artillery arc

Chapter 553 "It's over, it's over"

November 11, Abawa Air Front Command.

Pavlov handed a document to Wang Zhong: "The heavy snow still seriously interfered with our troop assembly and ammunition storage. Although we mobilized one million people to clear the snow along the railway, the trains were still seriously delayed."

Wang Zhong: “What about other modes of transportation?”

"We mobilized three million people for transportation, and more than two thousand people died in the heavy snow alone, but we were still delayed. If the attack was set on the 10th, we would really miss it." Pavlov returned to his seat, picked up the hot coffee, and covered his hands to keep warm.

Wang Zhong: "There are still 11 days left."

Popov suddenly slammed the table and said, "Damn it, I've read all the heroic deeds they collected recently in the local church. I really want to fight back today and rush up to kill these Prosen people!"

"It's snowing heavily." Wang Zhong soothed him, "If you really think so, you should have driven the small tank with me a few days ago."

Pavlov: "Don't! You are already enough for our front as a senior general who will take risks on the battlefield! Oh, by the way, I arranged for the Guards' 1st Mechanized Infantry to be replaced today. The enemy will not be able to react in the heavy snow."

Wang Zhong: "How many casualties did they suffer?"

"The reduction in personnel is less than half." A loud voice came from the door.

Wang Zhong turned his head and saw a polar bear.

"You should shake off the snow first," he said, "and don't shake my headquarters. It's cold enough inside. If the snow melts and the temperature drops, it will become an ice cave."

The polar bear nodded: "Okay, I'll be back soon."

It turned around and struggled outside for a while, then Yegorov walked into the headquarters with a conspicuous bandage on his head: "The snow is really heavy. If someone faints in the snow, they will be buried in a few seconds."

Wang Zhong: "What unit is the one that is replacing the guard?"

"The 515th Infantry Division is a group of guys who dream of having the title of Guards. Don't worry, they can hold the Nameless Hill."

Wang Zhong: "So many brave soldiers have sacrificed their lives. This nameless hill should have a name. When the war is over, I will build a statue there."

"A group portrait of soldiers?" Popov nodded. "Sure, we can discuss it after the war is over."

Wang Zhong: "No, that's where the counterattack starts. I want to build a statue of the motherland holding a sword high, with one hand holding a sword and the other pointing at Prosinia. The counterattack starts from here!"

Yegorov laughed: "Hahahaha, this is great. When I bring my son or daughter to the statue in the future, I can say that my father was stationed here and exceeded his mission here!"

Pavlov: "How about making the statue out of steel? Just use the helmets, weapons and tanks that the enemy dropped on the hill, melt them down and recast them into a statue!"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, the iron statue is too troublesome to maintain, and it can't be preserved long enough. If human civilization perishes in the future, it will gradually disappear.

"I think the steel should be made into farm tools, used to cultivate the land and restore our homes. Statues and the like should be made of marble."

Turning swords into plowshares is so romantic and in line with the aesthetic taste of Wang Zhong, a Seres.

Popov: "That's great! When the war is over, I will apply to come here and supervise this matter."

The war is over. Everyone in the headquarters stopped when they heard Popov say this.

The end of the war, for the first time, was not just a simple wish, but a fact that was bound to happen.

Yegorov slapped his thigh and said, "The Prosons said that this offensive would end the war. I didn't expect them to be right. This battle did end the war, but not in the way they imagined!"

Wang Zhong: "Now is not the time to relax. We should use our remaining courage to pursue the enemy instead of seeking fame by imitating the tyrant."

Everyone was stunned. The translator and the cook that Wang Zhong brought back from the United States were not there at the moment, and no one could understand this Serious language.

This is the effect Wang Zhong wants.

He looked at Yegorov and changed the subject: "Your mission is complete. You and the soldiers of the First Mechanized Infantry should go to rest and recover from your injuries."

Yegorov stood at attention and saluted Wang Zhong: "Comrade Alexey Konstantinovich Rokosov, commander of the front, the 1st Guards 'Red Banner' Mechanized Infantry Division requests to end combat duty, division commander Yegorov!"

Wang Zhong stood up and saluted him back: "Approved, thank you for your hard work."

Yegorov put down his hand and turned to walk out.

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute! Eat your meal before leaving. Communicator, ask the kitchen to prepare noodles."

Yegorov was wrong and said, "There's no need for that. There's plenty of hot food in the rear. We're not heading to the front."

"It's a beginning and an end. You are the first commander who ate my meal and came back alive." Wang Zhong controlled his expression, "Finally you are the first one to come back, otherwise my meal would really become what they call the last meal before execution. It's so delicious."

