My soldiers are all Fourth Calamities!

11. On the eve of the Battle of Korosten

Golikov's footsteps echoed through the muddy trenches, and Rochester followed behind him back to the camp where they had just survived a life-or-death ordeal.

The soldiers of "Ren no Lian" lay sprawled in the mud, while Anton, the new recruits, and the "Tireless" players were all fast asleep.

Rochester had no intention of interrupting their hard-won sleep time, and during this time he began to think about the organization of the "Redwitt Alliance".

Currently, we are in the midst of a civil war, and the formation of the entire Union army is very rushed. A company of 120 men is already considered an ideal situation.

Although it's unclear what that brother unit meant to Sokolov, it's evident that their emotional connection was extraordinary; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths.

Regarding equipment—Rochester's gaze swept over the soldiers sleeping empty-handed in the camp, and a pang of pain shot through his heart.

Most companies couldn't even provide one rifle per person, let alone heavy weapons. The entire battalion had only three heavy machine guns, barely enough to maintain firepower.

Aside from the sheer number of soldiers, which is "super large," in terms of quality alone, they are essentially a "small" infantry unit.

Obstructed and long.

As he pondered, a strong sense of drowsiness began to overwhelm Rochester, and his sleep-deprived, drowsy eyes were half-open and half-closed.

Like the other characters in the game, he needs sleep, and his reason tells him that he needs to sleep for a while right now.

Golikov sat down next to Rochester. "Commander Rochester, you should rest for a while. I'll call you when it's time."

Before Rochester could refuse, he was overwhelmed by intense drowsiness.

......

A few hours later, a slight commotion woke him up.

Rochester stretched his stiff neck, checked the time, and knew that the "players" would be online in a quarter of an hour.

Sure enough, with a system notification sound that only he could hear, the previously silent camp instantly "came to life." Anton and the new recruits were awakened by this sudden commotion, rubbing their eyes in confusion.

Rochester stood up, dusted himself off, and shouted, "Command orders: all personnel assemble. Depart in fifteen minutes. Target: north—'Krosten,' seventy kilometers away."

[Unlock Information]

[Intelligence being synchronized...]

Korosten: A city in Ukraine under the Rydvet Union, located on the Uzh River in the northern part of the region, 150 kilometers from the capital Kyiv, and administered by the Zhytomyr Oblast.

Rochester quickly synchronized the information to the players' panels, letting them know a general location.

The players already knew about the mission from the forum, so they didn't hesitate and quickly lined up. Although the new recruits were a bit undisciplined, it proved that people are influenced by their environment. Although they were a little clumsy, they still managed to line up in a decent manner, looking quite like an elite team.

The assembly whistle pierced the entire camp at that moment, and apart from Rochester's troops, the other soldiers in the camp reluctantly got up.

Anton rubbed his sleepy eyes as he joined the queue, looking at Rochester. He was exhausted, but his eyes showed no sign of hesitation: "Shall we depart now, Commander Rochester?"

"Yes," Rochester replied affirmatively. "All present! Move out! Head north!"

After the two units in Rochester met at the command post, they joined other units and began their march north, transported to the Northern War by countless trucks.

Several hours later, they arrived at a desolate village.

A group of refugees, driven by war, struggled forward. Their backs were hunched, pushing wheelbarrows or carrying tattered belongings. Despair gripped them like a plague. Children clung to their mothers' clothes, some clutching dirty dolls tightly, glancing back frequently.

People walked past the convoy in silence.

The troops stopped on a muddy road near a forest, where the terrain was undulating.

The truck could only take them 40 kilometers from "Korossian". Although the distance seemed short, the winding roads and rugged terrain stretched it into a three-hour journey.

The remaining leg of the journey required them to walk, as the trucks needed to transport the next batch of troops.

As the orders were passed down, this advance force of several hundred men began to reorganize in the forest.

Just as Rochester was assigning tasks to his troops, a junior officer approached him and whispered, "Company Commander Rochester, the other company commanders are calling for you."

Rochester gave Anton a look, and Anton understood. Rochester straightened his clothes and headed in the direction the officer had pointed.

He soon encountered several company commanders deep inside.

They were in a makeshift command post, a natural depression that had been dug and reinforced. The entrance was covered with pine branches felled from the surrounding area and camouflage netting, sprinkled with dead leaves and soil to blend it into the forest floor.

From the air or a little distance away, it looks like just a slightly messy thicket of bushes.

Entering the command center, you find yourself in what is actually a semi-underground bunker dug downwards, also known as a "subterranean shelter."

"Hello, Rochester." A company commander reached out and shook hands with Rochester.

The other three company commanders also greeted Rochester.

The three men's politeness made Rochester feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if this wasn't a good thing.

"Enough with the small talk. Our reconnaissance unit just spotted an enemy force ahead in that village. We don't know if they're White Army or Vistulas."

"We plan to send a contingent of troops to take a look; we'd like your 'Company of Benevolence' to go."

Rochester was surprised to hear this, wondering why it had to be his troops now.

Rochester was about to refuse, but a message that popped up in the system caught his attention.

[A teammate's request]

[You and your troops are to proceed to the village ahead to scout and eliminate the enemy force.]

[Reward: Gain personal attribute points]

【Whether to accept? 】

[Accept/Reject]

Personal attribute points?

Rochester recalled that there was such an attribute on the panel before, and then he remembered those burly generals.

Then I thought about that knight on the battlefield.

The individual combat strength of the soldiers in this world seems to be very high, but that's normal. This world has magical technology, so it's not surprising that the individual combat strength is a bit strong, right?

Rochester had a strange feeling that the whole world was becoming more and more like Warhammer 40. Could this be some kind of Terra unification scenario?!

Something just doesn't feel right.

Rochester couldn't explain it.

Faced with the reward, Rochester had no reason to refuse. "Alright, I'll send my team over."

After receiving Rochester's definite reply, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

And then comes strategy.

When Rochester heard their support strategy, he was stunned.

What is meant by the "human wave tactic" and the "spiritual victory charge"?

What does it mean to say that launching such an attack is a manifestation of will and faith?

No, buddy?

This world has magical technology, canned goods, and damn Crusader knights. Such obviously extraordinary power exists. In terms of infantry tactics, is it really the tactics of World War I?

This reminded Rochester of unpleasant memories; when he first arrived in this world, the supervising officer had ordered those new recruits to charge in the same way.

They're just lining up to die.

The machine guns on the other side were enough to send them all to meet Karl.

As a modern man, Rochester did not think highly of the human wave attack. He did not know if it was useful in the past, but it was definitely outdated now.

The only difference between them and line infantry is that they occupy a more dispersed position.

Rochester will not allow their support force to use this tactic for support.