artillery arc

Chapter 734 Melania can only rely on herself

At noon on July 7, in Melania, the headquarters of the First Khasalia Front.

Wang Zhong looked at the huge arrow on the map with great satisfaction.

Except for a small part that was divided, surrounded and eaten, most of the enemy's Southern Army Group troops retreated to the west of this huge arrow and regrouped along the Potsva River.

To explain it using the setting of the Hearts of Iron game, these troops need to stay where they are to restore their organization, and they cannot act again until their organization has recovered to a certain level.

The original setting of the organization level in the game was to simulate the current situation where the troop structure has been completely broken up and weapons and equipment have been severely lost.

Pavlov stood beside Wang Zhong, crossed his arms and said, "If we attack westward, we can chase the enemy all the way and liberate a large area of ​​Melania's territory. The defeated soldiers of the Southern Army Group can't stop us at all."

Popov stood on the other side of Wang Zhong: "The soldiers of the Melania People's Army are very dissatisfied with the fact that they left the retreating enemy alone and went north instead."

Wang Zhong: "I understand their feelings. Who doesn't want to liberate their hometown as soon as possible? But now we are heading north to encircle more enemies."

Vasily: "If you think about it, our current situation is very similar to that of Proshen in 914, when Proshen's Central Army Group rushed towards Yebao. Maybe we will have to retreat to Charon to organize defenses."

Popov cursed: "Why don't you say something else? You insist that we are very similar to the enemy in 914. What do you mean, we are invaders?"

"I didn't!" Vasily spread his hands. "I swear to God, I didn't mean that!"

Wang Zhong: "He just said whatever he thought. By the way, in 914, the Prosens could not leave Agusukov's heavy troops alone and attack directly to the east, as that would put their flanks in danger.

"You see, after we liberated Agsukov, Army Group Center had to use most of its forces to guard against us. If they hadn't built a strong fortification zone along the river, they would have been finished last year."

Pavlov: "Marshal Gorky suffered a bloody defeat in the enemy's fortified territory."

Wang Zhong: "It's not just the fortified areas, but also the swamps. Last summer there was a lot of rain, and the swamps expanded a lot."

Pavlov: "If Saint Andrew had known that the preparations he made to guard against the enemy from the west would eventually become an obstacle to our own advancement, he might not have been so persistent in cutting the country vertically along the course of the rivers."

The plan for St. Andrew at that time was to place all the cities and industries on the east bank of the north-south river, so that if any enemy came from the west, they could be blocked along the river.

He wondered if he had ever thought that the river would also block the Ants' counterattack.

Wang Zhong couldn't ask either. It had been more than a hundred years since they canonized the saints, while he had only been canonized for a year. He didn't dare to question the decision of his predecessors. It must have been the Antes who had failed to implement it later.

Popov: "Now that we have completed this left hook, the one million Plossom troops will be completely finished. Combined with the situation we encountered during the attack, the Plossom people will have no more soldiers to fight. I suggest that we have a drink!"

Wang Zhong: “You just want to drink.”

"It's not easy for me. As a military bishop, I can only find this excuse to drink during the day." Popov spread his hands.

Although the military bishop was not allowed to drink alcohol, it was too difficult for an Ant to say goodbye to alcohol.

Just then, several inquisitors entered the headquarters with two ragged civilians.

Vasily was the first to notice them: "Wait a minute, you can't come in. This is a military stronghold. Civilians can't just come in!"

As he spoke, Vasily stood in front of the newcomers, blocking their view with his body so that they could not see the map showing the current situation.

The judge said: "These two are messengers from Melania's resistance organization, Melania's National Army. They have important information to report. We have detained them for a day and a night and have carefully identified their identities."

Wang Zhong carefully checked the injuries on the two men and said, "Vassily, you did a good job, but these two should be fine."

As he spoke, Pavlov signaled to his staff to cover the map.

Vasily stepped aside only after making sure that the map would not be seen.

The two messengers didn't care about the map at all. They rushed directly to Wang Zhong and spoke urgently in Melania language.

