Chapter 563 Hello, Your Marshal's Staff Express Delivery

On December 2, 1915, the 100,000-man cavalry of the Second Guards Cavalry Army crossed the frozen Valdai River in a mighty force.

The army's mission was to destroy Plossen's transportation lines and create the illusion of encircling the Plossen Shiplin Army, which was responsible for the rescue.

Regardless of whether the mission of creating the illusion was successful, these 100,000 cavalrymen could cause serious damage to Plossen's supply lines.

If General Shiplin did not retreat as soon as possible, his army might have to cross the frozen Nanant grassland on foot.

This was not much better than being surrounded, and I don't know how many people would freeze to death on the grassland at minus 40 degrees.

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At the Shiplin Army Headquarters, General Shiplin frowned when he saw the report that had been summarized so far.

The army chief of staff: "I bet with my military common sense that this is a deception operation, and only cavalry units should be involved."

General Shiplin: "But these cavalry will seriously damage our logistics. We are extremely short of fuel, and then that idiot Meyer actually airdropped our fuel to the Sixth Army!

"If we don't retreat, we will have to leave the Nanant Steppe on foot. Rokossov is a very interesting person. He sent the cavalry to force us to retreat, and then created such a perfect reason for us.

"He actually gave us an illusion that he wanted to eat us all."

The general stood up and paced back and forth in front of the desk.

After walking two circles, he stopped, turned his head and said to the chief of staff: "Then let's take advantage of Rokossov's kindness. Report to the emperor that we are at risk of being surrounded and annihilated."

"Is this really a good idea?" The chief of staff said with uncertainty.

"Of course, we didn't lie. We allowed a large number of enemy cavalry to destroy our transportation lines, and the result was that we were annihilated. This can be explained later, but now we report that it is urgent. Rokossov has begun to surround and attack the reinforcements." General Shiplin looked very happy.

The commander of the 51st Infantry Army asked: "What about the Sixth Army?"

Shiplin pressed his hand on his heart: "The Proson Empire is with them."

The generals looked at each other.

General Shiplin: "Send the telegram, it may not be passed. His Majesty the Emperor may call with stern words and strictly order us to rescue the Sixth Army. In that case, we can only hope that Rokossov will really treat the prisoners as well as rumored."

The chief of staff looked at the others and made up his mind: "Okay, I will draft a telegram now."

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After reading the latest urgent telegram, Emperor Proson said to everyone in the war room: "You all go out."

Giles: "Should I stay?"

"No, all go out." The emperor said calmly.

So a group of people left the room in a line.

When they got outside, Marshal Brian asked Giles: "His Majesty has been in a very low mood recently, as if he has aged ten years."

Giles: "His Majesty has realized that the defeat in Abavahan is inevitable. He just can't accept it."

Marshal Celtic: "He didn't act like this when we retreated from Yebao last year."

"Because we lost this time, the possibility of winning the war is very slim. Even if we start a general mobilization now, we will only be tied with the Allies." Giles also looked very depressed.

Marshal Brian patted him on the shoulder: "Relax, there is still a chance to win the support of the Allies and fight against the secular Ante together."

Giles nodded.

At this time, the Junker officers present looked at each other, and it was obvious that there was a little secret between them.

At this time, the door opened, and Emperor Proson walked out of the war room with his hands behind his back: "Order Shiplin to retreat. But tell him that the retreat can only be to the control line in August this year, no, at the end of August!"

Marshal Brian: "There should be no problem. Our troops are enough to block the possible counterattack of the Ants at the actual control line at the end of August."

The emperor pointed his right index finger at Marshal Brian: "Make sure to do it!"

"I promise." Marshal Brian said.

The emperor: "If you can't do it, your position as the commander-in-chief of the army will end here. You should know that I have wanted to replace you for a long time, so take care of yourself."

Brian's expression was unusually serious.

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December 5th, sunny.

Wang Zhong sat in the Pei 3 driven by Emilia as usual and flew across the vast grassland.

"It looks like..." He carefully chose his words, "It looks like the enemy is making a big move!"

In fact, he had already seen clearly in the highlighted range that these people were preparing to retreat.

Emilia: "If you feel that the enemy is making a big move, then it should be. Our witches' intuition is very accurate."

Don't "we" witches, okay! I obviously have a little brother!

Wait, this doesn't seem to be a problem in the world before the crossing, as long as the female in my heart is awakened.

Wang Zhong forced himself not to think about these things and continued to observe the ground.

The more he looked, the more certain he was that the Shiplin Army was going to retreat, and the offensive preparations on the front line were all deceiving plans.

