Chapter 568: Pursuit

On December 9, in accordance with the instructions of the diocese, the youth volunteer team of Badaev Village crossed the frozen Valdaichu River carrying dry food raised by themselves and set up a supply point on the main road.

The village militia acted as a guard, as some scattered enemy skirmishers were said to be scattered on both sides of the main road.

However, by the evening of this day, the young people had not seen the defeated troops of Prosen.

Only the boys of the Abawahan Front kept moving forward.

All the troops were marching in a hurry. When passing by the food and water stalls set up by the young people, the soldiers just hurriedly picked up the food and water on the table and enjoyed it as they ran.

A young man couldn't help but ask: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Most of the soldiers were eating and had no time to respond. Only the priest accompanying the army who was getting bread answered: "The enemy is running away. We are pursuing them. Commander Rokossov told us to run forward!"

After saying that, the priest also started running while eating, following his soldiers.

Not only the soldiers were running, but also the nurses and division chiefs who accompanied the army were running. The lady of the cooking team was still running with her iron pot on her shoulders.

Countless troops drove past the main road in a steady stream.

The young men in Badaev Village could only look at the soldiers with envy.

Most of the young men are not old enough to be drafted, but they have seen the cruelty of war and have buried their relatives and friends who were killed by the Ploson Air Force bombings. They are extremely eager to go to the battlefield in person and avenge the Ploson invaders.

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When Eric von Shipling entered the temporary headquarters, he frowned: "This is just a toilet! Do you want to set up a headquarters in such a place?"

The adjutant said awkwardly: "This is already the best house we can find. By the way, this is not a toilet, it is the main house of this family. The smell may...maybe it is from not cleaning the room for too long."

Shiplin shook his head, turned around and opened the door curtain and went out to the yard: "Okay, okay, we work in the car, and the temperature provided by the engine in the car is better than this thatched house anyway!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots were heard in the night that had just fallen.

Shipling raised his head and said, "Where are you shooting?"

Adjutant: "West, the gunfire came from the west."

"Of course I know it came from the west. What I'm asking is how far away from us the gunshot came from and where it was specifically!"

The chief of staff of the group army said: "It doesn't sound far away, no, it sounds like it's near us. Someone should report soon -"

Before he finished speaking, intensive gunshots rang out, and at this time everyone could hear that the battle was happening nearby.

Soon, the head of the guard regiment came over in person: "The Prosen cavalry came out of nowhere and is attacking us!"

General Shipling: "What nonsense are you talking about! Of course this came out of the snowfield! Rokossov had a large number of cavalry troops, or Guards cavalry, and he released all these troops that were easy to feed. They’re chasing us! Organize your defense!”

At this time General Shipling heard the sound of horse hooves in the street outside.

He glanced around and immediately jumped onto the command tank belonging to the army headquarters. He patted the commander on the shoulder and said, "Come down and I'll take this seat."

The commander got into the tank as soon as he left General Shipling.

Just at this time, the sound of horse hooves passed by the door of the small courtyard, and two smoking grenades were thrown into the courtyard.

The explosion happened almost immediately, and the guard who was on guard at the door was knocked down in large pieces.

Shipling ordered: "Reverse the vehicle, smash the wall behind, and prepare to spray the cavalry with firepower!"

The driver immediately carried out the order, and the tank reversed and smashed into the not-thick mud wall behind it.

After leaving the yard, Shipling continued to give the order: "Turn right 90 degrees! Aim the body machine gun at the cavalry in front and fire!"

The tank turned immediately. At the same time, the cavalry also discovered the tank and rushed over. The leading cavalry had already taken out Ant's incendiary bomb and lit the alcohol-soaked cloth stuffed in the head of the incendiary bomb on the horse's back. .

The cavalrymen held incendiary bombs like torches, leading the charge of their teammates.

The hull machine guns opened fire.

The Ant cavalryman fell down after being shot, and the incendiary bomb in his hand shattered to pieces on the ground, turning into a large pool of flames.

The horses behind were frightened by the flames and stopped and raised their front hooves, but they were also knocked down by machine guns.

Shipling: "Quick! Drive out another tank and block the streets on both sides back to back. Also, radio to call nearby troops, quick!"

At this time, the voice of the electromechanical officer came from Shipling's earphones: "Your Excellency, our tank has a radio, you can give orders yourself."

"I don't know today's code word!" Shipling cursed.

In this era, only the United States has mastered the most rudimentary radio anti-eavesdropping and anti-interference technology. Radios in other countries must use code words, at least to hide the unit number and target location.

At this time, another tank was about to leave the yard, but it got stuck when it crashed into the fence, and its tracks were suspended in the air and idling crazily.

Shipling: "Damn it, the house is leaking and it's raining all night! Get this tank out quickly! Dig out the wall that's blocking it first! Hurry!"

At this time, Shiplin heard the sound of horse hooves on the back of his head. He turned around and saw the cavalry coming from the other side of the street. Each of them held a lit Molotov cocktail in their hands and vowed to completely burn the two Prosen tanks. posture.

Shipling got directly inside the tank, closed the hatch cover, and at the same time said to the gunner: "Aim at the enemy group and fire!"