Wang Zhong: "Vassily, translate it."

"They said that the national army had launched a large-scale uprising and urgently needed support from the ANT Army."

Wang Zhong couldn't help but hold his forehead.

He had seen this plot before.

This is what happened on Earth, and even the time is not much different. The Warsaw Uprising on Earth started on August 8rd, and now it is July 3th, a difference of ten days.

"Why?" he couldn't help asking.

There are various reasons for the premature uprising on Earth.

But the Katyn Forest Incident did not happen here, and Ant did not invade Melania's land in advance.

The messenger took out a thick envelope and handed it to Vasily. They were quite conscientious and did not hand the thing directly to Wang Zhong, but had their adjutant hand it over to them.

Vasily weighed the envelope and said, "Photos, should I open them directly?"

Wang Zhong nodded.

So Vasily found a letter opener, skillfully opened the envelope, and took out the photo.

His expression immediately became serious.

Wang Zhong was very curious, so he stepped forward.

The photo instantly brought Wang Zhong back to an afternoon before the time travel. He sat in front of the computer, looking at the tragic scene of the Gaza hospital taken by reporters.

The emotions he had felt at that moment surged through him again.

The letter said in very unstandard Ant language: "So we revolted in advance, to save the children and to vent our anger on the Prosen people."

Wang Zhong did not answer, but took the photo from Vasily and looked at it carefully.

"How was this photograph taken?" he said.

"Our warriors took the photo secretly." The messenger said in stuttering Ant language.

Wang Zhong: "Did you take it secretly? At such a close distance?"

The messenger looked confused: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Wang Zhong: "Look at this photo. It was obviously taken inside the cordon of the Proson people. And this one. There is a Proson guard in the corner of the photo. The guard is facing the person taking the photo."

As he spoke, he placed the selected photos on the table and let the messenger look at them himself.

Messenger: "The guard was facing this way, but did not notice the filmer, or-"

Wang Zhong: "Look at the shadows in the photos. The direction of the shadows can determine the direction of the light source. All the shadows want to move away from the photographer. This shows that a flash was used when these photos were taken. The guards in the photos were facing the photographer but did not notice the flash of the flash. How is this possible?"

The flashlight of this era was actually a flash bomb, which made an explosion sound and had conspicuous smoke when used.

The messenger looked at the photo and seemed to be in a state of brain shutdown.

Vasily: "In short, this is a photo taken by the Prosen people, and then brought back by your 'warriors'. I suggest that whoever brought back the photo be shot immediately."

The Inquisitor who brought the messenger agreed, "We can provide professional guidance."

Messenger: "You mean, these children were not killed, it was faked?"

Wang Zhong looked at the messenger and found that he sincerely hoped that these were all fake. He sighed and said, "No, the photos are probably real. It takes more time and effort to forge such photos than to take real ones. The enemy doesn't need to do this.

"They used these photos to incite you and make you revolt in advance, and then forced us to give up our plan to go north to outflank the enemy's heavy troops and go to rescue you!"

Messenger: "No!"

Wang Zhong: “If my guess is correct, these photos will soon be sent to the capital of the United Kingdom and published on the front pages of all newspapers.

"And the United States, soon the whole world will be shouting, 'Where is Rokossov, why doesn't he save Melania?'"

Pavlov cursed, "Sukabulie, this is an open conspiracy. If you continue to go north, at least the United States will not be able to use your card to sell war bonds."

"But we must continue to move north," Wang Zhong said with a determined look on his face. "We will never do what the enemy wants us to do."

Messenger: "What about Melania's children? What about us who have revolted? Are you just going to sit back and watch us being suppressed by Proson?"

Wang Zhong: "We don't have enough troops to split into two groups. The enemy will definitely not sit still and wait for death. They can also draw forces from the Western Front, the Kingdom of Sardinia, and the Balkan Peninsula.

"We can't underestimate the enemy. If we divide our forces now, only the enemy will be happy."

