My Platoon is F**king Hopeless

The multiturret tank project was scrapped and the newly born ‘medium magic tank DL-18’ had quite a convincing appearance.

Major Debra Bennett’s compilation of magic sloped armor made it possess overwhelming protective power against enemy magical bombardments.

It had enhanced resistance against physical forces that were otherwise impossible to defend against with magic, bolstered by composite armor incorporating yellow mana.

Unlike the sloped Dniewr, although it adopted vertical armor for space conservation, this was unavoidable.

Moreover, its firepower was quite decent for early tank equipment.

Thanks to being able to trade the Ukranian 57mm Grizzly howitzer for the 2-pounder (40mm) main gun used in the Britton United Kingdom, the most pressing issue of firepower was somehow resolved.

This is essentially the best cannon that could be obtained at this time, so it will certainly be sufficient against the Soviev Empire’s troops.

“What did you name it?”

“Debsen Tank.”

“What does that mean?”

“In the language of technicians from the Pry Free Democratic State, it means ‘Blood.’ I considered naming it ‘Tears of Blood,’ but that would make the name too long.”

I looked at the developer who was laughing as if half-mad.

Honestly, I couldn’t tell whether the meaning of the name referred to the blood that flowed from the eyes of the development team or the blood of the enemy that would be trampled in the future.

Well…

It’s not a bad name.

In fact, as I was practically the highest authority regarding the newly established armored division,

the moment I gave the OK, the team leader collapsed on the spot and fainted.

-Hahaha, looks like he’s relaxed now.

-Don’t worry, Colonel! He’s just sleeping!

At first, I was surprised, but after seeing the scene of subordinates carrying the unconscious developer on a stretcher, it felt like I was looking at my past self.

After all, I had been quite strained due to the multipurpose turret tank project. I should have given some performance bonuses more generously.

Thus, the prototype of the new Debsen Tank, which was soon to be adopted as standard equipment in Ukrania, was immediately moved to the northwest munitions plant bordering the Walter Tri-Countries.

The Dniewr infantry tank, also known as the light tank, along with the regular production process, is still being diligently produced.

Given the great interest shown by the Walter Tri-Countries, it can be expected to be quite useful until the war breaks out.

Since the most urgent armored force issue has been resolved, the next task is ‘infantry.’

Without having lunch, I headed straight for the General Staff headquarters in the capital, Kaieff.

There, I met Major General Joseph Lebandovsky, who, like me, had advanced to the rank of general since the last Quernen War and Kaieff coup.

Former commander of the 1st Rapid Deployment Special Forces Brigade of the Special Operations Command.

His ability had already been proven during the previous Quernen War and Kaieff coup, so his promotion to major general was almost a foregone conclusion.

“Why do you look like we haven’t seen each other in ages?”

“It’s been less than three months since the coup. It feels like almost a year has passed.”

“Time really flies.”

“I wish I had ten more bodies.”

Joseph chuckled at my words.

“You need to keep rolling forward. That’s the only way our homeland can survive, isn’t it?”

“I want to wrap things up quickly and retire.”

“I’ll work hard so that you can do that.”

“Colonel, Brigade Commander, it’s about time you head in.”

While chatting briefly with my old superior officer, Lieutenant Colonel Ivan approached and said one sentence.

A rare connection that had continued from the days when I was a fish with no knowledge, back when I was in the Northern Corps.

Currently, he is diligently working as a practical officer for the infantry strategy and tactics task force in our War Planning Department.

Back when he received an award, he saluted with vigor, but now, Ivan has become a caffeine addict like any other personnel in the War Planning Department.

Well, anyone would go mad in that position.

Infantry strategy is not an easy job. It’s much harder than it seems for a lieutenant colonel to handle alone.

Since infantry alone cannot launch an aggressive offensive, cooperation with other branches’ practical officers is essential.

Ian, who initially had plump skin like a field soldier, was getting older day by day.

“Let’s go in then.”

“Sure.”

I and Joseph followed Ian into the Army Headquarters conference room. The usual D-shaped table spread out before us, and we found ourselves growing tired of its familiarity.

“Finally, the main characters have arrived.”

