Chapter 538 In the Underground Tunnel

The new headquarters of the Abavahan Front was set up in a maintenance shaft on the side of the cross-river tunnel.

The cross-river tunnel itself has become an important transportation channel for the front army. Transport vehicles shuttle through the tunnel almost day and night. As long as you open the door of the maintenance shaft leading to the main tunnel, you can hear the continuous sound of car engines.

At first, Wang Zhong was worried that the tunnel maintenance shaft would be stuffy. After entering, he realized that the maintenance shaft was also a ventilation shaft with good air circulation.

He even felt a little cold.

But with so many people gathering in a confined space, there is a risk of danger if ventilation is not maintained.

As soon as Wang Zhong entered the headquarters, guard Gregory said: "I'm going to check the defense of the headquarters."

After speaking, the sergeant major grabbed the clerk who was passing by: "Show me the blueprint of the tunnel. I want to know every exit."

Wang Zhong: "The enemies have all reached here, so Abawahan has almost been lost, at least this side of the river has been lost. It shouldn't be possible."

"Be prepared, my general." Gregory said and saluted Wang Zhong, "This is my duty, just like your duty is to lead us to victory."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

After seeing off Grigory, Wang Zhong said to Yakov: "It's too cold here. Go to my dormitory and get my thickest coat."

Yakov: "Your clothes have been delivered to the lounge. I'll get them."

After that, he got into the narrow side door and ran away along the small passage.

Wang Zhong turned to Pavlov: "How long will it take for the headquarters relocation to be completed? I mean, how long will it take for the headquarters' functions to be restored?"

"It has been restored now. Because the place is small, it can only accommodate some staff officers and clerks. I asked those who have received combat training to stay, and the others are sent to the east coast to maintain the operation of the entire headquarters through telephone lines."

Wang Zhong nodded: "Okay, this is good. All the people in the city who have not received combat training will be sent to the east coast."

"I have been doing this since I arrived here, but many people refuse to go to the east coast. They want to maintain production in the city. Currently, Abavahan can produce hundreds of Bobosha and ten T34s a day."

Wang Zhong: "Production of 300 vehicles a month? Is it that high?"

Pavlov: "This is the output achieved under the current difficult supply of raw materials. The local church has found a way to maintain the supply of the factory. I don't know where they got so much steel and non-ferrous metals from. It may be from local sources. Got it from the residents.”

Wang Zhong sighed: "People, with people like this, we will definitely win."

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Wang Zhong: "But women and children must make sure they leave the city. You have to convince them..."

Popov: "This is my job. In fact, I have tried my best to persuade the women and children. But most of the women in the city have joined the labor camps and are currently building fortifications and anti-tank piles across the city. Their children are not willing to leave, and they are all helping to lay landmines, divert traffic, and do other transportation work within their capabilities.”

"Nonsense, let the children leave! If you can't do it, you are derelict in your duty!" Wang Zhong raised his voice and glared at Popov.

Popov: "I'll deal with this."

With that said, he quickly left the headquarters.

Yakov happened to come in with his coat, glanced at Popov and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? The military bishop looks very serious."

Pavlov: "His Excellency the Commander gave him the difficult task of convincing the children to leave their mother - and indeed their entire family."

Wang Zhong: "This is his job. Do you understand his job?"

Yakov: "Okay, your coat."

Wang Zhong put on his coat and let out a sigh of relief. He came to the map posted on the wall and watched the staff update the status of the divisions in the city.

Pavlov: "Each division is divided into countless combat groups according to your orders, hiding in buildings and ruins. They will kill the enemy as much as possible until they die on the battlefield."

Wang Zhong nodded.

Pavlov: "This is just a simple exchange of lives, without any strategy or tactics at all."

Wang Zhong: "But it can help us win."

At this time, a staff officer ran over: "Report from Beachhead No. 1, the enemy has begun to invest Moravia servant troops."

Wang Zhong: "Really? How many servants were invested? How many numbers appeared?"

"The numbers of the two armies." the staff officer replied.

Wang Zhong smiled happily: "Okay! Great! The servant army has low combat effectiveness and needs supplies. Two group armies are so many more mouths. This will be the last straw to bring down the other side. As long as we can withstand it The enemy’s final offensive was won!”

Pavlov looked at the map seriously: "Withstand the final offensive..."

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Prosen, the headquarters of the Sixth Army, General Frederic pointed at the map: "We have advanced to the urban area of ​​​​Abavahan. As long as we push the artillery position forward, our artillery can even bombard Rokossov." 's headquarters.

"And your army will directly engage in the attack on the city."

He looked at the face of the commander of the Prosen 30th Infantry Corps who arrived with the Moravians.

