Chapter 566 Title Worth Five Knives

After handing over the hungry and cold Prosen Army to General Dong, Wang Zhong led the small unit and continued to rush towards the headquarters of the Sixth Army.

On the way they encountered a Prothen anti-aircraft position.

The trees around the position had been cut down, and the position had completely lost its cover. It was very conspicuous in the white snowfield, so the tank crew saw the 88 gun early and was extremely nervous.

Wang Zhong ensured safety through the bird's eye view, so he sat calmly on the tank and reassured others: "Don't be nervous, the Prossenians were scared to death when they saw the red flag."

In fact, it was too cold to get out, and there was no one in the entire position. Wang Zhong cut the bird's eye view and realized that everyone was hiding in the only wooden house around the stove.

But that's not important!

The tank drove until it reached the air defense position. At this time, Proson reluctantly opened the door of the wooden house and came out.

Lieutenant Prosen, who was the first to come out, was stunned when he saw the red flag. The leader who came out behind saw the red flag and immediately knelt down and raised his hands in surrender.

Wang Zhong turned around and shouted to the car behind him: "Tell them that we are not here to accept surrender. Let them raise the muzzle of the anti-aircraft gun to the sky and go back to continue warming up."

The translator immediately complied.

The leading lieutenant gave a long answer, and the translator shouted to Wang Zhong: "He said the cannon has frozen and cannot turn at all."

Good guy, isn't this a scene I saw once during the counterattack last year?

Wang Zhong: "Then let them find a way to block something in front of the cannon, at least to show the receiving troops that they have no desire to fight."

After speaking, he didn't wait for the translation work, and directly patted the top cover of the tank: "Let's go, keep driving, and go to the headquarters."

The tank started up again and drove past four intact 88mm guns and four 20mm anti-aircraft guns.

After passing the anti-aircraft artillery position, the headquarters of the Sixth Army was not far away. Soon Wang Zhong saw a large group of people with neutral marks from an overlooking perspective. They were all Proson troops who had no fighting will and were waiting to surrender.

Perhaps because they were about to surrender, there were no sentries at all in the manor where the headquarters was located. Even after hearing the roar of the tanks, the sentries just ran to the window of the house and looked out.

The blocking pole at the entrance of the headquarters has been raised, and it looks frozen as expected.

The tank drove directly into the headquarters compound, and still no one has come out.

From an overhead perspective, there are only three Prossens in the headquarters. One of them is sitting behind the desk in the command room. You can see that his name is Wilhelm von Frederick, and his military rank is marshal.

Wang Zhong jumped off the tank and walked toward the gate in a swagger. Sergeant Major Gregory and two United States reporters immediately followed him. Others were a little slower in their reaction.

Wang Zhong entered the headquarters and saw the first living person in the headquarters - a senior soldier, huddled in the gatehouse and shivering, still wrapped in a blanket.

Wang Zhong: "Why don't you warm yourself by the fire?"

After Mike finished translating, the soldier replied: "The commander didn't even warm himself over the fire."

Because your commander was originally prepared to die as an apology, and sacrificed himself for the country to save his family. By the way, he might also have saved the families of his subordinates.

Wang Zhong didn't say this, but said to the person behind him: "Give him a coat."

So Gregory took off his coat, covered the superior soldier, and took away the superior soldier's gun.

Little Griff asked Gregory: "Aren't you cold, Sergeant?"

Gregory: "It is inconvenient to move around in a coat. I should have taken it off to prevent the enemy from cheating."

Ant's coat is heavy and stiff, making it difficult to move around. Ant's army has the habit of taking off their coats before charging. Firstly, it facilitates movement. Secondly, if they sacrifice themselves, the coat can be worn by others. It is not as easy to replenish this thing as other clothes.

Wang Zhong said goodbye to the first living person, strode forward, and soon met the second living person in front of the commander's office.

He asked: "Are you the marshal's adjutant? Your military rank is a bit low, and why don't you see your adjutant's ribbon?"

In Prosen's military rank system, the adjutant has a special decorative ribbon, the general's ribbon is golden, and the marshal's adjutant also has a gold button on the golden ribbon.

After Mike finished translating, the Prosin replied: "I am not the adjutant, I just voluntarily stayed to collect the body for the marshal. The adjutant and everyone in the delegation have left."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows. Generally, adjutants are the most trusted people of generals, just like Yakov.

He took it for a moment and felt that when he faced this situation, Yakov would definitely stay for the last ride.

It seems that the Prosin army has reached the point where the trees have fallen and the hozens have dispersed.

Deserve it!

Wang Zhong flew up, kicked open the door of the commander's room, and rushed into the room with murderous intent.

