bestfiction Chapter 510 Bringing Victory Back to the People
Chapter 510 Bringing Victory Back to the People
Pine Valley Sanatorium, central mountainous region of Ursus.
A high-class sanatorium built in the mountains outside a mobile city. The sanatorium primarily serves high-ranking officers with old, incurable wounds from the war, as well as some military nobles sentenced to long prison terms but unable to serve their sentences due to health reasons.
A SUV without any identification markings slowly drove into the sanatorium's parking lot, guided by the guards.
A resolute and capable-looking man from Ursus stepped out of the back of the SUV, carrying a black briefcase. The eagle insignia symbolizing Ursus on the shoulder patches of his dark green military uniform gleamed in the sunlight.
The Ursus man instructed the driver to wait where he was, then strode toward the nearby sanatorium building, carrying his briefcase.
Due to an assassination attempt on the Grand Duke by a maid more than a decade ago, security measures at the sanatorium have become extremely stringent and complex. Every visitor must undergo a thorough check before entering the core area of the sanatorium.
Even though the Ursus man was a familiar face who visited regularly every year, and was also a high-ranking military officer, the security personnel still demanded that he open his briefcase and stand with his arms outstretched in a designated position for inspection.
As the suitcase was slowly opened, a neat and clean old military uniform came into view. The rank of army group marshal on the shoulder insignia and the countless honorary badges on the chest made the security personnel feel a sense of awe and silently give a standard military salute.
After passing through a thorough security check, the Ursus man navigated the courtyard and forest paths with practiced ease, eventually stopping in front of a small cabin by a lake.
In the small garden enclosed by cedar stakes, there is a recliner and a wooden table. A frail old man is covered with a thick blanket, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the sun shining on him.
The noise from the Ursus man pushing open the gate startled the old man in the recliner, whose cloudy eyes turned toward the direction from which the sound came.
“We meet again, Colonel Paul. If my memory serves me right, it seems there are still three months until the next visit.” The old man sat up, leaning on the armrest, his gaze falling on the black briefcase the Ursus man was carrying, wondering what was inside.
“Unless there are special circumstances… that is indeed the case, Marshal Rokossovsky.” The Ursus man, known as Colonel Paul, knelt respectfully before the old man.
“You know I don’t have the habit of reading newspapers. Tell me what big things have happened outside, son.” The old man stretched out his withered right hand and gently patted Colonel Paul’s shoulder.
“Okay.” The Ursus man straightened his back and recounted in detail the major events that had recently occurred in Ursus.
The Far North Incident, the Fourth Army's standoff with the Imperial Diet outside Saint-Jewelburg, the war preparations of army groups across the country, the escalating workers' and students' movements throughout the nation, and the depletion of the Empire's most important mines.
"The current situation is far more serious than it was on the eve of that rebellion... Has His Majesty and Speaker Witt prepared any countermeasures?" After listening to the Ursus man's account, the old man narrowed his eyes, his solemn expression evident.
"Preparations began the day His Majesty appointed Speaker Witt as Speaker of the Imperial Council. However, some unexpected events have occurred, forcing us to accelerate the plan."
"So, I'm also part of His Majesty's plan?"
“Just as you expected.” The Ursus man placed the briefcase on his bent knees and opened it. Looking at the familiar military uniform inside, a look of nostalgia appeared in the old man’s eyes. His dry, rough hands gently stroked the gleaming badge.
“Child, tell me the truth, for whom does His Majesty require me to fight this time?” The old man raised his eyelids to meet the Ursus man’s gaze, his tone utterly calm.
"The people! The people of Ursus need us! We must bring them victory!" The Ursus man's answer was resounding, his eyes unwavering, as he picked up the briefcase with both hands.
"Alright, let this old body of mine make some more insignificant contributions for His Majesty."