Chapter 779 White Horse White Horse

December 12, Frederick Street in Prosinia.

Filippov raised his right hand: "Stop! Stop!"

His jeep braked, and the military convoy behind him stopped.

Filippov got out of the car and carefully observed the road sign on the stone pillar: "Frederick Street, let me see..."

He took off the map board he had been carrying with him and checked the city street map on it.

Thanks to the assistance of Stas's Davarish, all officers of the Ant Army captain and above were issued detailed city maps, and the names of each street were marked in both Ant and Prosin.

"Frederick Street, here. We are close to the center of Prosin!" Filippov put away the map and looked up at the heavy snow that was falling.

His guard said: "It's freezing cold, but I don't feel cold at all, Colonel Davalich."

Filipov: "Me too, everyone. Come on, get some paint, write '10 kilometers from the city center' on this road sign, and draw an arrow!"

Paint was soon brought, and bright red Ant language and a huge number 10 were written on the road sign.

Filipov was about to get on the car when he heard the sound of horse hooves.

He turned around and saw a group of cavalrymen on white horses coming along the road, with the leading knight wearing a marshal's uniform.

For a moment he thought Marshal Rokossov had come, but then he realized that it was Vasily's fake brigade.

As long as the coats of this team were worn backwards, they would become fake marshals' uniforms, and if one died, another would immediately take over.

This tactic was actually very ridiculous, and Filipov was very skeptical about its effectiveness.

But Vasily was very good at making fake mines with pickle can lids or deceiving people with fake corpses.

Filippov recalled the year when the war just broke out, when Loktov was showing off his pickles, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this moment, the team of white horse knights ran to the side of the convoy, and suddenly the door of the building next to the road sign opened, and eight Prosen soldiers raised their hands and weapons above their heads and filed out.

The rider who played "Rokosov" reacted quickly and shouted to Filippov: "Capture them, Major!"

Filippov immediately gave the order, and then remembered that he should salute the "Marshal" and hurriedly made up for it.

Fortunately, the surrendering Prosen people were all attracted by the "Marshal" and didn't even look at Filippov, the "little pawn".

Filippov heard the Proson prisoners whispering:

"Marshal Rokosov will really charge at the front line! Much better than our generals who hide in the back."

"Yes, look at the Air Force Commander Grand Duke Meyer, can he still get on the plane?"

"The key is that his uniform is still spotless at this time!"

"Haven't you heard? Rokosov is immortal after being canonized. If he wants, he can kill us one by one!"

"Come on, how is it possible! I heard that Rokosov was originally 66 twins, a total of 66 identical people, whoever gets his turn will be the marshal!"

"Your idea sounds more reasonable."

At this time, the Ante soldier who didn't understand Proson shouted: "Quiet! What are you arguing about!"

So the prisoners' whispers disappeared.

Filippov felt a little regretful, he really wanted to continue listening to what these people said about Marshal Rokosov.

Unexpectedly, Vasily's trick worked again! This dung collector is an expert in this area.

He should not be a musician, but a magician, performing magic in the Grand Theater every day.

The cavalry had already passed the convoy and moved forward. Filippov said to the sergeant who had just asked the prisoners to be quiet: "Keep an eye on them and wait for Stas to receive them."

The sergeant's face was crooked: "You can't do this, commander! We also want to go to Proshenya!"

Filippov: "You are standing on the land of Proshenya! In the future, you can proudly tell your sons and grandsons that you invaded Proshenya!"

Sergeant: "This... this is different, right? I think there should be something special to do!"

Filippov pointed to the place where the Proshen people hid The building where the prisoners were hiding was the only relatively intact building nearby: "You can write on the building, write where you are from, and if any relatives or friends died in the war. There is half a bucket of red paint here, write it!"

The sergeant looked at the prisoners and then at the wall of the building: "Okay, I'll do as you say, Regimental General Davalich."

Filipov saluted and patted the driver's seat: "Drive!"

