in Russian Ukranian war with a system(AI version)

I stood at the center of the open field, surrounded by my troops. The six captains and their companies were already hard at work organizing the soldiers and distributing equipment. Their movements were swift and efficient, reflecting the military precision of veterans, not rookies. I could see the towering figures of armored vehicles being assembled, their massive tires grinding against the gravel, while anti-tank vehicles and transport trucks lined up like a formidable wall. The scene reminded me of something straight out of a battlefield, yet it felt strangely surreal. I wasn't even sure how I'd gotten here, or why I had this power.

After giving the order to settle everything, I instructed the six captains, along with Lieutenant Colonel Stanislav Petrov, to meet with me in thirty minutes. I also made sure to include the spies in the meeting. They were just as important as the soldiers, if not more so. Their role was not just about gathering intelligence but ensuring that our operations remained covert, especially in this chaotic situation.

Once the troops dispersed, I found myself alone for a moment, standing amidst the vast expanse of greenery and the distant mountains. The weight of my new position was starting to sink in. I wasn't just some survivor of a strange accident anymore. I was in command of an army. But where could this take me? Was I meant to fight? Or to rule?

The unfamiliar landscape stretched out before me. It was beautiful, yet unsettling. This wasn't my world, and I couldn't stop feeling like an intruder. The memories that had flooded my mind upon my awakening told me everything about this place—its politics, its history, its geography—but they didn't prepare me for the reality of commanding an army in a foreign land. There was so much I didn't know, and even more I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

I couldn't help but ask myself the question that had been gnawing at my mind since the moment I woke up in this new world.

I took a deep breath and focused my thoughts, speaking directly into the system's interface. "Hey, system, are you there?"

[YES HOST]

Relief washed over me. The idea of talking directly to the system through my mind was a small comfort in a situation where I had no one else to confide in.

"Can I talk to you directly with my mind?" I asked, just to confirm.

[YES HOST]

"Phew, thank goodness. I was afraid I'd have to speak in secret, like some lunatic," I muttered, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. "System, are all the equipment of good quality, and are the soldiers completely loyal to me, or should I be concerned about potential betrayals?"

[DO NOT WORRY HOST, THE EQUIPMENT IS OF TOP QUALITY, AND THE SOLDIERS ARE COMPLETELY LOYAL TO YOU. EVEN IF YOU ORDER THEM TO COMMIT SUICIDE, THEY WILL HAPPILY DO IT.]

I blinked at the response. The loyalty of these soldiers was... unsettling. But at least I didn't have to worry about insubordination, at least not from my own ranks. "Fine," I said, taking a deep breath. "Now tell me, why are all of them Europeans? Shouldn't I have soldiers from other regions of the world?"

[THAT IS BECAUSE OF THE CURRENT LOCATION OF THE HOST. IF I HAD SUMMONED A LARGE QUANTITY OF PEOPLE FROM OTHER LOCATIONS, THEN THE AUTHORITIES WOULD BE SUSPICIOUS. HOWEVER, IF THE SUMMONED BEINGS LOOK LIKE LOCALS, THEN THE NATION WILL SIMPLY THINK YOU RECRUITED THEM FROM THE AREA. THEY WON'T CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY OF A SYSTEM.]

The explanation made sense, but it still felt odd. I was in a foreign world, and my entire army looked like they belonged here. "I see," I muttered. "What about the equipment? Where did it come from?"

[THE EQUIPMENT WAS TELEPORTED FROM VARIOUS LANDFILLS AROUND THE WORLD.]

I froze, blinking rapidly. "Wait a minute... you said they're of top quality, but now you're telling me you got them from a garbage dump?"

[YES HOST.]

"Then how is it of top quality? Shouldn't it be junkyard material?" I asked, incredulity in my voice.

[WITH MY HELP, I RECREATED THE EQUIPMENT, MAKING THEM TOP QUALITY FOR YOUR ARMY.]

I let out a slow, understanding breath. "Okay... but are these supplies modern? Or are you giving me weapons from the 18th century?"

[THE SUPPLIES ARE MODERN. FOR EXAMPLE, THE ARMORED VEHICLES YOU RECEIVED INCLUDE KAMAZ TYPHON, ONE OF THE BEST ARMORED VEHICLES FOR MILITARY PURPOSES.]

I had to give the system credit for its ingenuity. But then another concern arose. "Wouldn't the countries be suspicious? After all, someone just got top-tier weapons without any noise. No purchases, no reports... just... here they are."

[DO NOT WORRY, HOST. I HAVE PLANTED A COUNTERMEASURE SO THAT THEY WILL BELIEVE THE EQUIPMENT WAS BOUGHT FROM THE BLACK MARKET.]

