Chapter 732 For Those Who Fell Before Victory

When Henry arrived in front of the small building, the People's Army soldiers who entered the building first looked out from the third floor: "Safe! All enemies have surrendered!"

Henry: "Look for the city defense map, or something similar. The strict Prossen people will definitely have this stuff. Bring the highest-ranking prisoner here, and I will interrogate him personally!"

Soon a Sergeant Prossen was brought to Henry.

Henry punched him directly in the face: "Asshole! This is an ordinary residence. Who asked you to set up your stronghold here? Proson's code of conduct did not teach you that you should set up your stronghold in a bank with a solid concrete structure. In the municipal offices, the theater and the post office?”

In this era, it is true that only these buildings will be reinforced concrete structures. Ordinary houses are either made of masonry and wood, or simply made of wood.

The sergeant glanced at Henry's military uniform and burst out laughing: "Melania! Go to Glory Square! Go to Glory Square!"

Henry instinctively felt something and punched the Prossen man again.

The Prossen spit out his knocked out front teeth, but still laughed.

Henry could only knock him to the ground with the butt of his gun, and then asked the local man who followed him: "He said Glory Square, what's going on?"

The corner of the uncle's mouth twitched: "The day before yesterday, they announced that they would vaccinate the children in the town, and called all the children to Glory Square, and then none of the children came back that day.

"The adults who went to Glory Square to see what was going on didn't come back. There were machine gunshots coming from the direction of the square all day long."

Henry grabbed the uncle's shoulder: "So what happened?"

The uncle's body seemed to have been drained of power, shaking with Henry's movements: "No, I don't know. I hid my grandson in the basement, and many other people also hid their children. They said that today Search, and then you come.”

Henry took out the map issued before the combat operation from his pocket: "Tell me how to get to Glory Square."

These maps are all drawn based on aerial reconnaissance photos, and the errors are large, but the location of an obvious target like the "square" is generally correct.

The uncle pointed at the map with trembling fingers: "Here."

Henry put away the map and was about to leave the stronghold. The people who searched the second floor came down holding up the city defense map: "The city defense map! The Proscenians also marked all the minefields!"

"Let me take a look!" Henry took the map, quickly located the location of Glory Square, and then rushed out of the stronghold.

The Revenge of the Heroic Brother had already arrived. As soon as it stopped, Captain Podolkov asked: "What's wrong with you? Are you so serious?"

Henry put the map into his hand: "Go to this Glory Square!"

Podolskov: "I don't understand Prosin, and I don't understand the Melania language marked above. Which one is the Glory Square?"

"Here! Here we are, follow this road! And the top of the map is north."

Podolkov: "I still know where north is above. I studied military cartography, brother."

After he gave the order, the tank started again and moved forward along the road.

Soldiers from Melania's People's Army formed two columns and advanced behind the tanks.

Podolskov: "I don't know what happened, but... please believe that we must feel the same way as you. What the Plosans did to your hometown, they also did in our hometown."

Henry was about to answer when a couple suddenly rushed out of the road. The man in his early fifties pulled the aunt in her fifties to prevent her from rushing to the road.

The aunt shouted: "Kill them all! Gentlemen of Ant, please kill them all!"

Shouting and shouting, the aunt fell on the ground and cried loudly.

Podolskov: "I couldn't understand what they were saying, but something bad must have happened."

Finally, Henry could see the open space ahead, and he smelled the familiar smell of burning.

Podolskov: "Sukabulie, this is the smell of corpses that have not been burned. Sukabulie!"

Tanks rolled into the square.

What came into view was a fire that had been burning all night in the center, with charred corpses hanging from the surrounding lampposts.

The Plosans tricked the town's children into the square.

The adults who discovered their intentions resisted desperately, and now, what was unfolding in front of Henry was the ending of everything.

Podolkov: "Why? They are going to fail, why do they do this?"

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"As soon as we pose as if we are going to kill children, the resistance will be forced to stop us."

Melania occupied the army headquarters and the Grand Master of the Asgard Knights said this to the occupation army commander, General Hawke.

"In this way, we can efficiently eliminate the resistance organizations throughout Melania's territory and prevent them from collaborating with Ant's attack forces."

General Hawk: "I object to this plan!"

The grand leader held his head high: "Why, are you pretending to be a noble knight and a pure warrior now? You did this kind of thing back then. There was no Asgard Knights when you occupied Melania. "

General Hawke: "Of course I know. At that time, I turned a blind eye to the soldiers' behavior. Even if I were judged on this, I would have no complaints. But you are going too far. In the legend Only those who sold their souls to the goat demon would do this!”