The commander of the 30th Infantry Corps held his head high and said: "Leave it to me. My corps happens to be equipped with a considerable number of Bison self-propelled infantry cannons, which can be effective in the city and destroy the buildings guarded by the enemy with precise and powerful shelling."

General Frederick: "Very good. I will send the 6th Asgard Panzergrenadier Division to assist you. This division has not yet been put into combat. It not only has elite armored grenadiers, but also An armored battalion!

"These tanks are all designed for urban combat. Special armor is welded on the vehicle to protect against enemy Molotov cocktails."

The commander of the Thirty Infantry Corps saluted: "Thank you General for your support. We will definitely complete the mission and completely capture the port within three days!"

"Three days?" General Frederick shook his head, "Three days is too slow, my general, three days is too slow. The strength of the Anters is increasing every day, and it is the same as last year! I hope you can reach the port in one day without delay!"

The commander of the 30th Army looked embarrassed: "This is an urban battle, and it is all reinforced concrete buildings. According to our experience in Melania's capital, such a city is not so easy to attack."

Admiral Frederick sighed: "Seeking truth from facts is a good quality of a Ploson soldier. You are right. Let's take three days. After three days, I want to see the waves of the inland sea."

At this time, Admiral Frederick's adjutant reminded: "As an inland sea, the inland sea is calm most of the time."

"I know, damn, I know. It's just a metaphor!" Admiral Frederick said angrily.

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Unnamed Highlands.

Yegorov came out of the division headquarters, climbed to the high ground, and observed the direction of the city with a telescope.

"The city is burning," his lieutenant said.

Yegorov: "Yes, although we held our position, other troops were still penetrated and the enemy has entered the city."

As he spoke, he turned the telescope and looked in the direction of the train dispatching yard: "I don't know the situation over there. After the shelling this morning, the phone call with the Sixteenth Army was blocked."

Adjutant: "In the afternoon, the enemy fired a rapid fire in the direction of the train dispatching yard, so there should be still people resisting. It's just that the phone line couldn't be reached because the phone line was cut off."

"I hope so." Yegorov put down the telescope, "Today the enemy's attack on our position was much more ferocious. Fortunately, we have vortices to prevent the enemy's tanks from making too many mistakes."

The adjutant sighed: "How long will this battle last?"

"Isn't it natural to continue until victory?" Yegorov said with a firm expression, "Or we will all die in battle."

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Train dispatch yard.

The fierce fighting in the satellite city has lasted for two days, and it has never stopped from morning to night.

In accordance with General Rokossov's instructions, the soldiers of the Sixteenth Army were divided into parts, and in the form of a three-person combat team, they dealt with the Prosin people throughout the city.

Each combat group fought independently, decided its own actions in the ruins, and actively killed and wounded the Prossens.

Generally, such a fighting group will have one or two core members of the secular sect as the core. During the battle, the two attrited groups will even spontaneously join together to form a new group to continue fighting against the Prossens.

They couldn't contact their superiors and couldn't get supplies. They ate only the dry food they carried or found in the cellars of fellow villagers, and the bullets they fired were all captured from dead enemies.

Except for wearing khaki Ant military uniforms, their equipment is exactly the same as that of the Prosens.

There are countless such troops attacking the Prosen people day and night.

As long as there is still one such combat group alive, the Sixteenth Army will not be destroyed and the train dispatching yard will not be completely lost.

Although the headquarters of the Sixteenth Army has been occupied by elite Prosen soldiers.

A Major Prosen stepped on the unburned documents on the ground, walked all the way to the general who fell on the ground, leaned over and took out the documents from him.

"General Panfilov." The major, who obviously understood the Ant language, read out the name on the certificate, turned around and yelled, "You shouldn't have beaten him to death!"

The sergeant at the door said awkwardly: "He was fighting with a submachine gun and already killed three of us, Major. We can't afford any more casualties!"

The major scolded: "Won't you wait until he runs out of bullets? There are so many ways to capture him alive, why don't you think about it? Now that he is dead, no one can order him to stop resisting."

The sergeant hesitated for a moment and said: "Major, I don't think these Ants will stop resisting, even if ordered by the commander. I have fought with them, and they will not stop resisting, Major, not."

Major: "You can't decide! Hang the general's body in front of the tank and parade it through the city to let the Ant people know that they are defeated."

Sergeant: "I refuse to do such a thing. It will only boost the enemy's morale and make the enemy angrier and resist to the end."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" The major turned around and pointed to his badge, "I am a military police major, the eyes and ears of His Majesty the Emperor!"

The sergeant gritted his teeth and nodded to his subordinates, then two privates stepped forward, grabbed Panfilov's arm, and dragged him out.

(You are always worried about the little maid, so you can only release the sketch first)