The idea of using the black market as a cover made sense, but it still felt a little risky. "Why didn't you just buy them directly from there?" I asked, wanting to understand why the system had taken the long route.

[BECAUSE I CANNOT CAUSE LOSS TO ANYONE. THAT IS WHY THEY WILL ONLY THINK YOU GOT THE WEAPONS FROM THE BLACK MARKET. NO ONE CAN TRACE THE EXACT ORIGIN OF THESE WEAPONS.]

I mulled that over. It wasn't ideal, but it was clever. The system had made sure that the authorities wouldn't be able to track the equipment, and that gave me some peace of mind.

"But what about the junkyards?" I asked, still concerned. "Won't the authorities eventually start questioning the disappearance of their stuff from those places?"

[HAVE YOU EVER SEEN YOUR JUNK AFTER YOU THROW IT OUT?]

I thought about it for a moment, then shook my head. "No... I guess I haven't."

[SAME WILL HAPPEN WITH THE JUNK. ONCE IT'S OUT OF THEIR HANDS, THEY WON'T CARE ABOUT IT. I'M SIMPLY REUSING IT AS I SEE FIT.]

I supposed that made sense. If no one cared about the junk they threw out, then the authorities wouldn't pay attention to its disappearance. Still, there was something unsettling about it. "What about the countries?" I asked, shifting gears. "What happens if the countries realize that some of their materials are missing from the recycling process?"

[DO NOT WORRY, HOST. I HAVE ALREADY DEPOSITED THE SAME AMOUNT OF MONEY IN THEIR FOREIGN RESERVES, SO THEY WILL NOT EXPERIENCE ANY ECONOMIC LOSS.]

"That's reassuring, I guess," I muttered. My mind was still racing with questions, but I had to move on. "And what about the soldiers? Are they well-trained, or are they like the new recruits—just fresh out of basic training?"

[THE SOLDIERS YOU HAVE ARE THE ELITE OF THEIR FIELD. THERE IS NOT A SINGLE TERRAIN IN THE WORLD WHERE THEY CANNOT FIGHT.]

That was the answer I had been hoping for. Elite soldiers meant that my army could take on nearly anything, and I could use them strategically in ways that most other forces couldn't.

"Good," I said, taking a breath. "But what about the spies? Why did you give me spies?"

[WAR IS NOT ALWAYS ABOUT FIGHTING, HOST. IT IS MUCH MORE THAN THAT, AND SPYING IS ONE ASPECT OF IT. EVEN IF YOU HAVE THE BEST GENERAL, IF YOUR ENEMY KNOWS YOUR PLAN, THEY CAN PREPARE COUNTERMEASURES AND DEFEAT YOU.]

I couldn't argue with that. Spies were just as important as soldiers on the battlefield. But then another thought occurred to me. "Why didn't you give me diplomats as well? They could help me form relationships with other countries. If I could gain their trust, maybe I could even rule a part of the world."

[BECAUSE YOU DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH SOLDIERS TO BACK YOU UP. DIPLOMACY HAPPENS WHEN TWO COUNTRIES HAVE SIMILAR STRENGTH. YOU NEED A HEAD OF STATE TO MAKE DIPLOMATIC MOVES, AND YOU ARE NOT YET IN THAT POSITION.]

I gritted my teeth. "So, if I want to even rule a small region, I'd have to fight a war with seven countries, including the Vatican?"

[YES, HOST. AND YOU WOULD NEED A VERY LARGE ARMY. IN THE COMMON THEORY OF WAR, YOU NEED THREE TIMES THE NUMBER OF SOLDIERS TO INVADE A COUNTRY. EVEN IF YOU MOVE TOWARD HUNGARY, YOU'D FACE SEVERE RESISTANCE, AND YOU AND YOUR ARMY WOULD LIKELY BE DESTROYED.]

I held my head in my hands. This wasn't what I expected. I had a long road ahead of me, and it wasn't going to be easy.

"Can we stop talking about this?" I asked, my voice a little strained.

[OKAY, HOST.]

I sighed in relief. "Now tell me, where is my second commander?"

[YOU ARE THE SECOND COMMANDER, HOST.]

I frowned. "You mean I'm a colonel? But then... who's above me?"

[YOU ARE THE SUPREME COMMANDER OF THIS BATTALION AND ANY FUTURE BATTALIONS YOU SUMMON. THIS IS WHY YOU WERE GIVEN THE MEMORIES OF A FIELD MARSHAL. TECHNICALLY, YOU ARE THE SECOND COMMANDER.]

A field marshal? That was... surreal. It felt so distant from who I was. But I had no time to dwell on it. I needed to focus on the next steps.

I looked up just as the six captains and Petrov arrived, standing at attention. The meeting was about to begin.

[OKAY, HOST.]