Cannon Fire Arc

Chapter 827: Chapter 44 General Andrei Fails Again (8.6K)_5

Lieutenant Karl sighed: “I have never experienced winter in Ante. The first year of the attack I was injured and went back to recuperate, the second year I was undergoing the same refit training as you, this is my first time.”

Gunner: “You will soon understand the benefits of shitting inside a tank. The military song sings ‘only the loyal chariot will give us a steel tomb’, but in reality, it also provides us a steel toilet haha.”

Lieutenant Karl also burst into laughter.

Suddenly he asked: “What about peeing then? Why doesn’t it smell like urine? Or do you guys pee outside?”

“It’s just not time yet, when the winter in Ante gets so cold that even boiling water thrown into the air would instantly freeze, that’s when we start peeing inside the tank.”

Lieutenant Karl continuously shook his head.

At that moment, the radio beeped, he stood up, picked up the headset and microphone, and upon hearing someone calling him, he replied: “This is Lieutenant Karl of Company 2, Battalion 502, go ahead.”

“Prepare to attack, start up the tanks, Lieutenant!”

“Yes.”

Karl patted the gunner’s shoulder: “Put out the fire and grab the crank, we’re going to start the tank!”

In such cold weather, it’s highly likely that electric starters would fail.

The gunner picked up a bucket next to him, poured the sand into another bucket with a bonfire, and pressed down the burning firewood.

After extinguishing the fire, the three crawled out of the tank, inserted the crank into the hole next to the engine, and started cranking with all their might.

The Tiger King next to them was performing the same operation, and soon engine noises filled the snowy plains.

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November 11, the report reached the Kazarlia First Front Army Headquarters.

“Just as expected, the enemy pushed us back,” Pavlov handed the report to Wang Zhong, “It looks like our previous breakthrough was just lucky, or the enemy was too trashy.”

Wang Zhong: “So why let him lead the Saint Andrew Regional Army? Are our senior officers really that scarce?”

“Maybe too many from the surrender faction were purged before,” shrugged Pavlov, “I actually think that after Yegorov gains some more experience and qualifications, he could be arranged to command a Front Army.”

Wang Zhong: “Yegorov? No, his military education is intermediate at best. Leading an Army Group is as far as he can go, moving up further would require him to go back to a military academy, you think he would agree?”

Pavlov thought for a moment, replied: “I think he would say, ‘Even the worst division commander can fight this well, study, study my ass!'”

Wang Zhong laughed heartily, and after finishing continued: “Besides, I’m counting on him for next year’s attack too. I see Kashuk and Kiriyenko are not bad, they are both vice admiral level officers, received complete military education, suitable to be Front Army Commanders.”

Popov: “If we now propose to appoint Kashuk and Kiriyenko as Front Army Commanders, wouldn’t it be seen as expanding influence, Rokossovsky Faction is now feared by many.”

Wang Zhong: “The homeland is not yet fully liberated, the Pulosen Ghosts have not been eliminated, some people are already starting to fight internally, it’s time for the Tribunal to give them a good knocking.”

“You are the Living Saint, what you say goes. Even the Grand Patriarch’s words might not be as effective as yours now,” Popov said.

Vasily: “Ah? Isn’t the Marshal the hot candidate for the next Grand Patriarch? A Living Saint, wow!”

Wang Zhong: “Look who’s talking!”

You guys better not make me suffer!

At that moment Pavlov suddenly said: “If you are a Living Saint, can you officiate weddings and funerals now?”

Popov: “According to the doctrine, saints are clerics, they can officiate.”

Wang Zhong: “What, you want to get married again?”

“No, my wife and kids are all fine, marry what. I was thinking, after our offensive is over, maybe Yegorov and Doctor Kaja could sort things out?”

Wang Zhong couldn’t help but glance at Pavlov’s bald head, thinking this guy at the start of the war clearly didn’t get along with Yegorov, now he’s worrying about his wedding.

War indeed brings all sorts of changes.

Wang Zhong thought for a moment, nodded: “Possible.”

After all, “marry after this war” is a famous death FLAG, and the battlefield is indeed very strange.

Pavlov: “Would it be appropriate to arrange their wedding in the name of the Front Army?”

Popov: “Military Bishops have really never handled this kind of thing, it’s usually managed by the local Church. Should I ask Ronied’s local Church?”

Wang Zhong: “Ask them, once we achieve all our tactical goals and Yegorov comes back from the frontline, let’s give him a surprise. Doctor Kaja could be told earlier, after all her hospital is not far from Ronied.”

This attack was a tactical assault, none of the units advanced too far, and Wang Zhong’s Headquarters and various main logistical agencies were basically stationary, something that had never happened before.

Before, either there was a major retreat or a large advance chasing the remaining enemy, once Headquarters and logistical agencies stayed in one place for a long time, it meant the frontline was engaged in a bloody battle, fighting fiercely with the enemy.

Vasily: “Marshal, aren’t you going to write a song for the both of them about their battlefield love?”

Wang Zhong thought you say it lightly, I’m not really a musical genius, I have to think of a suitable song to copy!

Vasily: “I went to see Filippov earlier, he seemed to have written a poem, it just doesn’t fit the festive mood of a wedding day.”

Wang Zhong: “Let me see it.”

Vasily immediately opened his notebook, turned to a certain page and handed it to Wang Zhong: “I copied down the poem.”

Wang Zhong looked at the poem and burst into laughter, because the content of the poem was very similar to the famous song “Past the Tall Grass” by the Willow Band, it felt almost possible to copy this famous song.

Vasily: “How does it feel?”

Wang Zhong thought I’m not really a literary youth, you ask me to evaluate a poem, then I can only say—

“It has quite a romantic feel.” To cover up his own embarrassment, he continued, “I have an idea now, write this down, Vasily.”

Then Wang Zhong began humming a tune from memory:

After two springs, summers, autumns, and winters,

So many people have already forgotten me,

So many have left me far behind.

I returned to my hometown, my temples full of frost,

Comrades scattered at the ends of the earth, only the medals on my chest accompanying me.

I walk on the little path overgrown with wild grass, passing through the tall grass.

I want to take a deep breath of this land’s air,

The taste I have long forgotten.