Gunner: "But, General..."

"Fire!" Shipling shouted again.

The gunner fired helplessly, but it turned out that there was an armor-piercing bullet in the barrel. It bounced on the ground and flew out. It flew a long way before being detonated by the delayed fuse.

Shipling: "Why armor-piercing bullets?"

"We heard that Ant's cavalry operated together with the armored forces, so we were prepared to face the enemy's armored forces."

"Load high-explosive rounds and shoot when ready."

Seconds later, the command tank's tank gun opened fire, and the shell exploded between the two horsemen.

However, the command tank is a modification of the Panzer III tank, and most of the Panzer III tanks provided to Shipling's army still use the old 37mm gun.

After all, the main job of commanding a tank is to command, and guns and other things are not important. I didn't expect this thing to be able to confront the enemy's tanks.

But now, this 37mm gun is killing Shipling. The cannonball exploded between the two cavalrymen. Logically speaking, both of them should have been blown beyond recognition. As a result, one cavalryman fell, and the other cavalryman continued to charge, seemingly uninjured.

Shipling had goosebumps. He didn't know what kind of fierce battles these cavalry had experienced and developed such a strong will to fight!

Fortunately, at this time, the machine guns of the security regiment started firing on the roof, and the gunfire everywhere became much denser without realizing it.

The head of the guard regiment lay on the top of the door and shouted to Shiplin: "General, don't be afraid, we have confirmed that it is just a small platoon-level force, and the attack will be repelled soon!"

Shiplin: "I know. But I feel that the situation is not good. Send the order! The entire command leaves this damn place safely and continues to advance towards Yeisk! Try to reach the Suhayaveli River within two days!"

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Evening of December 9, St. Catherine's Castle, National Radio.

In the main studio room, Olga read the speech script for the unknown number of times.

Turgenev: "Don't be nervous. I'm not asking you to recite it. Just repeat it later."

Olga had a bitter look on her face: "I'm afraid that I won't perform well in some places, and I won't be able to inspire the morale of the people across the country, and I won't be able to dampen the enemy's arrogance."

Turgenev: "Victory will boost morale. You don't have to worry too much. Just let the people across the country know that we won. They will celebrate their hard-won victory."

Olga nodded and asked, "Have the captured marshal's scepter been arranged for display?"

Turgenev: "His Majesty Belinsky provided the cathedral run by the church as an exhibition venue, and the captured enemy armored vehicles were parked in the courtyard of the cathedral for the public to visit."

Olga looked very happy and asked: "Aren't we going to exhibit the prisoners this time? Aren't we going to arrest them and parade them through the streets? I feel like we can do it again!"

Turgenev: "It was an emergency situation last year. Without some strong stimulation, many people would not have the confidence to continue the war."

"So don't you need excitement this year?"

Turgenev: "Yes, that's why you are preparing to give a speech now."

At this time, the director's voice came from Olga's earphones: "Get ready, the broadcast will start in 30 seconds. Your Majesty, when you see me put down my hand, start reading immediately."

Olga swallowed: "Okay! I'm ready."

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Wang Zhong looked at the time and waved his hand: "Bring the radio, let me listen to what His Majesty the Tsar is saying."

Popov looked surprised: "You don't know?"

Wang Zhong: "How can I know? Telepathy? I deliberately avoided suspicion yesterday."

While they were talking, the radio was brought over, and the staff officer holding the radio said: "We have adjusted the channel in advance, you just need to listen."

After saying that, he put the machine on the table and pressed the switch.

The melody of "Holy War" floated from the speakers.

Wang Zhong could feel that everyone in the headquarters stopped for a moment, but immediately they returned to work.

Suddenly, the music volume became quieter, and a female voice with a broadcasting voice said: "My compatriots across the country, officers and soldiers of the Ante Army, His Majesty the Tsar is going to give a public speech next."

Then the rustle of static electricity came from the speaker, and Wang Zhong suddenly felt that the surroundings were so quiet.

The rustling sound was broken by the same young female voice: "Huh? Can you say it? Ah, hello everyone, I am Her Majesty the Tsar... er, I am Olga Nikolayevna Antonovna.

"I want to announce great news to the people of the country! The heroic Abavahan Front Army, under the outstanding leadership of General Rokossov, not only blocked the attack of the Sixth Army of Plosin, but also launched a counterattack in one fell swoop. The Sixth Army was surrounded.

"Just yesterday, the Prosin Sixth Army surrendered to General Rokossov. The commander of the army, Marshal Frederic, handed over his marshal's scepter to General Rokossov..."

Wang Zhong sighed: "Your Majesty sounds like a little girl showing off the new doll she just got."

Pavlov and Popov both laughed.

At this time, the correspondent hurriedly ran in and saluted Wang Zhong: "Report! Just now on the radio, General Kirinenko reported that his forwards attacked a place that looked like a high-level command post, and the people inside had escaped in tanks. The order was sent The soldiers were on their way to return the captured documents to the front army headquarters.

Wang Zhong: "Tell Kirinenko that he is doing a great job! Keep it up. If you encounter a unit that you can't handle, bypass it and leave it to the mechanized units behind to handle it!"