Do Your Own Revolution-Chapter 135

#135

Huff- huff-

The hands of the new recruit wearing a gas mask trembled.

The weight of the fuel tank strapped to his back, filled to the brim.

The flamethrower in his hands.

Deployed for just a week, he had been assigned to the task of burning the corpses of his fallen comrades.

“New recruit. You alright?”

“Y-yes, yes! I’m fine…!”

“Then relax your shoulders. There aren’t many monsters left inside the village.”

The one patting the recruit’s shoulder was a soldier carrying a light machine gun on his back.

“Speaking of which, poison gas? Those Republic bastards. Have they completely lost their minds? This violates the laws of war!”

“After their capital was destroyed, you think those bastards care about anything? They’ll use whatever means necessary.”

“Those fucking bastards…”

“Shh!”

The soldiers’ idle chatter didn’t last long.

The platoon leader at the front, surveying the village, raised his fist toward the soldiers.

“I hear voices. Someone other than us has entered the village.”

“…!”

At the platoon leader’s words, the soldiers’ expressions hardened as they gripped their weapons.

They were the only ones assigned to the village incineration duty.

If there were other personnel inside, they had to be enemy forces.

“Platoon leader, over there!”

While taking cover and observing the village, one private extended his hand to point at a specific location.

A mountain of corpses piled in the village center.

Quite some time seemed to have passed since they were set ablaze, as the bodies had already turned into black ashes.

‘Processing and incinerating the infected… This isn’t amateur work.’

That thought didn’t last long.

As they saw a group of people walking out of those flames, the soldiers held their breath and waited for the platoon leader’s signal.

One. Two. Three. Now!

Swoosh-!

As the platoon leader rose, they uniformly aimed their weapons at the enemy, and…

“…Huh?”

“Uh, what?”

What they were aiming at were Special Magical Power Unit officers who looked like beggars, burning corpses.

“Ah, friendlies! We’re friendlies! Friendly forces!”

“What… what’s with these guys?”

“Are they stragglers?”

“Those uniforms look like Special Magical Power Unit, but their condition…”

While they were bewildered by those cheering at the sight of them, a young man trudged out from among the disheveled Special Magical Power Unit officers. ŕÀℕŏ฿ÈŚ

A face too young to be an officer.

A black-haired youth with sharp features.

And the stars on his military cap.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers immediately recognized who he was.

The young officer who frequently appeared on Kalhyram Army recruitment posters.

The Empire’s hero, Eugene Lorentz.

“B-Brigadier General Eugene Lorentz?!”

“It’s really him. He really survived Viselgrad!”

Now it was the Kalhyram Army soldiers who were cheering.

The forces deployed for the capital assault had gone missing after the massive explosion in Viselgrad.

To confirm survivors, to confirm that the Empire’s hero was alive in such circumstances!

“This isn’t the time! Quickly, we need to report to high command…!”

“Wait. Before that.”

Thump.

The commotion didn’t last long.

Eugene, wearing an unprecedented serious expression, grabbed both shoulders of the platoon leader.

“L-Lieutenant! Gaian Bell…!”

“Yes, yes. Lieutenant Gaian. Just in case…”

The Empire’s hero, who had driven an iron stake into the enemy’s heart, was grabbing his shoulders!

In this dreamlike situation, Eugene asked in a serious voice:

“Combat rations. Got any extras?”

“…Pardon?”

“No, no need to answer. It’s fine. We’ll handle everything.”

After saying this, Eugene turned to look at his subordinates with gleaming eyes.

“Strip them.”

With those words, the Special Magical Power Unit members, eyes flashing like beasts, lunged at the reconnaissance team.

“KYAAAAAAH–!”

“Huh?! What?! No, what are you doing?!”

“Shut up and just hand over your gear! We’ve been eating nothing but Republic bricks for two weeks, dammit!”

“You can get supplies when you return to base! It’s not even five minutes to the garrison…! Hey hey! They’re using magic, they’re using magic!”

“No, please, sir! That’s from my girlfriend, she sent it for me to…”

“What?! Girlfriend?! Hey! Grab that bastard! Take everything!”

After the Viselgrad explosion, the first thing the high-ranking Special Magical Power Unit mages did upon returning to their unit after two weeks was to plunder their allies’ combat rations.

***

Eastern Westraine. Kalhyram Army Central Front Base

At this massive temporary factory, established as the central stronghold of the Central Army Group, maintenance of armored trains that had rushed from the homeland was in full swing.

“A little more to the left! That’s it!”

“Car 39 maintenance complete! Send it straight to the front!”

Workers were lifting the car bodies, adjusting the spacing between the wheels.

While blankly watching this scene, a familiar voice came from behind.

“The Republic’s rail gauge differs from that of the Empire. Therefore, to operate on Republic railways, we need to modify the specifications of armored trains airlifted from the Empire.”

“Ohh.”

“Most Imperial armored trains are designed to allow for variable gauge, and this front base serves as an intermediate point for that modification work.”

As soon as the words ended, I turned around.

A sly smile and five stars on the military cap.

It was Keiren.

“Try going missing one more time. I’ll personally point a pistol at your face.”

“Isn’t that too harsh for someone who nearly died?”

“It was just the other day I was worried about my daughter becoming a widow. Be grateful this is all you’re getting.”

Using Mari as an excuse, how cowardly.

At a loss for words, I slightly turned my gaze and asked him.

“What brings the Kalhyram Army Marshal all the way here?”

“As you can see, front line inspection. Since this will be the main base for the Republic invasion, I need to see it with my own eyes at least once.”

I’ll have to go straight to the southern garrison after staying here for about half a day, he added.

