I Became the Last Princess of the Brown Bear Kingdom

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The Allied Forces’ spy. The shadowy independence army. The figure who dealt the greatest blow to the Japanese imperialists among the independence forces and contributed to the victory of the Allies.

Master Mo Jeong-gu, who left behind various famous quotes and earned immense respect from the 21st-century Koreans.

Surely, he was a figure joining the expedition to Siberia in the beginning. So, did his history vanish and he came here as a military attaché?

Just like other great powers, it’s serious enough that they’re sending named figures. But really, Mutaguchi isn’t in a position where he can afford that.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the Imphal Operation, he wouldn’t be that famous.

Japanese officials, apart from Mutaguchi Renya, all seem to be naive diplomats, but believing them at face value is a mistake.

Japan is definitely dangerous.

If the White Army is a somewhat large egg, those guys might just try to take a shot at Siberia.

They’re the type to go crazy the moment Russia looks appetizing.

So, we have to question things.

“Isn’t he a military attaché?”

The Japanese diplomats seem unable to articulate their thoughts.

You can’t do that.

“Uh, that’s him.”

I hadn’t heard any news of Japanese military support arriving.

Can’t send troops, but maybe they followed the US military just to see the White Army?

Oh right, wasn’t I supposed to do solo reconnaissance when I had just become a junior officer in the Kamchatka Peninsula?

Could it be here?

Did he come here for reconnaissance and end up getting caught by me?

No, it’s Mo Jeong-gu after all.

The Japanese aren’t that voyeuristic of a people; he’s probably just intending to observe the White Army’s situation openly. Isn’t that it?

In any case, I don’t think this person is an enemy.

I lightly patted Renya’s shoulder.

“Mutaguchi Renya. You’ve got the look of someone who will accomplish great things in the future. Work hard.”

“Thank you!”

Mutaguchi Renya bowed politely in gratitude.

Our Mutaguchi Renya must do his best.

I’m not sure if the same occurrence will happen in this world, but in any case, judging by his achievements, he’s bound to make a significant mark in the altered history.

Well then, we should be on our way.

“Chief of Staff. How much has the White Army consolidated?”

“Yes. There are more than 1.8 million troops prepared to march on Moscow at any moment.”

Considering the situation of the actual historical White Army, they haven’t particularly conscripted like the Soviets, so this is quite a force.

I wonder how the Soviets are doing.

“Then let’s go.”

It’s been several years since I’ve been in this body.

I need to wrap up this damned civil war quickly.

And for internal control, I need to regulate the markets while also guiding things to avoid the damage of the Great Depression.

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Soviet Moscow.

With every step of the White Army’s military boots entering Soviet territory to cleanse the red plague, the fiends yelled out in anger.

The spread of communism wasn’t far off. Everything was crumbling due to the existence of that damned princess.

Recently, there were murmurs about how the reforms resembled the princess’s. What’s the point of you Soviets? Aren’t you just conscripting soldiers?

But it was at this moment that the White Army seized upon the gap.

In an instant, these reactionaries were flooding in from the south and east.

Even Yudenich, who had been so badly beaten by the enemy, was targeting Petrograd (Saint Petersburg) with his Finnish comrades.

“Reactionaries are coming from all directions.”

“Comrade Lenin, although we can likely fend off Yudenich’s army, we cannot halt the advance of Denikin’s forces from Southern Russia or Baron Beria’s army to Moscow.”

“Damn it.”

Lenin gritted his teeth.

He bit down hard on his lower lip, yanking at the few strands of hair left on his head.

Trotsky was no different.

The usual fiery Trotsky gritted his teeth and glared at the confused party members.

It seemed he still wasn’t reflecting on his mistakes.

On the other hand, Stalin remained calm.

He simply appeared tranquil, as if he had given up on everything.

Everything began to unravel following the execution of the Tsar’s family.

There were defeats in every major battle that needed to be won.

The battles of Yekaterinburg, Tsaritsyn, and Kyiv in Ukraine were all consistent losses for the enemy, which could only bully the Baltic States by Western offensives.

Then he let out a deep sigh.

“Damn it. So we don’t even have time.”

Stalin bit down on his lower lip hard.

This was all Trotsky’s fault.

No, wait. The princess’s movements were too swift beyond expectation.

It felt as if Stalin himself wouldn’t be given a chance to grab power.

Originally, this is how Stalin’s plan was supposed to go.

He would expel the repeatedly failing Trotsky.

Then, in Lenin’s name, even if meant handing over more interests to great powers, he would receive support or mediation to attain an armistice.

After that, he would turn Lenin into a traitor who sold out to imperialists to lure out a new revolution and establish his own Soviet.

This was the original plan.

Even though it would mean losing much in Russia, to the Georgian butcher, he still wanted that position however obtained.

After all, once those colonial empires fall later, they could band together to reclaim everything. That’s why he encompassed the bright minds of the Red Army’s core and did not spare any carrots to woo the officers from the imperial days.

But.

The princess moved too quickly.

Now there was only one method left.

To defend Moscow to the end while breaking the spirit of the White Army and negotiate for an armistice.

If we could exclude the support from the great powers, then the foundations still favored the Soviet.

From that foundation, we could grow.

“Given this situation, it’s uncertain whether that’s possible…”

Anyway, its a gamble.

From the start, Stalin hadn’t seen the revolution extending this far positively.

These fools who find it difficult to even discuss countermeasures seem to render even that gamble uncertain.