The enemy's General Shiplin was quite powerful. He decided to run away without any hesitation.

Wang Zhong suddenly thought, if the 6th Army of Plossen surrendered now, the million-strong army in his hands would be suddenly released. I wonder if he can catch up with the fleeing Shiplin Army.

Damn General Frederick, why haven't you surrendered yet! Be more diligent after being humiliated by the cake!

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General Frederick had a high fever three days ago, and his headquarters was basically paralyzed. Every staff member was trying to protect themselves in the cold, and there was no way to complete their staff work.

There were only a few exceptions.

For example, the loyal confidential secretary of the army group insisted on translating the telegrams sent by His Majesty the Emperor every day and submitting them to General Frederick.

Today was the same.

The general was holding the telegram on the bed: "You know that I have a high fever of 39 degrees now, right?"

Confidential secretary: "You will be interested in the news above."

The general looked at the telegram, and then sat up and read out the text aloud: "Because the Shiplin Army Group is at risk of being surrounded, the 15-day rescue operation is officially over. I hope that everyone in the Sixth Army can remember the honor of the Plossen soldiers and fight to the last moment under extremely difficult circumstances.

"Emperor Reinhard..."

After reading the last signature, the general's expression was a little depressed: "Although I know that the final result is this, when the news really comes... it is still so hard to accept. ”

Confidential Secretary: “Do you want to reply to the High Command and His Majesty the Emperor?”

The General thought for a moment and said: “Smash the radio and Enigma machine, and say that we have cut off the fuel supply, and the hand-cranked generator cannot support high-power equipment.”

“This... there is no way to contact the High Command in the future, is this okay?”

“Yes.” General Frederick said, “The High Command will never give us valuable instructions and intelligence again. At most, they will only tell us that ‘if you hold on firmly, there will be a way.’”

Confidential Secretary: “Do we want to hold on? There are frostbite and frozen deaths in the headquarters. We really can’t fight anymore.”

General Frederick: “Didn’t you hear the order just now? If you hold on firmly, there will be a way.”

“Yes.” The confidential secretary stepped back, “Then I will arrange the destruction of the cipher machine and radio.”

“You go. "The general lay down again and pulled the quilt over his head.

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December 6, Eagle's Nest, the heart of the Proson Empire.

The emperor took the phone: "Why are you still staying so far away? Didn't Rokosov say he was going to surround the point and attack the reinforcements?"

"Yes," General Shiplin replied on the other end of the receiver, "We are advancing slowly because we have to break through the enemy's blockade. Fortunately, Rokosov launched this offensive hastily, with a large number of cavalry troops, and the blockade we encountered was not serious, but... hundreds or thousands of us were killed every day. "

The emperor: "I don't care what your reasons are, bring the troops back from that damn place."

General Shiplin: "Of course I will do my best. I named this operation the generator! The generator operation lasted for 15 days, mainly to rescue the Shiplin Army Group, which was relatively short of fuel and supplies. "

The emperor had a sullen face: "If you want this plan to succeed, you have to act quickly, don't wait for Rokosov to eat up the Sixth Army! ”

General Shiplin: “This is why I called today, Your Majesty. We must keep the Sixth Army in the encirclement until December 10th, so that we can…”

“Enough,” the emperor interrupted General Shiplin, “You didn’t even think about saving the Sixth Army! You just wanted to get the job done and save it, and the only thing you cared about the whole time was whether you could get out of it safely! This is the first time I know you are such a person!”

General Shiplin: “Saving the Sixth Army is an impossible task. It requires a large number of artillery, tanks and infantry, and I only have such a small force. Rokossov is very strong now. If the Sixth Army can’t hold on a little longer, my elite veterans will be in danger.”

“Okay, I know, I will find a way.” The emperor was actually persuaded by General Shiplin.

He put down the phone and looked at Marshal Celtic: “What do you think we should do now to make General Frederick hold on until the last moment? "

Marshal Celtic glanced at General Moltke, the director of the armored forces, and his eyes stayed on the rank of general on his collar for a few seconds.

Then the old marshal pushed his glasses: "I think we can promote General William von Frederick to marshal and grant him the marshal's baton."

The emperor frowned: "Will this work?"

"This is the only reliable method among so many unreliable methods." Marshal Celtic smiled bitterly, "But to be honest, the probability of it working is very small, and the Ants may capture our marshal alive. Is this okay, Your Majesty?"

The emperor thought for a while and said: "Let's do it, I will write the letter of appointment myself!"