Chapter 774: Imperial Soldiers’ Rest

Andreas didn't know how many times he was on night duty, and then he saw a man dressed as an officer stumbling towards this side from a distance.

"Stop!" He opened the safety of the assault rifle, "Don't go any further! Which unit are you from?"

Andreas had a flashlight, but now he didn't want to expose his position so quickly, so he hid in the dark and shouted.

"600th Guard Division, our troops were wiped out, and it took me two days to pass through the occupied area of ​​the Ants. I want to see your commander!"

The Proson dialect of the visitor was very authentic, but Andreas didn't dare to let down his guard, and asked again: "Where are you from? When did you join the army?"

The other party immediately replied: "I am a local from Prosonnia. I have been in the army for eight years and participated in the Melania Campaign and the Carolingian Campaign. If I wasn't a local, I wouldn't be able to bypass the enemy's troops!"

Andreas thought for a while and asked: "What is the best tavern on King Street?"

"Don't try to bluff me, there is no tavern on King Street." The other party said and walked forward.

Andreas turned on the flashlight, shining the beam at the other party, and carefully looked at the other party's dress: a dirty Proson officer uniform, and the medals he wore were completely consistent with what he just said.

Andreas turned off the flashlight: "Congratulations on escaping."

"Did I really escape? Being captured obediently is escaping, right?" The officer teased, "Do you have cigarettes, soldier?"

Andreas took out the cigarettes he rolled himself: "Only the ones he rolled himself. We haven't distributed finished cigarettes for a long time. They are all loose tobacco."

The officer: "Logistics has reached this point. When will this war end?"

The officer took the cigarette, held it in his mouth, and began to feel for matches on his body.

Andreas took out his own matches and struck five or six matches in a row without catching any.

The officer finally found a match, took out a match, struck it lightly, and lit the cigarette.

Andreas looked at the matches used by the officer in confusion. The packaging was exactly the same as the rationed matches he had received, but the performance was obviously abnormal.

It was very similar to the Ante matches that the military police had confiscated from deserters.

The officer saw Andreas staring at the matches, so he slapped the whole box of matches in his palm: "Take it, man."

"Oh, thank you." Andreas replied.

The officer asked again: "Where is your commander?"

"The two-story building at the back." Andreas pointed to the building. "The second floor is the regiment headquarters."

"Okay, thank you for the explanation. Let me ask you one more question. If you are not on duty, where would you go to kill time? There must be a pub or something like that, right? Or is there no pub now?"

Andreas glanced at the sentry post of the gendarmes, and then lowered his voice and said: "Of course there is a pub. Although it is a felony to brew beer with grain now, some people still brew beer secretly. Walk back one block to the basement of apartment No. 110 on Frona Street."

The officer nodded: "Okay, I will go and see it after I report the situation to your regiment commander."

After that, the officer waved goodbye and walked towards the building where the regiment headquarters was located.

His figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Andreas picked up the match given by the officer, took out one and looked at it carefully, and found that the stick of the match was quite thick and the head was very full.

He gently rubbed it next to the matchbox, and a bright flame appeared.

Andreas stared at the flame, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with the officer just now.

The officer's face did not show any fatigue or despair. His eyes were bright and full of spirit, which was completely different from the desperate dead fish eyes that Andreas had seen recently.

"I should report to the Imperial Household Ministry or the Military Police." He muttered softly, watching the match in his hand being burned out by the flame, "Yes, I should report it - but..."

But what if his reporting behavior was remembered by this "officer"?

What if after the war, he became the leader of the new Plossen country and began to settle accounts with those who betrayed him?

The flame in Andreas's hand went out.

Who cares.

He threw away the remaining matches, put all the remaining matches in his pocket, and then turned off the safety of the assault rifle.

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Flona Street, basement of apartment No. 110.

The moment the hostess opened the door, the conversation in the room suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at the officer at the door, and after confirming that he didn't have the military police's half-moon dog tag, everyone started chatting again.

"Half of our company are now teenagers. The day they reported, I told the deputy company commander: Wow, we are now kindergarten principals!" said a captain.

