artillery arc

Chapter 600 Valkyrie Club

March 916, 3, Germania, 20 o'clock at night (from now on, the time expressions of the front and rear will be distinguished by military time and civilian time, and 2300 is the military timekeeping method).

The car of Marshal Goron, commander of the Southern Army Group, was stuck in the middle of the road.

"What's going on?" he asked.

The adjutant immediately opened the passenger door and got out of the car: "I'll go take a look at the front."

The Marshal waved his hand.

The adjutant immediately trotted forward along the road.

At this moment, the door of the back seat where the marshal was sitting suddenly opened, and an officer wearing a motorcycle unit leather jacket got in.

Because the leather jackets of motorcycle troops are particularly handsome, many officers will prepare them at their own expense. Especially in a place like Germania where colonels are as numerous as crucian carp and generals are everywhere, there are a lot of officers who will spend money to buy handsome custom-made uniforms.

Marshal Goron glanced at the person who got on the bus and said, "I don't think I know you, young man. Did you get on the wrong bus?"

"That's right. I'm Colonel Berg from the High Command's Reserve Service Administration. I'm here to see you."

Marshal Goron raised his eyebrows and said, "Why is the Reserve Administration looking for me? Now that the general mobilization has begun, isn't this your busiest time?"

"Yes, that's why we came to you, for the future of Proson."

The marshal was silent for a second, then said to the driver in the driver's seat: "Hank, go to the boutique cigarette store on Marion Street ahead and buy me a pack of cigarettes."

"Yes." The driver immediately opened the door, got out of the car, and trotted away.

Only the Marshal and Colonel Berg were left in the car.

Marshal Goron: "It will take at least five minutes for him to come back. My adjutant will probably go with him when he sees him, so you have five minutes."

Colonel Berg: "Marshal, I believe you already know the latest plan. How many troops has His Majesty promised you?"

Marshal Goron hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "He said he would give me three times the number of troops that Rokossov has."

"Rokossov has at least 1.1 million men. Even if we use this lowest and most conservative estimate, they will have to cram 3.3 million men into your army. Even if they really mobilize so many men, can they fit them into the battle line? Rokossov still likes generals who use heavy artillery. Isn't such a high-density army the result of heavy artillery?"

Marshal Goron remained silent and looked forward.

Colonel Berg sighed: "We have a small gathering at the Valkyrie Officers Club. If you are interested..."

Marshal Goron: "It is indeed impossible to deploy 330 million troops on the front line. Even if these troops are deployed in echelons, there is not enough supply to supply them. We all know that even with the enhanced transportation capacity of Khazaria, it can only support a maximum of million troops.

"Rokossov's million-strong army is not all deployed around Borsk. His army started from Yarvik and was deployed all the way to Borsk. For this offensive operation, about one million troops will be enough."

Colonel Berg looked at Marshal Goron and asked, "So what do you think of the promise to triple your troops?"

Marshal Goron fell silent again.

Colonel Berg continued, "This shows that someone - I mean, His Majesty has lost the most basic judgment ability. He has been so shocked by last year's failure that he has lost his mind!"

"Stop talking." Marshal Goron interrupted Colonel Berg. "My adjutant and driver will be back soon. You can go down. I will pretend that I have not heard your words."

Colonel Berg: "Have you ever thought about what will happen if the attack fails? Have you ever thought about what will happen to Proshen in a few years?"

When he finished speaking, the adjutant and the driver had already arrived, but the adjutant realized something and grabbed the driver, and the two of them stopped outside the marshal's Mercedes-Benz limousine.

Marshal Goron: "A soldier's duty is to obey orders. Since Your Majesty asked me to attack Rokosov, then I will attack. As for why Marshal Celtic made such an outrageous promise in front of Your Majesty, I think he also has his difficulties."

Colonel Berg: "I am a colonel in the Reserve Administration. I know the situation best. 50 divisions can be organized, but there are many people among them who have never participated in reserve training after retiring! They have been out of the army for many years. How can they recover their combat skills after only three months of training? The most important thing is that they are old! They have gained weight in their daily lives!

"After three months of training, we'll be lucky if we can get rid of the fat on their bellies!"

Marshal Goron: "I know. I have been in the army for many years. You don't need to tell me this."

Colonel Berg: "There are still tanks. Look up at the sky now. Do you think the night is illuminated by lights? No, it is the fire ignited by the enemy's bombing. The fire from the daytime bombing has not been extinguished yet, and the night bombing of the United Kingdom is coming soon!"

Just as he finished speaking, the shrill air raid sirens sounded, along with the sound of anti-aircraft guns firing.

