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Gisela sighed after she finished speaking.

"For at least the next five to ten years, those who rely on conventional weapons to confront magic users head-on must be prepared to make huge sacrifices. To change this situation, we must rely on technological advancements. That's why I've been investing in technological development without restraint."

Jeanne remained silent for a while before speaking again: "However, this time we at least managed to hold off the Russian magicians' attack, forcing them to retreat and regroup, thus ensuring the smooth flow of our supply lines. In the past, it would have been impossible to accomplish this with such limited forces. We have made significant progress. Moreover, this ambush was not entirely without merit tactically. If we had coordinated more closely with the air cover forces and increased our troop strength appropriately, we might have been able to turn this tactical failure into a strategic success into a pyrrhic victory."

PS1: Rommel is a descendant of Prince Eugen 0v0!

Chapter 609 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 107 On Britain's Espionage Capabilities (Vote Requested)

“You’re right.” Gisela said, raising her hand to caress Jeanne’s breasts, but the saintess thwarted her wicked attempt again. She could only purse her lips and continue, “The relevant troops should be awarded medals. The combat commander—well, besides Mr. Eugen, who else among the senior officers of the troops survived?”

"The infantry commander had been killed in action, and the Russian army had actually swept through the infantry. The artillery units abandoned their cannons and fled back on horseback; it seems inappropriate to award them medals."

“No, no, they all deserve medals. Every survivor of this battle is a hero, and every fallen soldier is a hero among heroes. They didn't flee the battlefield; they wisely chose to retreat after fighting valiantly and achieving their objective, preserving their precious fighting strength for future battles. That's our propaganda line.” Gisela paused, then gently reminded Jeanne, “This isn't us fabricating facts…”

“I know,” Jeanne smiled. “I’m not so inflexible as to be completely unreasonable. Besides, I personally think they are all warriors. Every soldier who dares to face the onslaught of the magic warriors is a warrior.”

Gisela raised her hand, and Jeanne immediately reacted by trying to block the fox's claws with her hand, but Gisela's hand went over her chest and gently placed on Jeanne's chin, examining her with great interest.

"As expected of my saintess, I, as her master, am becoming more and more dependent on you." The fox only found confidence when bullying Jeanne, after all, among her "best friends," only Jeanne had witnessed Su Beiming's strength, and this fear had long since transformed into a way to force Jeanne's "submission" to Gisela. As the saying goes, since there's no way to resist, then one can only...

No! What am I thinking?! Jeanne cleared her throat, and Gisela quickly brought her attention back to the matter at hand.

"Uh, well, anyway, the troops should be commended."

"The plan to award the medals has been approved by the Medal Section of the General Staff of the German Armed Forces. Once they return from the battlefield, Field Marshal Benedek will personally award the medals..."

“That would be too late.” Gisela looked up at the ceiling, an idea popping into his head. “Speaking of which, isn’t this award ceremony largely a show? Since we’re going to put on a show, we might as well…”

"What does 'putting on a show' mean?" Jeanne asked, puzzled.

"Uh, don't worry about it. Anyway, it's mostly for show, all for propaganda. In that case, why don't I go to Turkey myself? As the Empress's de facto mastermind, my visit to the battlefield can boost morale at the front and provide material for propaganda in the rear. Besides... the outside world doesn't know my current situation yet, so I can take this opportunity to give them a truly stunning appearance, right?"

"Whatever you want, that's fine!" Jeanne no longer wanted to stay with the fox, because at this moment the fox's hand was already on her thigh, like an army poised to launch a surprise attack at any moment.

The morning after Jeanne returned, Gisela's personal physician examined his injuries.

After the examination, the old man took off his glasses and shook his head at Gisela: "Your Majesty, in my personal judgment, I do not recommend that you go to Turkey under the current circumstances."

“I can move my arm now, I think…” Gisela said, moving his injured hand. The pain made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

But the old man shook his head: "Your Majesty, the bullet was fortunate enough not to damage your bones and nerves, so you can still move your hand. However, the bullet damaged the muscle tissue, and if you don't rest, the wound will heal. Moreover, going to a place like the battlefield, it's difficult to guarantee the absolute cleanliness of the wound, and if an infection occurs..."

“It’s alright. This is a good opportunity to test the medical support our logistics system provides to the wounded soldiers on the front lines.” Gisela smiled at the old man. “I have received your suggestion. I will seriously consider it before making a decision. If you have nothing else to do, you can leave now.”

The old man sighed. He had fulfilled his responsibility to inform them, and there really wasn't much more to say.

In fact, he really wanted to remind His Majesty that, apart from the problem of the wound, there were also some inexplicable aspects to the fluctuations of magical energy in her body. In short, it was as if there were two streams of magical energy in her body, which was quite strange.

