Chapter 713 When Proson Becomes a Wild Horse (6K)

Colonel Berg looked at the time. Marshal Werner hadn't called yet. The assassination was most likely a failure.

The marshal should be busy protecting himself now, and the others would probably scatter.

Berg began to doubt whether such a person could really lead Prosen to victory?

Apart from anything else, if the assassination failed and Marshal Werner was sure to die, shouldn't he raise an army to fight?

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At this moment, Valkyrie Club.

Otto Skoutz, the leader of the Brandenburg troops, widened his eyes: "What did you say?"

Marshal Werner: "The Eagle's Nest just exploded. In order to protect His Majesty the Emperor from the threat of the rebels, we should now occupy the Eagle's Nest as quickly as possible, as well as the nearby airport and station."

Otto's face was tense, and his scarred face was ten times more fierce than usual.

"I finally know why I was invited to this 'special party' today."

At this time, Marshal Werner's adjutant rushed in and whispered a few words in the marshal's ear.

The marshal suddenly turned his head: "Are you sure?"

The adjutant gritted his teeth and nodded.

Otto saw all this, and at this moment, he made a prompt decision: "Everyone, it seems that you already know. The Imperial Household Ministry has long discovered your conspiracy, so I am here today, and my troops have surrounded the entire club."

While speaking, he pulled out his pistol: "You don't think that the club's guard force is a match for the Brandenburg troops, right?"

In fact, Otto was so weak at this time that he didn't know there would be such a "surprise" today.

His troops were at the air force base 20 kilometers away-although the Brandenburg troops currently performed the most disguised infiltration missions, they were actually paratroopers, that is, "air transport troops", so they were usually stationed at the air force base.

But Otto's ferocious face covered up all his guilty conscience.

Otto: "Very good, very good. In order to take care of your honor, let my men wait outside for a while."

Marshal Werner: "Otto, we are all decent people, you can put your gun away."

Otto thought, how can I prove that I am not in the same group with you if I put it away? Not only can I not put it away, I have to shoot someone.

But now all the officers in the club are staying in a well-behaved manner, and it would be very deliberate to take the initiative to shoot people.

And when the gun went off, the guards outside the club came in. When the guards came in, the Brandenburg troops did not come in, wouldn't it be bad!

After a brief thought, Otto said: "I can give one of you a chance to escape! We will have a Junker noble style duel with swords. If you beat me, you can leave the club. After that, you can escape to a neutral country or defect to the Allies directly. It's up to you."

When Otto was in military school, he was a famous sword fighting champion in the school. His sword skills were not inferior to anyone. He was confident that he could kill someone with a sword in a few seconds, and then pick up the gun and pose.

In this way, the possibility of getting out of the current predicament is as high as 90%! There is also a 10% possibility that it is over because the Grand Master of the Asgard Knights is a suspicious person by nature, and he may kill everyone who is currently in the Valkyrie Club.

Damn, Otto thought, he was just here to make friends and make sure that neither side is offended, why did they start a rebellion at this critical juncture.

"Does anyone want to try it?" Otto asked, while using his height to take down the decorative sword from the wall and throwing it on the ground, "I will do what I say, and I can even send you to the airport of the Brandenburg Army and put you on the plane!"

The moment the voice fell, the sound of a car braking came from outside.

Then the Plossen gendarmes with live ammunition and the Imperial Household Ministry agents in black uniforms rushed into the club.

Otto shouted as they entered the door: "Don't be nervous, I have the situation under control! These gentlemen will surrender gracefully!"

The Imperial Household Ministry agent wearing a long windbreaker came to Otto: "Sir, can you explain the situation?"

"I have always believed that they have a tendency to rebel. Today their wolfish ambitions are finally exposed. They actually want to murder the great Emperor Prosen, so I pulled out my pistol to stop them from continuing."

The agent stared at Otto for a few seconds: "We will figure it out. Now please hand me the pistol, slowly and gently."

Otto obediently put the pistol in the hands of the agent.

He sighed in his heart. He had done what he could do, and the rest was up to fate.

As for the fate of the Prosen Empire, Otto actually didn't care much from the beginning.

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At the same time, the Allied underground liaison station.

The intelligence officer codenamed Diamond was welcomed in, and the stationmaster immediately asked with concern: "What's going on? We saw an explosion at the Eagle's Nest on the mountain. The fire was very obvious and could be seen in the city."

"Diamond" picked up the stationmaster's cup on the table and gulped down several mouthfuls of water, almost choking.

After coughing several times in a row, he replied: "Emperor Proson was assassinated, most likely by the Valkyrie Club. The emperor was injured, and other casualties are unknown."

