Chapter 174 – A New Trafalgar
With great speed, we returned to our garrison headquarters, and immediately, we set out to study the situation. We did not know how much of an advantage the Republicans had, but in the midst of military logic, we were anticipating the worst, which was that it was a race against time. Just enough time to change, to put on the uniform again, before we focused on the huge problem that was now threatening to turn into a disaster.
When the members of our battalions arrived, still odd and annoyed by our decision, of course Tragen and Viktoriya took up their complaints and came to us, asking what was going on. And while Tanya was in full fury, I took them aside, and behind the closed door of my office, explained the situation to them.
The reaction I got was quite predictable.
"Those damned people!" growled Tragen angrily, banging the wall of the room hard. "So all that talk was just stalling for time? Were they just meditating to betray us again?!"
"But, sir, I don't understand," intervened Viktoriya incredulously, "for what reason do the Republicans still think they can win? Their army has been annihilated, and their own capital occupied by us!"
"Losing their capital is a serious blow to their prestige, but not a fatal one if at least part of their government has managed to get to safety!" replied Tragen, too angry to bother using common courtesy. "If their politicians have taken refuge in Africa, they can now proclaim themselves a government-in-exile and carry on the conflict either by rounding up all the survivors of their forces who have managed to get to safety or by recruiting new men. They can do this with impunity: the Republican Navy, unlike their land or air forces, is still relatively intact, they can therefore protect their coasts and give their government time to reorganize its armed forces and industrial production. The Empire's Navy, at the same time, cannot act because it has no units in useful positions: it will take time to move them, too much for it to disrupt the flow of civilians and soldiers to Africa. And they will have plenty of time to rebuild their army, and carry on this damn war!"
"And what's worse, they may not be alone." I intervened, taking advantage of a pause in Tragen's angry fury.
Viktoriya looked at me with big eyes full of fear. "What do you mean, Major?"
"The Empire is certainly not lacking in enemies, both overt and covert, who envy its strength and its position of growing dominance on the continent: in the west, the Allied Kingdom looks at us in anger, because it fears, rightly, that the Empire has all the resources and chances to take away its title as the dominant power of Europe and colonial power in Africa. In the east," and here I saw Viktoriya wince, just before my words confirmed her suspicions, "the Federation is already preparing to attack us, and conflict with it seems increasingly inevitable. Across the ocean, the Unified States are intimidated by us, and may help our enemies to compensate. No one of them would start a new war on such short notice, but if the war with the Republic is prolonged beyond what we thought, it could be the perfect opportunity for any of them to get on... the side of our enemies."
On Viktoriya's face, I saw copious tears falling from her eyes, as an expression of hatred and disgust appeared on her features. "Those subhumans... the Federation took everything from us... and now they come for the Empire too? In order to defeat us, will the Republic agree to ally with... them?"
"In order to defeat the Empire, the Republic would sell the souls of all its citizens and every last genealogy of its own blood to the Devil," I replied quickly, "What is the difference, to ally with the Federation?"
"Sir," Tragen intervened. The anger was gone, but his determination and willpower still burned in his eyes-I could have ordered him to charge against the entire Republican fleet, and he would have obeyed me, "what do we do to prevent this...disaster?"
"Major Degurechaff is already getting in touch with the technology department: given the approximate distance, the use of V1s is necessary and obligatory. Once we get permission to proceed from the command, we will attack the Republicans' naval force with all its passengers, and sink it. We already know that several key people are on board: if we destroy it and such people do not make it to Africa, we have good hopes of forcing them to capitulate."
"Sir, can we inform the men?"
"Absolutely: tell them to prepare for an emergency operation, to check their weapons and equipment, and to prepare psychologically to ride in a rocket again."
"Sir, if I may," said Viktoriya in a voice in turn full of determination, "we will need high-explosive rounds, and incendiary bombs."
"Take everything we need-if they are not in our warehouse, borrow them from other garrisons in the area or steal them!"
"Yes, sir!" the two nodded, rushing out while I searched for Tanya.
It was not difficult to find her.
"...I must emphasize that we cannot afford to wait any longer!" shouted Tanya loudly, to the man in the black uniform and fish-faced man in front of her. "If you would let me finish..."
"What's going on?" asked I, struggling to comprehend the situation.
"Frederick!" said Tanya, turning a comforting glance at me, as if I were the desperately awaited reinforcements in a battle.
"Major König!" said the other man, with a look full of spite. If I had to judge, I would have said I certainly wasn't sympathetic to this guy.
"What's going on?"
"Please, sir!" she said, without answering. "You don't even need to send both of our units: just send mine, or Major König's! Whatever it costs, no matter the casualties, send us on the attack!"