Yeah. In any case, we have to defend.

What remains for the Soviet now?

We need to utilize this point.

Although Southern Russia has fallen into the princess’s hands. The central area of Russia, the European part of Russia remains with the Soviets.

That means there’s a lot of population we can mobilize.

In that case, it’s not the time to sit still.

If the princess is coming this quickly.

We need to mobilize as many people as possible.

There’s no time for chatter.

“Comrade Lenin, this is not the time!”

“What are you saying?”

“The vengeful princess is bringing the reactionaries marching towards Moscow. We must stop her wrath!”

“But Comrade Stalin, we lack weapons.”

Indeed. We are short on arms.

We’re barely managing to produce weapons at the factories while struggling.

In actual history, Russia even sought to produce weaponry through other countries when war broke out due to their poor circumstances.

Now, the enemy. The Soviet Union is facing a situation even worse than actual history and there’s no place to get help nor is the situation regarding weapons any good.

Although they’ve made some tanks, it’s uncertain how many they can field.

They have absorbed some aircraft from the imperial air force, but even that’s just embarrassing to call an air force.

The absence of commanders is serious as well.

They’ve absorbed many officers from the imperial days, but that’s it.

The generals who gained much experience in war are still maintaining neutrality or have fled to the White Army under the oppressive Bolshevik regime.

Yeah.

The situation is dire, but there’s one advantage—sheer numbers.

The more the White Army expands its hold, the stronger the enemy also becomes. But the Bolsheviks are still everywhere.

This means the White Army will have no choice but to divide its forces to maintain order.

Conversely, what if we concentrate our strength solely on Moscow?

If the Bolsheviks conduct sabotage from the rear, it would be perfect.

“On the other hand, there’s an overflowing population. Comrade Lenin, if the workers endure, discarding their lives like dirt until their bullets and shells run out, then we have a chance.”

“Indeed.”

Bang!

Lenin slammed the round table with his fist and sprang up.

His face was extremely red.

Far more than when he first stepped out to make speeches to gather the masses for the revolution.

Fueled by rage, he looked at Stalin with veins bulging in his eyes.

“Do you mean we should throw the people as bait?”

“We have already suppressed the strikes with the Red Army, casting thousands into the river. Given the bodies that still litter the banks of the river, what’s the problem?”

The Soviets violently suppressed the leftist workers who had gone on strike.

As if reenacting Bloody Sunday, they were thoroughly shot down under bullets, buried by the Soviets for the workers, and thrown into the river.

Now, this Anastasia’s living history records the massacre as it’s not just historical.

“We should have suppressed the strikes!”

“Comrade Lenin, you need to be honest. If you originally wished for revolution, one must sacrifice oxen to obtain a cow.”

Stalin whispered to Lenin.

For the Soviets to establish themselves, a certain amount of bloodshed was unavoidable.

In that process, blood from those opposing the Soviets was certainly necessary.

It’s the same even now.

To defeat the White Army, oxen must be sacrificed.

We just need to push the people until their bullets run out.

That is our only hope.

Above all, this will serve as quite an effective strategy against the princess.

The opponent is the last princess of the Romanovs, who might resurrect the empire.

There are side branches, but at least for now, there is no one but Anastasia with legitimacy.

For the princess to kill her own subjects.

This could be politically exploited in the Soviets’ situation.

Stalin emphasized this point.

“If the princess is right at the forefront, isn’t it just the same as killing her own subjects?”

To raise the morale of the White Army, the princess would surely make an appearance.

The Anastasia princess viewed by Stalin is like that.

Although she may not appear on the Ukrainian front, she will surely show up in the battle of Moscow.

“Desperate, we’ll end up fighting the princess.”

“Stalin, even numbers have their limits. We will eventually falter.”

Trotsky piercingly interjected into the good atmosphere.

Yeah. That wasn’t wrong.

In the end, we will falter. Even if we have a great number, it’s not overwhelmingly so.

But still, Stalin had a plan.

It was evident that the princess would move personally for the upcoming battle of Moscow.

“Do I not know that? Comrade Lenin is here. The arrival of the princess is not only a morale boost for them but also crucial for us.”

“Stalin, what do you mean?”

“When their armies push into Moscow, what if our cavalry moves back to capture the princess?”

Yeah. It’s a kind of gamble.

Thus far, they’ve managed to elude assassination threats, but if the plan succeeds and they capture the princess, then they can surely shake the White Army’s focal point.

This was, in essence, Stalin’s last plan for a reversal of the Soviets.

“Yeah. There’s a possibility.”

“We could turn the tide.”

For that, the performance of the cavalry unit organized this time would be vital.

Especially since this cavalry was made up of those who bore grudges against the Romanovs, all they hope for is to do the job properly.

“Comrade Budyonny, your cavalry’s performance is important.”

“This time for sure. I will risk my life to capture the princess.”

Budyonny had not forgotten the humiliation of Ukraine.

The shame suffered at the hands of Ungern’s Asian Cavalry Division.

Thus, he assembled the strongest cavalry from the Red Army with the utmost determination to win.

While other armies might falter, his cavalry, along with the Cossacks, would never lose.

“Then let the defense of Moscow be led by Comrade Mikhail Frunze.”

“Yes, comrade.”

Mikhail Frunze was appointed to lead the Moscow defense after successfully gathering the remnants of Alexander Yegorov’s troops and repelling the attacking White Army.

Thus, the Battle of Moscow was about to commence.

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