Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 908 - 25: Becoming a Storm That Never Looks Back (9K)_4
Chapter 908 -25: Becoming a Storm That Never Looks Back (9K)_4
Marshal: “Of course. The broadcast is still ongoing, which means the radio station hasn’t fallen. It’s almost night, and the Prosens are not good at night battles. We must break through the last thirty kilometers tonight!”
Podoliskov: “For some reason, I have a feeling that we will definitely succeed.”
“We must succeed!” the Marshal said firmly.
Podoliskov continued, “I don’t know what this Melanian is saying.”
Marshal: “He is encouraging the Resistance Organization and the guerrillas to become an unyielding mountain, to be a storm that never looks back.”
Podoliskov: “I’m a rough person, but—is this leader also a poet?”
Marshal: “Indeed, the resistance movement is the most magnificent poem he has ever composed.”
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As soon as Sergeant Major Kosolek saw the Red Flag, he shouted to Andreas, “Damn it, it’s the Red Flag!”
Andreas: “Damn it, no wonder they dare to advance with their headlights on. Retreat quickly!”
New recruit: “Huh? Retreat already?”
“What do you know? Rocossov himself is here; the Anteans become demons, and only after taking five bullets do they barely stop advancing! Run!” Kosolek took the lead, grabbing his submachine gun and running back.
Andreas followed close behind.
The new recruit hesitated a moment, then also turned and ran, even dropping the bullet box he was carrying.
The tank with the headlights on, flying the Red Flag, smashed right through the wall next to the machine gun position, crushing the unlucky helmet of someone who couldn’t escape in time.
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Anteans armed with bayonets appeared, not firing at all, enduring the fire to charge in, one stab and a patch of red.
Usually, new recruits run, and veterans stay to hold the line. Now, all the veterans were leading the charge in running, especially those who had stayed long on the southern front of the Eastern Front, running as fast as thieves.
As the trio passed a still-fighting 88mm gun position, the officer in charge of the position shouted, “You deserters!”
Kosolek: “Give up, the 88 cannot pierce the enemy’s turtle shell! If you run now, you can operate larger caliber guns for the Empire later!”
The officer was about to speak when “that tank’s” headlights shone over, just as the gunner fired, and everyone clearly saw a spark trail as the shell flew away.
Then the retaliating shell hit the mantlet of the 88 gun.
The explosion blew a dozen gunners off the gun position.
Kosolek was blown away and when he came to, he saw “that tank” crushing the gun position—
Andreas pulled Kosolek up: “Let’s go!”
“What about the new recruit?”
“Probably dead!”
The two sprinted through the night, with the headlights of that tank and bayonets glittering in the light behind them.
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Melania Occupation Forces Headquarters.
General Hawke looked at the Deputy Officer entering the office: “Why the panic?”
Deputy Officer: “A large number of routed soldiers are flooding our defense zone.”
General Hawke stared at the Deputy Officer for a few seconds and asked, “Which side’s routed troops? Ours?”
“Yes, it seems that Rocossov himself led the charge, causing a frontline collapse.”
General Hawke was taken aback: “Then why not kill Rocossov? Is he hiding somewhere very safe?”
“I don’t know,” the Deputy Officer replied, bewildered, “We don’t know what’s happening on the front line, maybe you should ask General Steiner.”
General Hawke shook his head helplessly and picked up the phone receiver: “Connect me to General Steiner’s Headquarters.”
Soon Steiner’s voice came from the other end of the line: “General Hawke, go ahead.”
Hawke: “What’s going on? The defense line has been breached!”
“We don’t know what’s happening either, it seems there’s been a sudden total collapse, we’re trying to stop the panic from spreading.”
“Panic?” General Hawke was somewhat confused.
“Yes, someone is shouting strange words on the radio, something about demons, angels. We suspect the enemy has deployed new weapons.”
Hawke: “Where would they get so many new weapons! Keep your troops steady, tell them if Rocossov appears on the front line, they should consider killing him! Kill him! When people are killed, they die, so does a marshal!”
Steiner: “Alright, I will.”
General Hawke slammed the phone down on the cradle, sighed, and stood up to undo his pajamas: “Order the troops at the easternmost side to beware of Ante troop attacks.”
Deputy Officer: “Yes.”
General Hawke: “After giving the orders, come back to help me change into my uniform!”
“Yes.”
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Journalist Mike had just entered the Melania Front Army Headquarters and saw the entire headquarters in chaos, with all the staff shouting into phones.
Mike keenly spotted Pavlov’s bald head and grabbed his arm: “What’s going on, are the Prosens counterattacking?”
“No, Marshal Rocossov personally led the troops towards the Vistula River.”
Mike: “Isn’t that old news from seven days ago?”
“It’s not about leading a battle group towards the Vistula River, it’s about him leading a Rocossov-type heavy tank towards the Vistula River.”
Pavlov muttered after speaking: “Yes, he’s off racing in his little tank again.”
Mike exchanged a glance with his partner, and without a word, both turned abruptly, running out of the headquarters while shouting, “We should head to the airport, the Dark Night Witches probably haven’t taken off yet, we can take their planes to pursue the Marshal directly.”
The Dark Night Witch’s night bomber regiment’s Po-2 planes can land in very dire situations; during the Anteans’ battles on the Casalia Prairie, Po-2s were often used as battlefield taxis, landing on any meadow available, dropping people off, and then taking off again.
Although sometimes the wheels would get stuck in field mouse holes and flip over.
Clearly, reporter Mike was preparing to fly straight to the front line to get the first-hand news with Po-2.
