Conquer Europe from the West

Chapter 2: Damn, this MOD is poisonous!
What comes into view is an extremely standard Paradox map screen.

The only difference is that all the system options have now disappeared, and all Ryan can see is a small area called the [Imperial Army 502nd Battalion Camp].

There is no doubt that this must be the name of the camp where Ryan is currently located.

And the Imperial Army in front...

"Fuck, isn't this the damn MOD I played?"

Ryan understood everything immediately.

He had traveled into the game he was playing.

More importantly, he did not travel to the original EU4, but to the EU that he had installed a lot of strange MODs on.

They are World War I MOD, Heroic Scenario MOD, and an Extreme Difficulty MOD.

There is no need to talk about the World War I MOD, the focus is on the heroic script and extreme difficulty MOD.

The Hero Script MOD will allow players to switch from their original God's perspective to a specific heroic role.

Ryan registered the character using his own name, so he didn't discover it at first.

The extreme difficulty MOD is added to match the heroic scenario MOD.

This will give the character a random identity and allow the player to start from scratch as an individual and conquer the world.

Ryan originally thought that by installing the MOD, he could experience the same gameplay as Warcraft.

But he didn't expect that he would be thrown directly into the world of the game by the words "Germany starts"!
"Damn, this MOD is poisonous!"

Ryan gritted his teeth, but now he could only swallow his anger.

His gaze returned to the map.

Ryan wanted to zoom out so he could see the whole picture.

but failed.

Helpless, I can only confirm the information first.

The picture changes.

A lot of blue dots immediately appeared on the map representing the 502nd Battalion camp. When I counted them carefully, there were about thirty of them, including myself.

But they are all scattered in various areas, and almost all are near the exit of the camp.

Every few seconds, accompanied by the sound of gunfire in the distance, one or two of these small dots would disappear.

Obviously, their luck was not as good as Ryan's.

And what the female lieutenant said was also true - those guys who were caught were no different from being dead.

And in the entire map, there is only one location where ten blue dots gather.

No need to think, this is where Ryan is.

On the side, Ryan could see everyone's name and rank.

But apart from himself, the highest-ranking officer was Lieutenant Mia von Brinkmann.

"Huo, a noble? A military officer, was he assigned to the army?"

But Ryan remembered not seeing the word VON on her name tag.

Maybe it’s because of special requirements.

After all, it is difficult for nobles to integrate with the grassroots in the army. Combined with the fact that Lieutenant Brinkman also said that the remaining people were her subordinates, it is likely that this decision was made with this in mind.

Look at other units.

The images show them all as infantry, including six non-commissioned officers and two privates.

They were divided into two groups, each with four people, three non-commissioned officers and one private.

Lieutenant Brinkmann, the commander, was alone.

It fits his identity as an officer and is also related to his aristocratic origin.

Turn your eyes.

Corresponding to the friendly list is a three-column red list of enemy forces.

The Voisin.III reconnaissance aircraft just now was prominently listed, occupying a column of its own.

Ah, that's okay.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly drew it back.

"Fuck you, half a squadron?"

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Two teams, totaling about 130 soldiers, were crammed into two long and narrow lists.

They are French...

Pooh!
Based on Farlan's organization, with individuals as the smallest unit, they were divided into eight teams, totaling four [half-organized platoons].

In layman's terms, it's about the size of half an infantry company.

These more than one hundred people are currently gathered in the northwest corner of the camp, about one kilometer away from Ryan's location.

An awkward distance, Ryan thought.

He pursed his lips and his face turned blue.

Because the system has clearly calculated the time it takes to encounter the enemy - fifteen minutes.

In other words, if Ryan does not move his position now, they will encounter the enemy's vanguard in fifteen minutes at most.

And if they can hold out for thirty minutes...

What Ryan would have to face was a full 130 enemy troops, which was thirteen times the number of their current troops!
On the other hand, Ryan.

There were ten soldiers, two of whom did not have guns.

No matter how you look at it, this force is not enough to fight against the Farlan troops.

If the other side was well-trained, Ryan and these nine good soldiers would probably be defeated as soon as they met.

At present, the only advantage Ryan and his team have may be that they are very familiar with this camp.

The Farlan troops advanced very slowly, mainly because they were checking each building one by one.

But even so, Ryan doesn't have much time left.

Have to leave immediately.

Ryan made a decision immediately.

A thought.

Ryan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he found himself back in that cramped alley. "Hey, I told you he must have been stunned by the bombardment just now. Look at him, look..."

A private's voice came into my ears, and along with it, a dirty hand kept shaking in front of my eyes.

Ryan immediately glanced at the owner of the dirty hands.

This scared the private so much that he almost lost his courage.

Ryan saw his face turn ashen in an instant, and his still dangling hands were immediately retracted. His body immediately assumed an extremely standard standing position, and his mouth was closed so tightly that not even a crack could be seen.

And Ryan also saw his own reflection in the private's glasses.

There is no change in the face except that the skin has become whiter.

