Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 886 - 17 Trouble Comes in Pairs (6K)_3
Chapter 886 -17 Trouble Comes in Pairs (6K)_3
The priest took a quick step forward to Evans: “Child, I can’t treat your wounds, but I can listen to your final prayer—”
Evans: “Are you planning to listen to my prayer while shooting?”
“Why not?”
Evans grabbed the priest’s gun, knocked down another Prosen, and after making sure no one else was rushing in, he fished out a magazine from the priest’s pouch.
Priest: “I can give you all of these, it makes me feel more at ease.”
Evans: “How do you do it?”
Priest: “What?”
“Stay so calm!”
Priest: “God blesses me!”
Evans shook his head: “Perhaps. Quickly, we need to move! To the prepared position!”
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“Reporting to the Division Commander.”
The commander of the 21st Armored Division turned to look at the communications officer.
Communications Officer: “We have almost taken the city, but it’s already dark, and there are still many paratroopers resisting in the city.”
Chief of Staff: “We should have bypassed the city and headed straight for the beach.”
“It’s too late to say anything now, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” said the Division Commander.
Chief of Staff: “Marshal said the first 24 hours after the landing are crucial! Even if we attack at night, we should continue! We can turn on the big lights, and the enemy can’t see us clearly when illuminated!”
Division Commander: “If the crucial first 24 hours are so vital, where is the crucial Marshal now?”
The Chief of Staff was momentarily at a loss for words.
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Prosen Army Western Front Headquarters.
Admiral Schmidt: “Why haven’t the other four armored divisions moved to the beachhead yet?”
“Because of the air raid, Admiral, and the enemy has control of several key bridges, our armored divisions and trucks can’t cross.”
Admiral Schmidt: “Then plan a route that doesn’t require crossing a bridge!”
Chief of Staff: “Since that incident, we were assigned to the Western Front Headquarters, and many people aren’t familiar with the rural roads.”
The incident naturally refers to the assassination of the Plathen Emperor, where the Emperor’s close friend died tragically. After that, because Marshal Erwin Rommel was also suspected to be involved, his headquarters and accompanying officers were completely replaced. The newcomers were better at monitoring Marshal Rommel than planning operations.
Admiral Schmidt sighed.
He said, “Marshal Rommel once said to place all the troops near the beach, and once the landing started, push them back into the sea with all our might. But we, relying on Eastern Front experience, rejected him. The Eastern Front tactic is for frontline troops to delay Ante’s attack, with strong points dividing Ante’s attacking units, then counterattacking with armored divisions.
“In last winter’s offensive, we just blocked Rocossov this way.”
(In fact, Rocossov didn’t intend to make a large-scale advance, only aimed to level the front lines, but Prosen’s senior generals generally believed Rocossov failed.)
Admiral Schmidt: “If Marshal Rommel appears now, I want to apologize to him.”
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Erwin Rommel opened his eyes, looking at the dark room.
“Where am I?” he asked.
“In the headquarters of the Resistance Organization.” A heavily accented Prosenese voice replied, “Your subordinates sent you to a civilian hospital, not realizing it was our headquarters. By the way, the church next door is our ammunition depot. We frequently use carts transporting pumpkins to deliver ammunition to the resistance in the city.”
Erwin tried to discern the speaker, but the surroundings were pitch black, and he couldn’t see anything.
“Hiding one’s face while speaking is not the behavior of a gentleman.”
“We are the Resistance Organization, for the liberation of our country, we’ve done all kinds of dirty work. Marshal Rommel, give up, you cannot return to Headquarters or command the resistance.”
Erwin sighed: “How long have I been unconscious?”
“You’ve been here for eighteen hours.”
Erwin: “Have the Allied Forces been pushed back into the sea?”
“As far as I know, no. In fact, the telephone exchange in town and the seaside town of Fatan have always been connected; many people have called to check, and the Allied Forces are continuously entering inland from Fatan.”
Erwin: “As long as Kinburg hasn’t been lost, there’s still hope for a turnaround. If I could return to the Western Front Headquarters, I could mobilize the 30th Army Group from South Carolingian, and the 15th Army Group from Jarai, plus my armored division—”
“You’re not going anywhere.” The voice in the dark said, “You’re not going anywhere!”
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Saint Kamodo Town, cross-river bridge.
The United Kingdom’s 1st Paratrooper Division, which occupied the bridge, had been fighting fiercely for a day and was now resting in shifts.
The sentinel struggled to stay awake, keeping watch over the surroundings.
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Suddenly, he heard someone breaking through the hedge and shouted, “Flash!”
“Thunder!” The reply matched the code, and then someone leaped out of the darkness.
The leader was wearing a beret, though the color seemed different from the 1st Paratrooper Division.
“Who are you?” the sentinel challenged.
“Commando Team Six, we blew up the Leopold train cannon 25 kilometers away yesterday, now we’ve come to join the fight!”
The burly Commando member approached the sentinel.
“Where’s your commander?”
“Who?” A voice from the bridge asked while running over.
“Commando Team Six.” Commando saluted the approaching major, “We’ve come to assist in battle. What’s the situation now?”
“We’ve repelled several attacks by the Prosen 701st Infantry Division. Now they’re reorganizing in the woods to the south, with heavy artillery. We’re almost out of ammunition, do you have any?”
Commando Captain answered: “A little. But Prosens aren’t good at night combat; we can give them a taste of what’s coming.”
