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“Hmm, it tastes good,” Jeanne said, but the girl tilted her head, clearly not understanding Jeanne’s heavily accented German.

Jeanne then tried using body language again, giving the girl a thumbs-up.

The girl understood the gesture, and she lowered her head contentedly to start eating her skewer.

Jeanne used the eating speed she had honed during her military career to quickly finish the entire skewer, then placed the wire on the ground in front of the girl, waved to her, and turned to leave.

She intended to return to the car, but suddenly realized that the steps to the final destination were right in front of her, and there was no need to use the car anymore. So Jeanne took large strides, completely lacking in ladylike manners but very much in line with her military identity, and walked towards the steps.

Upon hearing the knock, Gisela responded, "Come in."

Usually, it's Rita, Aponia, or even Marta who knocks before entering, but it turns out it's Jeanne who walks in.

“Oh, dear saint, welcome home.” Gisela grinned at Jeanne.

"Looks like you're alright now?" Jeanne walked towards Gisela, wanting to give her a "friendly" hug out of past friendship. Instead, the fox first kissed Jeanne's cheek. But the insatiable fox wasn't satisfied. She hooked Jeanne's head with her uninjured hand and kissed the girl's lips.

“They’ve all been busy lately,” Gisela complained after letting go of Jeanne. “They can’t spend much time with me, a patient, and they all told me they would stay with me when I got back.”

If the fox initially held all the power and did everything himself, after lying on the board this time, much of the work has actually been divided up and done by his "harem." Now everyone has their own things to do, which has made the fox much more relaxed.

Jeanne sat down on the edge of Gisela's bed, her buttocks pressed against Gisela's body through the blanket, and said softly, "Hmph, since you've begged me, I can stay with you for a while."

Gisela put her arm around Jeanne's waist and said, "Just like before, right?"

Jeanne has been by the fox's side for so many years, from a mutually hostile collaborator to the fox's best partner on the battlefield. She is clearly a saint whom France is proud of, but she is serving France's nemesis, Austria. Although she is unwilling to admit it, Jeanne has also changed from a bodyguard to a bodyguard and "lover".

As for her love for Richelieu, one can only say that time will tell, and people always change. This fox's charm has surpassed the beauty of the lavender fields of Provence... (just kidding).

“Yes.” Jeanne turned to look at Gisela, her golden eyes initially showing some hesitation, but she quickly reassured herself and said, “Yes! Just like before.”

"Then show me your breasts." Gisela's morals didn't last long today either.

“This…” Jeanne looked troubled. After a few seconds of silence, she blushed and began to unbutton her military uniform jacket.

After the buttons were undone, her breasts, supported by the corset, were revealed to Gisela. Jeanne's fair face flushed red; unable to face the fox, she had habitually given in...

PS1: It's so hot QAQ

Chapter 606 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: A Battle Report from the Front Lines (Seeking Votes)

Finally, the human heart that Gisela had been dreaming of appeared, swaying slightly in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the window. Its presence instantly filled the entire room, fixing Gisela's gaze on it.

At this moment, Gisela glanced at her daughter Mia, who was doing her homework, and noticed that Mia was secretly observing her mother's interaction with the other aunts. Gisela could only sigh helplessly.

"It seems that doing these things in front of your daughter is indeed bad for her development."

"Isn't this... ah... isn't this obvious?"

As soon as Jeanne finished speaking, Gisela gestured for Jeanne to quickly put away her overly tempting possession.

Jeanne's face was still flushed as she buttoned her clothes. She complained as she did so, "Mia has definitely been influenced by you. What will you do if they like girls in the future?"

“I’d love for that!” Gisela said. “Yes, it would be best if he liked girls. I don’t want some wild boy with my daughter! No, I will never allow that to happen!”

Jeanne sighed, buttoned up the last button, and continued to complain, "You really are something, waking up like this, you're just a total slut, you have no leader's demeanor at all."

"Didn't you also indulge me? If you have to say, you should bear at least half the responsibility for indulging me."

“That’s just making excuses.” The blush that had just begun to fade from Jeanne’s face returned. “I have no way out now because of you. You know I can’t disobey your orders, even if… even if it’s this kind of order!”

