artillery arc

Chapter 713 When Proson Becomes a Wild Horse (6K)

Colonel Berg looked at the time. Marshal Werner had not called yet, so the assassination was most likely a failure.

The marshal should be busy protecting himself now, and the others are probably fleeing.

Berg began to doubt, can such a person really lead Proshen to victory?

Putting aside other things, since the assassination failed and Marshal Werner was sure to die, shouldn't he raise an army and give it a try?

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At this moment, Valkyrie Club.

Ottos Kutz, the leader of the Brandenburg troops, opened his eyes wide and asked, "What did you say?"

Marshal Werner: "The Eagle's Nest just exploded. In order to protect His Majesty the Emperor from the threat of the rebels, we should now capture the Eagle's Nest, as well as the nearby airport and station as quickly as possible."

Otto's face was stern, and his scarred face looked ten times more ferocious than usual.

"I finally know why I was invited to this 'special party' today."

At this time, Marshal Werner's adjutant rushed in and whispered something in the marshal's ear.

The marshal suddenly turned his head: "Are you sure?"

The adjutant gritted his teeth and nodded.

Otto saw all of this, and at that moment, he made a prompt decision: "Everyone, it seems that you already know. The Imperial Household Ministry has long discovered your conspiracy, so I am here today, and my troops have surrounded the entire club."

As he spoke, he drew his pistol: "You don't think the club's guards are a match for the Brandenburg troops, do you?"

In fact, Otto was so weak at that time that he had no idea that there would be such a "surprise" today.

His troops are at an air force base 20 kilometers away. Although the Brandenburg troops are currently performing the most disguised infiltration missions, they are actually paratroopers, that is, "air transport troops", so they are usually stationed at the air force base.

But Otto's ferocious face concealed all his guilty conscience.

Otto: "Very good, very good. For the sake of your honor, I will let my men wait outside for a while."

Marshal Werner: "Otto, we are all respectable people, you can put your gun away."

Otto thought, how can I prove that I am not in the same group with you if I put it away? Not only can I not put it away, I will also shoot someone.

But now all the officers in the club were behaving themselves properly, and taking the initiative to shoot people seemed very deliberate.

Moreover, when the gunshots were heard, the guards outside the club came in. If the guards came in but the Brandenburg troops didn't, that would be terrible!

After a brief thought, Otto said, "I can give one of you a chance to escape! We will duel with swords in the style of a Junker noble. If you beat me, you can leave the club. After that, it is up to you to escape to a neutral country or defect and fly to the Allies."

When Otto was in military school, he was a famous sword fighting champion in the school. His sword skills were not inferior to anyone. He was confident that he could kill someone with one sword in a few seconds, and then pick up the gun and strike a posture.

In this way, the chances of escaping from the current predicament were as high as 90%! The remaining 10% chance of being finished was because the Grand Master of the Asgard Knights was a suspicious person by nature, and he might kill everyone currently in the Valkyrie Club.

Damn it, Otto thought, he was only here to make friends and ensure that neither side was offended, why did they choose to start a rebellion at this critical moment?

"Anyone want to give it a try?" Otto asked, using his height to take down the decorative sword from the wall and throwing it on the ground. "I'll keep my word. I can even take you to the Brandenburg Army's airport and put you on a plane!"

The moment the words fell, the sound of a car braking was heard outside.

Immediately afterwards, the Plossen gendarmes armed with live ammunition and the Imperial Household Ministry agents in black uniforms rushed into the club.

Otto shouted as they entered: "Don't be nervous, I have the situation under control! These gentlemen will surrender gracefully!"

The Imperial Household Ministry agent in a long trench coat came up to Otto and said, "Sir, can you explain the situation?"

"I have always believed that they have a tendency to rebel. Today, their evil ambitions have finally been exposed. They actually wanted to murder the great Emperor Prosen. So I pulled out my pistol to stop them from continuing their actions."

The agent stared at Otto for a few seconds. "We will find out. Now please hand me the pistol, slowly and gently."

Otto obediently put the pistol into the spy's hand.

He sighed in his heart. He had done everything he could and left the rest to fate.

As for the fate of the Proson Empire, Otto actually didn't care much from the beginning.

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At the same time, the Allied underground liaison station.

The intelligence officer codenamed Diamond was welcomed in, and the station chief immediately asked with concern: "What's going on? We saw an explosion at the Eagle's Nest on the mountain. The fire was so obvious that it could be seen in the city."

Diamond picked up the stationmaster's cup from the table and took several gulps of water, nearly choking.

After coughing several times, he finally answered, "Emperor Proson was assassinated, most likely by the Valkyrie Club. The emperor was injured, and the other casualties are unknown."