So the regiment's convoy once again headed towards the center of Prosinia - the Bodenburg Gate in front of the Prosin Palace on the central axis.

Not long after the convoy started, it encountered a group of military academy students taking pictures on the ruined streets.

Filipov asked loudly: "Why did you run to the front line?"

Now Ante should not need to pull military academy students to fill the front line.

When Filipov asked, the driver was very smart to stop the car in front of the students' queue.

The captain who led the team answered: "Take the outstanding students to experience the process of occupying Prothenia."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, the students behind him shouted: "We spent a lot of time thinking about the top 30 to get this place!"

Filipov: "What's the use of the top 30? You have to pass all the subjects and get the last place, that's amazing!"

The captain complained: "Stop saying that, Comrade Major, now everyone in the military academy is changing their ways to get the last place in the exam, and their scores are lower than the others. It is obvious that they have learned the courses very well, and each one has mastered them better than the other. One exam was filled with intentionally wrong questions, and all the results were terribly ugly!

"That's why the school came up with the idea that the top 30 people in the exam can personally attack Prosonia!"

Filipov laughed.

The students also laughed.

Filipov: "Are you still singing 'Tanya, Tanyusha, My Tatiana' now?"

One of the students: "No more singing. We will sing "Dark-Eyed Girl" now."

Filipov: "Oh? How to sing?"

The students looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on a tall and thin young man: "The major asked me to sing, just sing a part, Alyosha."

"Yes, the major is wearing a gold star. Their troops also have capes. They must be great fighting heroes. Just sing a song!"

So the young man sang:

"One summer, when it was dawn, I looked at my neighbor's house

“I saw a dark-skinned girl picking baskets of grapes.

"I couldn't help but blush, and I felt flustered. I wanted to speak to her."

"'Please come to the river and let's welcome the dawn together.'

"Hey, hey, hey, the green maple trees are rustling, and I don't know where to put my hands and feet in front of you.

"Green maple tree, dense maple tree, I want to sing for you."

Filipov: "I seem to have an impression that a heroic destroyer group also likes to sing this song. Their leader is nicknamed the Conductor."

"Really?" The students were delighted, "Can we meet the leader?"

"Of course, I'll write you a letter of introduction."

Suddenly, one student reacted: "Ah~ the major wants to trick us back into the safety of the air force base! He is afraid that we will die in Prosonia!"

"We are not afraid. We are the 30 people with the best military skills in the school! We can destroy any enemy we encounter!"

"Yes, maybe I can catch the last train and get a gold star!"

The students all became excited when they mentioned Venus.

The captain who led the team sighed: "It's another gold star, comrade major. These people have sneaked away many times in order to secretly perform meritorious service and get gold stars. If you really wrote a letter of introduction, I would like to thank you. I can finally bring them in." Go back to a safe place!"

Filipov took out his pen and said, "I'll write now."

"Don't!" Some students screamed.

Suddenly, a student shouted: "Look, Marshal Rokossov!"

Filipov: "That's our psychological warfare unit. Marshal Rokossov has been held down. His headquarters has been parked 41 kilometers away from here for more than two weeks."

There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

As he was talking, the sound of music came. There was no doubt that it came from the Rokosov Type 2 tanks equipped with loudspeakers of the psychological warfare unit.

The sound of music even drowned out the roar of the tank. If the ground hadn't been shaking, Filipov wouldn't have been able to feel the approach of the tank.

Soon, the Rokosov Type 2 tank with the dummy standing upright appeared.

The commander asked Filippov loudly: "Have you seen the Revenge of the Heroic Brother?"

Filipov turned around and saw "All the Way West" written on the tank's turret.

Commander: "Sukabule, we let Proson's mine blow up the track. It took six hours to repair it, but the Revenge of the Heroic Brother disappeared!"

Filipov: "The forward battalion of our regiment is with it, rushing towards the center of Prosonia, the Budenburg Gate! Do you want me to call them by radio?"

"No need, just keep walking along the avenue and we will definitely catch up!"