Yegorov: "That's really delicious. OK, let's eat it again. So what is it today? You just said noodles? Are Seris noodles different from our noodles?" "Of course they are different. Although my chef is from the south of Seris, he can also make noodles with gravy. You have to try it."

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November 11, Plossen Sixth Army Headquarters.

Admiral von Frederick looked out the window and saw that the snow had finally stopped.

He said to the orderly, "The snow has stopped. At least General Winter won't hinder our retreat."

Orderly: "I'm more concerned about whether our supplies can be restored after the snow stops. I don't want to eat compressed biscuits with Ante pickles anymore."

Admiral Frederick: "After retreating to Shepetovka, there will be not only delicious food, but also Proshen sausages. Everyone can eat and become fat, all of us!"

After saying this, he left the room in high spirits and headed straight for the headquarters. The first thing he said when he entered the headquarters was: "Did the headquarters call back? Has our withdrawal application been approved?"

The Chief of Staff held the receiver and looked at Admiral Frederick seriously: "General, it's the Emperor's call."

Frederick frowned slightly and even slowed down his pace.

But he couldn't really refuse to answer the emperor's call, so he could only reluctantly go to the phone and pick up the receiver: "This is Frederick."

"Are you ready for a new attack? I see the weather forecast says it will clear up today." Emperor Proson said on the other end of the phone.

Frederick glanced at the window. It was indeed clear outside, with some winter sunshine even filtering through the glass.

He had no time to appreciate the scenery, and replied in a cautious tone: "Our supplies have not been delivered yet. The troops have been hungry and freezing for several days. Many people have died directly in the ice and snow."

In extremely cold weather, the body's stored fat would be severely consumed to maintain body temperature, but at this time the entire Sixth Army had no food to eat.

The result was that many soldiers starved to death.

Many of the soldiers who survived also suffered from frostbite.

In addition, many people caught colds and had fevers, and some simply did not eat properly and had gastrointestinal problems, which incidentally induced high fevers.

Frederick's Sixth Army now has a lot of sick soldiers. Even if the weather warms up immediately, they will not have the strength to attack.

What's more, the temperature is still around minus 40 degrees Celsius - even though the sun is out, it's no different from not being out.

Everything Frederick said was true, and it was impossible to attack at this time.

However, the emperor slammed the table - or something else, anyway, he slammed something hard and shouted: "You are freezing cold, and so is the enemy! At this time, you have to fight to the last breath! The armored troops I gave you are on the way, and when they arrive, you will launch an attack!"

At this time, the Air Force liaison officer came in and placed a bag on the table in front of Frederick, next to the telephone.

The chief of staff thoughtfully picked up the bag, unsealed it, took out the photos inside, and after flipping through a few of them, his expression turned extremely unpleasant.

While listening to the emperor's angry curses on the other end of the phone, Frederick took a photo from the staff officer.

This is an aerial reconnaissance photo showing neatly arranged tanks. The pencil writing on the photo indicates that this is the situation on the other side of the Valdai River.

Frederick asked the Air Force Liaison Officer, "How many tanks did you photograph?"

"A lot, all over the other side, and because of the previous snowstorm, they seem to have neglected air cover. Our intelligence officer believes that there are at least 60 troops gathered on the other side of the Valdai River."

Frederick interrupted the emperor: "Your Majesty! I have the latest information here. The enemy has assembled 600,000 troops on the east bank of the Valdai River. They may counterattack! I must retreat immediately, otherwise it will be too late!"

The emperor cursed: "Ante has just deployed hundreds of thousands of reserve troops on the Western Front. They can't have 600,000 people. It's impossible! You have to know that your opponent is Rokosov. He built a bunch of fake tanks in Yeisk and deceived us!
"This must be his plan to deceive the enemy! If you believe it, you will play into his hands! He is very vulnerable now, you must attack, attack!"

Frederick was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "I'll try my best."

"Not try your best! You must attack with a resolute attitude and win! You are the closest to defeating Rokossov among all the generals! Attack!"

Frederick sighed quietly, and replied with a serious face: "I will complete your instructions!"

"Very good, if you need anything, just ask, the Air Force will fully cooperate with you."

Frederick tried to sound excited. "Really? That's great."

"Looking forward to your good news." After saying that, the Emperor hung up the phone.

Frederick slowly put down the receiver. "He doesn't know the authority of the three armies, but he shares the responsibility of the three armies. Whenever it comes to important junctures, he always directly interferes with the command! It's over, it's over!"

(End of this chapter)