"Major Degurechaff, calm down." replied the man, who I realized at that moment from the insignia was a general. "It is not like you to get emotional. And Major König, I must emphasize the fact that no matter the situation or the reason, it is not a good reason not to salute one's, rank majors."
"The Republicans are preparing to leave their own country, and take all their remaining forces overseas that they will use in the counterattack! If we let them escape, let them regroup on African soil without stopping them, the Empire's victory is in danger!"
"The Republic is already defeated, and so is their fleet." he replied. "what you propose to do will have no other result than to break the armistice currently in force and further wear down our already tried military strength."
"The armistice you mention is not yet in effect, sir," Tanya replied in exasperation, "and even if it is, it is only a temporary situation. The war is not over yet!"
"Degurechaff is right, sir!" interjected I. "The Republicans have given us no guarantee of their surrender let alone peace, except by vague verbal promises, of no real value, There is nothing to prevent them from going back on their word, especially since there will be no consequences for them. They have everything to gain by betraying us, and they have done so before. Several times."
The general looked at us with a tired, disillusioned look. I did not know what he meant, but I had a hunch it was not a positive sign.
"Please let us go! Me or König, you choose, but let us go! This is our chance: this short time will determine whether the Empire will have a grand victory... or whether the war will continue."
"Major, get it over with!" intervened the general. "My decision does not change: the answer is no. I have no intention of harming the negotiations by paying attention to your paranoia. Both of your magic battalions will remain at the base and will await instructions until further notice. And now, if you will excuse me..."
The general left, without even revealing his name to me, but leaving behind the bitter taste of defeat. His fish eyes had not been able to see what we had compressed, and without even realizing it, he had condemned the Empire to a prolongation of hostilities.
"It's over..." I heard Tanya slump to the ground, the emotions she had suppressed for so long flowing through her for the first time with the fury of a raging river. "Disobeying a general's order would land us all in front of a firing squad, no matter the outcome or motivation. We lost... the chance to end the war..."
I felt bad too, but I managed to stay on my feet: the general's order had a foothold, and I was going to make the most of it.
With strides, I headed back to my office, locked the door, barred the windows, and prepared myself psychologically. The general had ordered us not to attack directly, but he had not said that we could not ask someone else to do it for us.
And I knew the right person for this assignment.
It's now or never brat, I thought with anger and sadness, you have a card that can turn the situation around. Use it.
I clenched my fist.
Use it.
My mouth was salivating
USE IT!
In the abnormal silence of the room, my mouth moved, and I spoke the words that no man was supposed to know. The Dark Sentence.
It did not take long. I could already feel his presence as I spoke those words, I could hear his laughter in my ears. I could not see him, but I already knew that he was there with me.
Until he made himself visible.
"Frederick," said General War with a mocking grin, like the ancient reaper of death in those old medieval prints. "My boy, my precious pawn, my tireless henchman. You called me: here I am."
"Spare me the Mephistopheles routine, please," said I. "I did not want to see you hear you recite lines from a theater."
"I know perfectly well, and I also know that you summoned me for something big," he replied, his fleshless smile as pale and frightening as ever. "You uttered the black phrase, composed of the words that I alone gave you so long ago, when we first met. It's a favor that can only be asked once in a lifetime, so if you used it... surely you want to ask me for something not unimportant."
"I do." I replied, turning my back on him. "Do you remember what you told me when you granted me such a gift? That with it I could ask you to kill a high-ranking enemy general, or to sink an enemy fleet? I need one of the two."
"You want me to kill a general...?"
"I want you to sink a fleet."
A sordid laugh, the sound of which resonated with blasphemy, erupted from his mouth, the empty orbs of his skull staring back at me. I could hear the amusement resonating through him.
"This is a wedding invitation, boy: before Being X imprisoned me, sinking enemy fleets in exchange for favors was one of my favorite pastimes."
"Any particular case of the world we come from?"
"Well, there was the time I had a drinking contest with Sir Francis Drake and-"
"I don't believe it: you are responsible for the destruction of the Invincible Armada?"
"No, that was still Francis Drake. I just contributed a big storm. Of course, I had more fun sinking the fleets of the Mongols who wanted to invade Japan..."
"I get it. And have you ever sunk a modern fleet, of ships made of steel, with propellers and engines?"
"No." he admitted. "But there's always a first time.
"Mind you, it has to be massive destruction: I want you to make sure that certain high-ranking people, who I believe would cause enormous damage to the Empire, if they get there..."
"Are you talking about De Lugo and all his associates? Nothing to worry about, all resolved. Just remember, just as every grain of sand can determine the desert, so every drop of blood will have its own consequences."
"What do you mean?" I said alarmed.
But it was late now: finished listening to me, the general had disappeared, presumably to fulfill the favor I had asked. I was again, unanswered by the question that gripped my mind.