His hair was still black, or dark brown, and his eyes were unchanged.

The only thing is that his expression is very ferocious.

The private was probably frightened by his own expression.

Without saying a word, Ryan reached out and rubbed his face hard several times.

When he felt that his expression had finally relaxed, Ryan raised his head and looked at the surviving soldiers in front of him.

After a few minutes of buffering, he has recovered some of his vague memories.

Ryan himself is a lieutenant officer in the Fifth Military District of the Empire, which is also the military district where the camp of the 502 Border Defense Battalion is located.

A few days ago, he was assigned to the 502 Border Defense Battalion by the Fifth Military Region's General Staff and will be taking the graduation course assessment of the General Officer School as a trainee commander.

But before he could be assigned to the troops, the country next door to the empire, Farlan, launched a surprise attack in the middle of the night.

They issued a declaration of war at midnight, and just three seconds later, the bombs dropped by bombers fell on the territory of the empire.

The empire, which was mainly based on the Continental Army, had almost no ability to resist, so that the entire southwestern border defense system fell into chaos.

As for Ryan himself.

He still couldn't quite remember how he ended up sleeping on the street.

Maybe he was blown away by artillery or bomb and fainted.

When he thought of this, Ryan couldn't help but feel a little scared.

After all, I almost died.

But fortunately he didn't really die.

Ryan immediately turned his head to look at the street outside and found that the Vosin III was still circling in the sky, as if it would not give up until it found him.

He turned his gaze back to the young female lieutenant.

In Ryan's memory, if nothing unexpected happened, he would be appointed as the company commander of the infantry company where this female second lieutenant was located today.

The other party actually knew this, so he immediately got into the state.

"Lieutenant Brinkman," Ryan coughed twice to make his speech more comfortable, "From now on, I will take charge of you and your soldiers as a lieutenant."

He paused, and after confirming that no one had any objections, he continued, "But before that, I want to confirm whether you have tried to contact the rear headquarters and request assistance."

"We've tried it!" The female lieutenant nodded immediately.

Brinkman: "We contacted headquarters by radio an hour ago, but they asked us to fight hard because they simply cannot spare so many people to support us at the moment."

"Moreover, the headquarters also believes that because the Farlans launched their attack from north to south, they will definitely deploy their troops to the northernmost border of the empire, rather than to our south."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and she no longer looked like an imperial soldier.

The meaning of the words is also very clear.

The rear headquarters did not think that the number of Farlan troops here was large. They judged that Farlan would launch a general offensive in the north, so they transferred the main force to the northern border.

The morale of the other soldiers was also almost at its lowest point. If this was a game, Ryan had no hesitation in suspecting that this unit would surrender soon.

But he also remembered some things indirectly.

The empire is different from other countries.

As a country with vast plains and an empire that uses continental army thinking as its main military strategy, it is basically in a state of being surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Therefore, unlike those countries that use natural terrain to build defense lines, the empire can only choose to deploy a large number of troops on the border line and provide time for the rear troops to mobilize through the tactic of exchanging space for time.

These mobilized forces would far outnumber the enemy in the target theater.

They would be directly deployed to the front line and repel the enemy with overwhelming superiority. Then they would be pulled to another front line by the railway to defend the empire's territory by defeating them one by one.

The Imperial Army called this the interior line strategy, a national defense strategy that involved trapping the enemy in prepared salients within the borders and defeating them one by one using a method of encircling them.

Germany on Earth used the same strategy.

But the problem is.

Once this strategy is adopted, the imperial army on some fronts will inevitably face the risk of annihilation.

Ryan doesn't want to die for this shitty empire.

I have to escape, he thought.

But how to escape is a problem.

From the map just now, Ryan could confirm that the number of enemies was more than ten times his own.

They occupied the only exit of the entire camp and were now working in squads to clean up the entire camp at an extremely fast speed.

This is not good news.

Because Ryan could still see that these damn French - Irish guys had occupied the camp headquarters.

The dead and living imperial soldiers were being dragged to the camp gate one by one.

It looked as if they had already mastered almost all the personnel information and were ready to completely clear out the camp and use it for their own purposes.

Suddenly, Ryan discovered something.

Divert for personal use?

"Damn it! Their main force is planning to attack from the south!"

Ryan was immediately shocked by his own idea, because it was almost exactly the same as the French Plan No. 17 in World War I!
This attracted the attention of Brinkman and other soldiers.

"What do you mean?" The female lieutenant grabbed Ryan's collar, but immediately remembered their identities and quickly let go.

Ryan was nearly side-combed by her attack. He coughed violently several times before explaining, based on his understanding of World War I, "The Farlanes' goal isn't a full-scale attack. They'll attack from the north to confuse us."

"They've zeroed in on the Empire's internal strategy, certain that the Empire will send its main force to the north, where it will be attacked first. This way, the Farlans can rush into the Empire from the undefended south!"

"The headquarters has been fooled by the Farlans. We are the main battlefield here!"

(End of this chapter)