Was this mission to win people over really so dangerous? Assad wasn't sure. At the very least, his start had gone quite well. With a back door opened by the Bulgarian garrison, he had smoothly slipped into a Montenegrin infantry regiment.
All this intelligence had been confirmed in advance. Nearly everyone in this infantry regiment had been released from Kingdom of Montenegro concentration camps, and had once been part of the Ottoman Empire.
The only regret was that they were all quite old, long past the age of recklessness. Years of hard labor had worn away their fighting spirit even further.
It would not be easy to persuade them to defect; at the very least, they needed a trigger.
That trigger had long existed. This Montenegrin infantry division was a complicated mix, so internal conflicts were naturally unavoidable.
The Montenegrins, the Serbs, and the Ottomans did not get along harmoniously. Without question, the Montenegrin and Serbian officers had joined forces to squeeze out these Ottomans.
Being ostracized alone would have been nothing, but when it came to weapons, equipment, and the distribution of military pay, there was no way to smooth things over.
This had all been deliberately arranged by Major General Wiki Clinton. The weapons and equipment issued to the Montenegrin infantry division were short by one battalion's worth, and the pay was short by half a regiment's worth—then they had been told to distribute it freely among themselves.
Years of labor had drained the fire from these Ottomans. When they suffered losses, everyone had simply endured it. But a shortage of military rations was something they could not endure.
As the regiment's highest-ranking commander, Wesley was in an extremely foul mood. In his view, they were only short by one-tenth of the food. If the entire division ate