artillery arc

Chapter 741 Personal Expedition
August 8, 9 a.m., Prothenia, Imperial Palace Bunker.

General Moltke stroked the velvet on the armrest of the chair and said, "The advantage of returning to Plossenia is that I can sit on a luxurious chair."

Emperor Plossen hated luxurious chairs, so most of the chairs in the Eagle's Nest were "log style" and were very hard to sit on.

After the headquarters moved to the Eagle's Nest with the emperor, many senior officers suffered from hemorrhoids, and these hard chairs contributed greatly to this.

Marshal Celtic almost melted into the velvet chair. Upon hearing General Moltke's words, he immediately agreed: "Yes, this is one of the few benefits."

Ant's army was approaching Prague and Vilna. The Eagle's Nest was no longer safe. In addition, it was unlikely that the Allies would be driven into the sea on the Western Front in a short period of time, so Emperor Plossen approved the relocation of the headquarters back to the capital.

Because of this, the emperor has locked himself in his room for almost 20 hours.

"Rumor has it from the communications department," Marshal Celtic continued, "His Majesty has been on the phone, and seems to be planning something."

General Moltke: "Can a few phone calls now change the situation? No, it can't."

"You all seem very pessimistic." The Imperial Propaganda Minister entered the lounge. "We tried our best to maintain the morale of the entire army, but we didn't expect that the senior officers of the Central Command would be shrouded in defeatism!"

Marshal Celtic shook his head: "I won't talk about the one million troops that were annihilated. Now there are 1.5 million fresh troops surrounded in the fortified area near Coburg. They have no heavy equipment, not enough artillery shells, not enough grenades, and bullets - well, there should be enough bullets.

"We can still produce a lot of bullets by recycling the weapons of the civilians in the encirclement. But everyone knows that the Ants will not attack Coburg, which is an armed prisoner-of-war camp.

"We have lost 250 million fresh troops all at once. These 250 million people are veterans with combat experience and fully trained conscripts. We have been seriously injured."

Propaganda Minister: "Aren't there still quite a few troops that have escaped? These troops are now experienced veterans. As long as they are supplemented--"

Marshal Celtic: "Replace the little boys and girls who are not even as tall as their rifles? If we can mobilize all the troops on the Western Front, we can still be saved. With the help of the Oder and Vistula rivers, we can still resist for a while."

"There is still hope on the Western Front!" the Propaganda Minister stressed, "As long as we don't let the enemy take Chinburg, the Allies will collapse once they run out of supplies."

"There are currently only three divisions defending the Qin Castle you mentioned." General Moltke blew out a smoke ring.

Marshal Celtic: "And the allied forces surrounding Qin Castle number three hundred thousand."

Now even the publicity minister was silent.

The Grand Master of the Asgard Knights, who had entered the room at some point, said, "The good news is that all kinds of intelligence indicate that Rokossov did not stop to rest, but ordered his troops to advance toward the Melania capital. He has 300,000 Melania troops under his command, and he is afraid that these troops will mutiny.

"Operation Laufer has shown initial results. We have worn down the Ants and made them unable to move for half a year. Then we can free up our forces to deal with the Allies!"

When the Celtic Marshal saw the Grand Commander, he sat up straight. When he saw the head of the Imperial Household Ministry who followed the Grand Commander in, he tensed his shoulders and acted like a real soldier.

General Moltke, who was more favored by His Majesty, was not as obvious as Marshal Celtic, but he also wiped the defeatist mood from his face.

The Grand Commander continued, "Judging from the situation on the Western Front, the Allied forces are clearly inferior to ours and the Ant Army in terms of combat effectiveness. We can..."

General Moltke: "But their firepower is much stronger than that of the Ant Army. Especially the United States troops, their air-to-ground firepower has caused us a lot of trouble.

"The armored forces are fine, but the enemy's air force is too efficient in killing our soft targets."

When the United States Air Force planes appeared over the battlefield, both the Plosson Army and the United States Army panicked and looked for cover everywhere, highlighting the principle of equality for all.

Grand Commander: "Even Rokossov's artillery fire can't destroy our army!"

"The artillery fire of the United Nations Army is as fierce as Rokossov's, but the Air Force is a hundred times more fierce than Rokossov's," said Marshal Celtic.

Grand Duke Meyer couldn't help but interrupt, "The fighter pilots of the United States Army have been attacking our airports since last year. Whether they are dropping bombs or firing rockets, their accuracy is amazing."

Celtic Marshal: "Ah, so it is you who have trained the enemy into such an elite force."

Grand Duke Meyer raised his voice: "We shot down thousands of their fighters! But they - they still have thousands or even tens of thousands of fighters and well-trained pilots.

"The captured pilots said they have a rotation mechanism. Ace pilots who have shot down more than five planes will be transferred back to take leave and share their experience with new students in the fighter school. Double aces who have shot down ten planes will go back to serve as instructors.

"And those aces who have shot down more than 20 planes will have a ban that prohibits them from flying again, and they will return to their home countries to lead a flight school.

"We also want to imitate their mechanism, but there is no safe place in our entire territory. Our pilots may be transferred by ground air traffic control to participate in national air defense operations as soon as they take off every day!

"The newspapers keep saying that we have superhuman pilots who shot down 200 to 300 planes, but that's actually due to the extremely high number of sorties and combat time!"

Grand Duke Mayer's furious outburst was so intense that the flesh on his cheeks was shaking.

At this time, General Moltke suddenly said: "I thought your 200 to 300-plane victory was exaggerated."

"you!"

"Enough!" The head of the Imperial Household Ministry spoke up. "At a time like this, we should unite and think about how to change the situation!"

This sentence immediately made the temperature in the entire lounge drop to freezing point, and everyone shut up.

Just then, the bunker guard led two strangers into the lounge.

"Please wait here for a moment, we will inform His Majesty immediately—"

Before he finished speaking, the door on the other side of the lounge opened and Emperor Proson walked into the room.

The officers stood up quickly and raised their right hands: "Long live His Majesty!"

The emperor waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the two people who had just been brought in by the guards: "Did you bring them?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. It's in this suitcase. It's the result of more than ten years of hard work."

"Okay, okay, come in and tell me in detail!"

Everyone stared in amazement as His Majesty the Emperor personally welcomed the two into his study.

General Moltke looked at the head of the Imperial Household Ministry and said, "Who are these two? Scientists who designed some kind of doomsday weapon? Are they charlatans who are here to sell death rays again?"

The head of the Imperial Household Ministry: "From what I understand, he is an archaeologist."

"What?" Everyone in the room widened their eyes.

Celtic Marshal: "The thing they said they have been working on for ten years, is it the weapon of destruction in the Mahabharata, or the Holy Grail guarded by the Knights Templar? Our soldiers will be invulnerable if they drink the water in the Holy Grail?"

Everyone in the room laughed, but their smiles could not hide the bitterness on their faces.

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Wang Zhong put the bottle in his hand into the box that Vasily was holding. "That's all. Send it back to Yeburg by plane immediately. Give one bottle to the Tsar, the Patriarch, and the ambassadors of the allied countries. This is water from the Baltic Sea!"

Vasily: "Yes! But is it enough to just send sea water? How about sending back some Baltic wind? That would be more romantic."

Wang Zhong: "You, no need for that. Although it's romantic, it's too formalistic. Sending sea water is formalistic enough. Sending wind is too much."

Vasily chuckled, "I thought you would like this idea, Marshal."

Lyudmila: "Of course he likes it. Look at his expression just now. Others may not understand, but I do. He just didn't think of it the first time, so you got there first. If he had thought of it first, you would all be using plastic bags to catch the wind now!"

Wang Zhong did not refute his wife's words. At this time, Pavlov came with a telegram: "Kashukh asked how long we can rest after that."

Wang Zhong's expression froze. After a brief silence, he asked, "How long do you think we need to rest?"

Pavlov: "Three months, in the winter we will be able to continue the offensive."

Wang Zhong put his hands behind his back and walked towards the breakwater without saying a word.

Popov: "The people's army of Melania has done the ideological work, and they themselves are exhausted. They can understand our decision not to advance to the capital of Melania for the time being."

"Can you really understand it?" Wang Zhong asked back.

Popov: "... probably not. And there is also a view that the enemy has not yet recovered from the retreat and morale is still very low, so we should pursue the victory."

Wang Zhong: "Can our current supply situation and logistical capacity sustain the offensive?"

Pavlov: "If we only use 50 men, the logistics will be able to hold up. We can gather the tank units and motorized artillery units that are in better condition, integrate an offensive force of men, and try to attack."

Wang Zhong walked forward along the breakwater with his hands behind his back without answering.

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Other senior generals and staff officers followed suit.

Lyudmila did not follow directly, but returned to the arrow launcher and let the vehicle catch up slowly.

After walking for about ten minutes, Wang Zhong stopped and asked Pavlov: "How long will it take for these 500,000 people to be ready?"

"Twenty days." Pavlov answered immediately. It was obvious that he had already had this plan and had done research.

Wang Zhong: "Just prepare for 20 days."