"The next time I see you, I will demand a clear and concise answer: I am tired of riddles and philosophies."
As the minutes dragged slowly on the clock, I became more and more nervous and irritable, so much so that it was difficult to maintain my façade of outward kindness and reasonableness: getting angry with them appeared as natural, almost even therapeutic, but I had to completely hide my anger and keep it inside. If I undermined my relationship with subordinates, the advantage I had over Tanya could have been dissolved within minutes.
"Sir," quipped a passing Imperial wizard, fear on his face, "is this all true?"
"If you are referring to the not remote probability that the Republicans are using the armistice to transfer their forces to African soil and organize an all-out resistance against us, yes it is all true. But letting ourselves panic doesn't help us."
"Sir, the Republicans want to deceive us! Why don't we attack them?"
"There is nothing we can do: Major Degurechaff and I have tried to convince them. Unfortunately... the officer we're referring to at the moment believes that even taking precautionary measures could jeopardize the armistice, and he has ordered us not to attack."
"Reconnaissance flights?"
"Those, too, prohibited. The army has sent some reconnaissance planes, but even so, they don't have enough firepower to stop the entire fleet."
"So, we can't do anything but stand by and watch. Now I understand why Major Degurechaff is so down."
That sentence captured my interest. "Degurechaff... is she okay?"
"The Major has never been a particularly sunny and positive person, but today, she seems to have reached a new level: she's locked in her office, and she doesn't want to see anyone. Just now, one of us went to her to ask her for orders, and she threatened to have him shot..."
I huffed. "All right. I guess I'll have to go and make sure she doesn't do anything crazy."
"We would be very grateful, sir..." he replied, clearly happy that he was not going to have to face her… again.
I smiled, but it was a smile empty of happiness, while I walked toward the door that separated everyone else from Tanya's office. As soon as I saw it, I realized I was not alone: a couple of low-level officers, and Viktoriya, were standing still around the door, waiting, hoping for a miracle.
Then call me Miracle Kid, boys, because it is me. I thought with irony.
"Major!" Viktoriya said, and everyone hurried and saluted me as I approached. "Is there anything we can do?"
"Not for now," I replied. "I do believe Major Degurechaff… needs some empathy from an old childhood friend. I am going in: if you have no news of me in the next twenty minutes, send all the fight-able men inside to neutralize Major Degurechaff and the condolences to our orphanage for my sudden departure. Until then, do NOT disturb us, for any reason!"
"Sir, but… what if we receive urgent orders from Strategic Headquarters, to be checked immediately?"
"That is the only reason you can have to enter without permission!" I hurried. "Everything else, it can wait!"
The men nodded, so I opened the door, and quickly, got inside. Once I was behind the door, I realized my chance of surviving was quite slim.
Tanya laid on the ground, sitting, her own Silver Wing medal a few meters from her (she probably had unpinned and launched it away, in her rage). Her eyes leaking with tears. Tears, full of rage, humiliation, and fury.
"Frederick," she said once she realized I was there. "What are you doing here? Did my men send you in the hope to calm me down?"
"I came here on my own, Tanya," I replied. "And I am here because I suspect you quite… angry now…"
"Angry? ANGRY?!" she yelled at me, her eyes filled with hate. "Do you realize what happened? It is over! The Strategic Headquarters did not give us clearance to attack the Republican fleet, and if those ships reach Africa…we lost. We lost the chance to put an end to this war!"
Not yet, Tanya, not yet. I replied in my mind.
Almost not even on purpose, the office door opened again and a communications officer rushed in, transfixed.
"Major Degurechaff, Major Konig. It's... it's"
"Didn't I say not to come in unless it was a serious reason?" said I in an angry tone.
"Sir, it's urgent news, straight from our long-range reconnaissance planes: the Republican fleet heading for Africa..."
"What happened?" asked Tanya with a pained note.
"...it was destroyed!" he replied.
Tanya opened his eyes wide, and with him the soldiers and mages waiting outside the door. Only I did not feel surprise, because I could not.
"Destroyed? What do you mean?"
"Completely annihilated. We don't have all the details yet, but it seems that while transiting, the entire fleet of Republicans was suddenly caught in a gigantic and sudden storm: the smaller ships only were swept away and capsized, the larger ships crashed into each other...there are no survivors, at least at first glance."
"But, what could have caused such an event? Such a phenomenon cannot be natural, right?"
"Pilots who witnessed it confirmed that the storm had a strong magical component, and instruments reported severe dissonance at multiple times. All they can confirm is that not a single one of the Republican ships survived: even General de Lugo, all the highest Republican Army and Navy officers on board, and many important officials are believed to be dead, at least for now."
In my ears, General War's choked laughter rang out even louder and more victorious than ever before...