Chapter 553 "It's over, It's Over"

November 9, Abava Air Force Command.

Pavlov handed a document to Wang Zhong: "The heavy snow still seriously interfered with our troop assembly and ammunition storage. Although we mobilized one million people to clear the snow along the railway, the trains were still seriously delayed."

Wang Zhong: "What about other modes of transportation?"

"We mobilized three million people for transportation, and more than two thousand people died in the heavy snow alone, but there were still delays. If the offensive time is set on the 10th, we really can't catch up." Pavlov returned to his seat, picked up the hot coffee, and covered his hands to keep warm.

Wang Zhong: "There are still 11 days."

Popov suddenly slammed the table: "Damn, I've read the heroic deeds they collected in the local church recently. I really want to fight back today and rush up to kill these Prosen people!"

"It's snowing heavily." Wang Zhong comforted, "If you really think so, you should have driven a small tank with me a few days ago."

Pavlov: "Don't! We already have one senior general who will take risks on the battlefield. You are enough for our front! Oh, by the way, I arranged for the Guards to change guard today. The enemy can't react to the heavy snow."

Wang Zhong: "How are their casualties?"

"Less than half of the personnel have been reduced." A loud voice came from the door.

Wang Zhong turned his head and saw a polar bear.

"You shake off the snow first." He said, "And don't shake my headquarters. It's cold enough in the headquarters. If the snow melts and the temperature drops, it will become an ice cave."

The polar bear nodded: "Okay, I'll be back soon."

It turned around and tossed around outside for a while. Yegorov walked into the headquarters with a conspicuous bandage on his head: "The snow is really heavy. If someone faints in the snow, they will be buried in a few seconds."

Wang Zhong: "What unit is the replacement unit?"

"515 Infantry Division, a group of young men who dream of having the title of guards. Don't worry, they can defend the nameless heights."

Wang Zhong: "So many brave soldiers have sacrificed, this nameless height should also have a name. When the war is over, I will build a statue there."

"A group portrait of soldiers?" Popov nodded, "Okay, when the war is over, All is easy to say. "

Wang Zhong: "No, that is the starting point of the counterattack. I want to build a statue of the motherland holding a sword high, with one hand holding a sword and the other pointing at Prosinia. The counterattack starts from here!"

Yegorov laughed: "Hahahaha, this is great. In the future, when I bring my son or daughter to the statue, I can say that my father was stationed here and exceeded the task here!"

Pavlov: "How about making the statue out of steel? Just use the helmets, weapons and tanks dropped by the enemy on the hill, melt them, and recast them into statues!"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, iron statues are too troublesome to maintain, and they don't last long enough. If human civilization perishes in the future, they will gradually disappear.

"I think those steels should be cast into farm tools, used to cultivate and restore homes. Statues and the like should be made of marble."

Casting swords into plows is too romantic and in line with the aesthetics of Wang Zhong, a Seres.

Popov: "This is good! When the war is over, I will apply to come here to supervise this matter. "

The war is over. Everyone in the headquarters stopped when they heard Popov say this.

The war is over. For the first time, this word is not a simple wish, but a fact that is bound to happen.

Yegorov slapped his thigh: "The Prosens said that this offensive will end the war. I didn't expect them to be right. This battle did end the war, but not in the way they imagined!"

Wang Zhong: "It's not time to relax yet. It's better to pursue the enemy with the remaining courage, and not to seek fame by imitating the tyrant."

Everyone was stunned. The translator and cook that Wang Zhong brought back from the United States were not there at the moment, and no one could understand this Seris language.

This is the effect Wang Zhong wanted.

He looked at Yegorov and changed the subject: "Your mission is completed. Go to rest with the soldiers of the 1st Mechanized Infantry Division and heal your injuries."

Yegorov stood at attention and saluted Wang Zhong: "Comrade Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov, commander of the front, the 1st Guards "Red Flag" mechanized infantry division applies to end combat duty, division commander Yegorov! "

Wang Zhong stood up and saluted him: "Approved, thank you for your hard work."

Yegorov put down his hand and turned to go out.

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute! Eat before leaving. Communicator, ask the kitchen to cook noodles."

Yegorov was wrong: "No need for that, there are plenty of hot meals and hot dishes in the rear, we are not heading to the front line."

"Beginning and end. You are the first commander who ate my meal and came back alive." Wang Zhong controlled his expression, "Finally one person came back, otherwise my meal would really become what they call the last meal of execution. It's so delicious."