Popov: "Should we respond to the inquiries from Melania's uprising troops? We have been playing Tai Chi these days, and it's time to give them some hope."

Wang Zhong: "These 500,000 people may not be able to rush to Melania's capital. They need the cooperation of the Prosen people."

Pavlov: "Yes, the good news is that we only need to advance 150 kilometers. The bad news is that these 150 kilometers are highly urbanized, especially the last 30 kilometers, which are much more urbanized than the last 30 kilometers of the Abavakhan defense circle.

"Even if they rush down, the casualties among these 50 people will be huge."

Vasily added: "Don't even mention the 500,000 people. The troops covering them will probably suffer heavy casualties. Of course, it's also possible that the morale of the Prosons will collapse, and we will liberate the entire Melania while singing."

Wang Zhong started pacing again with his head down, and everyone could only follow him.

Lyudmila stood on the launch vehicle, looking at Wang Zhong's back worriedly.

After walking about 914 meters, Wang Zhong stopped and said, "In , when the war just broke out, I just wanted to save my life in the chaos of war."

This is the truth. If it weren't for Lyudmila, the situation might have been very different, because Wang Zhong just didn't want Lyudmila to die at the beginning.

Wang Zhong: “But outside of Roniezh, I saw the enemy’s atrocities, and I thought, I can’t let such atrocities happen in my country, I must stop these demons.

“Now, the same choice is before me.

"I know our current situation, and the most appropriate thing to do is to sit back and watch Melania and her family die. I also know that my decision now may cause the sacrifice of many people who would not otherwise have sacrificed.

“But I cannot sit back and do nothing, I cannot sit back and watch this atrocity happen.

"I will personally command this battle group and advance with them."

Pavlov's eyes widened: "No! Good fellow, you came up with this idea!"

Wang Zhong: "Our biggest advantage right now is morale! I can maximize the morale advantage by commanding personally!"

Pavlov: "Do you want to command a tank yourself? This will also maximize the morale advantage! You just want to drive a tank! No, I don't agree! Unless you take out a tank that the enemy can never penetrate right now, I can't let you go!"

Wang Zhong: "Chief of Staff, don't worry too much. I don't deserve to risk my life to save others!"

"You just want to race a tank!"

In fact, if Wang Zhong personally commanded the battle group, he might be able to use micro-management to get things done. After all, he is a map developer. He inspects the battlefield by plane every day and gives direct commands. It is possible that he can turn decay into magic.

If there are one or two more levels of command in the middle, and he gives orders directly over their heads every day, what will the commanders caught in the middle think?
Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov seriously and said, "I promise you, I won't go to the front to drive a tank. I will directly command the battle group so that I can fly over and inspect and find opportunities to directly command the troops to attack. If there are too many levels of command in between, what do you think those commanders will think?"

Pavlov: "You-uh..."

Wang Zhong: "You know what the effect will be when I give direct orders! You've seen it!"

Finally, the chief of staff breathed a sigh of relief: "Got it, you will personally command the battle group. I will write it down in the battle plan. If the headquarters approves it, I have no objection."

Wang Zhong clapped his hands: "Good!"

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On August 8, as soon as Yegorov arrived at the office, he heard the phone on the desk ringing.

"This is Yegorov!" he picked up the receiver and said loudly.

"Egorov!" The voice of old acquaintance Eugene came from the receiver.

"Oh, who am I thinking? A miner." Yegorov called out Eugene's nickname without caring, "What's wrong?"

"Haven't you heard? A special battle group is being formed to rush to Melania's capital, and Marshal Rokossov is in charge personally!"

Yegorov was stunned. "Ah? The division commander is in charge personally? What level of cluster?"

"It seems like half a million people."

"Ah? Only so much? Why?"

Eugene: "Can your troops move?"

Yegorov was shocked. "We can still move, but... we lost 40% of our core NCOs. They are all recovering from their injuries. What about you?"

Eugene: "Better than you. You, you charge too hard, and the people below follow your example! But we couldn't move, so the marshal used the troops that could move to put together 500,000 people."

"How can this be done? The troops that can be mobilized now are either in the second line or are slacking off. No, no, no, I——"

At this time, Yegorov's desk phone rang.

"Wait a moment." He put down Eugene's phone temporarily and picked up the other receiver. "Hello? Who is it?"

"Commander!" The voice of the commander of the Melania People's Army came from the receiver, "Did you hear that?"

Yegorov: "I heard it, don't worry! Melania must be part of this group! I will go to the front headquarters to ask about the situation, don't worry! Don't worry!"

(End of this chapter)