The grand leader smiled: "So you should thank me even more. When the war is over, you can blame all the evil things on the Asgard Knights. And now, you and I both know that in order to eliminate the resistance organization, this is Best practice.

"It won't be long before the resistance groups are forced to revolt on a large scale. Prepare your troops to destroy them, Your Excellency General."

General Hawk: "Isn't the most important thing now to prevent the Anters from breaking through?"

"That's right, the breakthrough of the Ants! Even if all your troops are handed over to Army Group South, do you think Rokossov can be stopped?" The grand commander pointed at the map, "In the past few days, we have just There are 71 military-level numbers confirmed! This is an unprecedented offensive!”

General Hawk: "The Ant army and our division belong to the same level of tactical units——"

"That's terrible!" the Grand Commander interrupted Hawke, "71 divisions! At least 20 of them are elite men with cloaks! Now this huge army is rushing towards the Baltic Sea, and there is only one way to stop them! That is Let the fucking Melania people revolt and force Rokossov to give up going north and rush towards Melania’s plain for the sake of international viewing!”

General Hawke shook his head repeatedly: "No, I don't admit that this is the art of war, I don't admit it."

Grand Leader: "Do you have a better way?"

General Hawke was silent for a few seconds and said to the Grand Master: "We have no knowledge of your plans. I will destroy all written records of this meeting."

The grand leader smiled slightly: "That's right."

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The perspective returns to Henry.

Sitting on the tank, looking at the densely packed corpses in the square, my mind was in a daze for a while, and I didn't even answer Podolkov's question.

The nightmare he had had countless times came to mind again.

In that dream, his father pushed the Proson soldier in order to protect his mother, and the bullet penetrated his father's chest.

The mother tried to help the father, but was also hit by a bullet.

The two of them were beaten into pieces by the Proscenians on the street and fell together, surrounded by thousands of Melania people.

The Prossen man laughed and stepped forward, using the bayonet on his rifle to finish the blow. When he pulled out the bayonet, his military boots stepped on his father's shoulders.

The sound of the bayonet being pulled out of the flesh was particularly harsh: Puff.

Henry felt it was difficult to breathe. At this time, a big hand grabbed his shoulder and shook him hard. A rough voice penetrated the nightmare: "Sukabule! Are you possessed by evil? There are so many Prosin devils waiting for him. They are waiting for us to kill!”

Hearing "There are still Prosen Japs waiting for us to kill", Henry suddenly woke up from his dream, and then he realized that it was Podolkov who was talking to him.

The tank commander asked loudly: "What's wrong with you?"

"I saw my parents being massacred by the Prosens."

"Ah? Did you see it with your own eyes? Then how did you survive?"

"No, I didn't see it with my own eyes, but this nightmare has never let me go over the years. In the dream, I could even see where the bullet holes were on their bodies, where the enemy's bayonets penetrated, and when I pulled out the bayonets, I stepped on them. where."

Henry whispered.

Podolkov said into the microphone: "Misha, where is your wine? Our infantry brothers may want to take a sip."

After he finished speaking, the tank's loader poked his head out of the turret with a hip flask.

"for you!"

Henry took the wine, took a sip and frowned: "What kind of wine is this?"

"The wine prepared by the military quarters office is not strong enough, so let's go and make it stronger." Misha smiled, "It's the right time to drink, isn't it?"

Henry smelled the smell in the wine bottle: "Is it true that my life will not be in danger if I drink this?"

"Are you worried about your life being in danger on the battlefield?" Podolkov was shocked.

It seems right.

Henry took a swig of strong drink to drive away the nightmare and sentimentality.

"Sukabu! Today we are going to kill all the devils in the city!"

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July 19, St. Andrew's Front, headquarters forward convoy.

Lieutenant General Petro Konstantinovich Rokosov sat in the jeep, his fat body shaking with every bump.

"How do you say 'cream' in Melania's language?" he asked suddenly.

His adjutant quickly flipped through the dictionary between Melania and Ant language in his hand, and quickly answered: "Cream, the same as Ant language."

Pietro smiled and said: "Are you the same as us? Now that you're in Melania's territory, you don't have to worry about asking for cream from your fellow villagers, but they won't understand! What about 'meat'?"

The adjutant flipped through a few pages and replied: "It's also called meat. It's the same thing. Chicken, pork, beef and mutton are all the same."

Pietro was even happier: "That's great. Where's the bread?"

"Similarly, call me Lieba! Big Lieba!"

