artillery arc

Chapter 594 The sun is about to set in the west
On January 1, Wang Zhong personally came to the White Sea coast despite the opposition of Pavlov and Popov.

It was already sunset when he arrived, and the setting sun turned the white sea into a blood red.

Wang Zhong stood on the shore and suddenly wanted to sing that old song: The sun in the west is about to set, and the end of the Japanese is about to come.

The Proson Japs are also Japs, so there is nothing wrong with singing this song.

Watching the sun gradually set, Lyudmila came to his side and put her coat on him: "It's windy at the seaside, don't catch a cold."

Wang Zhong nodded, put on his coat, and looked into the distance again: "Roniezh is in that direction! The battleship that fired a 380mm heavy gun at me was sunk by the Royal Air Force of the United Kingdom with a Tallboy bomb.

"Of the many enemy generals who attacked our country at that time, I have captured more than a dozen of them."

Lyudmila leaned on Wang Zhong's shoulder and asked, "How long will it take before we can go home?"

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and then said, "It's almost done, Liu Da, it's almost done."

His thoughts took off with the sea breeze and flew back to Agsukov, hundreds of kilometers away.

He saw that in the Rokosov family's estate, old Duke Rokosov was drinking vodka and chatting with Crown Prince Ivan.

Suddenly, they both looked at Wang Zhong-Rokosov who was standing at the door.

They seemed to be talking about something, but Wang Zhong couldn't hear clearly.

Suddenly, Wang Zhong came out of his thoughts and found that it was Lyudmila calling him softly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Lyudmila: "I see you are in a trance, and your expression... is very sad. You are the commander of the entire army, the star of victory. I know you will be sad, but you can't show it in front of others."

Wang Zhong nodded: "You are right."

Just like virtual idols can only smile, the expression of the Victory Star must always be as hard and cold as steel.

Lyudmila hugged Wang Zhong tenderly: "You can stay here and put on a straight face. No one can see it except me. You can even cry."

Wang Zhong: "No, it's not that serious. I just suddenly remembered the past. I don't know if it's the past, because I really don't remember whether Ivan and my father had a good drink together. It should be, maybe they are real friends regardless of age difference."

If you think about it carefully, Wang Zhong, as a time traveler, lost Ivan and his old father in this time and space forever before he had the chance to get to know them deeply.

But Lyudmila is still by my side.

Lyudmila, the love of my life.

The only warmth left in this cold and cruel war.

I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Zhong pulled away and his expression completely returned to that of the “victorious star”.

Lyudmila stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled and looked towards the sunset: "The sun is about to set in the west."

The end of the devil is coming.

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January 1, outside the second ring road of Borsk.

Private Alexei looked at Borsk and said to his old platoon leader who had been taking care of him, "This city doesn't look that big, but it took us so many days to attack it!"

The old platoon leader said: "Don't you see how many permanent fortifications are here? They were built by Duke Meishikin when he was defending this place. In addition, in order to prevent the enemy from outflanking us, they built fortifications not only in the front but also in the back. This is what made it so difficult for us.

"But he didn't build these fortifications back then, and he couldn't defend it. Poor Duke, I hope he gets better soon."

The old platoon leader is good in every way except that he talks too much. However, it seems that all veterans are like this. It is said that with the presence of these chattering veterans, the morale of the troops will be greatly improved.

At this time, the shelling suddenly stopped, and the last wave of shelling created a cloud of smoke in front of the enemy line.

Alexei belonged to the second echelon. They stayed on the high ground and could clearly see the location of the smoke.

The private asked the platoon leader in confusion: "Why did you spray the smoke so far away from the enemy position? What should we do with the remaining several hundred meters?"

The old platoon leader laughed: "You don't know this, do you? This time our regiment has been strengthened with a good thing called Urban, but everyone likes to call it Rokossov's Hammer. This smoke is to cover the firing of that thing, not to cover the infantry!"

Alexei: "No matter how powerful this thing is, can it destroy the enemy's position in one go? The remaining 500 meters will be shot into a sieve by the enemy's machine guns!"

The old platoon leader laughed and said, "You were only added in January this year. You are so ignorant!"

The others also turned their heads and laughed at Alexei: "Don't worry, the enemy will be lying on the ground for at least 30 seconds after being hit by that guy! As soon as we charge and shout "Ura", they will be scared and run away!"

Alexei frowned: "I think you are making fun of me. Before I came here, the sergeant in the training camp said that we should not look down on the Prosen people. They are all excellent fighters!"

"The sergeant is right," said the old platoon leader, "but anyone would be confused if they were faced with Rokossov's Hammer. It's a pity that there are too few of them, and they can only be used for attacking strongholds. They are slow to reload, and they need people to guard them... Alas, sometimes they are not as useful as the flat-shooting B4!"

Alexei frowned, and at this moment one of the people who had just teased him pointed to the distance and said, "Look! That thing is emitting smoke!"

Alexey looked over hastily, but at this distance without a telescope he could only see a square, like a frozen loaf of bread.

The enemy's machine guns and anti-tank guns were firing wildly, but all of them were bounced away by the "Big Bread".

The hardness is quite consistent with its shape.

Then the thing stopped and adjusted the direction of the car body, as if it was aiming.

"It's coming, it's coming!" The people around were shouting.

Just as Alexei was about to speak, an extremely bright star rose from the ground, drew an arc and fell towards the city.

Xingchen sneaked into the three-story building that the enemy used as a defensive fulcrum.

Nothing happened in the first second, and then the light that burst out from the building engulfed the building in an instant. The roof with the Proson flag and a lot of dust rose into the sky and became part of the mushroom cloud.

