artillery arc

Chapter 645 Homecoming
At two o'clock in the morning of July 7th, in the heart of the Proson Empire, the Eagle's Nest.

When the servant pushed the dining cart to the door of the emperor's office, he was stunned.

A large group of marshals and generals heard the sound of the dining cart's wheels, and they all turned around and stared at the attendants.

"Well," the boy was a little afraid, but his family had used a lot of connections to get this position as a palace attendant, so he couldn't make any mistakes. So he mustered up the courage to say, "The head chef of the palace asked me to bring a midnight snack. The royal physician thinks His Majesty must eat."

The marshals and generals were completely unmoved and just stared at the boy.

Just when the boy's courage was about to run out, the red-haired young general came over and took the cart from the boy: "Leave it to me, I will try to make sure Your Majesty eats as much as possible, but given the current situation, I'm afraid I'll have to ask the Imperial Sister to step in. Anyway, go down and rest."

The attendant boy was a little embarrassed: "I still have a lot of work to do. My shift is until six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Then go do your job," said the red-haired general.

The boy took a step back, bowed deeply, then turned and ran away.

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Giles pushed the dining cart towards the generals and said, "Everyone, you haven't eaten for a long time. Have something to eat."

Marshal Rundstedt said hesitantly, "Is this appropriate? Isn't this a midnight snack for your Majesty?"

GilAce: "His Majesty himself is here and will share these waffles with everyone."

The generals and marshals then picked up the bread and ate while talking in low voices.

Marshal Rundstedt: "To be honest, I'm not sure if the outcome would be better if we launched the attack as planned. Rokossov's technical weapons were already in place, and if we attacked he could still use his guards infantry and carefully constructed bunkers to delay us."

Marshal Celtic nodded: "The armored troops actually lost in the duel. I didn't see such a situation last year."

General Moltke was immediately unhappy when he heard this: "The enemy has a troop advantage, but our overall exchange ratio is still superior. When facing the Ante troops equipped with T34, we still have an exchange ratio of three to one, and most of the members have successfully evacuated the battle area by barrel carts!
"The Ante armored troops suffered heavy casualties because their T34 members had poor survivability and were too tightly packed together. One shot would kill half of them on average! On the other hand, we were often penetrated but only one person died or was injured."

Marshal Celtic: "Really? Then can I reduce the reinforcements to the armored forces and send more high-quality recruits to the air defense forces and fighter units?"

Marshal Meyer immediately perked up: "My fighter director Sir Aland will thank you, Marshal Celtic. Recently, the enemy's bombers have been escorted by fighter formations, and my boys have suffered heavy losses."

General Moltke hesitated for a moment and sighed, "Well, the losses have indeed increased recently, but that's because more and more tank destroyers like the Vortex are appearing on the front line! We still have an overwhelming advantage over the Ants in terms of technology and tactics.

"According to the confessions of the Ante prisoners, the new recruits of the Ante Armored Forces generally only have 60 hours of driving experience and less than three months of training. The Ante people also regard technical arms like armored soldiers as consumables!"

Marshal Rundstedt reminded the Director of Armored Forces: "We are not discussing whether our armored forces or the enemy's armored forces have better skills and tactics. We are discussing our losses.

"The fact is, no matter how much you emphasize our excellent exchange ratio, General Moltke, the enemy has worn us down and exhausted us. Damn it, did the Ants' tanks and soldiers grow out of the ground?"

Marshal Celtic: "The Allies provided them with a lot of machine tools and production lines, and helped train workers. The weapons and equipment of the United States also directly participated in the war. We destroyed many United States trucks and Willys jeeps, and seized quite a few."

Rundstedt: "Our allies only send submarines to ask us for technology and equipment. I heard that the Navy originally thought that their submarines had some advanced technology that could travel so far, and they were very happy to use their technology to build ocean-going submarines to attack the United States mainland.

"result!"

The marshal shook his head, obviously not wanting to continue.

When the navy visited the submarine of the Fuso Empire, they were overwhelmed by the stench on the submarine. The Fuso Empire did not have any new technology and could sail long distances simply because their sailors were good at endurance.

This news has spread as a joke among senior military officers.

Sometimes it is used to mock the emperor and cabinet members. After all, it was the emperor who initiated the alliance with the Fuso Empire, and the Minister of Propaganda and the Minister of Foreign Affairs also made great efforts.

Now the Fuso Empire keeps bragging about how many victories it has won, but intelligence obtained by the Plosson high-level officials from the "friendly countries" in South America shows that the situation of the Fuso Empire is not good.

In the past year they have had to retreat from several islands, and the aircraft carrier force that once performed miracles is no longer as powerful as it once was.

