Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

"Was it before or after the main portal closed?"

"After closing."

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"Oh well, just order the logistics department to speed up the repairs! Are they all going to get shot if this keeps up?!"

“No problem, General, but,” Eddie Hill added, “if possible, I suggest we move the ‘Lotus Leaf’ device from the open space in front of the Capitol to inside this building. After all…”

"Shut up! I don't need your nonsense!" the major general interrupted the lieutenant colonel's rambling. "What's the situation around the camp now?"

"The ground defenses are also struggling to keep up."

"What the hell! So many KMFs and infantry fighting vehicles, and they still can't handle the cricket fighter jet?"

"But the ground troops are not only facing the machine guns of the fighter jets. In addition to the fighter jets that are entangled with us in the sky, the Soviet army seems to have fighter jets that are specifically responsible for low-altitude ground attack."

"bomber?"

"No, no, no, this size is far too small for a bomber. It feels more like a giant fighter jet, carrying a belly full of bombs and rockets to attack us..."

"Wouldn't that make it easy for the KMF and infantry fighting vehicles to sweep them away?"

"Ah... I don't know what's going on either, General. Besides the altitude and firepower advantage, these large fighters seem really tough. Their wings are not easily destroyed by machine gun fire, and..."

Suddenly, at that moment, a loud explosion boomed from the entrance of the command center, and the entire building shook violently, like a bus suddenly braking.

"Ah! What's going on! You idiot!" Marendor cursed angrily, turning back to look at the entrance, where a large pile of dust, rubble, and steel objects hopped around like rabbits under the room's lights.

Following a series of clanging sounds, a closer look revealed an airplane propeller spinning like a top as it entered, eventually coming to a stop not far from the doorway.

“Cough, General…” Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the command center, a soldier leaned against the door frame, one hand covering his face—it looked like a very fresh wound.

"Sorry, a destroyed enemy plane just crashed into this building..."

"what?"

"Ah, don't worry, it only broke through a small section of the outer wall. It didn't hit the building's load-bearing structure. We'll clear the wreckage of the fighter jet right away!"

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"Here you are, General..."

Now, Marendo and his guards stared blankly at the pile of wreckage embedded in the outer wall—like a shark's tooth broken off and deeply embedded in the fat of its massive prey.

The nose was only slightly deformed, which is enough to prove that it was a very sturdy part. The wings were not so lucky. The wooden planks were broken off from the fuselage. As for the steel frame and windshield on the upper part of the cabin, they were stained with blood and became a mess.

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"Is this what you call 'the fighter jet responsible for ground attack'?"

"Yes."

Marendo didn't say anything more, but his eyes changed slightly.

"Hey! Another enemy plane is coming!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a sharp machine gun blast rang out outside the Reichstag building. Following the hiss of the bullets cutting through the air, behind the soldiers who scattered and the ammunition belts flying into the windows, a gun hole that let in light appeared in the building's exterior wall in the blink of an eye. It has to be said that it lived up to its original name as "Germany's last bastion." It was a bit of a pipe dream for an ordinary machine gun to penetrate the brickwork of the Reichstag building.

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"Continue with your business!" The major general, who had been tackled by the guards, stood up quietly, dusted off his sleeves, and began to walk toward the window in front of everyone.

"Hey! General! It's too dangerous there!"

"Then why don't you look around and find a safer observation point, you idiot!"

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After a while, Marendor was led by the guards to a hidden hole in the wall, where he had to crouch down to see what was happening outside.

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Perhaps it was because the Capitol was too spacious, but Lieutenant Colonel Eddie Hill's shouts from the command center reached the general's ears, who was kneeling in front of the hole in the wall, without any obstruction.

It was quite rare for him to hear that roar; the deafening roar from the inferno outside the building had almost completely filled all of the general's senses...

He saw countless machine gun ammunition belts, accompanied by the flame trails of rockets and the dark afterimages of bombs, falling from the sky. There were even clusters of meteors covered in flames and thick smoke, interspersed with the broken walls of mechs and shattered aircraft, smashing into the barren ground and the black barracks, creating craters the size of patrol boats.

The fiery explosion sent up clouds of dust and debris, obscuring the view of the indoor audience like a sea fog over the wreckage of the KMF and tanks, as well as the soldiers who had died tragically in the open field.

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He could smell the pungent odor of gunpowder, the stench of burning electronic components from the vehicle, and a faint stench of blood from corpses, all surging into the hole, less than 5 meters long and wide, like a torrent. If you choose to stand here, then I'm sorry, you must accept this crimson perfume from purgatory.