Stationmaster: "Such important information, we must send a message immediately."

"No, there are radio detection vehicles on the streets now. If we send a message now, we will be caught immediately. It is better to wait until the search is over. We can also take the opportunity to find out the information, such as who was killed in the explosion, how much impact it will have on the situation of the Proson Empire, etc."

The stationmaster thought for a while and agreed: "Okay, you can hide here with us first and don't go to the streets again."

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Colonel Berg looked at the time.

It has been half an hour since the explosion. Marshal Werner has not responded yet, which can only be understood as a failure of the operation.

No military police or the Imperial Household Ministry have broken into his office yet, which shows that the assassin has carefully disposed of anything that can be associated with him.

Of course, with the capabilities of the Imperial Palace, it was only a matter of time before they found him.

Colonel Berg came to the wine cabinet. When he opened the wine cabinet, he remembered that his orderly had disappeared for a while.

He looked at the door and thought, right?

This orderly has indeed only been with me for two years, and he is not as knowledgeable as the previous orderly. Has the Ministry of Internal Affairs become so pervasive?

Colonel Berg took out the best champagne in the wine cabinet, poured it for himself, then smelled it like a professional sommelier, and then took a sip.

Putting down the wine glass, he took out the dentures wrapped in a handkerchief. As long as he bit the dentures, the cyanide inside would spread in his mouth, and then the world and Proson's future would all be far away from him.

He dropped his dentures into his mouth as if they were liqueur-filled chocolates.

At this moment, he thought of his wife and children.

The Imperial Household Ministry should not be so anti-human and kill all three of them, right?

The thought suddenly gripped Colonel Berg and made his stomach lurch.

Suddenly, the office door was kicked open.

The loud sound made Colonel Berg nervous and he bit his dentures into pieces.

Under the control of survival instinct, his body wanted to spit out the cyanide immediately, but in the end his rationality told him that it was too late.

The Imperial Household Ministry and the military police rushed into the room together. The leading agent slapped the wine glass out of Colonel Berg's hand, and then grabbed the colonel's neck to stop him from swallowing.

"Emetic!"

Another agent immediately poured an entire tube of emetic into Colonel Berg's mouth.

The colonel's body soon began to vomit under the influence of the emetic.

Five minutes later, the doctor who hurried over said to the agent: "The rescue is over, but it will probably take a few days before he recovers enough to be questioned."

The agent smiled: "You don't need to worry about that. We believe that Mr. Berg will soon be willing to introduce their conspiracy to us."

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Three days later.

The emperor looked at the palace steward who had just entered the room and asked, "Is my sister okay?"

"Your Highness has always been emotionally stable, but she is very worried about you, Your Majesty."

The emperor looked at the coffee in front of him: "I'm fine, just tell my sister. Where is Giles' family?"

"They have arrived at Prosonia and are preparing to attend the state funeral. However, Your Majesty, Lord Giles has not yet received enough military exploits, so the decision to hold a state funeral is inappropriate."

"He saved me, isn't that enough?" the emperor asked.

The manager nodded obediently: "You are right."

The emperor pushed away the cup in front of him: "Call my generals in. Put aside the state funeral for now. Let's talk about the counterattack this winter!"

The steward bowed and turned to leave.

Soon Prosen's marshals and generals entered the room.

The Celtic marshal was wrapped in a bandage, and there was blood on the bandage, and the other generals were also wounded.

The emperor glanced at the people who came in and asked, "Where is Marshal Brian?"

Field Marshal Celtic: "The Marshal refused to take over as Commander-in-Chief of the Army, saying that he was too old, had to fall three times on the stairs, and pooped in his crotch in the middle of the night every day, so he was not suitable to be Commander-in-Chief of the Army."

The emperor slammed the table hard: "Asshole! Rokossov still peed his pants on the battlefield. Did he become the commander-in-chief of Ant Army?"

Marshal Celtic reminded: "He is the former commander-in-chief of the enemy's headquarters."

"That's enough!" The emperor waved his hand, "Hurry up and find a commander-in-chief of the army, even if it's just in name!"

Celtic Marshal: "Now I personally suggest that Marshal Catherine can be the one."

"Okay! Now let's talk about the attack. Rokossov must have never imagined that we would launch a counterattack on the day of the state funeral. Our new tanks would pry open their defense lines and destroy his armored forces that have not yet recovered their strength-"

The marshal and the generals looked at each other, and then General Moltke, the director of armored forces, interrupted the emperor: "Your Majesty, even if the troops in Rokosov's hands have not recovered, our armored forces are still at a disadvantage, and Rokosov has a large number of The tank destroyer is also good at constructing anti-tank offensives..." The emperor slapped the table: "We need a victory! This assassination has shaken the people's faith! We need a victory more than ever!