The messenger knelt on the ground with a plop. "Your Excellency Marshal! Star of Victory! For the sake of Melania's people, please save us! For the sake of Melania's people and you, Marshal, who have fought side by side until now, please give us a hand, Marshal!"

Wang Zhong looked at the messenger and hesitated for a moment, but finally he turned around and put his hands behind his back.

The messenger, a grown man, burst into tears: "How many Melania mothers will lose their children! How many Melania women will lose their husbands! How many people will lose their loved ones!"

Wang Zhong: "Don't cry! Just a few days ago, my brother died in a mine of the Prosen people! Who doesn't have a few blood feuds? It's better to take revenge. Why cry so much?" The messenger was stunned: "Your brother?"

"Yes. I was able to survive in Upper Peniye because my brother managed to get a KV to support us. All the members of the KV died in Upper Peniye. It was like using their lives to exchange for my life!
"Now that my brother who was assigned to KV has left, I am the only one left in the Rokossov family, so I swear that I will invade Prosenya in the future and ask that dog emperor face to face why he launched a war of aggression!

"When the time comes, I will avenge you as well!"

After saying this, Wang Zhong turned around, stared at the messenger, and said word by word:
"I promise!"

The messenger sat up and wiped his tears with his sleeve, muttering as he wiped: "How should I report this to the top brass of the National Army? How should I report this to Hermann?"

Wang Zhong: "Hellman?"

Popov explained: "Melania is the de facto leader of the resistance group, you could consider her the 'combat operations commander'."

Wang Zhong: "Combat Operations Commander? In addition to the combat department, does a resistance organization have other departments?"

"It seems so." Popov shrugged. "By the way, they have many factions, each fighting for its own interests. Only Hermann has his say, and all factions listen to him."

Wang Zhong: "They actually revolted under such circumstances? Isn't that doomed to failure?"

Popov: "In fact, we also sent people to tell Hermann not to revolt and wait for us to liberate Melania's land."

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Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and shook his head: "Then we can only complete the left hook as soon as possible and then turn west."

Pavlov immediately objected: "No, we need to rest after completing the encirclement."

The enemy's retreat and complete destruction will require time to reorganize. As the attacking party, the Ant Army cannot keep its organization intact during the attack. In fact, as the operation progresses, the command and communication capabilities of all troops will decline.

In order to reflect this situation, the concept of organization was adopted in later strategic games. The attacking side will also consume organization and need to find time to rest and recover.

Pavlov: "Such a huge army, spanning 450 kilometers! 450 kilometers! Even if our soldiers are all iron men, they must stop to rest! Even if Saint Andrew himself appears, we still have to stop to rest!"

Vasily reminded quietly, "It's 485 kilometers. We walked an average of 30 kilometers before we broke through the enemy's defense line and advanced to Melania's land."

Pavlov: "Four hundred and eighty-five kilometers! Thank you!"

At this time, Emilia's voice suddenly appeared: "Perhaps we can let the Allies land in Melania? Or parachute? As long as we can hold on until you finish resting and recover and move westward."

Wang Zhong: "Emilia? When did you come?"

"Just now, the liaison officer seemed uneasy today. I asked and found out that Melania's messenger had arrived. The liaison officer seemed -"

Wang Zhong: "It seems like they want us to go west?"

"I think so." Emilia nodded. "This is a bad idea, right?"

"Yes, this idea may allow Proson to save at least one million fresh troops."

Emilia said, “Oh,” and then your advancement will slow down, and the Allies’ chance will come.

Wang Zhong: "Yes."

Emilia sighed, "It seems that the Allies can't save Melania."

Pavlov: "There is another way. We can withdraw the Melania People's Army and the auxiliary forces that are reinforced to them and march westward. This will reduce the number of troops heading north by 200,000. We can find a way to make up for it-"

"No, you expect 200,000 people to liberate Melania's capital? This is impossible, and it will only cause the soldiers of Melania's People's Army to sacrifice in vain."

Wang Zhong pulled out a chair and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table. He said solemnly, "Melania and her family can only rely on themselves. At least until September."

