Colonel Fraser, standing at the forefront of the crowd, felt his heart leap to his throat when he saw General Solos reach up with his white-gloved left hand to touch the top of the doorway.

However, the glove remained spotlessly white, indicating that the officers under the Colonel had perfectly upheld the high standards for barracks maintenance he expected of them.

“Not bad.”

General Solos nodded with satisfaction and a critical eye.

At the same time, he glared fiercely at his own youngest son in the ranks, forcing poor Major Ron to stand even straighter, unwilling to show any weakness in front of his father.

Considering he had been appointed as the second-in-command of the Vanguard, the father General’s strict expectations were reasonable; surely the young men from the Cape Family couldn’t outshine those from the Soros Family, could they?

“Commanders, today you will leave the safety of the fortress, taking with you the soldiers assigned to you, along with those foolish and pathetic old soldiers, to head to Transylvania to carry out the war duty entrusted to you by His Majesty the King.”

In the barracks, Marshal Loren’s gaze swept across the faces before him like a battle axe, and he spoke gravely:

“Always remember!

You are warriors of the Exploration Corps, and even on the fallen lands of the vampires, you must uphold the dignity and authority of a soldier of the Goldenrod Kingdom.

I must emphasize to you that I have had several remote confrontations with Morphy, the Governor of Transylvania, and I must admit that the vampire fellow has some skills.

He is a difficult adversary!

Whether he is a suitable ally is for you to test on your own.

Before you depart, I must reiterate your duty in Transylvania.

You must bear in mind that you are the Goldenrod Kingdom’s support to Transylvania in the Black Disaster war, not the main attackers; your duty is not to charge forward to protect the vampires’ property, but to ensure the threat of the Black Disaster does not spread to the Kingdom at the fastest pace.

For this purpose, you must protect your command authority as you would your own head and heart, not allowing vampires to interfere with your military command nor obeying all his orders.

You need to prioritize the interests of the Kingdom at all times.

Furthermore, you should not stay in the barracks provided by the vampires; you must choose your own campsite using your military skills, ensuring the greatest degree of autonomy.

However, I am not asking you to defy the orders of Governor Morphy.

I am just reminding you to remember your stance.

Yet, in the direst of situations, when facing the common enemy of all forces on the Continent—the Wolf People—our cooperation with the vampires can also be acceptable!

Lastly, and most importantly,

You are the eyes of His Majesty and the Exploration Corps.

In the upcoming great battle in Transylvania, you must collect enough intel for His Majesty and the Corps.

Not limited to the Wolf People and Black Disaster but also including the military forces under the Governor of Transylvania and the power and operational systems of the Winter Wolf Army, with whom you will fight side by side.”

Marshal Loren said solemnly:

“A battle with the Nordtof barbarians is inevitable for the Goldenrod Kingdom, and our only mission as soldiers is to be fully prepared before the war breaks out!

Do you all understand?”

“Yes, sir, Marshal!”

The thirty-some young officers in the barracks replied in unison.

The aggressive atmosphere created by their youth and readiness to engage was very satisfactorily to Marshal Loren.

He believed the best soldiers and commanders should always be so.

Unyielding, unretreating, always maintaining the drive and fighting spirit.

“Gentlemen, the Corps has provided you with enough supplies to support one month in Transylvania.

A team of logistics officers led by professionals will accompany you, while your baggage, ammunition, and weapons will begin their journey after you have established your camp in Transylvania.

The Marshal has prepared a capable artillery unit to help you defend your position, and I hope you will make good use of the power the Pioneer Army takes pride in.”

General Solos, with his hands clasped behind his back, spoke loudly beside Marshal Loren:

“However, I must add something regarding the former Border Defense Force soldiers you are to escort to Transylvania.

Although what I am about to say may be crude, I think it is the most fitting description for them.

You must remember, these men are not soldiers!

They are a mix of ruffians, criminals, and cowards, the most despicable scum that the human race can produce, and you cannot rely on them to display courage or a will to fight at any time.