"If you think it's not possible to win simply by attacking, then use poison gas! Then use the latest V2 missiles to bomb Ant and Rokosov's headquarters!"

At this moment, Dr. Porsche, who had a bandage on his head, stood up: "Your Majesty, we tried to install an experimental infrared night vision device on the Panther tank, and successfully gave the tank the ability to fight at night. As long as we postpone the counterattack until next year In January, we will equip one hundred Panthers with prototype night vision devices!”

The emperor shook his head: "It's too late. Rokossov will attack in October. It's raining in Salia now. When the rain stops and the muddy ground freezes, he will start."

General Moltke: "General Giles believes that we should defend and counterattack. Shouldn't we respect his wishes now?"

The emperor was silent for a few seconds and replied: "You are right, he never makes mistakes. We need a plan for defense and counterattack."

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October 15, Ante City Roniezh, Kosalia First Front Command and Front General Command.

Wang Zhong went into the house, took off his raincoat and handed it to Vasily.

Vasily hung the raincoat on the coat rack by the door and said: "The rain this winter is a bit heavy. Many places have reported floods."

Wang Zhong: "The climate has been strange in recent years. Didn't it freeze early last year?"

"Report!" The communications staff shouted at a distance almost touching his face.

"Sukabulie! You scared me!" Wang Zhong shouted.

The communications staff had no intention of apologizing: "Marshal Davarich, urgent telegram, Emperor Prosen was assassinated, including Marshal Rundstedt, and many senior generals were killed."

Wang Zhong tried to pretend to be shocked: "What?"

The communications staff handed the telegram forward: "You can read it yourself."

Wang Zhong took the telegram and glanced at it, handed it to Vasily, and said: "I don't know if this incident will affect the decision of the Prosen headquarters."

Vassily: "According to previous intelligence, the dead Admiral Giles had a good relationship with Emperor Prosen, which might affect his decision."

Wang Zhong nodded, walked through the gatehouse and entered the map room of the headquarters.

Pavlov asked: "What's the situation outside? Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Wang Zhong: "Emperor Prosen was assassinated."

"Ah?" Pavlov was shocked - this was a real shock, much more textured than Wang Zhong's exaggerated acting just now.

Popov was drinking water and spit out a mouthful of water directly.

Others in the room also stopped and stared at Wang Zhong with wide eyes.

I don’t know who asked the most crucial question: “Is he dead?”

Wang Zhong: “No. I hope he doesn’t die, so that I can judge him in the future.”

Vassily: “Use the pistol on your waist that killed two generals?”

What gun trial!

Wang Zhong: “The criticism of weapons cannot replace the trial of the court. I will personally bring him to court. If the court sentences him to death, I will personally send him to the gallows. If the court sentences him to the guillotine, I will be the executioner who cuts the rope of the guillotine.”

Pavlov: “So the emperor didn’t die, then what about his senior generals? If the imperial chief of staff, Marshal Celtic, was killed, it might cause chaos in the logistics system of the Proson Empire.”

Wang Zhong: “It seems that he didn’t die.”

Pavlov: “Then we should do what we should do and pretend that this thing never happened.”

Popov also nodded repeatedly.

Wang Zhong: "As generals, we really don't have much to do, but - I want to call my sister."

At this time, Wang Zhong was already thinking about the post-war period. After all, he was entrusted by his friends to take good care of Olga, so he had to pay attention.

So recently he often publicly called His Majesty the Tsar "sister", and it is said that the news made Olga happy for a long time.

Wang Zhong picked up the receiver: "Connect Yebao, Summer Palace."

"Okay."

After a series of transfers, Olga's voice came from the other side of the receiver: "Hello? It's my brother, right?"

Wang Zhong: "It's me, how are you doing recently, sister?"

"It's okay, but it's a bit bad to see the casualty figures every day. Now there are more than 5,000 casualties every day. When will it end!"

Wang Zhong: "Think of it this way. We are carrying out cold gun and cold artillery campaigns across the board, and the enemy's casualties will definitely be more. And the enemy's human resources are less than ours."

In fact, in terms of total population, the Proson Empire is not less than Ant, but a considerable part of it is the population of Melania, Moravia, Carolingia, and Sardinia under their control.

Melanians and Moravians actually share the same cultural system as the Ants. Carolingians and Sardinians do not speak the Prosin language either. If we only count the population that speaks the Prosin language, the human resources of Prosin are much less than those of the Ants.

So the Prosin people cannot afford to waste time.

Olga: "That's all I can think of. By the way, did you know? Emperor Prosin was assassinated, but it's a pity that he didn't die, otherwise the war might have ended."