Gisela chuckled mischievously, then, despite the pain, wrapped his injured hand around Jeanne's waist, pulling her completely into his embrace. Only then did he whisper in her ear, "Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have made such a harassing request right from the start."

“It wouldn’t be harassment or anything like that,” Jeanne corrected seriously. “Because it didn’t make me… make me unhappy. I just hope you can be mindful of the occasion and distinguish between what’s important and what’s not.”

Jeanne paused, then continued in a lecturing tone, "I just returned from the battlefield with a detailed report on the situation, a report concerning the lives of hundreds of thousands of our soldiers on the front lines. You didn't even bother with that first, but instead wanted to see mine... This is a grave mistake that goes beyond simply failing to prioritize."

"Yes, you're right, I was wrong." After a sincere apology, Gisela's tone changed. "But are you really going to lecture me like this? It's not convincing at all, is it?"

Jeanne was silent for a few seconds, then sighed.

“Well then,” Gisela continued, stroking Jeanne’s lower abdomen as she spoke, “how is the situation at the front? I only know that we won a battle, and I briefly looked at the casualty ratio and other data last night, but I still want to hear a detailed description from you, who witnessed everything directly on the front lines. Tell me, my dear Saintess, how effective are my ideas, my new weapons?”

"Yes, I will report to you in detail."

As she spoke, Jeanne opened the briefcase that was handcuffed to her arm, took out a file bag, and began to unseal the opening of the file bag.

As Jeanne did this, Gisela leaned forward, burying her nose in Jeanne's hair, greedily inhaling its scent. A strange aroma mingled with the familiar fragrance.

Before Gisela could explain, Jeanne said softly, "I washed my hair briefly last night, but I think there might still be some traces of the battlefield."

"Ah, that's right, that's the smell, the smell of war." Gisela casually uttered a cringeworthy line from a Gundam anime.

Then her hand moved restlessly upwards, but Jeanne slapped it down.

Gisela didn't know what was wrong with her. In the two days since she woke up, her interest in sex had surprised even herself.

Jeanne took out the documents, then laid her briefcase flat on her lap, using it as a small table, placed the documents on it, and opened them for Gisela to see.

The first page of the document contained a photograph that immediately caught Gisela's attention: it was a destroyed magical armor, seemingly an aircraft model, lying amidst the ruins of a Turkish-style house, with fully armed international volunteer soldiers standing nearby, smiling and looking at the camera.

“This is the Russian flying armored vehicle we shot down in Saray,” Jeanne explained to Jeanne. “During the Russian attack on Saray, we shot down a total of seven such flying armored vehicles, and we used nearly 30,000 rounds of 20mm cannon shells to achieve this result.”

Jeanne frowned.

"Thirty thousand rounds? That's an extraordinary amount of consumption."

Jeanne recalls another timeline where the USS South Dakota fired nearly 60,000 anti-aircraft shells during the Battle of Santa Cruz, earning it the reputation of being a guardian of aircraft carriers among Japanese pilots. In that battle, the South Dakota shot down more than 20 Japanese attack aircraft, turning the last remaining pilots in the Japanese Navy's pre-war reserves into ashes.

This time, Arna's anti-aircraft artillery fired 30,000 rounds, but only managed to shoot down seven flying armored vehicles. Arna had seen what flying armored vehicles actually looked like when they were in flight, and they didn't have the speed of attack aircraft and dive bombers during World War II, and their flight altitude was probably incomparable.

"I remember that the assault troops were not equipped with many air defense battalions. If they fired 30,000 rounds, then they must have run out of ammunition, right?"

“Yes,” Jeanne nodded. “They were pressuring us to airdrop 20mm cannon shells, so I had to have the pilots airdrop 5,000 shells to them overnight. Before we set off, the battlefield observers who were with the anti-aircraft battalion returned to the headquarters in Herrelis and immediately wrote a detailed report. The original report should have been sent here by now. I didn’t have it with me, but I made a few notes on the key points of the report.”

