Iron Cross Fire

With the collapse of many aspects on the battlefield, Borojevic had to retreat to save his army. He established a new headquarters in Sanok on the west bank of the San River. This time he came to Krakow, which is further west, specifically for Kust.

Kust performed very well on the battlefield where the whole line collapsed, but his gambling-style command made Borojevic dissatisfied. If that division was still commanded by Kust, one day both the people and the army might be gone. But he didn't know that Kust had changed someone.

Borojevic was not idle in Krakow that day, and was still busy dealing with internal problems in the army. Until Kust arrived, he was still using the phone to command the front-line generals to fight.

After glancing at Kust, he said a few perfunctory words to the person on the phone and hung up. He turned around and said:

"General Kuster, I was very happy to learn about your victory on the front line. But I also know that you suffered a serious hand injury on the battlefield, so I applied to the Empire for two medals for you - the Knight Leopold Medal and the Second Class Iron Crown Medal. The Empire agreed to this request and will award it to you tomorrow. This is a good thing, my friend, don't be too sad."

Seeing that Kuster was still silent, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Your actions in the past two days have attracted the attention of the Russians, and you killed a Russian nobleman. They tried their best to find out your background and let people discredit you. Your reputation is very bad now, so you'd better go and heal your wounds. Don't worry about having no work to do. I have recommended you to the top leaders to study weapons and equipment and new tactical theories."

When Kuster heard "study weapons and equipment", his originally dim eyes suddenly brightened. Seeing him like this, Borojevic also relaxed and took out a considerable amount of money from his pocket and stuffed it into Kuster's hand:

"This money is for you, just consider it as my compensation to you."

Kust stared at the money and clenched it, but felt that it was not good, so he never took it back.

Borojevic couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this, and pushed his hand back:

"Hahaha, don't worry, take it, I know you are from a commoner family, and you can't do research without some capital."

Kust stuffed the money into his coat, thanked him and walked out the door.

Borojevic looked at his back as he left, sighed, turned his head and looked at the desk, where there were still a pile of documents to be processed. Before leaving for Sanok, he might have to work in Krakow for a night.

Kust looked at this quiet old city with some emotion. Since Krakow was founded hundreds of years ago, it has never been so deserted. Even when Poland was divided, the streets and alleys in the city were still bustling. But now the war has reached their doorsteps, and residents who can escape have fled, and those who can't escape can only stay at home.

Kuster, who was in a bad mood, was even more lonely when he saw this scene, but then he cheered up, returned to the place where he woke up, and fiddled with something in the room alone.

The next morning, Borojevic left a letter for Kuster when he left. Tell him that the high-level people of the empire will come at noon today, and may ask him some questions about the war on the front line while awarding him the medal. Borojevic hopes that he can take this opportunity to point out the shortcomings of the army and the great disadvantages of the war on the front line, so as to strengthen their attention to the Russian front.

Needless to say, Kuster himself will ask the high-level to do something about this. You know, Russia is still a powerful country at this time, but the empire has only deployed about 50% of its troops on the Russian front, which is completely unable to compete with the Russian army.

They want to defeat Serbia quickly, but so far, they have not achieved anything in Serbia, and instead have been occupied by the Serbian army in part of the area. This is fatal. If Bulgaria had not joined the war later, Serbia might have continued to resist stubbornly.

However, the imperial officials headed by General Potiorek still believed that Serbia should be conquered first, which was politically correct, and therefore received the support of the emperor. Now the Russian front has only added a few divisions, which has no effect at all.

During this period, Kuster, who was disabled in his hands, was not idle. He was still excitedly working on some drawings with Franz, who was disabled in his legs.

It was not until noon that Maitian went to inform them. Seeing the drawings of various complex guns and cannon structures, novel tactical drawings and completely enclosed magical "cars", they were inevitably shocked.

The two saw Maitian and looked at their watches again, only to find that it was already noon.

Kuster quickly swept other things off the table, crumpled the drawings into a ball and put them in his pocket, rushed out of the door, and hailed a car. With a roar, Kuster and the car disappeared in the distance.

Mai Tian stretched his head out to watch the car go away, then turned his head to look at Franz, and repeated several times, his face full of hesitation.

Franz saw him like this, and couldn't help laughing:

"You silly boy, although I am your direct superior, I still suggest you to catch up with him at this moment."

After Mai Tian got his consent, he made a running motion. Franz said again:

"You are really stupid! You don't want to run over, do you? He clearly doesn't want us to get involved. So, go out and buy some food, I'm just hungry."

Mai Tian's original sharp momentum disappeared, and he became a little decadent. He took the money from Franz's hand, walked out sullenly, and closed the door.

Franz looked at the messy room, touched his hot head, and then pulled down the curtains, and the room became dark again. He lay on the bed. He and Kuster didn't sleep all night last night, and they were discussing something.

Kust originally planned to draw the blueprint by himself, but his right hand was seriously injured, and it was good enough that he could move it. He was not very good at writing with his left hand, so what he drew was like an ant crawling, and it was impossible to see clearly.

In desperation, Kuster looked at Franz who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly an idea came to him. He woke him up, and he was forcibly pulled over to be Kuster's assistant.

The moonlight and the two of them formed a weird picture: a person with a disabled right hand gave his seat to a person with a disabled leg, and stood up and directed him with his left hand what to draw. The person with a disabled leg became more and more energetic and crazy as he drew. In addition, they wore white shirts, and people who didn't know thought that they were people from a mental hospital who believed in cults and were doing something bad.

Feeling the heavy pressure on his eyelids, Franz couldn't understand why Kuster was still running around energetically, while he was younger than him but exhausted to death.

He closed his eyes, stopped thinking about those things, and soon fell asleep.

On Kuster's side, he had arrived at the train station, where he was waiting for some people and his upcoming honor.

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