Alexei couldn't help but yell, "Fuck!"

The explosion came a little late, and it was accompanied by a shock wave, and Alexei was almost thrown to the ground.

Alexi: "What is this? Is it the legendary Heavenly Sword?"

"No, it's just a lot of TNT, kid." said the old platoon leader, "But it can send the Prosen people into the sky and scare them to death!"

"I tell you, this thing can blow the Prosen people's tanks to the second floor! You really should see the photos. The church's propaganda officer was stunned and suspected that we took the initiative to move the tanks up there. How could we have the time to move that? It's a thing of more than 20 tons!" Alexei ignored his comrades who were talking, but stared with wide eyes at the first wave of attacking people who forced their way across a distance of 500 meters and rushed into the enemy's position.

The old platoon leader: "See! But I feel that the Prosen people will get used to Rokosov's hammer sooner or later, but now they are still in a state of being confused after being hit once."

At this time, an order came along the front line: "Pass it back, start moving forward! Prepare to enter the city!"

The old platoon leader immediately opened his voice and shouted to the other side: "Pass it on, start moving forward, prepare to enter the city!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tank they were riding in started up, thick smoke spewed out from the exhaust pipe on the side, and hot air blew on everyone's cheeks through the radiator.

Alexei was overjoyed: "It's finally warm! I'd be frozen into a popsicle if the tank wasn't running!"

The old platoon leader: "Stretch your muscles, new recruit! If you are still alive tomorrow, you will be a veteran who can lead new recruits!"

Alexei was stunned: "Huh? Huh?"

"Don't scare him, this is not the time in Abawahan!"

Alexey: What do you mean?

The old platoon leader: "It means exactly what it says. In Abawahan's time, if you could survive in the city for three days, you would be promoted to platoon leader."

Alexei: “Huh?”

The old platoon leader said: "Of course we have not experienced the battle of Abawahan. We only joined during the counterattack phase. But who knows if the city in front of us will become the second Abawahan?"

Alexei: "Don't scare me!"

Everyone sitting in the back of the tank burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

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January 1, Plossom Heart, Eagle's Nest.

Reinhardt covered his face. He had never looked so depressed since the war began.

On the map in front of him, Borsk had changed color, representing the 11th Army's regiment, which had retreated to the line from Primorsky Fortress to Leshenko, where it joined up with the rest of Army Group B.

Marshal Brian looked at the others, sighed silently, and took the initiative to speak: "General Shiplin claimed that he would defend the coastal fortress to the death."

Emperor: "What good is that? Long before Borsk was taken, Rokossov had blocked the land approach and in fact surrounded the rest of Army Group A.

"And our proud White Sea Fleet actually lost a heavy cruiser, two light cruisers and 11 destroyers in ten days! And 31 merchant ships!"

Admiral Duncan glanced at Grand Duke Meyer and said, "The Air Force has not provided us with enough air support! The enemy's bombers come and go freely!"

Grand Duke Meyer: "The Air Force has dispatched more than a thousand fighters in the past ten days! We are being entangled by the Ant Air Force! The enemy... The enemy has also started to have ace pilots! They are no longer the weak team that we can slaughter like shooting birds! What's more, they have the help of ace pilots from the United States!"

Grand Duke Meyer stopped, wiped his sweat and continued: "And that damn witch, she made us suffer enough during the air battle of the United Kingdom! Now she is fighting in the sky above Ant!"

"Enough!" the emperor shouted. "Enough! Send out the death squads right now to pick up the senior generals of Army Group A."

Marshal Celtic: "All of them? Then the remaining 200,000 men in the army group will be leaderless..."

Emperor: "We can't let Ante capture our senior generals, you idiot! Bring them all out! Bring out all the officers above the division level! Go and do this! I want to be alone for a while, everyone, get out!"

Everyone looked at each other, then turned around and left the room one by one.

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Late at night on January 1, General Steiermark was drinking alone in the headquarters when the door suddenly opened and several officers of the Asgard Knights in black leather jackets entered the room.

The general looked up and saw them, and sneered, "Why, come and give me some respect?"

"No, His Majesty the Emperor requires that all officers above the division level be evacuated by plane. Night flights are designed for this purpose."

The general picked up his glass and said, "I'm not going anywhere."

The officer leading the Knights glanced at his two men, and then his men rushed forward, took away the general's gun, and held him up.

"What are you doing? I am a general of the empire! How dare you! Let me go! I will live and die with my troops! How dare you! Let me go!"

The general was carried away like this, and the remaining knight officer took away the general's coat.

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Plossom Heart, Eagle's Nest.

The generals gathered in front of the war room again after a day. Marshal Celtic asked Giles who was guarding the door: "How is your majesty?"

Gilais looked worried: "He ate but didn't sleep. If all else fails, we can only ask His Majesty's sister to help. Her advice is always effective—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Proson opened the door and came out.

The whole place fell silent for a moment.

The emperor looked at Marshal Celtic and said, "Activate the mobilization order and start a national mobilization."

The generals present were all stunned because they had repeatedly urged the emperor to mobilize, but had been rejected.

Emperor: "What are you doing? Losing a million troops at once, even I know that we have to mobilize them."

The emperor sighed deeply: "If we mobilize now, we may be able to get a ceasefire. At worst, we can give Melania to the Ants."

Everyone looked at each other, and the Celtic Marshal was the first to answer: "I'm going to make preparations for mobilization. I'm leaving first."

Brian: “Me too!”

Then everyone ran away as if they were escaping, leaving only Giles.

The emperor's best friend said softly, "Take some rest. Angeloni (the emperor's sister) will be worried."

"Yes." replied the emperor.

(End of this chapter)