"The two languages ​​are so similar, there is no need to learn them." Pietro waved his hand.

At this time, the marching troops outside the car window began to cheer at the jeep.

Pietro: "Damn, am I that much like my brother?"

Adjutant: "It's very similar. Before departure, the people of Fort St. Andrew recognized you wrong, didn't they?"

Pietro: "It's a pity that I'm not my brother. If my brother had come to command the battle on the northern front, I'm afraid the siege would have been relieved long ago. I can only work hard to feed more people and keep them alive."

Adjutant: "General Kashuhe is your brother's direct descendant. He came to relieve the siege half a year ago."

"My brother will definitely come sooner!" Pietro said with a proud face. "When he was studying, my father always sighed and said, 'Your brother is obviously very smart, but he ends up hanging around with the prince who is not doing his job properly all day long.' The result When the war just started, among the battle reports on the front line, there was a victory report mixed in, and it turned out that it was my brother who was responsible for the attack! "

Adjutant: "I heard that he can defend Upper Penier, or you should find a way to find a KV to go there."

"Who said that?" Pietro's smile disappeared, "I found a KV, but without my brother's hard work, he would not have been able to reach the KV! The same goes for the latter, the T34 transferred by His Majesty with his brother's seal really performed well It works, but the prerequisite for it to work is that he keeps it! We need to find out who spreads these remarks, which is not conducive to unity!”

Adjutant: "Okay, when we get to Navarre's new headquarters, I will ask them to check it out."

Pietro nodded and returned to a more comfortable sitting position. Just now, because of his excitement, his upper body had left the backrest.

After a moment, he asked: “How do you say life in Melania’s language?”

The adjutant quickly turned to the dictionary: "Life...here, unlike us, their pronunciation is closer to 'Rouqi'!"

Pietro repeated: "Rouqi...ah, Rouqi——"

At this moment, he seemed to hear a click. Just as he was about to say no, the jeep flew upwards.

The mines planted by the Prossens on the road were triggered, blowing the car into the sky.

The convoy stopped immediately, and the soldiers from the guard regiment escorting the convoy rushed down and occupied both sides of the road.

The head of the guard ran over: "What's going on?"

"I don't know, it's like a landmine! Maybe the triggering device had poor contact, so the car in front didn't trigger it, and it happened to explode right next to the Lieutenant General's car!"

"Get out of the way! Rescue the lieutenant general quickly! He is the marshal's brother!" the guard leader ordered.

Soon, Lieutenant General Petro Konstantinovich Rokosov was dragged out of the wreckage of the car.

"You still have energy!" the head of the guard shouted, "hygienist!"

Pietro stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, gently raised his right hand, and muttered: "Rouqi...how...beautiful..."

His voice stopped suddenly and his hand slipped to the ground.

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Late at night on July 19, the new headquarters of the Kozalia First Front was at the new location.

As soon as Wang Zhong entered the headquarters, he looked around and said with a smile: "Not bad, this simple and bright decoration suits me. The headquarters in Ronezh is so luxurious, just like a noble manor."

Pavlov: "Humph, the vanguard team was selected based on your preferences. Look, Count Melania's castle is opposite."

Wang Zhong: "I think that castle is a good decoy target. Let's fix it quickly before Prosen's aerial reconnaissance comes during the day tomorrow."

At this time, the confidential staff officer entered the room, looked at Wang Zhong with an embarrassed look, and then quietly handed the telegram to Pavlov.

Wang Zhong: "What's so mysterious? Are there things in my front army that I can't know about?"

Pavlov sighed and looked at Wang Zhong: "It's not surprising that I want a consultant. You can see for yourself."

Wang Zhong: "Why, less than half an hour after I left Liu Xia and Neli, something happened to them? It can't be possible, right?"

"That's not true," Pavlov replied.

Wang Zhong took the telegram suspiciously and read it himself.

"Your brother, Lieutenant General Petro Konstantinovich Rokosov, died today at noon from a mine mined by the Prosin Army."

Wang Zhong put down the telegram.

In fact, he just remembered that he had a brother now.

He's not supposed to feel sad.

As it should be.

But there are so many unreasonable things in this world.

Pavlov: "Would you like some vodka?"

Wang Zhong: "No need, you know, I'm not that fragile."

Pavlov: "Let's do it. Falling before victory is the most embarrassing thing."

Popov: "I'll have a drink too. Just think of it as for those who fell before victory."

Wang Zhong thought for a while and nodded: "Okay! For all the people who fell before victory!"