artillery arc

Chapter 566: Title of Five Swords of Music
After handing over the hungry and cold Plosson Army to General Dong, Wang Zhong led his small force and continued to rush towards the Sixth Army Headquarters.

On the way they encountered the Prosom anti-aircraft positions.

The trees around the position had been cut down, and the position had completely lost its cover. It was very conspicuous on the white snowfield, so the tank crew saw the 88 gun early on and were extremely nervous.

Wang Zhong determined that it was safe from the bird's-eye view, so he sat calmly on the tank and comforted the others: "Don't be nervous, the Proson people are scared to death when they see the red flag."

In fact, they were too cold to move. There was no one in the entire position. Wang Zhong switched to a bird's-eye view and realized that everyone was hiding in the only wooden house around the stove.

But that's not important!

The tank drove all the way to the anti-aircraft position, and only then did Proson reluctantly open the door of the wooden house and come out.

The first lieutenant who came out, Officer Prossen, was stunned when he saw the red flag. The soldier who came out behind him knelt down and raised his hands in surrender when he saw the red flag.

Wang Zhong turned around and shouted to the car behind him: "Tell them that we are not here to accept surrender. Tell them to raise the muzzle of the anti-aircraft gun to the sky and then go back to warm themselves by the fire."

The translator did so immediately.

The leading lieutenant gave a long reply, and the interpreter shouted to Wang Zhong: "He said the gun was frozen and couldn't move at all."

My goodness, isn’t this the same scene we saw once during the counterattack last year?
Wang Zhong: "Then let them find a way to block the artillery with something in front of it, at least to show the receiving troops that they have no desire to fight."

After saying this, he didn't wait for the translation to work, and directly patted the top cover of the tank: "Let's go, keep driving, to the headquarters."

The tank started again and drove past four intact 88 guns and four 20mm anti-aircraft guns.

After passing the anti-aircraft artillery position, the headquarters of the Sixth Army was not far away. Soon, Wang Zhong saw a large group of people marked as neutral from a bird's-eye view. They were all Proson soldiers who had no will to fight and were waiting to surrender.

Maybe because they were about to surrender, there were no sentries at the manor where the headquarters was located. Even after hearing the roar of tanks, the sentries just ran to the window of the house and looked out.

The barrier at the headquarters entrance was up and, unsurprisingly, seemed frozen.

The tanks drove straight into the headquarters compound, and no one has come out yet.

From a bird's-eye view, there are only three Prosen people in the headquarters. One of them is sitting behind the desk in the command room. His name is Wilhelm von Frederick and his rank is marshal.

Wang Zhong jumped off the tank and swaggered towards the gate. Sergeant Gregory and two UN reporters followed immediately, while the others were a beat slow to react.

Wang Zhong entered the headquarters and saw the first living person in the headquarters - a private, who was huddled in the gatehouse and shivering, wrapped in a blanket.

Wang Zhong: "Why don't you warm yourself by the fire?"

After Mike finished translating, the soldier replied, "The commander didn't even have a fire."

Because your commander was originally prepared to die to atone for his crimes, and to save his family by martyring himself for his country, and perhaps also save the families of his subordinates.

Wang Zhong did not say these words, but said to the people behind him: "Give him a coat."

So Gregory took off his coat and covered the corporal with it, and took away the corporal's gun.

Little Griff asked Gregory, "Aren't you cold, Sergeant?"

Gregory: "It's inconvenient to move around in a coat. I should have taken it off to prevent the enemy from playing tricks."

The coat of the Ant Army was very heavy and stiff, which made it difficult to move around. The Ant Army had the habit of taking off their coats before charging, firstly to facilitate movement, and secondly, if they died, the coats could be passed on to others, which was not as easy to replenish as other clothes.

Wang Zhong said goodbye to the first living Proson man, strode forward, and soon met the second living person in front of the commander's office.

He asked, "Are you the marshal's adjutant? Your rank is a bit low, and why don't I see your adjutant's sash?"

In Plossen's military rank system, adjutants have a special decorative ribbon, generals' ribbons are golden, and marshals' adjutants have a gold button on the golden ribbon.

After Mack finished translating, the Plosson replied, "I am not the adjutant. I just volunteered to stay and collect the marshal's body. The adjutant and everyone in the delegation have left."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows. Generally, adjutants are the general's most trusted people, just like Yakov.

He put himself in the shoes of Yakov and thought that if he were faced with this situation, Yakov would definitely stay and see him off.

It seems that the Proson army has reached the point where it is like a monkey scattering when the tree falls.

Live it!

Wang Zhong kicked open the door of the command room and rushed into the room with murderous intent.

Marshal Frederick sat behind his desk, crossing his legs and smoking, with the Plossen flag and the Imperial flag behind him.

