I Was Mistaken as a Great War Commander

The Next Day

At dawn, every soldier in the forward outpost—except for the minimum number needed to maintain security—ascended the western mountain ridge.

This was in accordance with the order from their battalion commander, Daniel Steiner, to conduct reconnaissance and defensive position training.

Believing it to be a realistic defensive drill, the troops carried not only sandbags but also twelve mortars and four heavy machine guns up the mountain, expecting to receive new instructions from Daniel.

— Establish a defensive position, but do so in a manner that encircles the outpost.

In short, the soldiers were to assume that their own forward outpost was an enemy stronghold and conduct a siege training exercise around it.

The logic behind this was utterly baffling, but since it was their battalion commander’s first direct order, they followed it without question.@@novelbin@@

After leveling the ground, they set up mortar emplacements and mounted the heavy machine guns.

The unit’s snipers positioned themselves atop the cliffs flanking the outpost, while the Special Operations Company, which had originally been tasked with sentry duty at the base, was ordered to block off any retreat routes.

Since they were most familiar with the surrounding terrain, it was a fitting role for them.

There was nothing inherently flawed about the order, so Bernard complied. After joining forces with the General Staff’s direct unit, they dug in and concealed their positions along the escape routes.

With a standby order in place, Bernard and his men took the opportunity to rest among the trees.

Leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, Bernard exhaled a sigh and turned to the side.

Lieutenant McKell was sitting on the ground, a map spread out in front of him, practicing land navigation techniques.

“Hey.”

Hearing Bernard’s call, McKell looked up.

“You called for me, sir?”