The sergeant sitting opposite the captain took a big sip of beer and sighed: "I distributed the rationed bread to the residents near the position before. They have been eating cabbage for a long time. When they open their mouths, their teeth are the color of cabbage.

"People can survive by eating only vegetables. Humans are really tough."

As soon as the voice fell, someone said: "Why did you distribute the bread to the residents? Now our rationed bread can be exchanged for gold bars and gold watches on the black market. I calculated that it is almost equivalent to the value of 500,000 marks before the war!"

Another person said: "Not only can it be exchanged for gold bars and gold watches, it is said that any girl you like can be dealt with with a basket of bread. I heard that the general of our division has three "typists" and gives them bread every day. ”

Someone immediately joked to the hostess of the tavern: "Lily Marlene, can I sleep with you while I bring the bread?"

The hostess smiled and said: "I happen to be of conscription age. I haven't been arrested. I'm still opening a tavern for you. Use your brain. I have a background."

"Ah, we know," one lieutenant joked, "you are the emperor's lover!"

The officer who just came in looked up at the hostess and asked the sergeant next to him in a low voice: "Is this the emperor's lover?"

"Of course not. She was a movie star before the war started. She may have hooked up with some general, so she could open a tavern here." The sergeant replied, then stared at the officer for a few seconds, "I've never seen you before, who are you?" "

Officer: "I am from the 600th Guards Division. I just escaped from the enemy-occupied area."

"Oh? Then why don't you just surrender? You don't think that they will give you the Iron Cross when you come back, right? What's the use of giving it to you? It is said that the Ant people are killing people with Iron Crosses. War criminal."

The officer shook his head: "The Anters did not do this because their marshal required that military discipline must be maintained. It cannot be like what we do in their land."

The sergeant looked at the officer in confusion: "What's wrong with you? If the military police hear this, they will be beheaded."

The officer didn't answer. He picked up the beer that had just been brought to him and took a big sip.

Then he stood up and said, "This wine is like horse piss!"

The room fell silent, and everyone stared at the unfamiliar-looking officer.

Someone shouted: "He looks strange, can't he be a secret agent from the Imperial Household Ministry?"

"Kill him! What we just said is enough to kill him several times!"

The officer shouted: "Comrades! This is not the time for internal strife! Let me ask you, where are your wives now?"

Everyone was silent.

Officer: "He was captured as a young man, right? Your child was also forced to take up arms! Even if he was lucky enough to escape the fate of becoming cannon fodder in the Self-Defense Forces because of his young age, he was still so hungry that he could only eat Eat kale!”

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent.

Officer: "Why doesn't he eat bread? Because bread can only be bought on the black market and is worth half a million marks!"

"The most ironic thing is that when food is so scarce, there are still people who can brew beer from wheat. This person does not need to be arrested for military service, just because she is a movie star and the mistress of a certain general!"

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The hostess reacted and shouted loudly: "Don't say this! If the secret agents of the Imperial Household Ministry hear about it, we will be beheaded!"

The officer's voice overcame the woman: "I think this is wrong! Comrades! We were deceived by the false emperor on the throne. We are bleeding and fighting, our old father is bleeding and fighting, even our women, our The children are also bleeding and fighting! The false emperor and his officials are enjoying themselves in the palace!"

Someone shouted: "He is a spy sent by the enemy!"

Officer: "I am a native of Prosennia! I lived here before the new capital was built, and my family has lived here for generations!

"Just like you, I have the blood of the Prosen nation flowing in my blood! I am here to guide you out of the lies of the false emperor!"

The man who just called "spy" shouted again: "We have trusted His Majesty the Emperor for so many years, and now you say we have been deceived, then who should we believe? The Four-Armed God Emperor?"

The officer took out the secular holy book written by St. Andrew from his hand and held it high.

The hostess recognized the sign and shouted, "He is indeed a spy! I need to call and report him!"

She took out the phone from the bar, but as soon as she picked up the receiver, several people held it down.

