artillery arc

Chapter 779 White Horse White Horse
December 12, Friedrich Street, Prothenia.

Filippov raised his right hand: "Stop! Stop!"

His jeep braked, and the entire military convoy behind him stopped as well.

Filippov got out of the car and carefully examined the road sign on the stone pillar: "Friedrich Street, let me see..."

He took off the map pad he always carried with him and looked at the city street map on it.

Thanks to the assistance of Stas's Davarish, all officers of the Ant Army rank of captain and above were given detailed city maps with the name of each street marked in both Ant and Proson.

"Friedrich Street, here. We are approaching the center of Plossen!" Filippov put away the map and looked up at the heavy snow falling.

His guard said, "It's freezing cold, but I don't feel cold at all, Colonel Davalish."

Filippov: "Me too, everyone. Come on, get some paint and write '10 km to the city center' on this sign and draw an arrow!"

Soon paint was brought and bright red Ante language and a huge number 10 were written on the road sign.

Just as Filippov was about to get on the carriage, he heard the sound of horse hooves.

When he turned around, he saw a group of cavalrymen on white horses coming along the road, led by a knight wearing a marshal's uniform.

For a moment he thought it was Marshal Rokossov, but then he realized it was Vasily's fake brigade.

As long as the team members wear their coats inside out, they will become fake marshal uniforms, and if one dies, another will immediately take his place.

This tactic is actually ridiculous, and Filippov is very skeptical about its effectiveness.

But Vasily is very good at it, whether it's making fake mines with pickle can lids or deceiving people with fake corpses.

Filippov recalled the year when the war broke out, when Loktov was crazy about pickles, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this moment, the team of white horse knights ran to the side of the convoy. Suddenly, the door of the building next to the road sign opened, and eight Prosen soldiers raised their hands high, raised their weapons above their heads, and came out one after another.

The rider who played "Rokosov" reacted quickly and shouted to Filippov: "Capture them, Major!"

Filippov immediately gave the order, then remembered that he should salute the "Marshal" and hurriedly made up for it.

Fortunately, the surrendering Prosen people were all attracted by the "Marshal" and did not even look at Filippov, the "pawn".

Filippov heard the Plossen prisoners whispering:

"Marshal Rokossov really knows how to charge at the front line! Much better than our generals who hide in the back."

"Yes, look at Grand Duke Meyer, the Air Force Commander. Can he still get on the plane?"

"The key is that his uniform is still spotless at this time!"

"Haven't you heard? Rokossov is immortal after being canonized. If he wants, he can kill us all one by one!"

"Come on, how is that possible! I heard that Rokossov is a son of 66 twins, a total of 66 identical people, whoever gets the chance to be the marshal will be the next in line!"

"Your idea sounds more reasonable."

At this time, the Ante soldier who didn't understand Proson's language shouted, "Quiet! What are you arguing about!"

So the prisoners' whispers died away.

Filippov felt a little regretful. He really wanted to continue listening to what these people said about Marshal Rokossov.

Unexpectedly, Vasily's trick worked so well! This excrement collector is an expert in this area.

He should not be a musician but a magician, performing magic tricks in the theater every day.

The cavalry had already passed the convoy and moved forward. Filippov said to the sergeant who had just quieted the prisoners, "Keep an eye on them and wait for Stas to come and receive them."

The sergeant's face twisted: "You can't do this, Commander! We have to go to Prothenia too!"

Filippov: "You are standing on the land of Prothenia! In the future, you can proudly tell your sons and grandsons that you conquered Prothenia!"

Sergeant: "This... This is different, right? I think there should be something special to do!"

Filippov pointed to the building where the Prosens were hiding. It was the only relatively intact building nearby. "You can write on the building. Write where you are from and if any relatives or friends died in the war. There is also half a bucket of red paint. Write!"

The sergeant looked at the prisoner, then at the wall of the building: "Well, I'll do as you say, Colonel Davarish."

Filippov saluted and patted the driver's seat: "Drive!"