Looking out the car window, you can see the beams of light from the searchlights lighting up the already red night sky.

Colonel Berg: "We have a large number of fighters, but the enemy has hundreds of bombers at a time, forming a new formation called a box formation. Fighters can't break into it! General!"

Marshal Goron: "It's time for you to get off the bus. I remember your meeting address, the Valkyrie Club. Let's go now."

Colonel Berg opened the door and got out. He looked at the marshal one last time before he closed the door. Seeing this, the adjutant got in the car with the driver and reported: "The fire brigade has blocked the road ahead. We have to take another route."

The driver turned around and said, "Marshal, the cigarettes you asked for."

The marshal took the cigarette and put it directly into his pocket without any intention of smoking it.

At this time, an explosion was heard in the distance.

Adjutant: "From the sound of it, they are bombing the factory area. Tank production is going to be reduced again."

Marshal: "This is Prosonia. If you told me this two years ago, I would never believe it. Why would the Fuso Empire want to provoke the United States?"

Adjutant: "Why should we provoke Ant?"

"Don't say such things that will cause the Imperial Household Ministry to arrest you. Think about your wife and children." The marshal said lightly.

"You are right to remind me." The adjutant took a deep breath and looked at the driver worriedly.

The driver looked as if he had heard nothing.

Marshal: "Can you change the route?"

"Yes, I found a road on the side that is open. It is blocked by military police, but you should be able to pass with your ID."

"Then let's take this route." Marshal Goron hesitated, "Let's go straight home and not go to the Officers' Club!"

"Aren't you going to play bridge tonight?"

Marshal Goron: "Looking at the burning city and the crying people outside, you want me to play bridge and dance? No, no, I can't do it."

Adjutant: "Shouldn't you be careful with what I said about the Imperial Household Ministry?"

"Then retire like Marshal Brian did? I think that's a good idea." Marshal Goron sighed, "Let Shiprin, who is not even fifty years old, take over this responsibility. At least he can run away with the Southern Army Group."

Adjutant: "General Shiplin has now been nicknamed the Runaway General, even though he was still known as the Annihilator last summer."

Marshal Goron smiled, but his smile was a little awkward.

Adjutant: "By the way, that guy who looked like Colonel Berg from the Reserve Administration? What's going on with him?"

Marshal Goron picked out some things that would not matter even if his adjutant and driver knew about it: "He told me about the 50 divisions promised by Marshal Celtic, saying that it was impossible to have an elite division composed of 50 veterans. Most of them were actually only different from the rookies in age."

Adjutant: "I see. Actually, we didn't expect to get elite troops. Rather, it would be good enough if we could just replenish our divisions that suffered heavy losses. But... have you read the daily report sent back from the front line?"

Each division of the Proson Empire reports the combat readiness of its military equipment every day, and the higher-level command will report the overall situation to the higher-level department every ten days.

Marshal Goron: "Look, if Rokossov launches an attack now, we may not be able to stop him at all, and can only rely on the mud to delay his advance."

According to the report just delivered on the 10th, each armored division of the Southern Army Group has only about 20 Type 4 long-barreled combat vehicles in place, with the others either waiting for repair in front-line repair shops or being sent back to rear factories for long-term repairs.

Generally, this kind of repair will take several months.

As for the newly added tanks, the answer is no. The High Command promised that the first batch of additional tanks would arrive at the front on the 22nd.

The Proson Empire has indeed mobilized, but it will take time for the mobilized power to be felt on the front lines.

Just like the United States, it entered a wartime system of total mobilization at the end of 914, but was still beaten by the Fuso Empire throughout the whole year of 915, with only one aircraft carrier left to support it. Its air force only recently began large-scale bombing of the Proson Empire.

The total mobilization of the Proson Empire would not take effect until at least the second half of 916.

While Marshal Goron was talking to his adjutant, the driver drove into the alley and ran into the gendarmerie blockade.

The military policeman holding a flashlight bent over and shone it into the car. When he saw the marshal's rank, he immediately stepped back and gestured, "Let it go!"

The temporary roadblocks were removed, and the gendarmes guarding the checkpoints saluted the marshal. Only the military dogs kept barking without knowing what was good for them.

After passing the checkpoint, the Mercedes-Benz car drove into the deserted alley.

The adjutant suddenly said, "The Equipment Bureau seems to have developed a medium tank. I guess they will invite Your Majesty and the senior generals in the capital to watch the first test in a few days."

Marshal Goron: “I hope they can make something lighter this time. The 70-ton heavy tank and the nearly 70-ton assault gun I saw a few days ago really made me worry whether they can fight on the grasslands of Khazaria.

"too heavy."

(End of this chapter)