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Chapter 700 The song sounded again in Loktov

Chapter 700 The song sounded again in Loktov
Yegorov put down the binoculars and checked his watch: "It's only been 12 hours since the attack began, and the gunfire has become sparse."

His chief of staff also went outside the city this time, looked at the setting sun and said, "It's a pity that it's almost night. The daylight hours are getting shorter in autumn."

Yegorov: "Don't worry, nightfall is good for us. We have the help of the local parish. The situation of the Prosen people will be even worse at night, believe me!
"We must end the battle before dawn tomorrow!"

At this time, the communications staff officer ran over with a telephone: "The call is from the Eighth Guards Army."

Yegorov: "It's Eugene, for sure."

He took the receiver and said, "I'm Yegorov, is this Eugene?"

Eugene's voice came from the receiver: "What's going on?"

Yegorov said in a haughty tone: "Why do you care about Loktov? You are still the mine manager at the mine, mobilizing young people!"

Eugene cursed: "My men include veterans from Loktov, and there are two more in my headquarters! Why can't I ask? Besides, we have to fight together. If you can't handle it, my right wing will be in danger!"

Yegorov then said seriously: "Don't worry, we will definitely eliminate the enemy's organized resistance before dawn tomorrow and enter the stage of clearing out the scattered soldiers. It will not affect the offensive of our army."

"Well, I wish you a pleasant homecoming—your home is in Loktov, isn't it?"

"No, you remembered it wrong." Yegorov paused and added, "Besides, everyone in my family has died. I am the only bachelor left."

Eugene was silent for a few seconds, then answered: "Don't give up hope, maybe there are still people alive. Besides, don't you still have Doctor Katya?"

Yegorov: "Katya... We are just temporary companions until we find our living relatives."

"She'll be sad if she hears that," said Lieutenant General Eugene. "Damn, the situation has really changed. We've all started to occupy the line and chat."

Yegorov also smiled: "If we continue to talk, the Inquisition will come to investigate the issue of our occupying the military line. So that's it. I wish you a smooth attack."

Eugene: "I wish you good luck in taking down Loktov, too."

After saying that, Eugene hung up the phone.

Yegorov handed the receiver to the communications staff officer and said with a smile: "This miner has the tone of a complete soldier. In Orachi, the fortifications he commanded the troops to dig caused great suffering to the Prosen people!"

Chief of Staff: "You said that outside Orachi."

"Did I say that? Well, maybe I did."

Yegorov raised the telescope again and observed Loktov in the fading light.

Suddenly, he said, "No, I can't wait any longer! I want to go in now!"

The Chief of Staff's eyes widened: "No! You can't go in!"

Yegorov waved his hand and said, "Go and complain to the division commander! I will only listen if the division commander tells me not to go! No one can stop me!"

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Filippov's car drove into the school campus.

"Take down those Plossom flags!" he said to the guards.

The guard turned around and shouted to the truck following behind: "Go get two people and take down the Plosson flag!"

"I go!"

The lean young soldier raised his hands, got out of the car, and ran towards the school building.

Filippov stood on the jeep and looked around the school that had been turned into a headquarters by the Prosons. “These Prosons really know how to choose.”

The guard pointed to the roof of the teaching building and said, "Captain, look!"

Filippov turned his head and saw the skinny warrior appear on the roof. He cut the rope of the Prosen flag with a dagger and threw it down.

"Wait a minute!" The church propaganda officer who was following the regiment came over, "Wait a minute, we don't have the camera ready! Let's do it again!"

Filippov: "What do you mean? We raise the flag again and throw it a second time?"

"No need to raise it. I understand the soldiers' resistance to raising the enemy's flag. What I mean is to take the flag upstairs and throw it again," the propaganda officer explained. "Then we can make a video."

Filippov: "Okay, you, take the flag upstairs and throw it again."

The soldier he randomly picked had a look on his face as if a fly was flying into his mouth: "Captain... this... that flag makes me feel unlucky when I hold it."

Filippov: "Don't worry, when we are awarded the red flag, you will be the first to carry it."

The soldier immediately smiled and said, "Okay, it's a deal, no regrets!"

After Filippov nodded, the soldier rushed over, pushed aside the soldiers who were trampling on the Plosson flag, and ran into the building with the flag in his hand: "The commander ordered us to throw it again. We need to make a movie!"

The little soldier doesn't understand the difference between a movie and a documentary.

A moment later, the Plossen flag fell from the roof of the teaching building again.

The publicity officer said: "Great! This time we've got it right! Add some more handles, pick two strong people, grab both sides of the flag, and tear it apart!"

Filippov: "You all heard it, who's coming?"

"I'll do it!" Dozens of people raised their hands at the same time.

Then everyone looked at each other.

A battalion commander suddenly appeared out of nowhere: "I think we should let the people with gold stars tear it apart."

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes and deliberately patted the Gold Star Medal on his chest.

Propaganda Officer: "No, it would be too deliberate to have a gold star. I think it would be better to choose a few younger ones with fewer medals to show the hatred of ordinary soldiers towards Proson. What do you think, Commander?"