The regiment's convoy then headed again towards the center of Plossenia - the Boudenburg Gate in front of the Plossen Palace on the central axis.

Not long after the convoy started, it encountered a group of military academy students taking photos on the ruined street.

Filippov asked loudly: "Why did you come to the front line?"

Now Ant should not need to recruit military academy students to fill the battle line.

While Filippov was asking questions, the driver smartly stopped the car in front of the line of students.

The captain in charge replied: "Let's take the outstanding students to experience the process of occupying Prothenia."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, the students behind him shouted, "We spent a lot of time thinking about the top 30 to get this spot!"

Filippov: "What's the point of being in the top 30? You have to pass all the subjects and be ranked last, that's amazing!"

The captain complained, "Stop talking like that, Comrade Major. Now everyone in the military academy is trying to get the last place in the exam. Their grades are flying lower and lower. It's obvious that they have learned the courses very well and have mastered them better than each other. But they deliberately make mistakes in the exams, and their grades are all terrible!
"That's why the school came up with the idea that the top 30 students can personally attack Prothenia!"

Filippov laughed.

The students laughed too.

Filippov: "Are you still singing 'Tania, Tanyusha, my Tatyana'?"

One of the students: "No more singing, let's sing "The Girl with Black Eyes" now."

Filippov: "Oh? How do you sing it?"

The students looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on a tall and thin young man: "The major wants us to sing, so just sing a part, Alyosha."

"Yes, the major has a gold star, and his troops also have capes. They must be great war heroes. Just sing a part!"

Then the young man sang:

"One summer day, I looked toward my neighbor's house.
“I saw a dark-skinned girl picking baskets of grapes.

"I blushed and felt a little nervous. I wanted to tell her."

"'Please come to the river and let's greet the dawn together.'

"Hey, hey, hey, the green maple trees are rustling, and in front of you, I don't know where to put my hands and feet.

"Green maple tree, lush maple tree, I will sing for you."

Filippov: "I seem to remember that there was a heroic fighter plane regiment that also liked to sing this song. Their commander's nickname was the Conductor."

"Really?" The students were delighted. "Can we meet the head of the group?" "Of course, I'll write you a letter of introduction."

Suddenly, one of the students realized: "Ah~ The major wants to trick us back to the safe air force base! He is afraid that we will die in Prothenia!"

"We are not afraid. We are the 30 people with the best military skills in the school! We can destroy any enemy we encounter!"

"Yes, maybe I can catch the last bus and get a gold star!"

When Venus was mentioned, all the students became excited.

The captain who led the team sighed, "Gold Star again, Comrade Major. These people have escaped many times in order to secretly earn gold stars. If you really wrote a letter of introduction, I would like to thank you. I can finally bring them back to a safe place!"

Filippov took out a pen: "I'll write now."

"Stop!" a student cried out.

Suddenly, a student shouted: "Look, Marshal Rokossov!"

Filippov: "That's our psychological warfare unit. Marshal Rokossov has been pinned down. His headquarters has been stationed 41 kilometers away from here for more than two weeks."

As they were talking, the sound of music came. There was no doubt that it came from the Rokossov Type 2 tanks equipped with large speakers of the psychological warfare troops.

The sound of music even drowned out the roar of the tanks. If the ground had not been shaking, Filippov would not have been able to feel the approach of the tanks.

Soon, a Rokossov 2 tank with a dummy standing upright appeared.

The tank commander asked Filippov loudly: "Have you seen the Revenge for the Heroic Brother?"

Filippov looked back and saw the words "Westward" written on the tank's turret.

Commander: "Sokabile, we had our tracks blown off by a mine from Plosson. We spent six hours repairing it, but now the Revenge of our heroic brother is gone!"

Filippov: "My regiment's vanguard battalion is with it, heading for the very center of Prothenia, the Boldenburg Gate! Shall I call them by radio?"

"No need, we just need to keep walking along the avenue and we will definitely catch up!"

After that, the tank roared and passed the regiment's convoy.

