Chapter 727 But You Know, XXXXX Is Not that Fragile

At this time, the priest wearing swamp shoes caught up with the slow-moving tank, patted the tank's auxiliary fuel tank and shouted to Cuidok: "Don't do that, attack! How can we attack if everyone is afraid of death? Even if the enemy is weak, people who are afraid of death can defeat it!"

Cuidok looked at the priest and found that his shoulder was injured and wrapped in dirty bandages. It was obvious that this was a priest who led the charge.

So he said: "Okay, priest. Let me sing a song I wrote when fighting near Abawahan!"

The priest seemed to have noticed the Abawahan Defense Battle Medal and the Battle Wound Medal on Cuidok's body.

Priest: "How could you survive such a purgatory without a gold star?"

"Because I fought for only one day before I was injured and carried away. At that time, we were still evacuating the wounded." said Cuidok, adjusting the strings of the guitar. "Not long after I was sent down, the wounded were no longer evacuated, because the stretcher-bearing teams all took up weapons, and every wounded would fight to the last moment, no matter how serious the injury was."

As he spoke, Cuidok plucked the strings and sang:

"Ant infantry passed through the village,

"The company of a hundred people retreated to the banks of the Valdai River.

"The old elm leaned against the fence~"

The speed of the tank increased, and more infantry climbed onto the tank. The large group of troops drove out of the occupied Plosson Army station and passed through the dense woods towards the next target.

Cuidok continued to pluck the strings:

"The order to defend the village was issued in the early morning.

"Oh, yo oh yo~ the white cloaks of the guards~"

The accompanying infantry of the 25th Brigade are all guards, all with iconic cloaks, and most of them hold thread cutting machines. But now their cloaks are green for protection - but the song is about the defense of Abawahan, so they are naturally white cloaks.

Hearing Cuidok's singing, many people pulled their cloaks.

Cuidok sang loudly: "Oh, yo oh yeah, the white cloaks of the guards, the wild wind on the grassland seems to have turned pale~"

A soldier whispered to the old squad leader beside him: "So has this battle been fought?"

"You don't understand, this is a metaphor, do you understand, the battle makes the wild wind on the grassland turn pale."

Cuidok began to strum the strings along with the sound of the tank engine, entering the second paragraph of the song:

"Mistress, please let me put the machine gun on the roof~"

The little soldier looked at the old squad leader: "Isn't it not fought yet? ”

Old squad leader: “Listen to the song! You talk too much nonsense!”

Trodok: “Here is the bread for you, and a can of canned food~

“Young hostess, how pretty~

“Two slanted linen braids make you more beautiful~

“Oh~ yo oh yo, the white guards cloak, the prairie wind, all seem to become pale~”

At this time, even the tank loader stuck his head out of the side hatch and listened to Tredok’s singing.

The platoon leader sitting next to him urged: “You should sing about the hostess and the young man! I’m so anxious!”

Trodok smiled and continued to sing: “I am a young boilerman from Charon~”

“Oh, it’s the marshal’s fiefdom!” someone said.

Trodok: “I have experienced more than one war, and my proud cloak is the proof.”

The guards all laughed, and even the tracks of the tanks seemed to be brisk.

Cuidok: "I am not afraid of death, I am stubborn and young~"

The priest finally smiled when he heard this, but the smile froze the next moment.

Cuidok: "It's a pity that I don't marry and don't understand these things."

The little soldier whispered: "Why?"

"Sacrificed." The old squad leader said.

The priest was about to speak, but was stopped by the company commander. The company commander shook his head and silently followed the tank that Cuidok was sitting on.

Cuidok: "Oh, oh, the white guards cloak, the prairie wind~ all seemed to turn pale~

"The battle of disparity in strength started at dawn.

"The young man fell beside the blown-up tank.

"He exhaled heavily and pushed the submachine gun to where I was hiding.

"He opened his eyes wide, welcoming his own death.

"Oh yeah, white guards cloak, the blood flowing from the soldiers, dyed you red~"

As if in response to the sound of Cuidok's piano, the sound of machine gun fire came from the front, and the next moment the tank at the front opened fire. From the tank Cuidok and his team were riding in, they could see the muzzle of the tank in front of them raising dust.

Just as Cuidok was about to put down his guitar and pick up his rifle, the platoon leader Ivan patted him on the shoulder: "Keep playing the piano! Your piano can increase our combat effectiveness!"

"Really?" Cuidok looked puzzled.

The platoon leader smiled: "Of course, do we need a gun from you? No, we definitely don't, but you are the only one who can play the guitar and sing such a good song! "

Traidok nodded doubtfully and continued to play with his guitar.

