Chapter 767: The Cannibalization Offensive Begins

On November 14, Melania’s First Front Army Headquarters.

General Eugene looked at his watch: "It's time to start."

The cannibalization operation at the regimental level a few days ago was completely successful. The Ante army that occupied Luki Town blocked Prosen's weak counterattack and did not even call for support from the tank destroyer unit.

So today, a larger-scale cannibalization operation will begin. Eugene will invest a total of ten regiments of troops to cross the frozen Oder River with the cooperation of short-term firepower attacks.

Eugene looked at the artillery commander of the front army and sighed: "We will attack with ten regiments. The number of troops is so small that it seems like two years ago."

Two years ago, Eugene commanded less than ten regiments in total, and the attack had to bear all the burden.

The Chief of Staff of the Front Army also echoed: "As a Front Army-level attack, it is indeed a bit childish. This number of troops makes the logistics pressure very low. We can accumulate supplies while attacking."

The bishop accompanying the front army said: "The previous forces would be exhausted in an instant and would not leave any trace at all. I am still skeptical about such an infiltration operation and whether it will become an endless fuel war. Overdraw all the troops we finally recovered?"

Eugene: "Then we can only hope that Vasily's psychological warfare will be effective."

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On the east bank of the Oder River, one of the ten regiments committed to the attack.

Uncle Vanya was comforting the young man who had just added: "Don't worry, haven't you heard? The friendly forces fought over a few days ago. Not only did they capture the city, they also blocked the enemy armored division with minimal casualties. Counterattack.

"That's one regiment, one regiment fighting one armored division! Prosen's elite soldiers are finished, we can easily destroy them in the past!"

One of the recruits asked: "Uncle Vanya, how many Prosen Japs have you killed?"

Uncle Vanya exposed the butt of the submachine gun: "Look at the scratches on it. I will scratch every one I kill. Now there are 35 scratches in total."

"That's not a lot!" a young man said.

Uncle Vanya immediately changed his face: "I am not killing the rookie Japs now, I am killing the elite Japs. In the outskirts of Abawahan, I led my squad to defend a house, but they all died. I'm the only one left.

"The Prosens came over, and I knocked down two of them with one sweep. The remaining one rushed in. I pulled out my dagger, struggled with him for a while, and stabbed him several times before killing him.

"He even grabbed the dagger in the middle of the process and hit me with a few more knives. Look!"

Uncle Vanya opened his thick military coat, revealing the scar on the side of his body.

"Look! This is the scar left by that damn Prosen Japs! That guy is so frighteningly strong that he can strangle you little bean sprout bunnies to death with one hand!"

Seeing the scars, the recruits stopped talking.

The horrific scars revealed the horror of the battlefield.

At this moment, Uncle Vanya heard the roar of the tank.

He immediately looked in the direction of the sound: "Here we come, the heavy tank regiment to cooperate with us is here."

Suddenly, Uncle Vanya was stunned and stared at the direction where the sound came from.

The recruits all looked over curiously and saw a tank with a red flag on the antenna. The tank driver poked his head out of the turret, and his exposed upper body was covered with medals.

"Wow, this tanker medal can be used as armor on your chest."

Uncle Vanya suddenly punched the recruit on the shoulder: "What tanker! That's Marshal Rokossov! Quick, unite the team! Stay alert! Don't be like a weed!"

"What? Is that Marshal Rokossov?" The recruits all turned to look at the tank, with curiosity clearly outweighing awe on their faces.

Uncle Vanya: "You bastards, do you know that in Abawahan, at the most critical moment, the marshal personally led the infantry to launch a counterattack to stop the enemy's offensive!

"That was the greatest military commander after Suvorov! Bagration, who personally led the charge at Austerlitz, could only line up behind him! The whole team! Be serious! Stand tall, raise your chin, and ask for Awesome!"

The recruits then formed a team, held their heads high and saluted the tanks.

The tank came close to everyone's eyes.

The commander emerged from the marshal's abdomen and said to Vanya and others: "Relax, this is a dummy, a psychological warfare from the Psychological Warfare Headquarters!"

Only then did Uncle Vanya realize that the people on the tank were indeed a little strange.

