Chapter 700 The Song Sounded Again in Loktov

Yegorov put down the telescope and looked at his watch: "It has only been 12 hours since the attack was launched, and the gunfire has become sparse."

His chief of staff also arrived outside the city this time. He looked at the already setting sun and said, "It's a pity that it's going to be night soon, and the daylight hours are getting shorter in autumn."

Yegorov: "Don't worry, nightfall is good for us. We have the help of the local parish. The situation of the Plosans will be even worse at night, believe me!

"We will end the battle before dawn tomorrow!"

At this time, the communications staff officer ran over with a landline phone in his hand: "Telephone number of the Eighth Guards Army."

Yegorov: "It's Eugene, for sure."

Then he took the receiver: "I'm Yegorov, is it Eugene?"

Eugene's voice came from the receiver: "How's it going?"

Yegorov put on airs and said: "Why do you care about Loktov! At this time, you are still working as your mine manager in the mine, mobilizing young people!"

Eugene cursed: "My men are veterans from Loktov, and there are two more in my headquarters! Why can't I ask? And we have to fight together. If you can't handle it, my right wing will It’s dangerous!”

Yegorov then said seriously: "Don't worry, the enemy's organized resistance will definitely be eliminated before dawn tomorrow, and the scattered troops will be cleared, which will not affect the offensive of our group army."

"Well, I wish you a happy homecoming - your home is in Loktov, right?"

"No, you forgot." Yegorov paused and added, "Besides, everyone in my family is dead, and I am the only one left."

Eugene was silent for a few seconds and replied: "Don't give up hope, maybe there are still people alive. Besides, don't you still have Dr. Katya?"

Yegorov: "Katya...we are just temporary partners until we find our relatives who are still alive."

"She's going to be heartbroken," Lieutenant General Eugene said. "Damn, the tables have turned. We've all started chatting on the line."

Yegorov also smiled: "If we continue to talk about it, the Tribunal will come to investigate our occupation of the military line. That's it. I wish you a smooth attack."

Eugene: "I also wish you success in taking down Loktov."

After speaking, Eugene hung up the phone.

Yegorov handed the receiver to the communications staff and said with a smile: "This miner has the tone of a soldier. In Aolachi, the fortification he commanded the troops to dig made the Plosen people suffer. !”

Chief of Staff: "You said that when we were outside Orachi."

"Did I say that? Well, maybe I did."

Yegorov raised the telescope again and observed Loktov through the fading skylight.

Suddenly, he said: "No, I can't wait any longer! I want to go in now!"

The chief of staff's eyes widened: "No! You can't go in!"

Yegorov waved his hand: "You go and complain to the teacher! I will listen only if the teacher tells me not to go! It won't work for anyone!"

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Filipov's car drove into the school campus.

"Get me all those Prothen flags!" he said to the guard.

The guard turned his head and shouted to the truck following: "Two people go and take down Prosen's flag!"

"I'll go!"

The lean young soldier raised his hands, got out of the car, and ran towards the school building.

Filipov stood on the jeep and looked at the interior of the school that had been transformed into a headquarters by the Prossens: "These Prossins really know how to choose."

The guard pointed to the roof of the teaching building: "Captain, look!"

Filipov turned his head and saw the skinny monkey warrior just now appearing on the roof, cutting the rope of Prosen's flag with a dagger and throwing it down.

"Wait a minute!" The church publicity officer who followed the regiment's advance ran over, "Wait a minute, we didn't prepare the camera! Do it again!"

Filipov: "What do you mean? Let's raise the flag again and throw it a second time?"

"No need to raise it. I understand the soldiers resist raising the enemy's flag. What I mean is to take the flag upstairs and throw it again." The propaganda officer explained, "Then we will shoot a video."

Filipov: "Okay, you, take the flag upstairs and throw it again."

The soldier he casually named had a look on his face as if a fly was flying out of his mouth: "Captain...this...that flag even feels unlucky for me to hold."

Filipov: "Don't worry, when we are awarded the red flag, you will be the first to carry the flag."

The soldier immediately smiled: "Okay, it's settled, no regrets!"

After Filipov nodded, the soldier rushed over, pushed away the soldiers who were trampling on the Prosen flag, took the flag and ran towards the building: "The leader asked me to throw it again, for a movie!"

The little warrior doesn’t understand the difference between movies and documentaries.

A moment later, the Prosen flag fell from the roof of the teaching building again.

Propaganda Officer: "Okay! This time the photo is done! Add more handles, choose two strong ones, grab both sides of the flag, and pull it apart!"

Filipov: "You all heard it, who's coming?"

"I'll do it!" Dozens of people raised their hands at the same time.

Then everyone looked at each other.

The first battalion commander came out of nowhere: "I think it should be torn apart by people with gold stars."

As he spoke, he arranged his clothes and deliberately patted the Gold Star medal on his chest.

Propaganda Officer: "No, having gold stars seems too deliberate. I think it would be better to choose a few younger ones with fewer medals to show the hatred of ordinary soldiers towards Prosen. What do you think, regiment leader?"

Filipov was just touching his Venus, and was suddenly surprised when he was asked: "What? Ah? I think it's okay."