As soon as he started playing, he heard the sound of strafing and the roar of tank guns in front of him.

The Guards soldiers who were walking on both sides of the tanks just now all ran and rushed to the front.

Traidok looked at the platoon leader Ivan: "Should I continue to play?"

"Of course, play. When we are blocked by the enemy and cannot move forward, it will not be too late for you to stop and get the gun!"

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Not long after the machine gunner Hans rushed into the machine gun position, the battalion commander got into the position.

"Damn it," the battalion commander muttered, "I was talking to the commander of the first battalion, and suddenly the phone was disconnected. Something must have happened during the shooting!"

The deputy gunner: "Someone just heard the sound of artillery from the position of the first battalion (the battalion to which Sergeant Wolfgang belongs). Could it be that the enemy broke through the swamp?"

Battalion Commander: "Is it possible for the infantry to break through? How can the guns and tanks cross the swamp?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of machine gun fire outside.

Hans: "It sounds like the direction of Fortress 153."

The Prosen people built a series of forts on the road from the swamp to the village of Kitok, where the 500th Division headquarters is located, and named them after the height of the small plateau where the forts are located.

Of course, because the 500 Division received very few engineering materials, the so-called fortress basically had no concrete, and was all masonry structure with wooden roof.

The Prossens simply did not believe that such strong positions and strongholds were needed behind the swamps. They believed that these strongholds would be enough as long as they could withstand the Ant infiltration troops.

Now it looks like the Prosans have made a huge mistake.

Big beads of sweat fell from the battalion commander's forehead.

Deputy shooter: "Batalion Commander? Your command position is not here, right?"

"But here are the most experienced non-commissioned officers and machine guns." The battalion commander said and glanced at Hans.

Hans's scalp was numb. He was indeed the oldest non-commissioned officer in the whole battalion, but this old man was simply a result of his long service time. He had been in the second and third line troops!

Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain this, there was the sound of a guitar from outside.

No, there is also the noise of the engine and the tank gearbox, but these are not as ear-catching as the sound of the guitar.

Hans looked outside the bunker nervously, just as the guitarist started strumming.

A large number of birds sprang out of the woods, as if disturbed by the strumming.

The next moment, the Ant man in a green cloak jumped out of the bushes, firing continuously with the submachine gun in his hand, and the bullets crackled around Hans.

Damn it, none of those bullets hit Hans, but they hit the deputy gunner and the battalion commander.

Hans immediately raised his machine gun and shouted at the same time: "Enemy! Enemy attack! Someone bring the bullet belt!"

While shouting, he began to fire. The heavy machine gun of the 500 Division used Maxim, which had been eliminated by the first batch of troops for a long time. The good news is that this thing does not need to replace the barrel as frequently as the MG34 and 42, and is more suitable for the lack of weapons like the 500 Division. trained troops.

The bad news is that this thing has a worrying rate of fire and doesn't have the suppression capabilities of the MG series.

And it is very bulky, making it difficult to change positions quickly like the MG series.

Hans paused for a few seconds and saw a Jarhead tank driving out of the woods, its gun barrel aimed in this direction.

Just then the new recruits who came to carry the ammunition belt rushed in.

Hans pushed the new recruit away: "Let's go!"

The next moment, a shock wave hit him from behind, lifting his whole body up and hitting him against the wall of the machine gun bunker.

Hans fainted suddenly. He regained consciousness after an unknown amount of time. Before he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of guitar and someone singing something in Ant language.

He opened his eyes and saw that the Ants had entered the machine gun bunker and were using their pistols to reload the Plosen soldiers who fell on the ground one by one.

Hans wanted to struggle and raised his hand to touch the pistol, but found that his right hand was missing.

Following the line of sight, only half of his right arm was left, and everything below the forearm was gone.

At this time, the Ant man noticed him, walked up to him and raised his pistol.

The guitarist who seemed to be playing the devil's voice entered the chorus at just this moment, strumming fiercely, making the melody manic.

Gunshots were fired.

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Platoon leader Ivan fired the last bullet of his pistol, and the firearm entered the empty magazine and hang-up state.

"Did he just surrender?" asked the superior soldier following the platoon leader.

"If he doesn't raise his hands, it doesn't count as surrender," the platoon leader said while loading bullets.

The superior soldier looked at the killed Prossen: "He seems to have no hands anymore?"

Platoon leader: "Then he should find new hands first, and then try to surrender. Don't mention international law to me. I have been fighting since the beginning of the retreat, and I have never seen the Prossen enforce international law on our wounded and captives. "

After saying that, the platoon leader inserted the loaded pistol into the holster, took the empty magazine and started loading bullets.