Jeanne turned to one of the pages of the document and pointed out the text to Jeanne.

"Let me see, it's not powerful enough."

"Yes, the observers believe that the firepower density of the vehicle-mounted quadruple 20mm autocannons that we urgently assigned to the front-line troops is sufficient. Although the cannon's rotation mechanism can't keep up with the pace when facing the Russian flying warplanes' small swaying evasion at close to medium range, it can achieve good hits when using barrage fire at long range."

Barrage firing, also known as volley fire, involves launching a large number of rounds into a predetermined area of ​​space through which the enemy will pass, relying on the natural dispersion of the ammunition to cover that area. Barrage firing does not require highly precise aiming; it simply requires the ability to quickly and accurately predict the target's trajectory and speed, and then unleashing a barrage of ammunition in the area it is about to pass through.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 607 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 105 Caliber is Justice (Seeking Votes)

It seems that the firing rate of the quadruple gun is sufficient, but the horizontal rotation of the gun mount and the elevation angle correction are insufficient to meet the requirements of tracking the trajectory of a flying magical armor at close range.

"Furthermore, the observers believe that once the flying magic users become familiar with the performance of our anti-aircraft guns, it is very likely that 90% of the battles will evolve into close-quarters combat, requiring reliance on positional deployment to overcome the limitations of the anti-aircraft guns' rotation speed." The situation has changed dramatically compared to the original hand-cranked anti-aircraft guns of the world. Na shrugged at this.

"Flying magic armor is a cutting-edge technology, just like our airplanes. Soldiers need to gradually adapt to these things, and every tactical adjustment is accompanied by bloody lessons." Knowing the losses on the front lines, Jeanne is perhaps the most qualified person to make such an assessment.

Gisela laughed too: "This is already very good. Have you considered that if the anti-aircraft guns were hand-cranked, that might have been a real disaster?"

“That’s true.” Jeanne nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with Gisela’s statement.

"And that's it, the observers suggested that we could switch to a 25mm or 30mm gun."

“No, I want a 40mm cannon,” Gisela said firmly. “A 40mm machine gun, and with sensor-guided projectiles.”

“None of your proximity fuses detonated on the battlefield.” Jeanne poured a bucket of water over Gisela’s head. “The armored forces’ evaluation of this new type of shell is absolutely terrible.”

Gisela raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased by this unexpected news. She pursed her lips. "Hmm... I see. But as the saying goes, failure is the mother of success. I'll order the engineers to analyze the cause. If only we could collect some unexploded warheads..."

“I have already given the order to do so, and the first batch of collected samples came back on my plane.”

After Jeanne finished speaking, Gisela kissed her neck hard from the side: "As expected of a saint, you are absolutely amazing."

"Where are the Russian ground combat magicians? Haven't they caused us any trouble?"

Jeanne turned a few more pages.

"The number of Russian magic warriors deployed along the route of our attacking forces is about what we expected. Their commander, Grand Duke Nikolayevich, is still using magic warriors according to the principles established in previous wars, and is clearly unaware that he does not currently have a complete front that can be called a front. The Russian magic warriors deployed at Chorlu are second-class exhausted troops."

The so-called "Type II fatigue" represents the mental energy expended by a mage in battle. Type II fatigue indicates that they have experienced a certain amount of combat fatigue but still maintain considerable combat effectiveness. Such units are generally deployed on secondary fronts of the battlefield as reserves.

"Thanks to the support of the Turkish magicians, we annihilated the Russian magicians of Chorlu with little effort. In this battle, apart from the failure of the new shells equipped with proximity fuses, it is worth noting that one Russian magician was rendered incapable of fighting after being hit by the tank's 7.5mm cannon in succession."

"So, the 75mm tank cannon is still quite a threat to the magic warriors, huh? Very good, very good." Gisela nodded repeatedly. Her biggest worry was that the cannons on the tanks wouldn't be a enough threat to the magic warriors, otherwise it would be back to the old path of using the lives of ordinary troops to exchange for the magic warriors' mental strength. "Then what about the battle to capture Sarai? There should be more than twenty magic armored vehicles there. This time, without the help of the Turkish magic warriors, my armored units..."