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He heard the roar of rows upon rows of propellers, like flies blotting out the sky, sweeping past the Reichstag building. No bird—eagle, goose, crane—was allowed to linger in the air. Soviet warplanes had used every means at their disposal, turning all living things into dead pigs on a chopping block, ruthlessly chopping the rotten flesh to pieces with their iron-fisted blades.

After all that was done, the chopped-up remains, no longer recognizable as "meat," were swept onto everything writhing and wailing in front of the Capitol—soldiers screaming and rolling around the burning barracks, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies; the torsos and limbs of Sunderland and Gloucester were reduced to pieces of charcoal in the fire pits of the tanks; shattered helicopters and broken fighter wings were scattered around the camp, adding a ring of torches to this sea of ​​deathly nightmares.

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Section 91, Chapter 56: In the Name of the Soviet Union! Attack!

Marendo had been peering through the hole in the wall, peering into a corner of this scene of collapse, for a while now.

During this time, apart from the repetitive and monotonous devastation of the inferno, only two or three passing Soviet warplanes sprayed bullets onto the walls of the Reichstag, frightening the accompanying guards. Although the general was not so frightened as to immediately drop to the ground and cover his head, his eyes darted from side to side as the bullets grazed, undeniably revealing the slight panic in his heart.

In the past, there was never an enemy combat vehicle firing at him from just a wall away—whether it was stray bullets or bullets specifically aimed at him.

It must be said that this enthusiasm for welcoming the major general to "conquer" the region was at least ten times greater than the several hours of shelling yesterday afternoon.

Marendor felt his palms getting sweaty, so he rubbed his hands together in front of his stomach. Finally, after a long time, he managed to make a small, albeit not very big, movement in the face of the guards' concerned words and flustered movements.

"It's time to go... General..."

"Yes... Madam, it's too dangerous..."

Marendor didn't answer directly. Instead, he shrugged and gave a cold snort in front of everyone.

"Aren't you used to it yet? Or are you just too brave for me?"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the general stood up, slowly turned his body, and turned his back to the horrific scene outside the hole.

"You'd better get used to the situation over the next few days. It might look like this. I don't want you guys, who are supposed to protect me, to be a bunch of cowardly and useless cowards!"

After saying that, the general glared at everyone. To be honest, this look was different from what they had seen before. It was hard to say whether the general was just angry or using this anger to cover up his inner panic.

At that moment, an officer ran over from the side.

"General! Lieutenant Colonel Groen asked me to tell you that the power supply to the 'Lotus Leaf' system has been repaired and communication with Area 11 is now possible!"

"Hmm... Let's go!"

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"Report! Lieutenant Colonel Li Ens has sent a message saying that the Soviet aircraft have begun to gradually fly away from the airspace near the camp, ah, except for some fighters that are still fighting with the mechs."

"Drive them out as soon as possible! The enemy aircraft will definitely return soon!"

Eddie Hill was still working hard in the command center when he heard the general's voice and quickly turned around to salute.

"General, mission progress is normal, enemy aircraft..."

"Get out of here! Finish calculating the losses before you talk to me!" Marendo roared fiercely, and the lieutenant colonel, looking rather sullen, hopped and skipped away to the side.

"Get me connected to the Tokyo Concession City Hall! Now!" he yelled at the communications soldier.

"Yes, Your Excellency, we will do so immediately..."

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"Calling, calling! This is the Expeditionary Force Command Center of District 45. This is General Marendo Barosia! Respond to my call!"

The radio waves flickered playfully a few times, out of place with the atmosphere, before finally returning to normal.

"Roger! This is the Tokyo Concession City Hall! Radio access normal!"

"Ah, that's great..." Marendor breathed a long sigh of relief. "Soldier, could you please pass on a message to everyone at the City Hall parade ground? Can you open the main portal now?"

"I'm sorry, General, we've received orders from other officers. There's a rather big problem at the parade ground that needs to be dealt with. The opening time of the main portal must be postponed until noon today."

"Quite a big problem?" The major general was secretly starting to panic.

"That's all, General. Let's put the call aside for now. We'd like to know if anything unusual has happened on your end?" The young girl on the other end of the radio wave spoke in a tone that seemed to be giving orders to the Major General.

"I..." Marendo was about to get angry when a communications soldier next to him started relaying the message.

"General! The enemy outside the city seems to be using some kind of psychological warfare tactic!"

"Huh?" The major general was a little confused, looking back and forth between the communications panel in front of him and the communications soldier who had delivered the message.

"Something's happened, let's cut off the connection." The telegram to District 11 came to an abrupt halt.