Wang Zhong: "It's not a good thing to end like this. Our warriors still have a bad temper. They will always have a knot in their hearts in the future, and so will their descendants.

"When the time comes, the Prosin kids will say, 'Ah, it wasn't you who defeated us. If it weren't for our own people killing the emperor, you would have defeated us long ago', and our children can only stare blankly.

"Imagine such a scene!"

Olga may have really imagined it. She was silent for a few seconds before saying: "I'm so angry. Why do you look like you've seen it before, brother?"

Because I really saw it, and I was so angry.

Chiang Kai-shek is incompetent. You should have recovered Nanjing and driven the Japanese invaders into the sea. Do we have to do this?

As a result, you are a piece of crap. You suffered a great defeat in 1944. The Allies were winning everywhere, but you were defeated. No wonder you were defeated by 800,000 troops against 600,000 a few years later.

Olga: "So, what are you calling for, brother? I have stuffed as many new tanks as possible to you. I really don't have any more tanks."

Wang Zhong: "I want you to send a condolence message to Emperor Proson in the name of the Ante royal family, expressing that it is fortunate that he is still alive, so that we can break through his capital and send him to the gallows.

"I also hope that he will do a good job of his own security in the future and try not to die before the defeat.

"By the way, remind him at the end that even if the future situation is so bad that it cannot be made worse, he should not commit suicide by taking poison, otherwise you, as a woman, will also despise him for being cowardly."

Olga laughed "hehehehe" after hearing this: "You are still the one who is hurt, why can't I think of it?"

Wang Zhong frowned: "Where am I hurt? I am talking seriously!"

Within the range of his sight, everyone in the headquarters had an expression that could not be held back.

Olga: "So what is the purpose of sending this?"

Wang Zhong: "To stimulate Emperor Proson. It is said that the Admiral Giles who died this time had a good relationship with him. If he is stimulated more, he may fall into a state of paranoia. The enemy leader falling into paranoia is good for us, especially for a system like Proson that tends to be dictatorial."

At this time, Vasily suggested: "Why don't we deliberately make a list of 'trustworthy generals', maybe we can fool them."

Wang Zhong: "No, this is too deliberate, we must grasp the degree, and then the enemy will kill those difficult generals themselves."

Olga: "Eh? Brother? Who are you talking to?"

Wang Zhong: "Don't mind, anyway, you can find a way to write the telegram in a weird way. Of course, standard diplomatic etiquette still needs to be paid attention to. This is left to you. I don't understand diplomatic etiquette."

"Don't worry, leave it to me. I will definitely express your meaning completely without violating diplomatic etiquette!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, please. Goodbye then."

After that, he hung up the phone.

Everyone in the headquarters looked at him.

Wang Zhong: "Go and do your own things. Why are you looking at me? Proson will not be defeated by a phone call from me! We still have to move forward step by step! Eliminate the enemy! Pavlov, report the situation!"

Pavlov: "Is it the situation of our front army or the situation of the entire line?"

Wang Zhong: "Let's report the situation of the entire line first."

Pavlov: "This morning, the various front armies reported to us as follows. A total of 61 infantry armies are ready for battle. In terms of tanks, 18 tank armies are fully equipped and manned, and 21 tank armies are replenishing equipment and personnel."

Ant's tank army is actually organized similarly to the armored division of the Proson people. The two units can basically be equated.

However, after being bewitched by Wang Zhong, the Proson armored division has begun to evolve towards tank specialization and is gradually becoming a mobile anti-tank unit. The target of the Ant tank army is still mainly Proson's infantry unit. Only the independent tank brigade equipped with new tanks targets the enemy's armored units.

So Wang Zhong naturally asked: "What about the independent tank brigades?"

These independent tank brigades are all equipped with new tanks, and their only task is to deal with the enemy's tank troops.

Pavlov: "A total of 10 tank brigades are fully equipped, and eight are being replenished. Eight of the 16 heavy breakthrough tank regiments are being replenished, and eight are fully equipped."

Wang Zhong: "The replenishment speed is not as fast as expected."

Pavlov: "We also suffered heavy losses in the summer campaign. After all, except for the southern front where we are fighting a favorable battle, the other fronts are still quite difficult."

Wang Zhong: "By the end of the mud, can we be ready for the offensive?"

Pavlov: "My suggestion is to fight a battle of the scale of the troops. Locally modifying the front line to make the offensive next summer smoother is also progress, right?"

Wang Zhong looked at the Europa map.

Next year's summer offensive will sweep across Melania and drink from the Baltic Sea.

When he thought of this grand plan, he couldn't help laughing.