The "Landslide" of the Uprising World (Part 1)

Inside Kraków.

Although the arsenal had been blown up, Landry Promis wasn't panicking. He had a backup plan, but he couldn't let his "soldiers" go empty-handed, either.

As it happened, the student council president of Kraków University spoke up. Though the kid usually carried himself like a leader, the moment he faced a real problem, his true colors showed.

Landry Promis liked this sort of person best. He remembered the kid's name was Brzezina.

"President Brzezina—oh, no, Commander Brzezina. I, Landry Promis I, hereby formally appoint you commander of the Kraków City Defense Force. Do a good job! I have faith in you!"

"Your Majesty! I'll live up to your expectations!" The newly appointed Commander Brzezina trembled with excitement, though he still asked with some concern,

"But the arsenal's been blown up. What should I do?"

"Commander, there are weapons in the city besides those in the arsenal." Landry Promis patted Commander Brzezina on the shoulder, his expression meaningful.

The old Polish general and his men stood nearby, utterly bewildered. Landry Promis had first broken his promise and failed to establish a republic, becoming instead some damned Landry Promis I.

Everyone knew that the Polish throne belonged to the House of Saxony. Even if they really defeated Russia, Prussia, and Austria, they would still have to fight Saxony over the Polish succession.

More importantly, General Bem still didn't seem to have an official military post.

Still, it had to be said that not all the Polish Restorationists were so hopeless. Take General Bem, standing right there. Though the Polish Restoration Army had taken Kraków with almost no bloodshed, the real challenge had yet to come.

There were a hundred thousand Austrian troops in Galicia. They had sent people to blow up the railway tracks, but even on foot, the enemy