However, since I can't find the cause of my illness, it's better to avoid trouble.

After the doctors and nurses left, Marta, who had been leaning against the wall watching the doctors' examinations, said, "You're really going all out for publicity. But indeed, nothing in this world is more inspiring than Her Majesty the Queen, who was recently assassinated and injured, inspecting the front lines despite her injuries."

Gisela shrugged.

"How many people know that I've woken up?" she changed the subject.

"Currently, only the servants in this building know that all the servants are under surveillance, and the doctors and nurses who just left will also be placed under house arrest until you arrive at the front line and make your official debut."

Marta's answer made Gisela raise an eyebrow: "Isn't that a bit too strict?"

“No amount of strictness is excessive. This isn’t the first time you’ve faced danger. Although the palace in the imperial capital has never been breached before, I can’t gamble with your life.” Marta paused, her tone softening.

"However, even with such strict protective measures, the British should have already caught wind of it. Many of the British agents within the country have been eliminated, but there are definitely still some lurking, not to mention those spies with public identities that are difficult to eliminate. The British should still have some capability in the Empire's intelligence network. I guess the British ambassador will request to visit you in the next couple of days to investigate our strengths and weaknesses."

Gisela remained noncommittal, feeling that Britain's intelligence capabilities in this era were excessively advanced, a stark contrast to the Imperial intelligence service before Marta took over.

This made Gisela wonder if the creator of this world had a special fondness for the 007 series of films, which was why he gave the British an epic BFF boost.

Of course, despite the criticism, Gisela personally doesn't find the British's overly strong espionage capabilities particularly unacceptable. After all, Sean Connery is his number one favorite foreign actor. Connery's portrayal of the first "007," James Bond, is his most admired Bond image—followed by Brosnan's version. Furthermore, Connery's portrayal of the "indestructible old British spy" in *The Rock* led Gisela to believe for a considerable period that British spies were practically omnipotent and incredibly capable.

Given the British's formidable intelligence capabilities, it's understandable that Marta resorted to such extreme measures.

PS1: Please vote and post some comments!

Chapter 610 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: Capter 108 An Inspection of the Front Lines (Seeking Votes)

"However, you mentioned dealing with the hidden moles..."

Marta sighed, then smiled at Gisela: "Don't worry, I strictly adhered to the deadlines you set, so most of these unlucky guys were arrested and, after trial, will be sentenced to life imprisonment or hanging for espionage. A few tried to escape and were shot dead on their way. We never carried out an assassination, but precisely because we couldn't assassinate, we couldn't touch those spies disguised as diplomats or others."

"That's enough. These informants are all under our surveillance, the intelligence they obtain is controllable, and they can even be used as channels to release false information when necessary."

Gisela's words made Marta sigh again.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “Why are you so fixated on those principles? At first I thought you were just worried that the intelligence agencies’ actions were going too far and would alienate the public and intellectuals, but now I think that’s not the main reason.”

Gisela smiled, and after a moment of silence, he said to Marta, “These principles were established by the man I admire most for his intelligence agency, and then his intelligence agency achieved the most amazing success in the history of human espionage. His intelligence chief even met with one of the highest-ranking officers of the enemy, and his subordinate liaison stations even obtained the identities of intelligence stations of the enemy country at war as cover. Spies who were caught could even be released through connections in the enemy country's intelligence agency, because the enemy country believed that these people were working for them until their defeat.”

Marta looked at Gisela, whose ears were twitching, clearly indicating that the fox was observing her surroundings to make sure no one was watching. So, after Gisela was at ease, she asked, "Did this happen in your original timeline?"

Gisela nodded.

"That's why I set these rules for my intelligence agency—for you. I think these rules are somewhat related to the achievements of that person's intelligence agency."

Marta smiled.

"That's a really far-fetched explanation, but since you said you did it out of respect for that person, I can completely accept it. Now, let me try to reach the level that those spies you mentioned have achieved. After all, I am the queen of European intelligence!" Marta had her own confidence. Over the years, she had indeed managed to navigate the intelligence networks of various countries, passing through a sea of ​​women without getting entangled.

Gisela laughed too, and said to Marta in a much more relaxed tone, "Then I'll look forward to it. Enough with the small talk. After discussing it with Jeanne yesterday, we felt that we should start as soon as possible to boost morale. After all, the longer we drag it out, the greater the possibility of a Russian attack. If I'm on the front lines when the Russian army starts its attack, the situation will become complicated. So I think we should set off tomorrow or the day after."