Keiren’s face was full of fatigue.

‘This man must be busy without a moment’s rest.’

It made sense.

Keiren was currently the supreme commander controlling three army groups.

With over a million Kalhyram Army troops to command, even several bodies wouldn’t be enough.

“How’s the war situation?”

“Just as you know. Couldn’t be more smooth, couldn’t be more horrific.”

After saying this, Keiren naturally extended his hand toward me.

“…Does a Marshal need to borrow cigarettes?”

“I’m borrowing from my son-in-law and son.”

Can’t argue with that.

Without protest, I handed him one, and after lighting it, Keiren spoke while watching the frontline base soldiers.

“The Republic’s capital fell just two weeks after the war began. With the center of Republic rail transport literally obliterated… The supply network for Republic forces deployed in the border region has completely collapsed.”

An economy ruined by massive war reparations.

War breaking out before they could recover from that, and the resulting damage.

The unified Empire was overwhelming the Republic, and the Republic was crumbling rapidly.

“Normally, they should have declared surrender and attempted post-war negotiations by now. However…”

Rather than explaining further, it would be better to hear it directly.

Instead of saying more, Keiren turned on the radio switch built into his pocket watch.

“Marshal. This is…”

“This is the state funeral speech of Republic Marshal Georgi Kalinin, the man you killed.”

What flowed out was the enemy’s voice.

And along with it, the roar of countless masses.

– …Therefore, the vicious wolves of the Kalhyram Empire look at us and say.

– That our people of Westraine fear them.

– That the Republic will submit to the hands of the demons they command!

– Oooh-!

– People of the Republic! Is this truly so?! Do you think those inferior livestock who still haven’t escaped the shadow of monarchy can break the proud flag of our Republic?!

– Oooh–!

Murmuring noise.

Ecstatic voices.

Calming these voices, Secretary General Vladimir continued in a solemn voice.

– Revolutionary comrades of Westraine! The Republic now faces an unprecedented crisis.

– The enemy fabricates non-existent charges to justify their war and has started a war without cause!

-Our territory is being violated, and the blood of our youth and children flows meaninglessly!

– So let us fight.

– Let us fight together and show them who we are.

– Let us drive out the evil hands of the Empire and bring true revolution to this continent!

After saying this, the Secretary General raised his voice and shouted to the crowd.

– For the revolution! For the Republic!

– Waaaaa—!

The desperate chanting of Westraine’s slogan.

For the Republic.

For the Republic.

Listening to those cheers coming through the radio, Keiren continued speaking impassively.

“The army groups, split into three, crushed 100 divisions over two weeks.”

“100 divisions…”

“In terms of simple numbers, it means we destroyed over 400,000 enemy troops in just two weeks.”

It was an impressive military achievement, but Keiren’s expression as he exhaled cigarette smoke wasn’t very comfortable.

“However, currently there are about 200 Republic Army divisions facing Kalhyram. Information suggests they’re conscripting not only those below recruitment age but even child soldiers.”

“Huh.”

“And these conscripted Republic Army soldiers… are using chemical and biological weapons indiscriminately on all fronts.”

“…”

“The Westraine Republic…”

Trailing off briefly.

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With a short sigh, Keiren continued:

“Secretary General Brezhnev is now… selling the country’s future to win this war.”

Would you rather lose the war? Or let the country perish?

A binary choice where either path leads only to destruction.

And the Secretary General chose, without hesitation, the path of national destruction.

Why?

I don’t know.

An inferiority complex from failing to awaken magical power?

Hatred toward the Empire?

Obsession with power?

Even in the original game, there were countless speculations about this, but none of them fully explained the Secretary General’s self-destructive behavior.

I only know one thing for certain.

His numerous atrocities in the original work.

‘But this… is exactly the opposite situation from the original.’

I recalled the early parts of [Revolution Empire] 2.

The protagonist and companions hiding in the Republic, fleeing from magic nobles’ pursuit.

They receive a request from Republic Marshal Kalinin and infiltrate Western Westraine.

The Secretary General Vladimir’s personal laboratory.

And what they saw there…

[What… is all this?]

[Turning humans… into monsters?]

[This crazy bastard! After embezzling the Republic’s resources, he was doing this insane thing behind everyone’s back?!]

Numerous test tubes containing experimental subjects and humans.

The Revolutionary Army raging at the sight, and even Petrenko who had temporarily joined the party.

In the end, the Revolutionary Army destroys the laboratory, and Petrenko secures confidential documents and the Secretary General’s orders.

And with the numerous pieces of evidence thus obtained, his father Kalinin manages to oust the Secretary General.

The era of the dictator ends, and a true republic for the people is born.

‘But now, Marshal Kalinin who should have transformed the Republic is dead.’

With Kalinin, the brake system, gone, the Secretary General’s madness continues to run wild unchecked.

Any hope of armistice vanishes, leaving only war.

Until the western continent occupied by the Republic burns to nothing.

And at the end of that war.

On the ashes of everything burned away.

The Empire will find peace.

“Marshal.”

A staff officer with lieutenant colonel rank approached Keiren and whispered.

“Information from the Southern Army Group. This is…”

Keiren’s face slowly hardened.

Wondering what was happening, I tilted my head, and Keiren showed me a photo handed over by the staff officer.

A blurry photo taken in haste.

It showed a battlefield scene.

Flames and smoke. Screams and corpses.

And walking against that backdrop…

A giant?

“Eugene. As soon as you recover, head to the southern front.”

As my expression turned strange looking at the photo.

Keiren, wearing a serious expression, said to me.

“The real war has only just begun.”

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