Yegorov: "It's really delicious, okay, eat it again. So what is today? You said noodles just now? Are Seris noodles different from our noodles?"

"That's different. Although my cook is from the south of Seris, he can also make noodles with gravy. You have to try it. ”

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November 12, Plossen Sixth Army Headquarters.

General von Frederick looked out the window and found that the snow had finally stopped.

He said to the orderly: "The snow has stopped, so at least General Winter will not hinder our retreat."

Orderly: "I am more concerned about whether our supply can be restored after the snow stops. I don't want to eat compressed biscuits with Ante pickles anymore."

Admiral Frederick: "After retreating to Shepetovka, there will not only be delicious food, but also Proshen sausages. Everyone can eat white and fat, all of us!"

After saying that, he left the room in high spirits and went straight to the headquarters. The first sentence he said when he entered the headquarters was: "Has the headquarters called back? Has our retreat application been approved?"

The chief of staff took the telephone receiver and looked at Admiral Frederick seriously: "General, the emperor's call."

Frederick frowned slightly and even slowed down his pace.

But he couldn't really refuse to answer the emperor's call, so he could only reluctantly come to the phone and took the receiver: "This is Frederick."

"Are you ready for the new offensive? I see the weather forecast that it will be sunny today." Emperor Proshen said on the other end of the phone.

Frederick glanced at the window. It was indeed sunny outside, and there was even winter sunshine shining through the glass.

He had no time to appreciate the scenery, and replied in a cautious tone: "Our supplies have not been delivered yet. The troops have been hungry for several days and are freezing. Many people died directly in the ice and snow."

In severe cold weather, the body's stored fat will be severely consumed to maintain body temperature, but at this time, the entire Sixth Army had no food to eat.

As a result, many soldiers starved to death.

There were also a lot of frostbite among the soldiers who did not die.

In addition, many people caught a cold and had a fever, and some simply had stomach problems due to not eating properly, which induced a high fever.

Now Frederick's Sixth Army has a lot of patients. Even if the weather warms up immediately, they have no strength to attack.

What's more, the temperature is still around minus 40 degrees - although the sun is out, it is no different from not being out.

Every word Frederick said was true. It was impossible to attack at this time.

However, the emperor slapped the table - or something else, anyway, he slapped something hard, and shouted loudly: "You are freezing, and so are the enemies! At this time, you have to fight to the last breath! The armored army I gave you is on the way, and when they arrive, you will launch an attack!"

At this time, the liaison officer of the Air Force came in and put a bag on the table in front of Frederick, next to the phone.

The chief of staff took the bag considerately, unsealed it, took out the photos inside, and his face turned extremely ugly after flipping through a few photos.

While listening to the emperor's scolding on the other end of the phone, Frederick took a photo from the staff.

This is an aerial reconnaissance photo, which shows neatly arranged tanks. The pencil writing on the photo shows that this is the situation on the other side of the Valdai River.

Frederick asked the air force liaison officer: "How many tanks were photographed?"

"A lot, all over the other side, and because of the previous snowstorm, they seem to have neglected air cover. Our intelligence officer believes that at least 600,000 troops have gathered on the other side of the Valdai River."

Frederick interrupted the emperor: "Your Majesty! I have the latest situation here. The enemy has gathered 600,000 troops on the east bank of the Valdai River. They may counterattack! I must retreat immediately, otherwise it will be too late!"

The emperor cursed: "The Ants have just invested hundreds of thousands of reserves on the Western Front. They can't have 600,000 people, impossible! You must know that your opponent is that Rokossov. He made a bunch of fake tanks in Yeisk and deceived us!

"This must be his plan to deceive the enemy! If you believe it, it will play into his hands! He is very vulnerable now. You have to attack, attack!"

Frederick was silent for a few seconds and replied: "I will try my best."

"Not try your best! You must use a firm attitude to attack and win the victory! You are the closest to defeating Rokossov among all the generals! Attack!"

Frederick sighed quietly, and replied with a serious face: "I will complete your instructions!"

"Very good, if you need anything, just ask, the Air Force will fully cooperate with you."

Frederick tried to pretend to be excited: "Really, that's great."

"Looking forward to your good news." After saying that, the Emperor of the Empire hung up the phone.

Frederick slowly put down the receiver: "You don't know the power of the three armies, but you share the responsibility of the three armies. Every time it comes to an important juncture, you always directly interfere with the command! It's over, it's over!"