"Tell me about it." At this time, the captain with the highest rank in the room besides the officer holding the holy scripture said.

Officer: "This woman will betray us and we will silence her."

"You tell us first. If you can convince us, we will kill him. If you can't convince us, we will kill you." The captain said, pulling out his Luger pistol and slamming it on the table.

The officer nodded, opened the holy book, and began to explain the secular doctrines to these Plossians.

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November 27, Plossen Palace Bunker.

"What does mutiny mean?" Emperor Prosen stared at the secret agent leader of the Imperial Palace, "How could the loyal Prosen army mutiny?"

Secret Service Chief: "We believe that secular clergy took advantage of the chaos in the defense line to infiltrate. In order to combat infiltration, I have ordered a strict review of deserters, especially officers who have returned."

Emperor: "Are there many mutinous troops?"

The generals in the room looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the most respected Celtic marshal.

Marshal: "The mutinous troops... only accounted for ten percent of Prosonia's defense strength, not a particularly large number. They did not fire on friendly forces but simply gave up their positions."

The emperor's hand was trembling, and he could hardly hold the pen.

The Celtic marshal continued: "When they gave up their position, they sang a song in Prosen language, which seemed to be called "Rising from the Ruins". The soldiers who refused to mutiny brought back the lyrics, and they are here."

The marshal took out a note and placed it in front of the emperor.

The emperor picked up the note. Although he was still very young and still at an age where he had more future than in the past, when he read the words on the note, his hands shook like an old man suffering from Parkinson's disease.

"This is Rokossov's handiwork!" The emperor threw the note on the table. "This must be Rokossov's handiwork! I have already said that secular believers are all natural traitors! They should be punished They killed them all!"

The head of the secret service of the Imperial Household Ministry said: "We are already doing this. Whenever we find someone who is leaning towards the secularists, we will sit together with the whole family."

"It's too late now!" the emperor said angrily, "You are just like our generals, you are just a loser! A loser! Now that the secularists have pulled our troops away from the position in an organized manner, why are you singing when they leave?" The great motherland has risen from the ruins! Their understanding of the motherland has changed!”

The room fell silent.

The emperor stood up, paced back and forth in the room, walked for five minutes and then said: "The matter has come to this, I can only fight Rokosov one-on-one! If Rokosov wins, we will surrender honorably. If I win - at least I can make Rokosov pay!"

Everyone in the room seemed to be frightened by the emperor's words, looking at him with expressions of disbelief.

Emperor: "What are you doing standing still? Send a telegram to Rokosov!"

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Wang Zhong: "Is Emperor Prosen crazy?"

He put down the telegram and looked at Pavlov.

Pavlov: "Why do I think he made a good move after understanding your character? I won't allow you to do such a crazy thing."

Wang Zhong: "Of course I won't. Even if I go, I will first let Sergeant Major Gregory kill all the guards around the emperor and disarm the emperor before going."

"Sukabule! Don't you still want to go?" Pavlov slammed the table, "No! Don't engage in such crazy operations! We occupy Prosonia, and then you are going to humiliate that Emperor, you still have to pee on his corpse, as you wish! But you can’t go in before the battle is over!”

Wang Zhong: "Don't get excited, I told you I wouldn't go!"

"Do you know the story of the child who cried wolf? How many times have you said you won't go? Have you obeyed? No, I will never believe you again! I will watch you 24 hours a day! You are in my sight If you disappear for more than two hours, I will give up and find another chief of staff!"

At this time, Sergeant Major Gregory said: "Maybe you can let me go to a duel with His Majesty the Emperor? I'm quite interested. Anyway, Marshal, you have Ms. Nellie to protect you."

Wang Zhong: "No, I won't respond. Adjutant, draft a message with the content - idiot... Okay, this is too straightforward. How did the Cossack address the Sudan in the letter he wrote to the Sudan?

"Forget it, let me think of something now. To the sinners who launched the war of aggression, the shameless scum, and the devil in human skin, I will never duel with someone like you. You have no such qualifications.

"Inscribed to Marshal Ant Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov."