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Chapter 749 From the Vistula to the Ocean, Melania Will Be Liberated

General Hawke retreated to the new headquarters 20 kilometers outside the city. While taking off his coat, he asked his men, "Is the supervision line set up?"

"Okay, we deployed the armored forces of the occupation army along the battle line. The fleeing soldiers calmed down when they saw the tanks and armored vehicles."

General Hawke: "Of course we will calm down. Gather the troops, restore the organization, and prepare for a counterattack. All the staff officers with nothing to do in the headquarters will be divided into groups of two, with a driver, to collect information from the fleeing soldiers.

"I want to find out what happened last night, how it happened, and why I moved from the comfortable occupation headquarters to this shabby house overnight."

Admiral Hawke said as he looked up at the ceiling of the new headquarters.

The house has brick walls and a wooden roof, which is the typical configuration of Melania's farmhouse.

General Hawke: "A 105mm grenade could easily penetrate this house and kill us all!"

Adjutant: "I will organize to reinforce the ceiling right away."

"Don't worry, first set up the telephone line and resume command functions."

Now the entire headquarters has just retreated, and many functions have not been restored, so the general ordered the staff to stabilize the troops and understand the situation, because now they can only stare blankly in the headquarters and can do nothing.

The adjutant was about to leave when General Hawke suddenly remembered something and stopped him. "We need to prioritize when restoring the telephone lines. Prioritize restoring contact with the front, airports, and radar stations. Contact with the rear is not that important because we can report the situation to the headquarters via telegram!"

The adjutant understood: "Understood."

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Melania's capital, the Vistula River beach.

A Po-2 biplane bomber fell from the sky and tried to land on the river beach, but its wheels sank into the mud as soon as they touched the ground, and the plane also moved forward to the ground.

The propeller tried to struggle at first, stirring up a lot of mud, and then water entered the exhaust pipe of the engine. After a few muffled sounds, the plane became quiet.

The female pilot in the driver's seat said to the two United States men crowded in the gunner's seat: "We are here."

Reporter Mike climbed out of the plane with difficulty, slid to the ground by stepping on the wing spars, and said to the pilot: "I thought the landing would be smoother."

"Be content. On average, you'll fall over once every four landings. You singled me out because my last three landings went smoothly. From a probability perspective, it's my bad luck."

Mike: “I can’t even argue with that.”

At this time, a man dressed as a civilian poked his head out from the river bank and shouted in Ant language: "Do you need help?"

Reporter Mike noticed that the man had a band around his arm, which was probably an identification band of the guerrillas who were rebelling against Melania.

Mike: "We are reporters from the United States and we want to interview Marshal Rokossov. Do you know where he is?"

Guerrilla: "Then you must be late. The Marshal has gone to the radio station, where there are always reporters from the United Kingdom."

"what?"

Mike looked back at his partner who had just climbed out of the plane - his partner had photographic equipment and was slower to come out.

Partner: "There is no exclusive. I suggest that we go and film the atrocities in Plossom first. Atrocities are more eye-catching and suitable for selling war bonds. The officials will like it."

Mike: “You’re right.”

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When the flash came on, Wang Zhong immediately turned his head to look. He thought it was his old acquaintance, Old Mike, who was always quicker than anyone else to grab news, but it turned out to be a stranger.

"Who are you?"

The photographer immediately straightened up and took out his business card: "I am the special envoy sent by the United Kingdom to pass on the information of the uprising to the United Kingdom."

Wang Zhong: "Did you just record Herman's last moments?"

"Of course, what I had been waiting for was the moment when this hero passed away. I originally wanted to call this photo 'Elegy', but now I want to call it 'Hope'."

The special envoy suddenly laughed: "Prime Minister Leonard will be furious when he sees the photo. You unexpectedly came over like this. He originally wanted to consume more of your manpower."

Wang Zhong: "He has succeeded. It is true that we have been unstoppable all the way, but the losses are also heavy. After all, most of our soldiers who participated in the assault did not have many bullets left.

