Enok Revendale transmitted a telegram via the help of Sarah Ronald, the Ukhraine Duchy Times bureau chief, which was quickly sent to all cooperating units.
Just after hearing from nearby village residents about unfamiliar soldiers being spotted frequently recently.
During the battalion commander’s absence, Chief of Staff Claude Rain took command and immediately initiated troop movement.
“We’ve always said we’d have to move this camp sooner or later…”
“This time, let’s make sure we do it properly.”
Sighing as he confirmed his troops safely boarded the airship, Major Claude was approached by Lieutenant Hilton Callia who saluted him.
“What about the platoon members?”
“They’re all in good health. Their condition is also good.”
“Check once more if everything that could hint at where they went has been gathered or disposed of.”
“Just leave it to me, Chief of Staff.”
In fact, for weeks, the camp had been almost empty.
Important documents were already moved to the new camp, leaving only fake documents in case of a search.
Moreover, with only enough personnel left to avoid detection by the enemy forces.
As soon as the telegram was received, the entire unit could move swiftly as if evaporating.
The 8th Paratrooper Magic Infantry Battalion was scattered across various units for ‘instruction’ or ‘training observation’ due to its special nature, making it easy to secretly move personnel.
When the coup force finally arrived, it would look like an abandoned site.
“In the end, it came to this.”
Sergeant Rick Hanson muttered bitterly, responsible for the training of the headquarters company.
“Do they not see the burning future of our country?”
Despite his calm expression, he was clearly angry.
Rick Hanson had been with the 8th Paratrooper Magic Infantry Battalion since its inception, from a low-ranking soldier to a sergeant.
Though he advanced rapidly in rank, the bloodstains of comrades who didn’t get to fulfill their missions remained vividly on the ground under his feet.
It was through bl**d, sweat, and tears that such an opportunity was achieved.
Yet, these traitors were so focused on protecting their own interests that they plunged the nation into chaos at the most critical moment.
“The soil hardens after the rain. We must think of ourselves as entering the eye of the storm now.”
“…I will never forgive them.”
“I feel the same way.”
Like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly, one must endure the vulnerable pupa stage before flying gracefully in the sky.
To prepare for the upcoming great storm,
The Ukhraine Duchy needed to transform into a pupa state.
In this situation, the only thing they could do was strictly follow Enok Revendale’s instructions as previously agreed.
“Chief of Staff, all troops have boarded without any omissions.”
“Depart.”
“Where should the route be set?”
At the pilot’s words, the eyes of Claude Rain flashed.
“To the capital, Kajeif.”
*
At the same time.
The ear-splitting siren echoed not just in the central army training ground of the capital Kajeif, but throughout the region.
In the northern corps, particularly in the Biyaltock territory where Count Jacques Pedro served as honorary lord, sirens wailed throughout the night.
“Emergency message! The eastern corps, those crazy bastards, really started a coup!”
“d*mn it, we have no choice but to intervene now!”
Lieutenant General Kharkov, who was in charge of the northern corps, clenched his teeth.
He wasn’t originally part of Enok Revendale’s faction.
However, when the royal prince and neighboring countries’ investments poured into the military factory in Biyaltock, Kharkov, as the northern corps commander, benefited to some extent.
Moreover, Southern Corps Commander Georgi Vasiliopoulos, a close friend of Enok Revendale, and his eldest son, who recently officially engaged with Yekaterina Pedro, the daughter of the honorary lord of Biyaltock, brought Kharkov closer to Enok’s faction.
He recalled a conversation he had with Enok Revendale during the engagement ceremony.
“Are you serious? It sounds like madness to me.”
“Because it’s madness, I’m telling you, sir.”
Enok Revendale, described in countless ways within the Ukhraine Army, was a young officer who rose from captain to major in just months, and then to colonel in another few months.
A mere year saw him leap five ranks to become a colonel, an unprecedented feat.
The liberator of the besieged city of Maniopol and Fort Morok.
A negotiator who turned unfavorable public opinion around and forced the surrender of Nur Ezenner, the leader of the Azoff National Liberation Front, in the First Quernen War.
Not only did he propose aggressive strategies, but he also placed his superior, Sony Chepelin, as the commander of the landing forces, a kingmaker.
A great commander who led the counterattack and annihilated the notorious Azoff warlocks.
This colossal figure, who had an impressive track record, came to him personally and warned of a coup within a few months.
If someone else had heard this, they might have dismissed it as nonsense or treated it lightly, but given it was Enok Revendale, General Kharkov of the northern corps found himself in a dilemma.
“Surely there are a few traitors among your troops. Remember the officers who fail to respond in time when the real crisis hits.”
General Kharkov still felt Enok Revendale’s voice echoing in his ears.
“They are traitors.”
“Immediately gather your subordinate commanders and order the rapid deployment of the special response brigade to block the eastern route to Kajeif!”
“Commander! We’ve lost contact with the 33rd Infantry Division and the 5th Cavalry Brigade!”
“Wh-What… Those bastards!”
Indeed, as Enok Revendale predicted, the 33rd Infantry Division commander had long harbored resentment over the neglect of the northern and eastern corps.
He had even dragged the 5th Cavalry Brigade commander, his comrade, into the rebellion.
“How many troops can we mobilize now? We need to enter the capital before them.”
“But there’s a problem… The withdrawal of the 33rd Division from the border area created a power vacuum. We don’t have enough troops to fill the gap immediately…”
“Those d*mn bastards!”
It was truly irresponsible.
If they truly cared for their country, they shouldn’t have abandoned their defensive lines even if they joined the rebels.
While the northern corps commander was struggling and roaring in anger,
Several soldiers entered the corps headquarters, including officers from the Central Technical Education Research Institute whom Kharkov knew.
“Colonel Viktor Zelenski!”
“Commander, you’ve surely heard the news.”
Nodding, Viktor spoke calmly.
“The situation in the Soviev Empire is concerning. Border defense divisions cannot act on their own.”
“What am I supposed to do now…!”
“How many units can be rapidly deployed excluding those stationed at the border?”
“The entire rapid response brigade and one reserve regiment. The rest need to fill the gap left by the 33rd Division!”
“That should be sufficient.”
Colonel Viktor Zelenski turned to another officer.
“Jan Bloch, artillery department head. Are the trains ready?”
“Yes, of course. The armored company prepared by General Sony Chepelin is also in place.”
“We’ll deploy the troops as quickly as possible to block the eastern route. Please support us.”
“I will immediately transfer command of the unit. Stop them at all costs!”
General Kharkov clenched his fist tightly and shook it.
“Everything so far has gone according to Enok’s plan.”
Colonel Viktor Zelenski thought as he held the general’s hand.
“Even though available troops are fewer than expected, we can only hope the bluff of the special response brigade works…”
After all, the Central Technical Education Research Institute, which focuses on research and technological development, does not have a single regular combat unit.
To overcome the inherent limitations, cooperation with nearby units is essential.
Several armored trains carrying hastily mobilized troops rushed eastward.
“Hey, you d*mn rebels! Stay where you are! I’m coming with my armor to blow your heads off!!!!!”
“Calm down… Please, take it easy…”
“d*mn! Enemy sc*m!!!”