Stationmaster: "Such important information, we must send a message immediately."

"No, there are radio detection vehicles everywhere on the streets. If we send a message now, we will be caught immediately. It is better to wait until the search is over. We can also take the opportunity to get some intelligence, such as who was killed in the explosion, and the impact on the situation of the Proson Empire, etc."

The stationmaster thought about it and agreed: "Okay, you can hide here for a while and don't go out on the street again."

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Colonel Berg checked the time.

Half an hour has passed since the explosion, and Marshal Werner has not responded yet. This can only be understood as a failure of the operation.

The fact that no military police or Imperial Household Ministry had broken into his office yet showed that the assassin had carefully disposed of anything on his body that could evoke associations.

Of course, with the capabilities of the Imperial Household Agency, it is only a matter of time before they come looking for us.

Colonel Berg came to the wine cabinet, and when he opened it, he remembered that his orderly had been missing for a long time.

He looked towards the door and thought, no way?
This orderly had only been with him for two years, so he didn't know him as well as the last one. Was the Imperial Household Agency already so omnipresent?
Colonel Berg took out the best champagne from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, and then smelled it like a professional wine taster before taking a sip.

Putting down the wine glass, he took out the dentures wrapped in a handkerchief. As long as he bit the dentures, the cyanide inside would spread in his mouth, and then the world and Proshen's future would all be far away from him.

He dropped the denture into his mouth as if it were a chocolate bar with a liqueur filling.

At this moment, he thought of his wife and children.

The Imperial Household Ministry shouldn't be so inhumane as to kill all three of them, right?

The thought suddenly seized Colonel Berg and made his stomach cramp.

Suddenly, the office door was kicked open.

The loud noise made Colonel Berg so nervous that he bit his dentures into pieces.

Controlled by the survival instinct, his body wanted to spit out the cyanide immediately. However, his reason told him that it was too late.

The Imperial Household Ministry and the military police rushed into the room together. The leading agent slapped the wine glass out of Colonel Berg's hand, then grabbed the colonel's neck to stop him from swallowing.

"Emetic!"

Another agent immediately poured a whole tube of emetic into Colonel Berg's mouth.

The colonel's body soon began to vomit under the effect of the emetic.

Five minutes later, the doctor who rushed over said to the agent, "He has been saved, but it will probably take a few days for him to recover to the point where he can be questioned."

The agent smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. We believe Mr. Berg will soon be willing to tell us about their conspiracy."

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three days later.

The emperor looked at the palace steward who had just entered the room and asked, "Is my sister okay?"

"Her Royal Highness has been very stable. She is very worried about you, Your Majesty."

The Emperor looked at the coffee in front of him and said, "I'm fine. I'll tell my sister that. What about Gil's family?"

"They have already arrived in Prothenia and are preparing for a state funeral. However, Your Majesty, Lord Giles has not yet gained enough military merit, and the decision to hold a state funeral is inappropriate."

"He saved me, isn't that enough?" the emperor asked.

The butler nodded obediently: "You are right."

The emperor pushed the cup in front of him away and said, "Call my generals in. Let's put aside the state funeral and talk about the counterattack this winter!"

The steward bowed and turned to leave.

Soon Plossom's marshals and generals entered the room.

The Celtic Marshal was wrapped in bandages with blood on them, and the other generals were also injured.

The emperor glanced at the people who came in and asked, "Where is Marshal Brian?"

Celtic Marshal: "The Marshal refused to take over as the Army Commander-in-Chief, saying that he was too old, he would fall three times when he went up the stairs, and he would poop in his pants every night, so he was not suitable to be the Army Commander-in-Chief."

The emperor slammed the table and said, "Asshole! Rokossov is still peeing his pants on the battlefield, but he has become the commander-in-chief of the Ante Army?"

Marshal Celtic reminded: "He is the commander-in-chief of the front-line headquarters."

"That's enough!" The emperor waved his hand, "Hurry up and find a commander-in-chief of the army, even if it's just a figurehead!"

Marshal Celtic: "Now I personally suggest that Marshal Catherine should take the position."

"Okay! Now let's talk about the offensive. Rokossov would never have thought that we would launch a counterattack on the day of the state funeral. Our new tanks will pry open their defenses and destroy his armored forces that have not yet recovered -"

The marshals and generals looked at each other, and then General Moltke, the director of armored forces, interrupted the emperor: "Your Majesty, even if Rokossov's troops have not recovered, our armored forces are still at a disadvantage, and Rokossov has a large number of tank destroyers and is good at building anti-tank offensives..." The emperor slammed the table: "We need a victory! This assassination has shaken the people's faith! We need a victory more than ever!
"If you think it's hard to win by simply attacking, then use poison gas! And use the latest V2 missiles to bomb Ante and Rokossov's headquarters!"