Filippov was just touching his Venus, and was surprised by the sudden question: "What? Huh? I think it's OK."

Propaganda Officer: “That’s settled then.”

Filippov whispered to the guard: "What did he ask me just now?"

"Ask whether to let the soldiers with fewer medals tear down the flag."

Filippov said "Oh", and at this time, two young soldiers were selected and grabbed the Proson flag that was thrown down from the roof twice.

The church staff held a camera and pointed it at the two people.

The propaganda officer said: "I will count to three, and you will tear the flag apart. Don't break it in the middle, and do it in one go! This is very important! Otherwise, we will have to use a new flag to tear it apart."

Filippov: "Don't worry, there may not be many Prosens left alive in the city, but we have plenty of flags!"

The propaganda officer nodded to him, then returned his gaze to the young soldier holding the flag and raised his right hand high: "One! Two! Three! Tear!" The two soldiers worked together, and the Proson flag was split in half in the middle.

The two soldiers fell to the ground because they exerted too much force.

The propaganda officer gasped and asked the photographer, "Isn't this too deliberate? And doesn't it mean something bad if our soldiers fall?"

Photographer: "I can stitch it together, don't be afraid."

Publicity Officer: “Is that okay?”

"Sure, as long as you understand the basic principles of this video, you can splice it together at will."

"Okay, please!"

The two soldiers who tore the flag had already stood up. After hearing what the officer said, they asked pitifully, "You don't want to tear it anymore? We haven't torn enough!"

The propaganda officer said: "These flags are precious historical relics. We need to select a good one and send it to Yebao! In the future, for every Proson Division we destroy, we must keep a flag in Yebao!"

These words made all the soldiers look happy.

"That's great. When we are old, we can take our children and grandchildren to visit and point to the flag and say, 'That's what I captured.'"

"You're thinking about your children and grandchildren. Does Tonya from the laundry team know that she's going to have a son with you?"

"I think Cynthia, the nurse from the medical team, is pretty good."

"Humph, I'm different from you. When this is over, I want to marry a clean woman who has never been on a battlefield."

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Filippov glanced at the soldiers in discussion, got out of the jeep, and walked on the grassy playground.

Suddenly, the chatter in my ears changed.

"I think Natalia from the laundry team is great! I want to make her a bouquet of flowers!"

"Come on, look at the time and place. Now you can only pick baby's breath. Your bouquet is so small, just like your second brother!"

"Sokabuli! Let's go to the bathroom and compare now!"

"Don't worry, Vasily is carrying manure, we'll go compete soon!"

Filippov turned his head, but only saw his subordinates chatting.

Someone noticed the gaze and shouted, "The commander is looking at us! Stop now!"

Then the chattering died down and the soldiers looked straight at Filippov.

Filippov waved his hand: "Relax, don't worry about it."

After saying that, he looked at the grassy playground again.

The Plossans didn't use this part, so the grass grew almost knee-high.

Filippov suddenly felt something, took out his notebook and pen, opened it and wrote on the title page:
After two spring, summer, autumn and winter,
How many people have forgotten me?

How many people have left me.

I returned to my hometown, my temples were covered with frost.
My comrades are scattered all over the world, and only the medal on my chest keeps me company.

I walked along the weed-covered path and through the tall grass.

I want to take a deep breath of the air of this land,
I have long forgotten the taste.

The guard stretched his head to read and read the words aloud: "I have long forgotten the smell - isn't this the smell of grass? Oh yes, and the smell of bedbugs! I smell it!"

Filippov was about to write another line, but when he heard the guard's words, his poetic spirit was ruined.

He put away the notebook and was about to speak when a jeep sped into the yard.

There was a red flag on the jeep.

Yegorov's voice came from a distance: "Sukabulie, how come the Proson people treat you as the commander? Take off those annoying Proson signs!"

The car stopped, and the bear-like army commander jumped out of the car, and then saw Filippov: "Oh, it's your troops that occupied this place."

Filippov saluted: "I am more familiar with the terrain, so the division commander chose my regiment to lead the attack."

"Good! Good choice." Yegorov put his hands behind his back, looked around the playground, and suddenly said, "I remember that when you first arrived two years ago, you lined up here."

Filippov: “Yes.”

Yegorov pursed his lips and was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly he asked, "Do you remember the song you sang at that time? It was a song that was very popular among young people."

"remember."

Yegorov: "Well, sing! Sing for those who can't come back here!"

Filippov: "That's a summer song. It's autumn now and you're wearing long sleeves."

"Don't worry about the details." Yegorov waved his hand, "Sing!"

Filippov cleared his throat and sang:
"I remember a small provincial town
"Serenity, tranquility and melancholy

"There's a church, a station and a tree-lined avenue
"Sometimes I can see in the crowd

“That familiar dear figure.

"She was wearing a blue sunhat

"Wearing a blue blouse

"The figure of a girl in a dark skirt

"Oh, my fleeting love!

"Tanya! Tanyusha! My Tatyana!
"Do you still remember that hot summer?