History was sometimes astonishingly similar, yet everything had its own inevitability.
"Wasn't General Moltke taking too great a risk?"
Ron should not have been the one to question such matters. Though he was not a military genius, as a logistics expert he could spot the hidden issues at a glance. After all, no large-scale military operation could possibly be concealed from logistics.
Moltke the Elder was not surprised by Ron's reaction. As for why he had not been informed beforehand—it was because there were too many Austrian Empire spies within Prussia. For the sake of secrecy, only three people truly knew the entire plan.
"General Ron, look at this: our border with the Austrian Empire stretches over a thousand kilometers. We alone have eighteen major fortresses, while Austria has twice as many on its side."
Ron interrupted Moltke the Elder at this point.
"Didn't you understand what the Chancellor said? We only need to hold out for two or three months, and we will be the final victors.
There is no need for us to attack. We only need to wait at ease for the exhausted enemy."
Moltke the Elder's expression did not change.
"Minister, have you finished?"
Ron nodded, somewhat reluctantly.
"Minister, the Chancellor truly has a keen eye. That is why he chose me."
Moltke the Elder made no attempt to conceal his confidence in his own talent.
That was also what Bismarck valued in him. An ordinary genius might already have lost thirty percent of his nerve before a formidable enemy like the Austrian Empire, but Moltke the Elder would not.
"But I must say that the Chancellor is not a professional soldier. His notion of waiting at ease for the exhausted enemy is far too idealistic.
Real war is not a rigid, by-the-numbers sketch. It is