Wang Zhong: "A defeated general is so arrogant."

Mike translated: "The defeated ones should figure out their position and stand up."

At this time, Ant's translator hurried into the room and frowned when he heard Mike's translation.

Marshal Frederick stood up slowly and straightened his clothes: "I thought you were an honorable soldier."

Mike: "I thought you would have more taste, not be like a country bumpkin." Wang Zhong glanced at Mike. He instinctively felt that this guy was playing with journalism, so he said, "Don't translate, let me translate it myself."

After saying this, he looked at the marshal again and said, "I came to your headquarters to accept your surrender in person as you requested. I have already given you the courtesy you requested. Now be happy."

This time the translation was completed rigorously without any errors.

Marshal Frederick: "Of course, of course. What are you going to do? According to ancient etiquette, I should take off my sword and hand it to you. The officers of the Fuso Empire also wear swords, but we have eliminated this backward thing.

"This is my service pistol. All the bullets have been taken out."

After saying this, Marshal Frederick came out from behind the table, walked in front of Wang Zhong, and handed him his pistol with both hands.

Seeing this, the photographer hurriedly took pictures.

Wang Zhong also took the pistol with both hands, but then handed it to the little Karlov who followed him in: "This is your reward, Karlov. Later I will ask the front headquarters to issue a certificate to prove that it is Marshal Prosen's pistol."

Little Karlov smiled broadly: "Really? Thank you, General!"

Frederick's face tightened. "What does this mean?"

Wang Zhong: "This little hero killed at least five Proson soldiers and planted many booby traps in your controlled area. Remember, it was not me who defeated you, it was the heroic city of Abavahan who defeated you, it was the heroic people of Ant who defeated you! I am just a part of the people of Ant."

Marshal Frederick smiled and said, "Whatever the victor says is right, but I personally like your speech, even though I know it is a common tactic used by secular people."

Wang Zhong: "Take this as a rhetoric, that's why you failed."

"Perhaps." Marshal Frederick replied calmly, "And then what else should I do?"

Wang Zhong: "I will take your marshal's baton. This baton will be exhibited publicly in Yebao as an important trophy. Just like you took my red flag to Prothenia for exhibition. Sooner or later, I will take back my red flag."

Marshal Frederick: "Isn't that a fake flag? There are traces of gunpowder burns next to the bullet hole. It can be seen that the gun was fired close to the flag. The headquarters is also fake, isn't it?"

Wang Zhong: "You figured it out, but you sent the flag back to the rear?"

"Yes, I knew from the beginning that this was a trick to keep me here and buy time for your counterattack." Marshal Frederick shrugged.

Wang Zhong: "Then why are you still..."

Frederick: "If I don't report the captured flag, the Imperial Household Ministry will come to arrest me soon. I know it's a conspiracy, but I can't do anything but move forward and step into it.

"I have to admit that this is a brilliant plan, which perfectly takes advantage of our ambitious emperor."

Since you've surrendered, you can slander the Emperor as you please, right?

Frederick suddenly thought of something and asked Wang Zhong: "Let me ask you a question off topic. Are you able to gather so many troops so quickly because of your special relationship with His Majesty the Tsar?"

Wang Zhong: "Your Majesty and I have no special relationship. I was just entrusted by my best friend to take care of her. That best friend has died in Agsukov. One day I will visit his grave, one day."

Visit the grave for him and my old father in this time and space.

Wang Zhong's expression was serious and murderous.

Frederick stared at Wang Zhong for a long time with a complicated expression, and said, "I wish you success, future Marshal."

"Thank you."

At this time, Mike couldn't hold back any longer: "Hurry up and drink the wedding wine, my partner can't wait any longer."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, now, Your Excellency the Marshal, we have a propaganda mission. We have to drink a cup of wine after the battle, just like the captains of the sailing warship era. Would you like to do me the honor?"

"Of course, I'd love to."

Wang Zhong snapped his fingers, and the wine glass and wine were brought over.

He and Marshal Frederick each took a glass, clinked their glasses, and drank from each other's cups.

Mike's partner took the photo as he wished.

Mike: "I thought about it and decided to call the article with the picture the Marshal of the Past and the Marshal of the Future."

Wang Zhong: "Okay."

Frederick looked back and forth at Wang Zhong and Mike with a puzzled look on his face. At this time, the translator kindly translated the conversation between the two.

Frederick: "This is not good. We should call them the marshals who make up the numbers and the future marshals. This is more in line with the actual situation."

Reporter Mike: "Okay! I accept this title. When the article is published, I will give you five knives, Your Excellency Marshal."

He thought about it and changed his words: "I will give you five knives of music now."

(End of this chapter)