Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 912 - 27: From the Vistula River to the Ocean, Melania Must Liberate
Chapter 912 -27: From the Vistula River to the Ocean, Melania Must Liberate
General Hawke retreated to the new Headquarters 20 kilometers outside the city, and while taking off his coat, he asked his subordinates, “Is the defense line set up?”
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“It’s ready. We’ve aligned the armored forces of the occupying Military Department along the defense line, and the retreating soldiers calmed down when they saw the tanks and armored vehicles.”
General Hawke: “Of course, they would calm down. Regroup the troops, restore the formation, and prepare for a counterattack. All idle staff at the Headquarters, form pairs with a driver, collect information from the retreating soldiers for me.
“I need to know what happened last night, how it happened, and why, overnight, I had to move from the comfortable occupying forces Headquarters to this dilapidated house.”
With that, General Hawke looked up at the ceiling of the new Headquarters.
The house’s walls were made of brick and stone, but the roof was wood, typical of Melania farmhouses.
General Hawke: “A 105mm shell can easily penetrate this house and kill us all!”
Deputy Officer: “I’ll organize reinforcement of the ceiling immediately.”
“Don’t rush that. First, get the telephone lines up to restore command functionality.”
Currently, the entire Headquarters has just retreated, and many functions haven’t been restored, which is why the General ordered the staff to stabilize the troops and gather information, as they are otherwise just sitting idle at the Headquarters.
Just as the Deputy Officer was about to leave, General Hawke suddenly remembered something and called him back: “In restoring the telephone lines, prioritize contact with the front lines, the airport, and radar stations. Rear communication is less critical since we can report to the High Command via telegraph!”
The Deputy Officer understood: “Understood.”
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Melania Capital, Vistula River beach.
A Bo-2 biplane bomber descended from the sky, attempting to land on the beach. However, as soon as the wheels touched the ground, they sank into the mud, causing the plane to lurch forward.
The propeller initially tried to struggle, throwing up a mess of mud, but then water entered the engine’s exhaust pipe, and after several muffled sounds, the plane silenced.
The female pilot in the driver’s seat said to the two Federation guys squeezed in the machine gunner’s seat, “We’ve arrived.”
Reporter Mike struggled to climb out of the plane, sliding down the wing spar to the ground, and said to the pilot, “I expected a smoother landing.”
“Be content; on average, one in every four landings ends up like this, and you requested me because my last three landings were smooth. Statistically speaking, it was my turn for bad luck.”
Mike: “I can’t argue with that.”
At this moment, a civilian-looking person poked his head out over the riverbank, shouting in Antenese, “Do you need help?”
Reporter Mike noticed the person had a band on his arm, identifying him as part of the uprising Melania guerrilla.
Mike: “We’re Federation journalists here to interview Marshal Rocossov. Do you know where he is?”
Guerrilla fighter: “Then you’re definitely late, Marshal has gone to the broadcast station, there’s always reporters from the United Kingdom there.”
“What?”
Mike turned to look at his partner just climbing out of the plane — the partner had the photography equipment and was slower.
Partner: “No exclusives, I suggest we first capture Prosen’s atrocities, it’s more eye-catching, and more suitable for selling War Bonds, which the officials will like.”
Mike: “You’re right.”
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The flash went off, and Wang Zhong immediately turned to look, thinking it was his old acquaintance, the ever-fast-news chaser Old Mike, but it was someone he didn’t recognize.
“Who are you?”
The photographer immediately straightened up and handed over his business card: “I’m the Special Envoy from the United Kingdom stationed here, responsible for transmitting information about the uprising back to the United Kingdom.”
Wang Zhong: “Did you just record Hellman’s final moments?”
“Of course, I’ve been waiting for this hero’s moment of demise. I initially thought to name this photo ‘Lament,’ but now I want to call it ‘Hope.'”
The Special Envoy suddenly laughed: “Prime Minister Leonard will be furious when he sees the photo. You unexpectedly broke through this way; he originally wanted to deplete your viable forces more.”
Wang Zhong: “He’s already succeeded. Although we moved like a whirlwind, we also suffered heavy losses. Most of our assault warriors have almost run out of bullets.
“These last 30 kilometers were broken through with blood and lives, and if there’s another international conference this year, I’ll give Prime Minister Leonard a big slap and then tell him to say goodbye to The Sun Never Sets Empire. Prosen truly committed numerous crimes, but The Sun Never Sets Empire is no better, you all should be swept into the dustbin of history!”
The Special Envoy stifled out: “We are the Allied Nations…”
“Oh, really? When you planned to use the Melanians’ uprising to exhaust my already weary forces, did you consider we were allies?
“Since Prime Minister Leonard is already considering the post-war future, then we can consider the post-war scenario too, right? When you send the photo back, tell Leonard we will continue to advance, and after liberating all of Melania, we will push straight to the Oder River, seize Plowsonia, and then sweep through the entire Prosen Empire.
“We’ll meet with the Allied Forces in Salsas.”
Initially, Wang Zhong wanted to say Paris, but come to think of it, Prosen might not hold Paris.
However, considering the current situation, the meeting point might not be Earth’s historical Elbe River.
So Wang Zhong said Salsas, which is at the national boundary line between Prosen and Carolingian.
Next, we should consider landing on the Empire of Fusang.