"These last 30 kilometers were broken through with blood and lives. If an international conference is held again this year, I will give Prime Minister Leonard a big slap, and then I will tell him to say goodbye to the British Empire. Plossen did commit numerous crimes, but the British Empire was no less guilty. You should all be swept into the dustbin of history!"

The special envoy managed to utter: "We are allies..."

"Oh, really? When you were planning to use the Melania uprising to force our exhausted army, did you ever think about us being allies?
"Since Prime Minister Leonard is already considering the post-war period, then it's okay for us to consider the post-war period, right? When you send the photos back, tell Leonard that we will continue to move forward. After we recover the entire territory of Melania, we will go straight to the Oder River, occupy Prothenia, and then sweep across the entire Prothen Empire.

"We will join the Allies in Alsace."

Originally Wang Zhong wanted to talk about Paris, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that Proshen might not be able to defend Paris.

However, according to the current situation, the meeting point may not be the Elbe River in Earth's history.

So Wang Zhong said Salsace, which means the boundary is divided according to the border line between Plosser and Carolingian.

The next step is to consider landing in the Fuso Empire.

Special Commissioner: "Won't your troops rest?"

"Rest? Of course, we will rest, but considering your turtle-like speed on the Western Front, when we resume the attack, you will still be struggling in the urban cluster outside Paris!

"Just tell that Leonard!"

The commissioner nodded: "I will."

At this time, an Ante soldier came galloping over on horseback and saluted Wang Zhong on horseback: "Comrade Marshal, we found a large amount of Melania's treasure in the warehouse of the Plossen military camp!"

Wang Zhong: "What treasure? It's the historical relics of the Melania people! Protect them and don't let anyone get close to them. Let the Melania guerrillas also select trustworthy people to join the guard. When the Melania people repair the museum, they will send it back."

"Yes!"

After the messenger left, Wang Zhong looked at Melania and his people: "After Hermann's death, who will be your leader? I mean, who keeps his word?"

"It could be me." A guerrilla fighter stepped forward. "Almost all the guerrilla leaders have died. At this time——"

The guerrilla suddenly stopped talking and looked behind Wang Zhong with hostility.

Wang Zhong turned around and saw several well-dressed Melania people walking towards him.

The United Kingdom's special envoy introduced: "These are the members of Melania's Uprising Committee. The one walking in front is the chairman."

Wang Zhong: "They are the ones who betrayed Hermann?"

Special Correspondent: “They will make excuses.”

The leader opened his arms and said, "Your Excellency Marshal!" Wang Zhong pulled out his pistol and said, "Stop! I suspect you are a Proson spy and want to assassinate me!"

The leader was stunned: "What? That special envoy can prove our identity!"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, he said that you are the traitors who betrayed Hermann and sold out Melania's guerrillas who are still fighting! You must have received instructions from the Gestapo to assassinate me and make my army leaderless, making it easier for them to counterattack!"

"It's unfair! We left early to keep the fire burning so that we can make a comeback in the future!"

Wang Zhong: "Look around you. If you fail this time, there won't be a single guerrilla fighter left in the entire capital, not even a single Melania. The precious backbone forces will be completely destroyed, and there's no way you can make a comeback!
"You abandoned the people at the most critical moment. If it weren't for Hermann, the entire uprising would have fallen into chaos! You are guilty of a heinous crime!"

The leader stared with eyes wide open and hesitated for a long time, then suddenly became tough: "I am the chairman recognized by all members of the resistance movement! If you shoot me, you will be against all Melania members!"

Wang Zhong pulled the trigger and shot the shameless guy in the knee, making him fall to the ground.

"Really?" Wang Zhong looked at the Melania guerrillas next to him, "I shot him. Do any of you want to be my enemy?"

No guerrillas responded, and some even smiled with gloating eyes.

Wang Zhong: "It seems that no one wants to stand on your side. Of course, as a messenger of justice, I will follow procedural justice. Come on, lock them all up first, and when we stop the counterattack of the Prosen people, let the Melania people judge them!"