Marshal Frederic sat behind his desk with his legs crossed and smoking, with the Prussian and Imperial flags behind him.

Wang Zhong: "The defeated general has a lot of arrogance."

Mike translated: "You defeated thing, figure out where you stand and stand up for me."

At this time, Ant's translator hurried into the room and frowned when he heard Mike's translator.

Marshal Frederick stood up slowly and straightened his clothes: "I thought you were a soldier with a sense of honor."

Mike: "I thought you would have more taste and not be like a country boy."

Wang Zhong glanced at Mike. He instinctively felt that this guy was playing with journalism, so he said, "Don't translate, let me translate it myself."

After that, he looked at the marshal again: "I came to your headquarters to accept your surrender alone as you requested. I have given you the courtesy you requested. Now be happy."

This time, the translator translated everything rigorously without any mistakes.

Marshal Frederick: "Of course, of course. What are you going to do? According to ancient etiquette, I should take off my sword and hand it to you. Officers of the Fuso Empire also wear swords, but we have eliminated this backward thing.

"This is my pistol, and all the bullets have been taken out."

After that, Marshal Frederick came out from behind the table, came to Wang Zhong, and presented his pistol with both hands.

The photographer saw this and hurried to take pictures.

Wang Zhong also took the pistol with both hands, but handed it to the little Karlov who followed him in: "This is your reward, Karlov, and later I will ask the front headquarters to issue a certificate to prove that it is Marshal Prosen's pistol."

Little Karlov smiled: "Really? Thank you, General!"

Frederick's face was tense: "What does this mean? ”

Wang Zhong: "This little hero killed at least five Proson soldiers and buried many booby traps in your controlled area. Remember, it was not me who defeated you, but the heroic city of Abavahan and the heroic people of Ant who defeated you! I am just a member of the people of Ant. "

Marshal Frederick smiled and said, "Whatever the victor says is right, but I personally like your speech, although I know it is a common rhetoric of the secular faction."

Wang Zhong: "Taking this as a rhetoric is the reason for your failure."

"Maybe." Marshal Frederick replied calmly, "Then what else should I do?"

Wang Zhong: "I will take away your marshal's scepter, which will be exhibited publicly in Yebao as an important trophy. Just like you took my red flag to Prosonnia for exhibition. Sooner or later, I will take back my red flag. "

Marshal Frederick: "Isn't that a false flag? There are traces of gunpowder burning next to the bullet hole. It can be seen that the gun was fired close to the flag. The headquarters is also fake, isn't it? "

Wang Zhong: "You saw it, and sent the flag back to the rear?"

"Yes, I knew from the beginning that this was a trick to keep me here and delay time for your counterattack." Marshal Frederick shrugged.

Wang Zhong: "Then why are you still..."

Frederick: "If I don't report the capture of the flag, the Imperial Household Ministry will come to arrest me soon. I know it's a conspiracy, but I can't do anything but move forward and step into it.

"I have to admit that this is a brilliant strategy, which perfectly grasps our ambitious emperor."

Because I surrendered, I can slander the emperor at will, right?

Frederick suddenly thought of something and asked Wang Zhong: "A question off topic, you can gather so many troops so quickly, is it because of your special relationship with His Majesty the Tsar?"

Wang Zhong: "Your Majesty and I have no special relationship, I was just entrusted by my best friend to take care of her, that best friend has died in Agsukov, one day I will go to sweep his grave, one day."

Sweep the grave for him and my old father in this time and space.

Wang Zhong's expression was serious and murderous.

Frederick stared at Wang Zhong for a long time with a complicated look, and said: "I wish you success, future Marshal."

"Thank you."

At this time, Mike couldn't hold back: "You guys drink the wedding wine quickly, my partner can't wait."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, now Marshal, next we have a propaganda task, we have to drink a cup of wedding wine after the battle like the captain of the sailing warship era, would you honor me?"

"Of course, I am happy to."

Wang Zhong snapped his fingers, and the wine glass and wine were sent over.

He and Marshal Frederick each took a glass, clinked glasses and drank from each other's glasses.

Mike's partner took the photo as he wished.

Mike: "I thought about it, the article with the picture should be called the Marshal of the Past and the Marshal of the Future."

Wang Zhong: "Okay."

Frederick looked back and forth between Wang Zhong and Mike with a puzzled look on his face. At this time, the translator kindly translated the conversation between the two.

Frederick: "This is not good. It should be called the Marshal of the Filling and the Marshal of the Future. This is more in line with the actual situation."

Reporter Mike: "Okay! I accept this title. When the article is published, I will give you five knives of joy, Marshal."

He thought about it and changed his words: "I will give you five knives of joy now."