The sun fell through the hole blasted by the tank gun and fell on the platoon leader's gold star medal.

Outside the bunker, Cuddock was still playing and singing: "Damn it, I still have one last grenade to give them a try."

The boilermaker played the marshal's famous song with great enthusiasm.

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Headquarters of Army Group North in Plossen.

Marshal von Lehr sweat dropped when he heard the phone ring.

He knew this must be a call from Emperor Prosen.

Because it was a call from the emperor, he had to answer it.

After picking up the receiver, the emperor's voice came from the other side: "What's going on?"

Marshal von Lehr: "The enemy completely violated military common sense! Their tank troops came from the swamps. It is impossible for logistics to keep up with such a rash advance! Their tank troops will soon run out of fuel and ammunition. Bad people become targets on the road!"

The emperor was very happy: "Then you must be ready to counterattack and kill all their breakthrough troops!"

Marshal von Lehr swallowed.

Emperor: "What's wrong? Don't you have confidence?"

"Your Majesty, this... we only have a few divisions in the area where the enemy has broken through, with very poor combat effectiveness and combat readiness."

"Don't you have the 502nd Heavy Armor Battalion that performs well?"

Marshal von Lehr: "The 502nd Battalion has now been split into multiple two-car formations on the northern front and is intensively resisting the enemy's St. Andrew Front. Moreover, most of their tanks have been severely damaged and are almost at their limit."

The Tiger King tanks equipped by the 502nd Battalion rarely have problems as long as they are well maintained, but the maintenance time is very long.

Once they are not well maintained, their excessive weight and complex running gear will cause them to break down in the rotten land of Ant.

The emperor was silent for a few seconds and said, "Then let me summarize the situation, Marshal von Lehr. The enemy broke through your defense line, and you can't do anything, right?"

After a brief hesitation, the marshal replied, "Yes, my army group is in danger of being surrounded. I am ready to abandon all current positions and retreat."

The emperor: "Are you going to give up our bridgehead of St. Andrew, the pearl of the north that threatens Ant?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Do you know that this will make us very passive in the armistice negotiations?"

Marshal von Lehr was shocked: "Have the armistice negotiations begun?"

"Not yet, but we are ready to start after blocking the enemy's attack and launching a counterattack! The people of Ant will come to the negotiating table! If they don't come to the negotiating table, we will go to the United Kingdom to talk! As long as we show that we can compete with Ant, the United Kingdom will be interested in our proposal!"

Marshal von Lehr couldn't help but hold his forehead.

"Your Majesty, if we don't retreat, our entire army group will be surrounded in front of Fort Saint Andrew, in the narrow area between the swamp and the sea."

"You are dismissed!" The emperor interrupted the marshal, "I will transfer a commander who can complete the task!"

Although changing generals on the battlefield is a military taboo, Marshal von Lehr felt relieved.

It's good, I don't have to watch my troops perish.

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The headquarters conference room in Fort Saint Catherine, the capital of Ant.

Wang Zhong smiled as he looked at the battle report: "Good! Very good, the idea of ​​breaking through the swamp has been realized, this punch hit the enemy's vital point!"

"Seven inches?" Olga asked curiously, "What does it mean?"

Wang Zhong: "The snake's head is seven inches back - an inch is a unit of length in Seris. If you hit the snake at this position, it will suddenly fall into a half-dead state. Our move hit Proson's vital point, and they didn't expect it at all and couldn't resist.

"Now they can only retreat backwards. In order to ensure that the Northern Army Group can withdraw from the encirclement smoothly, they need to mobilize troops to delay us. They must draw forces from the Southern Army Group and the Central Army Group."

Olga clapped her hands vigorously: "I understand, our Western Front is also attacking, so Proson can only draw forces from the south."

"Yes, in this way, the real drama of our series of attacks will begin. An unprecedented big pocket, a big pocket that is more terrible than the glorious victory of Proson from June to September 914--"

Olga: "And our troops will enter Proson's territory for the first time!"

Wang Zhong corrected: "It is Melania's territory, Your Majesty."

Olga: "But they have been ruled by Proson for five years, they should have become Proson people, right?"

Marshal Gorky: "How could it be, don't you think Moravia turned over very simply?"

"After all, Moravia joined the Proson Empire as a kingdom. Melania was occupied." Olga said.

Wang Zhong: "Your Majesty, it is true that the Melania people were directly ruled and transformed by Proson for five years, but you know that the Melania people are not that fragile."