"Your armored forces only spotted five units. The remaining fifteen magical armors were destroyed in the repair shop by your Task Force 141 before they could even engage. The five that did engage were overwhelmed by field tractors."

Gisela glanced at Jeanne's profile, her expression full of curiosity: "Submerged? You rarely use such a word in such formal reports."

"What part of this looks like a formal report?" Jeanne said, removing Gisela's restless hand from her chest again, and continued without changing her expression, "I have actually seen the magic armor that Sarai destroyed. Most of them collapsed after being hit multiple times, their mental strength failing, and they were then penetrated while they were no longer able to defend themselves. The trajectories were all parallel to the vertical axis of the machine. Only one was directly penetrated."

Clearly, the 75mm cannon wasn't posing enough of a threat to the Mages. If possible, I suggest increasing the cannon caliber. Furthermore, the numerical disparity in this battle was too great, so your commander's use of zoned aiming and pre-aiming resulted in many tanks firing at the Mages' flanks instead of their own, wasting considerable firepower. Moreover, fifteen tanks were destroyed by these five Mages during the engagement.

Gisela rested her chin on Jeanne's shoulder, deep in thought with a serious expression.

"Hmm," she said after a moment, "it seems we need larger caliber artillery."

“Based on my personal experience, if it’s a cannon of 122mm or larger, even if a grenade hits a mage next to them, it can still put a lot of psychological pressure on them,” Jeanne suggested softly. “A direct hit can also pose a considerable threat.”

"Caliber is justice." In fact, if the technology allowed, Gisela would love to develop the 152mm cannon ahead of time. However, tank technology is still in its early stages of development. Bypassing early World War I tank models is already considered forcing growth. Therefore, she feels that tank technology needs further development and adjustment. Even if the cannon caliber is less than 100mm, it should at least be at the level of an 88mm cannon.

Gisela shrugged—actually, she shrugged her uninjured shoulder.

At this moment, Jeanne took a separate document from the files in her hand and handed it to Gisela.

"Compared to the planned battles, I think the ambush in this operation is more worthy of study. The armored group's repair team was deployed on the way of the Russian reserve magic warriors. Their commander formed a makeshift force from the tanks escorting his own troops and the tanks that had been repaired, and ambushed the advancing Russian magic warriors. The two sides were almost equal in number, but in addition to tanks, our army also used mines, traps, infantry, and air force units. The battlefield was in the open field, giving the Russian magic warriors ample room to move and evade."

Gisela opened the separate document and paused for a moment when she saw the name of the commander who had led the battle.

“Erwin Johannson Eugen?” she said, glancing at Jeanne. “Are you sure you didn’t forget a last name?”

PS1: Austria, or rather Germany, doesn't face much pressure on the land battlefield. Future naval battles will require submarines and air power. 0v0

Chapter 608 The Vienna Rose y/$*e-already-winged-air-like-different-Shaanxi-two-*-thousand-Turkish Symphony: Capter 106 Erwin Johansen Eugen (Seeking votes)

“Erwin Johansen Eugen? (Rommel)” she read the name while glancing at Jeanne. “Are you sure you didn’t forget to write the last name?”

Jeanne looked at Gisela with a puzzled expression, seemingly having no idea why Gisela had asked that question.

Gisela raised an eyebrow and continued, "Could this fellow be related to one of our empire's legendary generals?"

"You mean Prince Eugen?" At this, Jeanne suddenly understood Gisela's meaning. Prince Eugen was an outstanding and legendary general from the Savoy family of Italy. His ancestral home was France, but he ultimately served the Habsburg family and made immortal contributions to the empire.

“It’s in the files I’ve compiled, including his resume and my personal detailed reconnaissance of the battlefield.”

Gisela immediately flipped through the documents and began reading Erwin's resume.

“He taught at the Dresden Infantry School, he taught at the Vienna Infantry School… Please tell me he is still alive.”

Gisela gripped Jeanne's shoulders and said this.

“Don’t worry.” Jeanne replied, though she looked puzzled. “He survived that brutal battle; his vehicle was one of the eight that survived. Why are you so concerned about this commander?”