At this moment, Dr. Porsche, with a bandage on his head, stood up and said, "Your Majesty, we tried to install experimental infrared night vision devices on the Panther tanks, and successfully gave the tanks the ability to fight at night. As long as we postpone the counterattack until January next year, we can equip 100 Panthers with prototype night vision devices!"

The emperor shook his head. "It's too late. Rokossov will attack in October. It's raining in Kosalia now. When the rain stops and the muddy ground freezes, he will start."

General Moltke: "General Gilles believed that we should defend and counterattack. Shouldn't we respect his wishes now?"

The emperor was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "You are right, he never makes mistakes. We need a defensive counterattack plan."

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October 10, Ante city of Roniezh, the headquarters of the First Khazaria Front and the general headquarters of the front.

Wang Zhong went into the house, took off his raincoat and handed it to Vasily.

Vasily hung his raincoat on the coat rack by the door and said, "The rain has been quite heavy this winter. Many places have reported flooding."

Wang Zhong: "The climate has been strange in recent years. Last year, it froze early."

"Report!" the communications staff shouted loudly at almost face-to-face distance.

"Sukabulie! You scared me!" Wang Zhong shouted.

The communications officer made no apology at all: "Marshal Davarich, urgent telegram, Emperor Plossen was assassinated, and many senior generals including Marshal Rundstedt were killed."

Wang Zhong tried to act shocked: "What?"

The communications officer handed the telegram forward: "Read it yourself."

Wang Zhong took the telegram and glanced at it pretentiously, then handed it to Vasily and said, "I wonder if this incident will affect the decision of the Proson Command."

Vasily: "According to previous intelligence, the deceased Admiral Gilais had a good relationship with Emperor Proson, which might have influenced his decision-making."

Wang Zhong nodded and walked through the gatehouse into the headquarters map room.

Pavlov asked, "What's going on outside? Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Wang Zhong: "Emperor Plosson was assassinated."

"Ah?" Pavlov was shocked - this was real shock, much more textured than Wang Zhong's exaggerated acting just now.

Popov was drinking water and suddenly spat it out.

The other people in the room also stopped and stared at Wang Zhong with wide eyes.

I don’t know who asked the most crucial question: “Is he dead?”

Wang Zhong: "No. I hope he doesn't die, so that I can judge him in the future."

Vasily: "Did you use the pistol on your waist to kill the two generals?"

What trial by fire!
Wang Zhong: "Weapon criticism cannot replace the court's trial. I will personally bring him to court. If the court sentences him to death by hanging, I will personally send him to the gallows. If the court sentences him to the guillotine, I will be the executioner who cuts the rope of the guillotine."

Pavlov: "So the emperor didn't die, but what about his senior generals? If the Imperial Chief of Staff Marshal Celtic was killed, it might cause chaos in the logistics system of the Proson Empire."

Wang Zhong: “It seems not.”

Pavlov: "Then we should do what we should do and pretend that this never happened."

Popov also nodded repeatedly.

Wang Zhong: "As generals, there is really nothing we can do, but - I need to call my sister."

At this time, Wang Zhong was already thinking about what would happen after the war. After all, he was entrusted by his friends to take good care of Olga, so he had to pay attention to it.

Therefore, he often publicly called His Majesty the Tsar "sister" recently, and it is said that the news made Olga happy for a long time.

Wang Zhong picked up the receiver: "Connect Yebao, Xiagong."

"Ok."

After a series of transfers, Olga's voice came from the other side of the receiver: "Hello? Is this my brother?"

Wang Zhong: "It's me. How have you been lately, sister?"

"It's not bad, but it's a bit annoying to see the casualties every day. There are still more than 5,000 casualties every day. When will it end?"

Wang Zhong: "Think of it this way. If we launch a cold gun and cold artillery campaign across the board, the enemy will definitely suffer more casualties. And the enemy has fewer human resources than us."

In fact, in terms of total population, the Plosson Empire is not less than Ant, but a considerable part of it is the population of Melania, Moravia, Carolingian and Sardinian kingdoms which they control.

The Melanians and Moravians actually belong to the same cultural system as the Antes. The Carolingians and Sardinians did not speak Proson. If we only count the population that speaks Proson, the human resources of Proson are much less than that of the Antes.

So the Prosen people can't afford to waste time.

Olga: "That's all I can think of. By the way, did you know? Emperor Prosen was assassinated. It's a pity that he didn't die, otherwise the war might have ended."

Wang Zhong: “It’s not a good thing to end like this. Our soldiers still have a lot of resentment left in their hearts. They will always have a knot in their hearts in the future, and so will their descendants.

"Then the little bastards of Plosson will say, 'Ah, it wasn't you who defeated us. If our own people hadn't killed the emperor, you would have defeated us long ago', and our children can only stare blankly.

“Just imagine this scene!”

Olga might have really imagined it. She was silent for a few seconds before she said, "I'm so angry. Why do you sound like you've seen it before, brother?"

Because I have really seen it, and it made me so angry.

Chiang Kai-shek is incompetent. Back then, you should have liberated Nanjing by yourselves and driven the last remaining Japanese invaders into the sea. Do we have to do this?

As a result, you were such a useless thing that you suffered a major defeat in 44. The Allies were winning everywhere, but you were the only one being defeated. No wonder you were defeated even though you had troops against a few years later.

Olga: "So, brother, why are you calling me? I have already stuffed as many new tanks as I can into your area. I really don't have any more tanks."

Wang Zhong: “I want you to send a telegram of condolence to Emperor Plosson in the name of the Ante royal family, expressing that it is fortunate that he is still alive, so that we can capture his capital and send him to the gallows.

“I hope he can take good care of his own security in the future and try not to die before being defeated.

"Oh, by the way, at the end, remind him that even if the situation in the future is extremely bad, he should not commit suicide by taking poison, otherwise, as a woman, you will also despise him for being a coward."

Olga laughed after hearing this: "You are the one who is being mean. Why didn't I think of that?"

Wang Zhong frowned and said, "How did I do anything wrong? I was just saying serious things!"

As far as his eyes could see, everyone in the headquarters had an expression of being unable to hold back.

Olga: "So what is the purpose of our posting this?"

Wang Zhong: "Provoke Emperor Proson. It is said that the Admiral Giles who died this time had a good relationship with him. If we provoke him a little more, he might become paranoid. It is good for us if the enemy leader becomes paranoid, especially for a system like Proson that tends to be dictatorial."

At this time, Vasily suggested: "Why don't we deliberately make a list of 'trustworthy generals', maybe we can fool them."

Wang Zhong: "No, that would be too deliberate. We need to find the right balance, and then the enemy will kill those difficult generals themselves."

Olga: "Eh? Bro? Who are you talking to?"

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry about it. Anyway, you can try to write the telegram in a weird way. Of course, standard diplomatic etiquette should still be observed. I leave this to you. I don't understand diplomatic etiquette."

"Don't worry, leave it to me. I will make sure to convey your meaning completely without violating diplomatic etiquette!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, I'll leave it to you. Goodbye then."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Everyone in the headquarters was looking at him.

Wang Zhong: "Go and do your own things. Why are you looking at me? Proson will not be defeated by a phone call from me! We still have to move forward step by step! Eliminate the enemy! Pavlov, report the situation!"

Pavlov: "Is it the situation on our front, or on the entire front?"

Wang Zhong: "Let's go all the way first."

Pavlov: "This morning, the various fronts reported to us that a total of 61 infantry armies are ready for battle. In terms of tanks, 18 tank armies are fully equipped and staffed, and 21 tank armies are replenishing equipment and personnel."

Ant's tank army is actually organized similarly to the Prosen's armored division, and the two units can basically be equated.

However, after being driven crazy by Wang Zhong, the Plossen Armored Division has now begun to evolve towards specialization in tanks and is gradually becoming a mobile anti-tank force. The target of the Ant Tank Army is still mainly Plossen's infantry units. Only the independent tank brigade equipped with new tanks targets the enemy's armored units.

So Wang Zhong naturally asked: "What about the independent tank brigade?"

These independent tank brigades were all equipped with new tanks and their only mission was to deal with the enemy's tank forces.

Pavlov: "In total, 10 tank brigades are fully equipped and eight are being replenished. Of the 16 heavy breakthrough tank regiments, eight are being replenished and eight are fully equipped."

Wang Zhong: "The replenishment speed is not as fast as expected."

Pavlov: "We also suffered heavy losses in the summer campaign. After all, except for the southern front where we were fighting with favorable winds, the battles on other fronts were quite difficult."

Wang Zhong: "By the time the mud is over, can we be ready to attack?"

Pavlov: "My suggestion is that we should fight a battle of the size of our troops. It is also a progress to modify the battle line locally so that the offensive next summer will be smoother, right?"

Wang Zhong looked at the Europa map.

Next summer's offensive will sweep across Melania and drink from the Baltic Sea.

He couldn't help laughing when he thought of this grand plan.

(End of this chapter)