“No problem. With such a swift action, the British shouldn’t be able to react. If the British can’t react, other countries are even less likely to.” Marta crossed her arms and adopted a serious expression. “This kind of sudden visit means we don’t need to worry about organized assassinations, but we should be wary of impulsive, unplanned assassinations, like the one in Trieste.”

"Jeanne will be with me, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

"Fine, you're the Empress, you decide everything."

After saying that, Marta left the wall she had been leaning against, raised her hands and stretched.

“I should get back to work too. Rita and the others will be here soon.” Marta said as she walked towards the ward door. After grasping the doorknob, she suddenly turned back and gave Gisela a mischievous smile. “By the way, did you favor the French saint again yesterday?”

"You also know?"

“I’m your intelligence chief, and this morning when Jeanne rushed to the bathhouse before heading to the Allied Forces headquarters, I was doing my morning exercise…” Marta shrugged and spread her hands.

"Oh dear, I was planning to help you when you were better, but the scoundrel beat me to it. Now you won't be able to touch me inappropriately today, which makes me so lonely."

“You’ve been standing so far away from the bed, how am I supposed to get handsy with you?” Gisela shouted, pointing at Marta’s nose.

Gisela's trip to the front was arranged quickly, and two days later, on November 22nd of that year, Gisela was ready to depart from the Hofburg early in the morning.

Rita stood in front of the fountain at the Hofburg Palace, her face showing a look of deep unease.

"I still can't accept it. Why did we have to take Mia with us?" Rita said angrily. Gisele Bündchen suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Rita with such an expression in a long time.

Gisela shrugged, looking completely innocent as she said to her maid, "This wasn't my idea. I asked Mia alone, and she said she wanted to stay with me. I couldn't possibly refuse a child's wish, could I?"

"..." When Rita saw Mia's pitiful expression, just like when Gisela took her in back then, Rita finally chose to accept it...

Thus, what may be the most bizarre frontline comfort delegation in history was born, with a member who was a little girl under the age of 14!

While Gisela and Rita were talking, Mia had already obediently gotten into the car, fastened her seatbelt, and sat down next to Jeanne.

Logically speaking, Jeanne's usual personality is that of a typical selfish person, but her interactions with Mia have made her take the initiative to care for others.

"I want to come this time too!"

“No! The cabinet is used to your presence, and your actions can serve as cover for ours.” Marta’s serious expression left Rita with no reason to object.

"Okay! You've convinced me." Rita pursed her lips helplessly.

After getting into the car, Gisela patted the back of the driver's seat in front of her to signal the driver to start the car, then turned to look at Rita outside the car and waved to her.

Rita seemed to have given up complaining and smiled, waving to the crowd rushing forward. The car circled half of the fountain before heading along the tree-lined avenue towards the exit of the Hofburg Palace.

Gisela noticed that her fellow countryman's tent was empty, but through the open entrance, she could see that it was filled with all sorts of strange things he had collected. He was definitely out "exploring" Hofburg again, taking whatever he liked along the way.

At this point, Jeanne said, "After she settled in at the Hofburg, we didn't know how to communicate with her without driving her away, so Rita said we should just feed her first. So we started providing her with all sorts of food and changed the menu every week to keep things fresh, and it seems to be working quite well. However, she still hunts small animals in the Hofburg forest herself and cooks them using primitive methods..."

PS1: I was put in the "little black room" yesterday for Chapter 2. Waiting for me to be released.

Chapter 611 The Turkish Symphony of the Vienna Rose: A Photo of Capter109 and His Daughter (Seeking Votes)

“I heard that she didn’t even do this kind of primitive cooking at first, and just ate it directly?” Gisela said.

Jeanne nodded: "She seems to have taken a liking to cooked food. I'm really curious about what kind of life he led on his way here."

In fact, it is not difficult to find information about the past of the Four Seas Clan from Gisela's memories. Their clan has always lived on the sea far from civilization and rarely had any contact with the Central Plains or the imperial court. Only when the princess summoned them would they travel from the islands or the sea to the land to fulfill their blood pact.

As for the fact that the old princess has disappeared and a new princess has not yet been born, that's why the magic users of the East Sea clan traveled thousands of miles to the West to search for traces of Su Beiming, hoping to get new instructions and guidance from her.

Kogisela hesitated to discuss these matters with her fellow countrywoman because she believed that she was not Su Beiming after all, and even if she inherited the title of princess, she could not offer her any help. After all, she was now the Empress of Austria and had many things to deal with, and she was powerless to help with matters in the East, at least for the time being.

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang came from the roof of the car.

As soon as the driver looked up, Jeanne said, "It's okay, she's here. She just fell from the tree onto the roof of the car. Just keep driving. She'll leave when she wants to."

"Is she trying to hitch a ride? But doesn't she like being in the water? Why is she starting to climb trees?" Gisela had just finished speaking when her little fellow villager's head appeared next to her window, his hair, a color reminiscent of shallow sea water, dancing wildly in the wind outside the car window. She tapped on the window.

“She will pay for the ride,” Jeanne said.

Gisela opened the window, and the young man stuffed a handful of coins into his hand before sticking his head back up onto the roof of the car.

Gisela was just marveling inwardly at how this girl actually gave him money when he discovered that what his fellow countryman had stuffed into his hand were old gold coins that had been banned from circulation due to imperial reforms. Perhaps it was a gift she was giving to this noble magic user lady to curry favor with her people.

As Gisela pondered what to do with the coins, the voice of her fellow villager drifted in from outside the still-open window: "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

It sounded like she was shouting at the strong wind blowing in her face.

“She seems to really enjoy doing this,” Jeanne continued to explain to Gisela. “I suppose she’s interested in how her voice changes when she speaks into the wind.”

Gisela shook her head.

"She's been here so long, has anyone heard her say anything else?"

Jeanne shook her head.

Gisela pursed her lips. The young woman didn't seem to have any intellectual problems; her intelligence should be similar to her appearance. Even without comparing her to magic users, whose development is generally faster than that of ordinary children, she should at least have the intelligence of a sixteen-year-old girl. Nina had already married Gisela when she was sixteen.

If someone taught her, she should have learned some simple words quickly. Even without teaching, she should have been able to understand some through exposure, right? She has been in contact with humans since the beginning of this year, and a year has passed, yet she hasn't spoken a single word of human language, nor has she shown any inclination to understand human language, not even a single word of Chinese. This is rather abnormal.

By this time, the car had already left the Hofburg area, but the young man was still on the roof of the car, showing no intention of getting off.

The "whoosh" sound from the roof of the car continued until it reached the airport before disappearing.

As the car came to a stop, the young man jumped off the roof, completely ignoring the soldiers and officers who were there to greet Gisela, and ran towards the long-haul passenger plane parked not far away.

As Gisela opened the door, she said to the sergeant who was about to grab the little girl, "It's alright, let her look around and touch whatever she wants."

As the Empress of the Empire spoke, the leader of the German Confederation stepped out of the car.

The pilots, ground crew, and officers present all stood at attention and saluted Gisela with admiration and tacit understanding.

The pilot announced loudly, "Flight preparations are complete, and we are ready to take off at any time."

Gisela nodded, noticing that the pilot was trying to keep his attention from the two little ones who had gotten off the plane with Gisela.

At this moment, the accompanying officer named Hebert, who was also there to greet Gisela at the plane, asked in surprise, "Will this young lady be traveling with you as well?"

"Of course, these are newly recruited magic users of the empire, and the soldiers are very willing to see the empire's national strength increase." The number of magic users, in a sense, determines the fate of the empire, especially for many small countries, where having them or not makes a world of difference.

Finally, Hebert said, "Your decision is definitely correct; I was just being nosy."

After saying that, Hebert turned to Gisela and introduced, "These are the people who will be traveling with you to Turkey on the same flight."

“Hi, Mr. Bradley, it’s been a while,” Gisela greeted her North American correspondent. “I’m leaving the task of taking the promotional photos to you.”

Gisela and Bradley had known each other for many years. With Gisela's help, Bradley developed rapidly in the American media industry, and The Taste has become one of the best-selling newspapers in the New World and Europe.

"Alright, leave it to me. Also, wouldn't you like to take a picture with your daughter, Princess Mia? The people of North America have never seen your daughter before." Mia was not the Queen's biological daughter, and the British government at the time intended to cooperate with the Imperial government in releasing the news of the Queen's adoption of a child in order to help Gisela, who was still a princess at the time, build up her prestige among the people.

After all, a beautiful and kind-hearted princess is a persona that the public is happy to accept.

Of course, few people care about the murder case itself anymore, since killing for money is far too common in this era.

"Okay." Gisela said, then bent down and patted Mia's head. "Come on, it's time to take a picture with Mommy."

As Gisela took Mia's hand, the curious young man stood on Gisela's other side. Gisela smiled and nodded to the American.

The people around immediately and cooperatively made way, carefully avoiding being captured on camera. And so, Gisela was left with two photos, one large and one small, on film.

After taking the first picture, Gisela said to Bradley, "Wait a minute, let's take another one. See if you can get a chance to snap it."

Bradley pressed the shutter.

"Okay. Let's board."

As Gisela walked up to the gangway, she saw her fellow countryman staring longingly in her direction.