On the evening of April 9, Reims, German Western Front Headquarters.
As the fighting at the front gradually stabilized, the German military was methodically breaking through the Anglo-French Allied Forces' lines. Oscar no longer needed to remain at the front; returning to headquarters to oversee the overall situation was the better choice.
That evening, the commanders of several army corps all arrived at headquarters.
"Gentlemen, the progress at the front has been fairly smooth, hasn't it?" Oscar asked, looking at the commanders.
"Your Highness, the 2nd Army Corps will need at most another three days to take Châlons-en-Champagne!" General Bülow, the 2nd Army Corps Commander, said.
Oscar nodded and looked toward General Hutier and the Duke of Württemberg.
The two immediately stated that the 3rd and 4th Army Corps were also progressing smoothly. Crushing the enemies before them and taking their designated objectives were merely matters of time.
Oscar was quite satisfied with the current progress of the war. Although the troops had suffered considerable casualties, what war was ever fought without deaths? What was more, this time their opponent was a first-rate world power. Achieving such losses in battle was already no easy feat.
"Your Highness, when can our 5th Army Corps take the field?" General Dithfurth, commander of the 5th Army Corps, was beginning to lose his patience. Watching the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th Army Corps clash fiercely with the Anglo-French Allied Forces at the front while they could only stand behind and watch the show was undoubtedly torment for a man like General Dithfurth, who wished to win glory and establish merit.
"General Dithfurth, the 5th Army Corps will be taking the field very soon," Oscar said with a smile.
Not only was General Dithfurth greatly invigorated, but General Bülow and the others were also stirred. According