After the Germans issued their ultimatum, governments across Europe sprang into action. The moment that would decide their fates had arrived!
Bulgaria was no exception. Ferdinand immediately convened an expanded high-level meeting; everyone from both the military and political spheres who could make it came.
Of course, this was not a war council. Ferdinand was not so brain-dead as those characters in television dramas who waited until war was about to begin before making battle plans!
The General Staff had drawn up plans more than a decade earlier. They had merely been revising and refining them ever since, and they were now exceedingly detailed.
In truth, this was only a routine prewar meeting. The frontline officers truly responsible for directing the fighting had long since gone to the front. The moment Ferdinand gave the order, an offensive could begin at once.
Ferdinand said calmly, "Prime Minister, tell us about the state of our material reserves first."
Yet his tone still revealed the tension in his heart. More than twenty years of painstaking preparation, all for this single moment of eruption!
A world war was not so easily fought. Taking part in one personally was an entirely different experience from being a keyboard warrior. The disparity in strength between the Alliance and the Entente was nowhere near as immense as later generations imagined. "The odds are fifty-fifty"—that was the view of many at the time!
And indeed, that was the case. At least in the opening stages of the war, both sides had equal chances of victory! Without question, the longer the war dragged on, the greater the Entente's odds became, given its abundant resources!
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Konstantin replied.
"As of now, we have stockpiled 18.47 million tons of grain, more than 85 percent of it rye, along with