His first reaction was anger: "How could you do such a disrespectful thing to the marshal?"

Tank Commander: "In order to intimidate the enemy and reduce casualties. If the marshal personally approves it, his adjutant will be responsible for executing it. If you insist on saying so, the Psychological Warfare Command is a department directly under the marshal!"

When Vanya heard that it was done by the department directly under the marshal, he immediately lost his temper, but he was still worried and said: "What if the dummy is damaged? The enemy will think that the marshal was killed. Isn't that a bad thing? ?”

Tank Commander: "Don't worry, we have rehearsed many times to deal with this situation! In the eyes of the Prosen Japs, the Marshal is invulnerable and immortal! They will definitely be scared out of their wits!"

What else could Uncle Vanya say? The artillery fire was ready to begin.

Countless shells passed over their heads and fell to the other side of the river.

Tank commander: "Okay! Let's go. The short artillery preparation will not last long. We have to take the opportunity to cross the river."

After that, the Rokosov Type II started up again, and at the same time, the big speaker on the tank started playing music.

Uncle Vanya: "And music?"

"This is part of psychological warfare! The enemy will run away!"

The tank playing "Symphony of Destiny" drove down the beach and onto the ice. The tracks with anti-skid devices left clear ruts on the ice.

Almost at the same time, the whistle of the infantry attack sounded through the starting position. Uncle Vanya cheered up and said to his new recruits: "Go forward! If you survive, you will become the new backbone of the battle!"

Uncle Vanya's regiment still had quite a few combat key members recuperating from injuries, and was very short of non-commissioned officers. However, they were already the best regiment, so they were selected to participate in the infiltration operation.

The skirmisher line followed the tanks, stepped onto the ice, and headed for the other side.

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On the west bank, the position of Proson's 603rd National Guard Division.

The moment the artillery fire fell, the position immediately turned into a waterlogged ant nest, and all kinds of recruits scurried around, not knowing where to go to avoid the artillery fire.

The few veterans shouted: "Get into the bunker!"

"Get down if there's no cover nearby!"

"Don't put your body on the ground when you lie down, otherwise you will be shocked to death!"

The efforts of the veterans have achieved some results, and many new recruits have entered the trenches.

However, the trenches that were hastily dug were not up to standard. The shells just landed next to them, causing the walls of the trenches to collapse, and many people were buried in the soil.

The shelling continued for a while, and the more terrifying screams of rocket launchers came.

This time, even the veterans stopped shouting. They all lay on the ground, praying that the God of Death would not find them.

The rocket bombardment was short and fierce. When the explosion stopped, some people on the position stood up and ran back.

Then the military police supervisory team opened fire, and the bullets shot through the deserter's body mercilessly.

Veterans who had recovered from the bombing also shouted to maintain order.

Just then, music drifted from the direction of the ice.

Everyone who followed the sound saw the tank with the red flag hanging and the commander on the tank with his upper body exposed.

"Oh God, it's Rokossov!" someone shouted, crawling out of the trench and running towards the rear.

The supervising team ran faster than the deserters. They dropped their machine guns and ran backwards. As they ran, they tore off the half-moon "necklace" that represented the military police and threw it on the ground.

The new recruits and the People's Self-Defense Forces who did not know the truth also abandoned their posts and ran wildly.

The rout began.

Tanks playing "Symphony of Destiny" chased away the fleeing people and ran wildly.

Suddenly, an officer shouted, jumped out of the trench and fired at Rokosov on the tank.

The bullets hit the tank turret, and it looked like Rokosov should have been shot.

But He remained motionless, still glaring at the officer who fired.

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The officer collapsed, dropped his weapon and tried to escape, only for the tank's coaxial machine gun to open fire.

The officer was shot in the back. His body tensed up and he spun around before falling into the snow. Bright red color spread on the snow.

Several people jumped out from the bunker where the officer was staying just now, and they all raised their hands in surrender.

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Uncle Vanya couldn't close his mouth when he looked at the Prosen Japs who had walked out of the trench and surrendered.

"Did it really work? Are these people scared out of their wits by a scarecrow?"

He was still shocked, but the recruits had already rushed to unload the prisoners' weapons.

Uncle Vanya woke up from the shock and reminded loudly: "Be careful not to violate discipline! We cannot rob prisoners!"