“Because we need to mold him into a hero.” Gisela casually made up an excuse—well, it wasn’t really an excuse. He had originally planned to introduce some heroes as a form of propaganda to further improve the image of the Imperial military at home, should the operation in Turkey be successful.

The empire is currently on the rise, and war is the easiest way to temper the collective memory and cohesion of the people. Therefore, Gisela will not miss any opportunity to proclaim "stage victory". This is the so-called "winning strategy". But if you want to say that it is different from other countries in later generations, Gisela's victory is a true victory.

Jeanne seemed to accept this explanation.

Gisela stared at the photograph tucked inside the document with a good mood. It showed Jeanne surveying the battlefield, with a magical armored figure painted with the red bullseye emblem of Britain standing beside her.

Seeing Gisela staring at the photo, Jeanne explained, "I originally planned to borrow the magic armor used by the Turks to go and take a look, but the Turks changed their minds at the last minute, so the British provided the protection."

“Hmm. But this photo doesn’t quite fit our publicity needs.” Gisela said, flipping through the documents in her hand and then reaching out to flip through the documents on Jeanne’s lap. “It seems there aren’t any photos here that would be good for publicity. These photos would be valuable as archives, but for publicity, we definitely need some more impactful photos.”

Gisela recalled the "story of the three flags" she had seen before her transmigration. The American flag on Iwo Jima was staged, as was the classic scene of the flag being raised at the Capitol, because the first flag was planted at night. Only the photo of the officer of that army planting the flag on the side of the enemy trench before he died during the Vietnam War, and supporting it with his body, was a snapshot taken directly during the charge.

Gisela certainly wants to use real photos, but for the sake of publicity, posing for some impactful photos with better composition is completely understandable.

Jeanne innocently asked, "Shall we take more photos? But the battle is over, and we can only continue taking photos when the Russian army attacks. Will there be enough time to arrange the propaganda then?"

"We don't need to wait for the Russian army to attack. We can just have the frontline troops cooperate and take some photos."

“Staged photos?” Jeanne took a moment to grasp the new term Gisela had just coined, then her expression became somewhat subtle. “Isn’t this tantamount to deceiving the public…”

“We’re not trying to fabricate facts, we just want to present them in a more impactful way,” Gisela explained to Jeanne, while simultaneously beginning her natural workplace harassment. In Gisela’s experience, Jeanne was very susceptible to this kind of gentle approach; as long as her bottom line wasn’t crossed, she would agree to almost anything.

As expected, Jeanne sighed: "I need to check the accompanying text before it goes to the printing press, and I need to have the right to stop it. If that's the case, then I'll agree."

“No problem.” Gisela readily agreed, while continuing to gently tease Jeanne’s neck, which was exposed by her silver hair. This intimate gesture seemed to suit Jeanne quite well, so much so that she remained silent for several seconds before gently pushing Gisela away.

"We're talking about serious business now."

"Yes, yes, my holy lady, we are discussing serious matters."

"Leaving aside the propaganda, there are many aspects of this battle that deserve careful study. First of all..."

“Our tanks are having a worryingly low hit rate against the enemy magic users who are trying to evade them,” Gisela interrupted Jeanne. “More than half of the magic armor was destroyed in the first two volleys of artillery fire during the surprise attack. Landmines and other pre-set traps also contributed to one kill and one wound. In the ensuing mobile warfare, the tank force was almost completely slaughtered. If it weren’t for air support and the slight delays brought by the infantry’s sacrifices, I’m afraid even the remaining eight tanks wouldn’t have escaped.”

“Yes, that’s the basic situation.” Jeanne nodded, raising her hand to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear—a gesture that Gisela found quite alluring. “Although the report indicated that the crews involved in the ambush were the less skilled ones who were left behind, the result is still quite bad.”

Gisela shook her head: "There's nothing bad about it. We had already anticipated that the mobility of the Magus would make aiming very difficult. Even if we replaced them with elite crews, it would only cause some more damage to the enemy. The result of being almost completely annihilated would still not change."