As they passed by the students, several of them looked at each other, and then the student who was obviously their leader asked, "Why are you not accompanied by infantry?"

"We are repairing the car. The infantry are so impatient that they went forward first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the 30 students rushed forward and climbed onto the tank in a hurry.

The captain in charge said: "Don't do that! You will have to write a self-criticism! No, you will be prosecuted by military law!"

The student leader said: "We saw friendly forces in need of help, so we took the initiative!"

"Yes! Go ask Marshal Rokossov, he will definitely agree with our approach! He will even give us medals!"

Seeing that he could not persuade the students, the captain turned to Filippov and said, "Why don't you talk to them, Comrade Major!"

Filippov: "You may not know that I am an old subordinate of the Marshal. I have fought under the Marshal since Loktov. My good friend Vasily is the Marshal's adjutant and now the head of the psychological warfare unit. I am familiar with the Marshal.

"You are right. The marshal will laugh, praise you for doing a good job, and then award you medals!"

The students were delighted.

The commander of the tank of the Westward Journey cursed: "Sukabulie, there are so many of you on board. If the enemy has a 20mm machine gun aimed at us, the tank will be fine, but you will all be finished!"

Student: "Isn't there a dummy with the marshal on it? The enemy will surely be frightened and surrender the moment they see it!"

Filippov raised his eyebrows, thinking of the Prosen people who surrendered when the group on white horses passed by just now.

Maybe...it's true.

He suddenly laughed and muttered, "I wonder how many old Plosson soldiers will be scared to death if the real marshal comes to the front line."

Those who are still resisting are all veterans of the Asgard Knights, and any veteran who has been on the Eastern Front is basically afraid of the Marshal.

The loop is closed.

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At the same time, the Ant Army's front-line headquarters was 51 kilometers away from the center of Plossen.

As soon as Wang Zhong touched the door handle, Pavlov shouted, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the toilet!" Wang Zhong turned around and said, "Do I need someone to follow me to the toilet? Or do you want me to poop here? Huh? Do you want to come with me? Pooping together shows our friendship?"

Pavlov: "Sergeant Gregory, follow the marshal! If he wants to shit, you shit too! If he wants to run to the front, you follow him!"

Wang Zhong: "You don't believe me! Besides, the headquarters has no spare vehicles now! In order to prevent me from going to the front line, you even sent away the tanks of the headquarters guard regiment!"

"Don't you know why I do this?"

Popov also said: "Well, if the progress is fast, the troops will reach the city center today. Once the enemy is eliminated, you can swagger in!"

Wang Zhong: "Then it's too late! I mean, my poop."

After saying that, he walked out.

Sergeant Gregory followed him: "Here's the paper, Marshal."

The marshal took the paper: "Thank you."

Sergeant Gregory: "Actually, there are still cars left."

Wang Zhong: "Forget it. I'm still counting on the Bald Guy to organize an attack on the Fuso Empire. I can't let him go home and hug his child. That's it!"

Gregory: "Really? In fact, I think Colonel Vasily's strategy is very effective. If you go to the front line now, Marshal, you may be able to scare the last stubborn enemy to death."

Wang Zhong thought it wasn’t that exaggerated. I just felt that relying on my own hostility perception should be enough to ensure safety. I didn’t want to scare the enemy to death.

After all, I'm not an angel of the Emperor who can really chop a tank to pieces with one blow.

Even if there is psychic power in this world, it is mild psychic power and low level of magic.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhong took the paper and walked out of the headquarters.

Then he saw a white horse leap high over the headquarters wall.

Yes, the two-meter-high wall was jumped over by a white horse.

Wang Zhong: "Fuck you, is this world really a low-magic world?"

Bucephalus landed lightly, flipped his hooves, then ran happily to Wang Zhong, bit the roll of paper in Wang Zhong's hand, and ate it in a few bites until only a paper core was left.

Sergeant Gregory: "I'd say it's a vision of Saint Andrew, Comrade Marshal."

(End of this chapter)