"I know, uncle!"

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At 2100 hours on November 14, Melania’s First Front Army Headquarters.

Eugene put down the report and asked the chief of staff: "Is it a little too smooth? Is it possible there is fraud?"

Chief of Staff: "What kind of deceit can there be? Lure us in and surround and annihilate us? They can't even kill the regiment that passed a few days ago."

Eugene picked up the report again, flipped it over, and shook his head: "The enemy did not even prepare for counter-artillery fire, and it felt like there was no one to guide the artillery fire during the defense.

"The defense forces everywhere collapsed at the first touch, and our people have been chasing behind us... If the road leading to Prosonia is filled with troops of this kind, we can advance with great success all the way."

Chief of Staff: "The logistics cannot keep up, so we should proceed steadily and infiltrate step by step. In addition, didn't the marshal say that some Asgardian Knights troops should resist resolutely.

“We may also need to get around key points in their defense.”

Eugene touched the unshaven stubble on his chin, thought for a while and said: "No matter what, let the troops stop first, consolidate their positions on the spot, and explore the extent of the enemy's collapse.

"If there are more positions that the enemy has retreated to give way to, let other regiments advance as well. If you don't occupy the positions given to you for free, you won't take them for free."

"Yes." The chief of staff picked up the phone.

At this time, the bishop accompanying the front army joked: "You won't personally go to the front line to command the troops to dig trenches, will you?"

Eugene rolled his eyes: "Don't think of me as Yegorov! Don't think of me as a marshal! My post is here, and I can't leave without permission."

After a brief pause, Eugene sighed: "I also want to be as brave as the two of them, but unfortunately, I have long discovered that I can't do it. I am just a miner, and I am more familiar with mines and paperwork. I'm not good at killing."

General Eugene lowered his head and picked up another document, flipping through it.

The medals on his chest, no less than Yegorov's, reflected the light of the electric light.

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Andreas once again asked to stand the night shift.

This time Kosrek also ran out to stand with him, and brought the deserter with him - now the deserter had changed into an ill-fitting infantry uniform.

Kosrek: "There are far fewer deserters today than usual. The military police are all greasy. It seems that they have made a lot of money from the deserters."

Andreas: "What's the use of making money now?"

Kosrek: "Enjoy life while you can, or enjoy life after peace. I heard that Grand Duke Meyer is sending the famous paintings he collected from Europa to South America by submarine, as well as gold bars."

Andreas: "Does he still think he has a chance to enjoy these things in South America?"

At this time, the deserter interrupted: "Grand Duke Meyer wears white military uniforms all day long, and there is no dust at all. We don't have soap to use. How does he keep his uniform spotless?"

Andreas smiled: "If we knew, we wouldn't be freezing here in the winter."

Suddenly, the sound of some large flying birds came from the sky.

The deserter looked up: "Are there still flying birds at this time?"

"Not flying birds, but the night witches of Ant's people." Kosrek put out the cigarette in his hand, "Don't show the light, they will throw bombs directly at the light when they see it on the plane."

Andreas sighed: "This thing finally chased from Ant, I wonder if the anti-aircraft gunners in the capital have dealt with such a target."

"Definitely not."

As soon as the voice fell, there was an explosion not far away, and the alarm sounded. Searchlights were turned on one by one, and the beams of light swept everywhere in the night sky, but no beam of light locked onto the biplanes of the night witches.

Andreas, Kosrek, and another deserter just watched the chaos in the sky as if they had nothing to do with it.

The deserter suddenly asked: "How far are the Ants from us?"

"I don't know." Kosrek said, "What does this have to do with us? We just need to be loyal to the empire when the Ants appear in front of us."

Andreas: "That's not what you said yesterday."

"Really? Maybe I secretly drank some yesterday. The strong liquor I got from the quartermaster was terrible."

Andreas complained: "You have wine but don't share it with me! This is so mean."

Kosrek took out a flat wine pot: "Here! Drink it to warm your body."

Andreas took a sip and immediately frowned: "Damn, this stuff is even worse than instant coffee like mud."

"But it can make you forget the reality temporarily." Kosrek grabbed the wine pot and took a big gulp.