Prussia.
After Lothar's army assembled in Danzig, William's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
"Captain, do you intend to bring this army straight out of the Middle Ages and help us defeat the million-strong Russian Army on the Eastern Front?"
William felt as though he had been made a fool of.
Granted, while the Eastern Front was not as brutal as the Western Front, with Land Cruisers, airships, and airship carriers, an infantry division thrown into the meat grinder could lose half its men in a single morning.
But the most basic chainsaw guns, Armored Infantry, and magic-infused firearms were still plentiful. Moreover, the Russian Army had spent recent years building vast numbers of fortifications and strongholds along its defensive lines. If they launched a frontal assault, these armies still stuck in the age of cold weapons might collapse at the first clash.
After all, this was the colossal power that had once shaken Europe, defeated Napoleon, and was recognized as the world's fourth great power—not some colonial natives.
Besides, even colonial natives had begun equipping firearms in large numbers.
"Please be patient, Elector Prince."
Lothar gave William a deep look. As expected of Old Second William, who had been known in his previous life for being hot-tempered and impulsive. Even at his age, he was still so unable to keep his composure.
Since he had been able to help Texas defeat the British Expeditionary Force, how could William possibly think that was the extent of his capabilities?
"William, you're still the same."
There was no disappointment in Vivianna's tone—he had always been like this.
But William was not truly an idiot. He merely instinctively disliked Lothar, the man who had taken his sister away and left her unheard from for decades. Even he himself felt that this resentment had little justification.