Publicity Officer: "That's it."

Filipov asked the guard in a low voice: "What did he ask me just now?"

"Ask whether we should let soldiers with fewer medals tear down the flag."

Filipov said "Oh". At this time, two young soldiers were selected and grabbed the Prosen flag that was thrown down twice from the roof.

Church personnel held cameras and pointed them at the two men.

Propaganda Officer: "I will count one, two, and three, and then you will tear this flag apart. You must not stumble in the middle, but do it all at once! This is very important! Otherwise, we will have to tear it up with a new flag."

Filipov: "Don't worry, there may not be many Prossens alive in the city, there are plenty of flags!"

The propaganda officer nodded to him, his eyes returned to the young soldier holding the flag, and he raised his right hand high: "One! Two! Three! Tear!"

The two warriors exerted their strength together, and Proson's flag split in two down the middle.

The two warriors fell directly to the ground because of too much force.

The propaganda officer took a breath and asked the photographer: "Is it too deliberate? And does the fact that our soldiers fell down mean something bad?"

Photographer: "I can splice it together, don't be afraid."

Publicity Officer: “Is that okay?”

"Yes, as long as you understand the basic principles of this video, you can splice it together at will."

"Okay, please!"

The two soldiers had already gotten up after tearing up the flag. After hearing what the officer said, they asked pitifully: "Don't tear it up anymore? We haven't torn it down enough!"

Propaganda Officer: "These flags are precious historical relics. We need to choose one in good condition and send it to Yebao! Every Proson division we eliminate in the future must have a flag preserved in Yebao!"

These words made all the soldiers look happy.

"It's great. When we grow old, we will take our children and grandchildren to visit, point to the flag and say: 'That's what I captured, grandpa.'"

"I think about my children and grandchildren. Does Tonya from the laundry team know that she is going to have a son with you?"

"I think Cynthia, the nurse on the medical team, is pretty good."

"Huh, I'm different from you. When it's over, I want to marry a clean woman who has never been on the battlefield."

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Filipov glanced at the soldiers under discussion, got out of the jeep, and walked on the grassy playground.

Suddenly, the chatter in my ears changed.

"I think Natalia from the laundry team is great! I want to make her a bouquet of flowers!"

"Come on, look at the time and place. Now you can only pick baby's breath. Your bouquet is only a tiny bit in size, just like your second brother!"

"Sukabu! Let's go to the toilet to compete!"

"Don't worry, Vasily is picking up the manure, and we'll compete later!"

Filipov turned his head to look, but only saw his subordinates chatting.

Someone noticed the gaze and shouted: "The leader is looking at us! Stop it!"

Then the chatter disappeared, and the soldiers looked directly at Filipov.

Filipov waved his hand: "Relax, don't worry."

After saying that, he looked at the grassy playground again.

The Plosans didn't use this part, so the grass grew almost knee-high.

Filipov suddenly felt something. He took out his notebook and pen, opened it and wrote on the title page:

After experiencing two spring, summer, autumn and winter,

How many people have forgotten me,

How many people have left me.

I returned to my hometown, my temples were covered with wind and frost,

My comrades are scattered all over the world, and only the medal on my chest is with me.

I walked on the grassy path and walked through the tall grass.

I want to breathe deeply into the air of this land,

I have long forgotten the taste.

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The guard stretched his head to read the text: "I have forgotten the smell for a long time - isn't this the smell of grass? Oh yes, there is also the smell of bed bugs! I can smell it!"

Filipov originally wanted to write a sentence, but when he heard the guard's words, his poetry suddenly ended.

He put away his notebook and was about to speak when a jeep drove into the yard.

There was a red flag on the jeep.

Yegorov's voice came from a long way away: "Sukabule, why are the Prosins serving as their headquarters? Remove all those eye-catching Prosen signs!"

The car stopped, and the bear-like commander of the group army jumped out of the car, and then he saw Filipov: "Oh, it's your troops who occupy this place."

Filipov saluted: "I am more familiar with the terrain, so the division commander chose my regiment to be the main attack."

"Good! Good choice." Yegorov put his hands behind his back, looked around the entire playground, and suddenly said, "I remember that when you first arrived two years ago, you lined up here."

Filipov: "Yes."

Yegorov pursed his lips and was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked: "Do you still remember the song you sang at that time? That song was very popular among young people."

"Remember."

Yegorov: "Okay, let's sing! Sing to those who can't come back here!"

Filipov: "That's a song of summer. Now it's autumn. You see you are wearing long sleeves."

"Don't worry about these details." Yegorov waved his hand, "Sing!"

Filipov cleared his throat and sang:

"I remember a small provincial town

"Serenity, serenity and melancholy

"There's a church, a station and a tree-lined avenue

"Sometimes I can see in the crowd

"That familiar dear figure.

"She was wearing a blue sun hat

"She was wearing a blue short top

"The figure of a girl in a dark skirt

"Ah, my fleeting love!

"Tania! Tanyusha! My Takiyana!

"Do you still remember that hot summer?

"I can't forget that time

"That time to love!"

In the soft light of the setting sun, the golden star on Filippov's chest sparkled.