artillery arc

Chapter 732: For Those Who Fell Before Victory

When Henry arrived in front of the small building, the People's Army soldier who had entered the building first poked his head out from the third floor: "Safe! All enemies have surrendered!"

Henry: "Find the city defense map, or something similar. The serious Prosen people will definitely have this thing. Bring the highest-ranking prisoner here, and I will interrogate him personally!"

Soon a Sergeant Plossom was brought before Henry.

Henry punched him in the face. "Asshole! This is an ordinary residence. Who told you to set up your base here? Didn't Plosson's manual teach you to set up your base inside banks, municipal institutions, theaters and post offices with solid concrete structures?"

In this era, these buildings are indeed the only ones with reinforced concrete structures, while ordinary houses are either made of bricks, stones and wood, or simply of wood.

The sergeant took one look at Henry's uniform and laughed, "Melania! Go to the Plaza de Glory! Go to the Plaza de Glory!"

Henry instinctively sensed something and punched the Proson man again.

The Prosen people spat out their knocked-out front teeth, but continued to laugh.

Henry could only knock him to the ground with the butt of his rifle, and then asked the local uncle who followed him in: "He said Glory Square, what's going on?"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched: "The day before yesterday, they announced that they would vaccinate the children in the town, and called all the children to Glory Square, and then the children did not come back that day.

"The adults who went to Glory Square to check what was going on haven't come back yet, and there have been machine gun sounds coming from the direction of the square all day long."

Henry grabbed the old man's shoulders and said, "So what happened?"

The old man's body seemed to be drained of strength, and he swayed with Henry's movements: "No, I don't know. I hid my grandson in the basement, and many other families also hid their children. They said they would search today, and then you came."

Henry pulled out the map that was distributed before the operation from his pocket: "Tell me how to get to the Glory Square."

These maps are drawn based on aerial reconnaissance photos and have large errors, but the location of such an obvious target as the "Square" is generally correct.

The old man pointed at the map with a trembling finger: "Here."

Henry put away the map and was about to leave the base when the man who was searching the second floor came down holding up the city defense map. "City defense map! The Prosens have even marked out all the minefields!"

"Let me see!" Henry grabbed the map, quickly located the location of Glory Square, and then rushed out of the stronghold.

The Revenge for My Heroic Brother had already come over and had just stopped when Captain Podolskov asked, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so serious?"

Henry pressed the map into his hands: "Go to this Glorious Square!"

Podolskov: "I don't understand Proson language, nor do I understand the Melania language marked above. Which one is Glory Square?"

"Here! We are here, follow this road! And north is at the top of the map."

Podolskov: "I know that north is up. I studied military cartography, brother."

After that he gave the order and the tank started again and moved along the road.

The soldiers of Melania's People's Army formed two columns and advanced behind the tanks.

Podolskov: "I don't know what happened, but... please believe that we must empathize with you. What the Prosen people did to your hometown, they also did to our hometown."

Henry was about to answer when a couple suddenly rushed out from the side of the road. The man in his early fifties pulled the woman in her fifties to prevent her from rushing onto the road.

The aunt shouted: "Kill them all! Gentlemen of Ant, please kill them all!"

As she shouted, the old lady fell to the ground and burst into tears.

Podolskov: "I couldn't understand what they were saying, but something bad must have happened."

Finally, Henry could see the open space ahead and he smelled the familiar burnt smell.

Podolskov: "Sukabule, this is the smell of an undercooked body. Sukabule!"

Tanks rolled into the square.

What came into view was a fire in the center that had been burning all night, with charred corpses hanging from the lampposts around it.

The Plossons tricked the town's children into going to the square.

The adults who discovered their intentions fought back desperately, and now, what lay before Henry was the end of it all.

Podolskov: "Why? They are going to fail, why do they still do this?"

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"As long as we make a show of slaughtering children, the resistance will be forced to stop us."

Melania Occupation Forces Headquarters, Grand Master of the Asgard Knights said this to the Occupation Forces Commander, General Hawke.

"This way we can efficiently wipe out the resistance organizations throughout Melania and prevent them from linking up with the ANT attack forces."

General Hawke: "I object to this plan!"

The Grand Master held his head high and said, "Why, now you want to pretend to be a noble knight, a pure warrior? You did a lot of things like this in the past. When you occupied Melania, there was no Asgard Knights yet."