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Hermann held the Sten submachine gun, which was already red-hot, and fired at the Plossen defenders on the street.

As a result, the gunfire stopped abruptly after firing less than ten rounds.

Hermann looked down and saw the brass shell stuck in the ejection port.

He immediately retreated into the bunker and yanked the bolt handle with his hands. The first time he pulled it, it didn't move, but the second time he pulled the bolt all the way, and the shells fell to the ground.

Hermann reset the bolt, loaded a new bullet, leaned forward and fired again.

The Proson people who wanted to take advantage of this gap in firepower to rush over were hit by a volley of bullets head-on and fell in the middle.

It had just rained and there was water everywhere on the road. The Proson man fell beside the puddle, and the bright red color spread from his position to the entire puddle.

As Hermann retreated to his bunker to change the magazine, someone ran over and shouted to him:

"Hellmann! Tank!"

"Prepare Molotov cocktails!"

"Hellman, we stole the new weapons of the Prosen from the armory. They seem to be modeled after the new weapons of the Ants."

The speaker came over carrying a bazooka.

Herman glanced at what he had in his hand and said, "Be careful. The new weapons of the Proson people are always difficult to make. Even the well-trained Proson soldiers have a hard time using them."

"Don't worry, this is absolutely easy. You see, this is the spark plug. When you pull the trigger, sparks will be generated, and the rocket will fly out! When aiming, just use this simple sight over here."

At this point, the engine noise gradually grew louder and the walls began to vibrate with the clattering sound of the gearbox.

The window glass also made a sound due to resonance, which gave me goose bumps.

When the tank turns, it makes a sound like a iron spoon scraping a pot.

Hellman: "Be prepared and see if this new thing works. If not, we can use Molotov cocktails."

"It's been prepared for a long time." The hostess of the house climbed up the stairs carrying a box of Molotov cocktails. "Just throw them all! My husband has no more alcohol to drink, so throwing them all away can save his life!"

"If we leave a bottle behind, we will save his life!" the guerrilla joked.

Everyone laughed.

The lookout shouted, "Tanks!"

Hermann immediately went to the window and looked out, and sure enough, he saw a new heavy tank with a narrow turret turning the corner.

"Come here!" He waved to the man holding the new Proson weapon, "You can just see the top of the tank from this position, hit it!"

The shooter came over with a rocket launcher. "Please move aside. Don't stand behind the rocket launcher. I saw with my own eyes that when the Prosons were training with this thing, someone stood behind it and ended up getting the most severe burns. He died soon."

Hermann quickly stepped aside and peered down from behind another window.

It happened in an instant, and the rocket left a clear trail and hit the tank's turret roof.

After the explosion, flames burst out from the open hatch of the turret, and the Plosson tanker crawled out of the tank like a rat with its tail on fire and rolled on the ground.

But the Proson infantry accompanying the tanks also discovered the location of the rocket launch, and bullets rained down on them.

The man who launched the rocket covered his chest, and rushed out of the window with the rocket launcher and fell downstairs.

The resistance fighters fought back desperately, and bullets created sparks in the streets.

Someone threw a grenade that landed in the middle of the enemy group. After the explosion, three Prosen people fell down.

Hermann emptied another magazine and shouted, "Move! Move quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a grenade went through the window behind him.

He pounced and knocked two guerrillas to the ground.

The grenade exploded, shattering all the glass in the room.

Hermann got up and grabbed the guerrilla he had just rescued: "Go! Landlady, you go too, everyone go! The Prosens will not let go of the living people in this room! Go out of the hole in the room!"

The group quickly retreated through the hole opened between the houses.

Just as everyone was leaving, a Proson chariot that no one had ever seen appeared.

The tank has a main gun as thick as a washbasin, and there is a circle of small holes around the gun for exhaust.

The tanks were aimed at the building where Heilmann had been.

The next moment, a bright new star rose up and slowly landed on the building.

There was an explosion, and the three-story building was suddenly engulfed in light.

(End of this chapter)