With that, the tank roared past the convoy at the regiment headquarters.

When passing by the students, several students looked at each other, and then they saw that the student who was their leader asked: "Why are you not accompanying the infantry?"

"We were repairing the car, but the infantrymen were in a hurry and went forward first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the 30 students rushed forward with a roar and scrambled to climb onto the tank.

The captain leading the team: "No! You are doing this to write an inspection! No, you need to be engaged in military law!"

The student leader said: "We saw friendly forces in need of help, so we took initiative!"

"Yes! Ask Marshal Rokossov, he will definitely agree with our approach! He will even give us medals!"

When the captain saw that the students could not be moved, he turned to Filipov and said, "You should talk about them, comrade major!"

Filipov: "You may not know that I am an old subordinate of the marshal. I have been fighting under the marshal since Loktov. My good friend Vasily is the adjutant of the marshal and is now the head of the psychological warfare unit. I But I am familiar with the marshal.

"You are right, the marshal will laugh, praise you for a job well done, and then award you with medals!"

The students were overjoyed.

The commander of the vehicle heading west cursed: "Sukabulei, with so many people coming up, if the enemy has a 20mm machine gun aimed at us, the tank will be fine, but you will all be finished!"

Student: "Isn't this a marshal's dummy? The enemy will definitely be frightened and surrender as soon as they see it!"

Filipov raised his eyebrows, thinking of the Prossens who had surrendered when the group of people on white horses passed by just now.

Maybe...that's really the case.

He suddenly laughed and muttered, "I wonder how many old soldiers of Plossen will be scared to death if the real marshal comes to the front line."

The veterans of the Asgard Knights who are still resisting are basically afraid of the marshal as long as they have been on the Eastern Front.

The loop is closed.

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At the same time, the front-line headquarters of the Ant Army is 51 kilometers away from the center of Plossen.

As soon as Wang Zhong touched the door handle, Pavlov shouted: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the toilet!" Wang Zhong turned around and said, "Do I need someone to follow me to the toilet? Or do you want me to poop here? Ah? Do you want to come with me? Pooping together shows our friendship?"

Pavlov: "Sergeant Gregory, follow the marshal! If he poops, you poop too! If he runs to the front, you follow him!"

Wang Zhong: "You don't believe me! Besides, the headquarters has no idle vehicles now! In order to prevent me from going to the front, you even sent away the tanks of the headquarters guard regiment!"

"Don't you know why I did this?"

Popov also said: "Well, if the progress is fast, the troops will reach the city center today. Once the enemy is eliminated, you can swagger in!"

Wang Zhong: "Willn't it be too late! I mean, my poop."

After that, he walked out.

Sergeant Gregory followed him: "Here's the paper, Marshal."

The Marshal took the paper: "Thank you."

Sergeant Gregory: "Actually, there are still cars left."

Wang Zhong: "Forget it, I still hope that the bald guy will organize an attack on the Fuso Empire. I can't let him go home to hug his children. That's it!"

Gregory: "Really? In fact, I think Colonel Vasily's strategy is very effective. Maybe if you go to the front line now, you can really scare the last stubborn enemy to death."

Wang Zhong thought it was not that exaggerated. I just think that relying on my own hostility perception should ensure safety, and I don't want to scare the enemy to death.

After all, I'm not really an angel of the Emperor who can chop a tank with one knife.

Even if there is psychic power in this world, it is mild psychic power and low magic level.

Thinking like this, Wang Zhong took the paper and walked out of the headquarters.

Then he saw a white horse jumping over the wall of the headquarters.

Yes, a two-meter-high wall was jumped over by a white horse.

Wang Zhong: "Fuck you, is this really a low-magic world?"

Bucephalus landed lightly, flipped his hooves, and then ran to Wang Zhong happily, biting the roll of paper in Wang Zhong's hand, and only a paper core was left in a few bites.

Sergeant Major Gregory: "If you ask me, this is the manifestation of Saint Andrew, Comrade Marshal."