General Hawke: "Of course I know. At that time, I turned a blind eye to the soldiers' behavior. Even if you judge me for this, I have no complaints. But you are going too far. In the legend, only those who sold their souls to the goat devil would do this!"

The Grand Master smiled and said, "So you should thank me even more. When the war is over, you can blame all the evil deeds on the Asgard Knights. And now, you and I both know that this is the best way to destroy the resistance organization.

"It won't be long before the resistance is forced to revolt en masse. Prepare your troops to destroy them, General."

General Hawke: "Isn't it the most important thing now to stop the Ants from breaking through?"

"That's right, the Ants have made a breakthrough! Even if you give all your troops to the Southern Army Group, do you think you can stop Rokosov?" The Grand Commander pointed to the map, "In the past few days, we have confirmed 71 army-level numbers alone! This is an unprecedented offensive!"

General Hawke: "The Ant army is a tactical unit of the same level as our division—"

"That's scary too!" The Grand Commander interrupted Hawke, "71 divisions! At least 20 of them are elite troops wearing cloaks! Now this huge army is rushing towards the Baltic Sea. There is only one way to stop them! Let the fucking Melania people revolt and force Rokossov to give up going north for the sake of international reputation and rush towards the Melania Plain!"

Admiral Hawke shook his head repeatedly: "No, I don't admit that this is the art of war, I don't admit it."

Grand Commander: "Do you have a better idea?"

Admiral Hawke was silent for a few seconds, then said to the Grand Master, "We are not aware of your plans. I will destroy all written records of this meeting."

The Grand Commander smiled slightly and said, "That's right."

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The perspective returns to Henry.

Sitting on the tank, looking at the densely packed corpses on the square, his mind was a little dazed for a moment, and he didn't even answer Podolskov's question.

The nightmare he had had countless times reappeared before his eyes.

In that dream, his father pushed a Proson soldier in order to protect his mother, and the bullet pierced his father's chest.

The mother tried to help the father but was also hit by a bullet.

The two were beaten to a pulp by the Prosons in the street and fell together, surrounded by thousands of Melanias.

The Proson man laughed and stepped forward, finishing off the blow with the bayonet on his rifle, his boot stepping on my father's shoulder as he drew the bayonet.

The sound of the bayonet being pulled out of the flesh was particularly harsh: puff.

Henry felt it was difficult to breathe. At this time, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and shook him hard. A rough voice pierced through the nightmare: "Sukabulie! Are you possessed? There are so many Proson devils waiting for us to kill!"

Hearing "There are still Proson devils waiting for us to kill", Henry woke up from his dream and realized that the person talking to him was Podolskov.

The tank commander asked loudly: "What's wrong with you?"

"I saw my parents being massacred by the Prosangs."

"Ah? You saw it with your own eyes? Then how did you survive?"

"No, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but this nightmare has never let me go over the years. In my dream, I can even see where the bullet holes on their bodies are, where the enemy's bayonets entered, and where their feet stepped when they pulled out the bayonets." Henry whispered.

Podolskov said into the microphone: "Misha, where is your wine? Our infantry brothers might want a sip."

As he finished speaking the tank loader popped his head out of the turret holding a hip flask.

"for you!"

Henry took the wine, took a sip and frowned directly: “What kind of wine is this?”

"The wine provided by the Quartermaster Department is not strong enough, so we went to get something stronger." Misha smiled, "It's perfect for drinking now, isn't it?"

Henry sniffed the wine flask and said, "Is it true that my life will not be in danger if I drink this?"

"Are you worried about your life on the battlefield?" Podolskov was shocked.

It seems right.

Henry took a gulp of liquor to drive away the nightmares and sentimentality.

"Sukabulie! Today we are going to kill all the devils in the city!"

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July 7, St. Andrew Front, Headquarters Advance Convoy.

Lieutenant General Pyotr Konstantinovich Rokosov sat in the jeep, his fat body shaking with every bump.

"How do you say 'cream' in Melania?" he suddenly asked.

His adjutant quickly flipped through the dictionary of Melania and Ant language in his hand and quickly answered: "Cream, the same as Ant language."

Pietro smiled and said, "Same as us? Then when we get to Melania, we don't have to worry about them not understanding us when we ask for butter! What about the 'meat'?"

The adjutant flipped through a few pages and replied, "It's also called meat, the same as chicken, pork, beef, and mutton."

Pietro was even happier: "That's great. Where's the bread?"

"Same thing, call it Leba! Big Leba!"

"The two languages are so similar, there's no need to learn them." Pietro waved his hand.

At this time, the marching troops outside the car window began to cheer for the jeep.

Pietro: "Damn, am I that much like my brother?"

Adjutant: "Very similar. Before you set out, the people of Fort St. Andrew mistook you for someone else, didn't they?"

Pietro: "It's a pity that I'm not my brother. If my brother were to command the battle on the northern front, I'm afraid the siege would have been lifted long ago. I can only fight desperately to feed more people and keep them alive."

Adjutant: "General Kashuh is your brother's direct descendant. He came and helped to relieve the siege within half a year."

"My brother will definitely come faster!" Pietro said proudly. "When he was studying, my father always sighed and said, 'Your brother is obviously very smart, but he hangs out with the idle prince all day long.' As a result, when the war just started, there was a victory report mixed in with a bunch of reports of defeat at the front line. I saw that it was my brother who won the battle!"

Adjutant: "I heard that he could hold Upper Peigne, or did you manage to find a KV to go there."

"Who said that?" Pietro's smile disappeared. "I did find a KV, but without my brother's fighting spirit, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until the KV arrived! The same thing happened later. The T34 that Your Majesty transferred with my brother's seal did play a role, but it was only possible because he held on! He held on! We need to find out who spread these rumors. They are not conducive to unity!"

Adjutant: "Okay, I'll have them check it out once we get to Navarre's new headquarters."

Pietro nodded and resumed a more comfortable sitting position. Just now, he was so excited that his upper body left the backrest.

After a moment, he asked, "What is the word for life in Melania?"

The adjutant quickly looked up the dictionary: "Life... here, it's different from ours. Their pronunciation is closer to 'rouqi'!"

Pietro repeated: "Rouqi...ah, Rouqi——"

At this moment, he seemed to hear a click, and just as he was about to say something bad, the jeep flew up.

The mines planted by the Prosoms on the road were triggered, blowing the car into the sky.

The convoy stopped immediately, and the soldiers of the guard regiment escorting the convoy rushed down and occupied both sides of the road.

The head of the guard came over and asked, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, it looks like a landmine! Maybe the trigger device didn't make good contact, so the car in front didn't trigger it, and it just happened to explode right here at the lieutenant general's car!"

"Get out of the way! Rescue the lieutenant general quickly! He is the marshal's brother!" the guard commander ordered.

Soon, Lieutenant General Pyotr Konstantinovich Rokosov was dragged out of the wreckage of the car.

"Still breathing!" the guard commander shouted, "Medical officer!"

Pietro stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, raised his right hand slightly, and muttered: "Rouqi...how...beautiful..."

His voice stopped abruptly and his hand fell to the ground.

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Late at night on July 7, at the new headquarters of the First Khazaria Front.

As soon as Wang Zhong entered the headquarters, he looked around and said with a smile, "Not bad, this simple and bright decoration suits me. The headquarters in Roniezh is too luxurious, just like a noble manor."

Pavlov: "Humph, the vanguard team was chosen according to your preferences. Look, across the street is Count Melania's castle."

Wang Zhong: "I think the castle is a good decoy target. Let's fix it quickly before Proson's aerial reconnaissance arrives tomorrow morning."

At this time, the confidential staff officer entered the room, looked at Wang Zhong with embarrassment, and then calmly handed the telegram to Pavlov.

Wang Zhong: "What's so mysterious? Is there something in my army that I don't know?"

Pavlov sighed and looked at Wang Zhong: "Don't blame the confidential staff. You can see for yourself."

Wang Zhong: "What? I just left Liu Xia and Nellie for less than half an hour, and something happened to them? That's impossible, right?"

"That's not the case," Pavlov replied.

Wang Zhong took the telegram suspiciously and read it himself.

"Your brother, Lieutenant General Pyotr Konstantinovich Rokossov, was killed in a mine in the Prosom Army at noon today."

Wang Zhong put down the telegram.

In fact, he just now remembered that he had an older brother.

He shouldn't feel sad.

As it should be.

But there are so many unreasonable things in this world.

Pavlov: "Would you like some vodka?"