"Send a telegram to Marshal Hindenburg and have him speed up the extermination of those guerrillas!" Oscar ordered.
Whether the Buru envoy had come because of those guerrillas or not, Oscar could not afford to let down his guard. To ensure Germany's interests and security, it would be best to wipe out all those guerrillas. That would make it easier for Germany to control those new territories. After all, once the Bolshevik Party members had been purged, the remaining common people at the bottom would be much easier to deal with.
"Yes, Your Majesty. But it is the depths of winter now. Wouldn't it be somewhat inappropriate to mobilize the army on such a large scale at a time like this?" Although Wachth was the Foreign Minister, he did not lack all military common sense.
"Don't worry. Marshal Hindenburg and the others will be prepared! Besides, there aren't many guerrillas left anyway. There is no need to deploy many troops at all. Just have the elite units handle it!" Oscar said.
Ever since he had taken command of the 8th Army Corps, he had deliberately cultivated elite troops. Every battalion had an elite reconnaissance platoon, every regiment had an elite Reconnaissance Company, and every division had an elite Reconnaissance Battalion. In the next phase, he also planned for every army group to establish an elite special forces unit. These elites of the battlefield could play an even greater role.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Wachth nodded. Since Oscar had already said so, he said no more. He believed the Empire's army would handle everything properly.
"Your Majesty, the Buru envoy has requested an audience with you. Should we agree?" Wachth asked.
Oscar pondered for a moment. "Joseph is an old friend of ours. It would not be very appropriate to refuse to