"what's the situation!"

"Report to the General! The troops still stationed in the original artillery zone have sent a message! They heard Soviet loudspeakers outside the city and request that the audio signal be connected!"

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"Great Soviet fighters! Now is the time to fight for our motherland again! Once again, we have taken up arms and gathered on this vast land of thousands of square kilometers. Once again! We will surely crush all the enemies who stubbornly resist here!"

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The loud voice speaking a long passage in Russian echoed through Berlin, which had just been ravaged by artillery fire, leaving the soldiers still hiding among the ruins bewildered, including those few who were huddled in the East District.

Rosyth and Allen were still keeping watch atop a dilapidated building when they heard this impassioned speech.

"Huh? That's the enemy's voice?"

"What are they talking about?"

"I don't know, this isn't English..."

Hey! Does anyone here speak French? Or Russian?

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Four years ago, warplanes emblazoned with Nazi symbols filled the skies over Soviet territory, dropping bombs on major Soviet cities. Those damned German fascists drove their tanks and armored vehicles across the Soviet-German border, crushing our fields and villages! That day, that moment, marked the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War! From that day forward, the Germans never ceased their invasion of us! We lost our homeland! We lost our land! We lost our families! We lost everything we had! We were far from our homeland! We were far from our loved ones! We took up arms and began a resolute struggle against the German invaders!

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A few kilometers away in Makhsdorf, Lemilia and his soldiers sat quietly in their house, listening to the sounds coming from upstairs—the major was holding a megaphone and reading the contents of a document to the Soviet soldiers all over the street.

"The Germans have never defeated us! We have never bowed our noble heads before the invaders! We will never lay down our weapons and surrender to the enemy's guns! In Moscow, united as one, we marched in unison, shouting slogans of struggle, and marched proudly across Red Square. Heeding the teachings of Comrade Stalin, and receiving the inspection of the high command, we marched to the front with steps that would make the ocean tremble. With guns assembled by Soviet workers, tanks built in Soviet factories, the fighting spirit nurtured by Soviet soil, and the thunderous counterattack of the Red Army, we kept the Germans outside our great capital and shattered the myth of invincibility touted by the fascists!"

"The Germans are not a bunch of devils who give up easily! They still haven't stopped their rampaging tank tracks! But we used our own hands, our own weapons, to tell the Germans that we would fight to the end! In Stalingrad, we fought against every invader who tried to seize this great city! We fought against every enemy who wanted to drive us into the river! We fought in every building! We fought in every factory! We fought in every street! We fought on every position! Our determination to defend our motherland to the death was not intimidated by German warplanes! Our will to defend our homeland to the death was not extinguished by German artillery fire! We used bullets to tell all the Germans who dared to take a step forward that the longer they went into our motherland, the more casualties they would pay in return for the blood debt of invasion!"

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The shouts of the speech had completely drowned out the sporadic gunfire throughout Berlin. Outside the city, more officers were speaking into loudspeakers, reciting these passages written in blood. Anton, along with his regimental commander and his guardsmen on the outskirts of Berlin, quietly listened to their stories of the past…

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"No one can defeat the great Soviet! No one can make us give up our reason to fight for our motherland! Since the Germans want to fight, then we will not stop pulling the trigger! To drive the fascist bandits out of our homeland, we clench our fists, we operate tanks and cannons, and our iron will is unstoppable! In Leningrad, we swore to avenge our parents who were brutally murdered by the Germans! In Kursk, we swore to avenge our brothers and sisters who were slaughtered by Nazi warplanes! In Sevastopol, we swore to avenge our children and descendants who were slaughtered by demons! In Kharkov, we swore to avenge all the innocent lives lost under the brutal iron hooves of the fascists! Our path of revenge will not end with the victory of a few battles; our path of revenge will sever the root of all evil and drown all those who resist under the red flag of our motherland!"

"So! We fought! We fought wherever the Germans occupied! We destroyed every German tank that drove on the land of Ukraine and Belarus! We blasted down every bunker with the Iron Cross painted on it built along the Dnieper River! We crushed every German cannon mounted on the Baltic coast! We burned every Nazi swastika that dared to fly over Europe! We sent the Germans death ultimatums with guns and warplanes, and we will use the planes and tanks they built to make a coffin of steel and gunpowder for each and every one of them! We will let that damned Hitler know, let that damned SS know, let that damned black-clad beast know, let that evil Nazi Germany know that they have no choice but to surrender to the Soviet Union or be crushed by the Soviet Union in the face of our powerful will and fighting strength!"