Just one year ago, the Fuso Empire claimed that it would reach the Suez Canal and join forces with Plossen. It is really amazing.

Perhaps they all thought of this unreliable ally at the same time, and all the officers present fell silent.

Finally, Marshal Rundstedt said, "We can't wait any longer. We should let the Southern Army Group retreat to Shepetovka and split the Army Group into two battle groups, A and B, and set up defenses along the Tiber River.

"In this way, we can hope to block the attack of the Ants by relying on the Tiber River. After all, the infantry units of the Southern Army Group have not suffered too much damage."

Marshal Celtic nodded: "Last year we found a way to build a group of fortifications on the west bank of the Tiber River. It should be able to stop the Ants from advancing before the Tiber River freezes."

General Moltke also agreed: "This way our supply lines will be shorter. With the capital of Khazaria, Agsukov, behind us, the supply problem that has been bothering us can be easily solved."

Rundstedt said immediately: "Then I'll ask General Moltke to convince His Majesty." General Moltke looked at Giles: "Obviously there are more suitable candidates for this task."

Giles nodded: "I'll go and tell him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the emperor's office opened and Wagner's famous song "Ride of the Valkyries" came from the room.

The emperor himself walked out of his office to the sound of a stirring melody. His expression, demeanor, and movements reminded people of when he agreed to the general mobilization half a year ago.

"Can Army Group Center hold the front?" asked the emperor.

Marshal Rundstedtjer immediately replied: "Of course, Your Majesty. The troops of the Western Front are not as elite as Rokossov's troops, and they don't have the damn Rokossov Type 1 heavy tanks. The armored forces we transferred from the Southern Army Group have blocked all the breakthroughs."

Marshal Celtic immediately added: "We estimate that the Western Front has suffered at least 100 million casualties in the past two weeks (this is the estimate of the Plossons, but it is actually not that much), and they can no longer achieve a decisive victory.

“Of course, they still took down some tiny ledges, but nothing too big of a problem.”

The emperor nodded gently: "At least we have defended the center of the front. Now we need to consider defending the Tiber River, waiting for our new recruits to complete their training, and waiting for us to come up with a design that surpasses Ant's new tank!"

The generals present all breathed a sigh of relief.

Until just now, they were still worried that His Majesty the Emperor would stick to his own opinion.

Emperor: "What do you mean by that expression? Am I such a person who cannot judge the situation?"

"No, we mean absolutely nothing of the kind."

The emperor snorted and said to the Celtic Marshal, "Draft the order and I will sign it."

The marshal immediately turned around and walked away with big strides.

Giles: "Your Majesty, supper is here. The royal doctor and the chef are very worried about you..."

"Well, bring it in. There are also waffles, share them among you. Today is a hard day for all of us."

Emperor Proson let out a long sigh.

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At 7 hours on July 9, 0300rd Infantry Army Headquarters.

"General, the commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Artillery Division who is supporting us has arrived." The army chief of staff said as he stepped aside.

The sturdy artillery division commander saluted Lieutenant General Eugene: "General! It is an honor to fight side by side with General Rokossov's old subordinates!"

Lieutenant General Eugene responded: "I heard about your deeds in Abavahan. It's not easy for an artilleryman to get the title of Guards!"

"We are just firing our guns, it's all physical work, but you are really admirable." The division commander paused, a little puzzled, "When I came in just now, I saw that your expression was a little serious, what happened?"

Lieutenant General Eugene shook his head. "Nothing's wrong. Everything is normal. I just... forget it."

The army group chief of staff Andrei said: "The general's home is in the direction of our attack. We can get there within a day by car."

"What? Are you from the Basque mining area?" The artillery division commander looked surprised.

"I'm the mine manager of Mine No. 3. The troops I originally led were the militia of the Christian Army formed by miners. They were reorganized into regular troops after I met the general." Lieutenant General Eugene walked to the window and looked to the northeast.

The division commander saluted Lieutenant General Eugene again: "Today, your hometown will be liberated!"

The lieutenant general looked at him and nodded slightly: "On behalf of those comrades who can never go home, thank you."

Then the phone rang.

Chief of Staff Andrei answered the phone: "Sixty-third Infantry Army. Yes, they are here. Got it, don't worry, Commander Davarich."

After hanging up the phone, Andri said to the commander of the 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Artillery Division: "Get into position and prepare for battle."

"Understood. We have already entered the position and are just waiting to open fire."

Lieutenant General Eugene: "One last check. Go ahead, Major General Davarish. See you in Prothenia."

"See you Prosonia!"

(End of this chapter)