The new infantry commander and former Southern Corps commander, who coordinated well during the Quernen War,

Major General Georgi Vasiliopoulos smiled at me.

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The deepest and highest-ranking institution of the Ukranian Army.

The meeting room of the Army Headquarters located in the capital, Kaieff, was truly splendid. Golden stars from four to one glinted under the lamp lights on their epaulettes.

Just like the weight of those epaulettes, everyone gathered here was a heavyweight in the Ukranian Army.

Excluding the absent Chief of Staff, there were Major General Georgi Vasiliopoulos, the commander of the infantry, artillery, and cavalry.

The commander of the Eastern Military District and two corps commanders under him. Lieutenant General Reitenhark, who is currently the commander of the capital and was formerly the commander of the Central Army Training Center.

Representing the Special Operations Command, there was also the sole airborne brigade in Ukrania, Major General Joseph Lebandovsky, commander of the 1st Rapid Deployment Special Forces Brigade.

Others were equally prominent figures with impressive careers and achievements.

However, they were not the focus of today’s meeting. They kept their mouths shut and focused their attention on the young officer standing right in front of them.

Major General Enok Revendale.

A national hero who appeared like a comet and restored the collapsing Ukrania, and alongside Sony Chepelin, he had become a symbol of the Army.

Even though their ranks might be far above his, no one could ignore him in this place.

That’s why these heavyweights attended the meeting.

This was the first briefing since Orlando I unofficially established the “War Department” under the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

“We will begin the first written report of the War Planning Department for the Continental Year 344. There are three main points for this report.”

As Major General Enok Revendale stepped forward and snapped his fingers, mana swirled in the air and formed a consistent shape.

In terms of the world he originally lived in, it resembled a holographic image.

Even before starting, some generals gasped in admiration.

“The first point is the development plan for the newly completed tanks and the improvement plan for the existing Dniewr tanks. If you look closely at the mirage in front of you…”

Enok Revendale smoothly continued his briefing.

Through the mana visualization showing the image of the Debsen Tank, the generals in the meeting room understood what he was saying without needing to ask any questions.

Next was the content about the next generation of infantry weapons for the army.

War planning is not simply about drawing tactical strategies. Before planning such strategies, it was necessary to strengthen and fully preserve the armed forces and equipment before deploying them into battle.

A plan that looks good but lacks preparation is nothing more than scribbled paper.

“Therefore, I request the supply of submachine guns and shotgun shells to the frontline soldiers of the Eastern Military District, especially the 2nd Corps, who will likely be the first to enter combat.”

“I understand that point clearly.”

The infantry commander nodded. As the commander of the Southern Corps, he had witnessed firsthand the soldiers, who were supposed to protect the nation and its people, crumbling before the invaders from Azoff due to poor equipment.

Moreover, the enemy that Ukrania will face in the future is not just a rebellion occupying an island, but the Soviev Empire, boasting a formidable military force.

Equipment for frontline soldiers should not be inadequate when facing such an empire.

“However, isn’t this all about technical reports? What about the most important part, the war plans?”

The cavalry commander raised his hand while listening quietly. He held traditional and conservative views and was, frankly speaking, one of the few in the Ukranian military who was not particularly friendly toward Enok Revendale’s reforms.

To replace cavalry with mechanized units?

What kind of nonsense is that?

He had even heard that the current tanks were primarily operated by magical soldiers, so it seemed more like a situation where the cavalry was replaced by magical soldiers.

Knowing this, Enok Revendale snapped his fingers again, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Tap!

Mana scattered with the sound.

Lieutenant Colonel Ivan, who had been standing close to the wall, quickly and accurately distributed several documents to those seated.

The documents had the title “[Outline of Soviev Spring Offensive Plan and Counterattack Strategy]” written in large letters.

“Spring Offensive Plan!?”

One of the generals exclaimed in surprise at the highly intuitive name, and voices began to murmur throughout the conference room.

Among them, Joseph Lebandovsky merely wore a look of inevitability, as if he had expected this.

After all, this was intelligence that his 1st Rapid Deployment Special Forces Brigade had directly acquired.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

Major General Enok Revendale spoke calmly to the generals who were in shock.

“Next spring, the Soviev Empire’s troops will invade Ukrania.”

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