At this time, the guerrilla who had just said "I am the commander" stepped forward and said: "No need, we only saw a group of traitors."

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He raised his submachine gun, and the other guerrillas immediately followed suit.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the committee members turned around and ran. The sound of submachine gun fire was heard, and the bullets caught up with them and knocked them to the ground.

Because he was shot in the leg, the Chairman did not run away. He became the only survivor, kneeling on the ground and trembling.

Wang Zhong stepped forward and said, "On behalf of Melania's people and Hellman, I will shoot you!"

He raised the pistol, put it to the chairman's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

The special envoy's flash flashed: "Now, Marshal Rokossov, your pistol has killed two generals and a commissar."

Just as Wang Zhong was about to reply, he heard a horse neighing.

He looked back and saw Vasily riding a white horse galloping towards him from a distance.

The horse was indeed Bucephalus. It stopped right in front of Wang Zhong, making a humming sound.

Vasily: "After you landed, General, the groom came to me and said that Bucephalus had gone mad and they couldn't handle him. I hurried over, saddled him, and rode over."

Wang Zhong: "Really? You're just in time. I'm going to organize a simple staff and prepare to organize defense. The first task is to collect the weapons left behind by the scattered Proson soldiers, count the ammunition in various ammunition depots, and reorganize the remaining guerrillas."

Vasily was smiling, but now his smile froze: "Do you want me to do everything?"

Wang Zhong: "You can find a staff and clerk to help you. You can use local materials. Look, there are people all around."

Vasily looked around blankly.

Bucephalus twisted his neck 180 degrees and looked at Vasily on the saddle, as if laughing.

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Filippov followed the troops across the Vistula River bridge.

Seeing the scene on the west bank, he couldn't help but slow down.

Misha walked beside him and muttered, "Oh my God, this is too tragic."

The entire block near the bridge defense position was burned to the ground, and few of the remaining broken walls were taller than a person.

The surviving people were carrying bodies out of the rubble.

As he walked, Filippov suddenly saw a broken piano dragged to the center of the intersection. A ragged young man was sitting in front of the piano, playing Dvorak's "From the New World".

The piano had quite a lot of damage, almost no note was accurate, and many keys made no sound at all, so this famous piece of Dvorak sounded weird.

But the young man played without a care in the world, as if his passion could make up for the missing notes.

The Sten submachine gun on his back had slipped to his buttocks, and kept hitting the chair as he played passionately, making people worry that it might accidentally go off.

Filippov stopped, stood beside the piano, took out his harmonica, and began to improvise, trying to make up for the missing notes on the piano.

The young musician looked at Filippov and said something in Melania language. Filippov didn't hear clearly, but music transcended the language barrier.

Then the sound of violin joined in, and a blonde girl stood among the ruins, playing a well-preserved violin.

When the song ended, the crowd around applauded.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a big belly stepped forward and started speaking in tenor.

He sang a toast, turned his rifle upside down and used the butt of the rifle as a microphone.

The young guerrillas pulled the girls to join the revelry, their arms linked together, and they spun in circles, doing a dance that was totally incompatible with the drinking songs.

Someone shouted, "Bambino, what are you dancing to? This is a drinking song. You have to dance the waltz!"

"I don't know how to do it!" the young man shouted, "Just make do with it!"

Everyone laughed, as if they had temporarily forgotten the ruins behind them and their deceased loved ones.

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Reporter Mike: “Did you take a picture of it?”

Photographer Robert: "I took them, but they weren't powerful enough. I brought this!"

As he spoke, he took out a camera from the big bag on his back, quickly loaded the film, and started filming by hand cranking the wheel.

Mike: "Great! That's great! This video will definitely be preserved forever as a precious historical archive! Give me the camera, I'll see if I can challenge for the Pulitzer Prize."

As he said this, he took off his partner's camera and started to find the angle.

With the sound of the shutter, the scene was captured on the film.

Mike walked around the small intersection, trying to capture the crowd, the ruins, and the weapons they carried.

He has even thought of a name for the photo.

"liberation".

There is no more appropriate name.

(End of this chapter)