Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 894 - 20: Vistula River Battle Group_2

Chapter 894: Chapter 20: Vistula River Battle Group_2

Eugene initially didn’t recognize Vasily’s voice and looked him up and down—compared to Yegorov, he indeed wasn’t as familiar with the Marshal’s aide.

“Ah, you’re the one who shovels manure!”

Vasily almost couldn’t catch his breath and hurriedly corrected, “I’m the musician! No, I’m the Marshal’s Deputy Officer!”

He never liked being called a musician by others.

Eugene: “Then tell the Marshal that we can still barely move, at least better than Yegorov’s troops.”

Yegorov: “I haven’t treated you badly, miner!”

“Enough!” Pavlov roared, and the entire room fell silent.

Pavlov: “Each one of you, an Admiral already! You’re not young anymore, and you’re married. What a joke! The matter of the assault group, the Front Army Headquarters has its own arrangements, wait quietly for orders.”

“I assure you, when the Marshal returns, his scolding will be harsher. Think it through! He’s returning soon.”

Yegorov and Eugene exchanged bewildered glances.

Yegorov: “Is the canteen open? We’ll leave after we eat?”

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Wang Zhong knew nothing about Headquarters, focusing entirely on marking on the map based on what he saw in the externals.

To prevent the enemy from detecting patterns and to understand as much as possible about the assault directions, he took different routes these past few days.

Honestly, with his 2.5 kilometers reconnaissance radius, it would take hundreds of sorties to illuminate such a vast area.

But the Prosens deployed their troops with such damn precision that once the pattern was grasped, it wasn’t necessary to fly every single inch of the map.

After a few days of flying, Wang Zhong became increasingly confident about this assault.

The Prosens didn’t panic or became disorganized as some suggested; they basically steadied their positions.

In terms of heavy equipment, backed by their homeland, the enemy’s heavy equipment count was quite manageable; Wang Zhong even spotted some new equipment during reconnaissance.

For example, the spherical lightning-style anti-aircraft guns and the improved Tiger King tanks.

Wang Zhong even encountered a 262 jet, but it was at high altitudes, focused entirely on the Antean heavy bomber formations and didn’t spot the Pe-3 reconnaissance plane at 3000 meters altitude.

The Prosen industrial and research capabilities remain intact; without the Allied Forces landing, really, the Eastern Front isn’t easy to tackle.

As of now, it’s about who occupies more Prosen territory and who captures more Prosen scientists.

Wang Zhong was concentrating on reconnaissance when Amelia’s voice came through the internal earpiece: “Do you think we can push through? Just my personal observation, the Prosens show no signs of collapse.”

Wang Zhong: “Indeed, no signs of collapse, but they lack sufficient troops, and their units lack experience.”

Usually, aerial reconnaissance can’t reveal the enemy troops’ experience, but Wang Zhong could; he marked each enemy within his illuminated range with their ranks, gauging from the exempted soldiers and non-commissioned officers’ numbers.

Amelia did not question the troop experience issue: “Is there anything else?”

“The enemy’s logistics are excellent, but due to the efforts of the Resistance Organization, the distribution situation is poor, with many supplies piling up at logistic nodes.

“Although the enemy has stabilized their positions, their morale hasn’t entirely recovered. High morale is mainly found among new recruits and newly formed units, while veteran-heavy units slump.”

Amelia: “Do you think there’s hope to liberate Melania Capital?”

“There’s always been hope; the question is how much hope and at what cost.”

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“The Anteans can’t break through.” On the streets of Melania Capital, a Prosen loudspeaker was announcing.

“They’ve appointed Marshal Rocossov as the commander, further proving it’s just for show; don’t harbor unrealistic fantasies!”

The Tiger Assault Gun equipped with a loudspeaker advanced at human walking speed, followed by two columns of Prosen soldiers.

Units suppressing the uprising recently regained confidence in battles against the Melania Guerrillas, looking entirely different from when they had just retreated.

Further back, on streets entirely cleared by the Prosens, the Asgard Knights were forcing Melanian citizens out of their houses.

In the central park, trees and plants were thoroughly cleared, and the statues and fountains bulldozed.

The Asgard Knights were driving citizens from nearby streets.

On the high platform at the plaza’s north end stood machine guns, and four Dongfeng anti-aircraft guns were stationed, barrels level, aiming at the assembling Melanians.

Suddenly, a voice from the Melanians shouted: “Can’t you see? They’re preparing to slaughter us! Fight them!”

The next moment, as if waking from a dream, the Melanians charged at the Asgard Knights herding them.

Dongfeng anti-aircraft guns fired first, followed by the signature MG42 sound of tearing canvas.

The Melanians fell like wheat fields in the fall.

All the Prosens laughed, spraying the Melanians with their newly issued assault rifles.

A full ten minutes later, not a single Melanian remained standing in view.

The Commander of the Asgard Knights, satisfied, said to the translator beside him, “Your voice just now was impeccable, hardly any accent.”

Translator: “Thank you for the compliment. These inferior races never realized it was me speaking. They deserve to die here. In my opinion, we should have slaughtered them long ago, handing their houses and properties to the Prosens, sparing us from attacking the Anteans.”

The translator abruptly halted, cautiously glancing at the Commander.

The Commander smiled and said, “No need to be so cautious; now is the time to speak whatever you have in mind, indulge in good wine, and relish good food!”

He patted the translator’s shoulder, “Make the most of it now.”

As he spoke, the “disciplined” Prosen troops were collecting valuables from the dead Melanians, clearly aware some things could only happen “for now.”

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“At this point,” Helman looked at the Melania Resistance Organization leaders, “the uprising must succeed, or the peoples of the Capital will face indiscriminate massacre.”

The Chairman of the Underground Government Committee asked: “Is there hope for victory?”

“No. If the enemy were caught off guard at the start, and if we were better prepared, with more weapons, we might have captured the entire district. Then, the Allied Forces could provide us with a complete drop zone for air supplies.

“We could have mobilized the Capital’s citizens to enlist, quickly expanding our forces. But unfortunately, we’ve lost this rare opportunity.”

Helman threw out a stack of badges collected from fallen Prosen soldiers: “Now, look at these badges, we are fighting the Prosen National Defense Army regulars, many of which are seasoned units, like this one.”

Helman picked out a hound badge: “This unit retreated all the way from Abawahan, full of seasoned veterans. How do we fight a force like that?”

Chairman: “The Telegram from Ante said they’ll launch an attack in twenty days. Five days have passed, only fifteen more to hold on!”

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“They are 150 kilometers from us!” Helman raised his voice, “Even without Prosens in those 150 kilometers, they’d still take three days to reach. No, I don’t think they can arrive.”

A committee member asked: “Then what should we do? You just said we can only keep resisting, now you say the Anteans can’t come, what do you mean?”

Helman remained silent for a long time before answering, “I mean that the Flower of Freedom can only be watered with the blood of patriots, perhaps mine, perhaps yours. I know you’re planning a retreat, and I am here to stop you.”