Kabusk Village, near the predestined deploynt line of the attacking forces.
Ivan Nikolayevich Andronov heard the distant cries of "Hurrah" from the front.
Curious, he asked, "What's happening?"
However, no one answered him. The sound of the tanks was too loud, so Ivan reached into the hatch and tapped the tank commander's shoulder, "What's happening?"
The commander turned around, "What?"
It seed that without an internal line, it was basically impossible to hear anything inside a tank.
The Crown Prince waved his hand and sat up straight again, looking ahead.
Finally, he saw clearly at whom the soldiers were yelling "Hurrah": a jeep was parked on the road, and an old man in an old military uniform was saying sothing.
The tank pulled up next to the jeep and stopped. Ivan recognized that the old man was Duke Rocossov.
"Your Grace!" Despite being the Crown Prince, Ivan used a respectful title, "What brings you here?"
The old man smiled, "I've co to serve as an infantry company commander. I did the job for a good long ti when I first joined the army; I'm quite familiar with it."
Ivan asked curiously, "So, what was that Hurrah they yelled at you all about?"
"Ah, it's the young n on active duty showing respect to an old superior. Actually, most privates have never seen ; they don't know why they should yell Hurrah, but they yelled anyway."
The old Duke stopped and looked up at Ivan, "Hmm, apart from being a bit slender, you look like a soldier."
For so reason, Ivan wanted to appear more soldier-like and jumped down from the tank, only to almost fall to his knees as he lost his footing.
The old Duke grabbed him and pulled him up, "Be careful, Your Highness! If your knee hits the ground, I'll have to go to the palace's ceremonial hall for a protocol examination."
Those around them who heard this laughed, then the old sergeant major chased the chucklers away, "Stop laughing! The battle is unfolding! Do you want to stand still and take the enemy's shelling?"
Only then did the soldiers move forward, heading towards the deploynt line.
Old Rocossov pinched Ivan's shoulder and asked, "How are you holding up, Your Highness?"
"To tell you the truth, my legs started shaking the mont that sergeant major yelled. That normal, Your Grace?" Ivan revealed a wry smile.
"Is this your first offensive?" The Duke asked in return.
"If you don't count the mock offensive drills in military school, yes."
"Then it's very normal. The night before my first battle, I couldn't sleep a wink, tossing and turning, and whenever I shut my eyes, all sorts of nonsense would run through my mind. My heart thumped uncontrollably, and even the blood vessels in my neck and temples trembled."
Ivan looked shocked, "Really? That's exactly what happened to last night!"
"True. Everyone feels the sa, but the difference cos the second ti. Brave people are still nervous the second ti but can at least sleep a bit. Those bastards born for the battlefield sleep soundly the next ti and even snore!"
Ivan laughed, "Really? Then I'm looking forward to my second ti. I wonder how Alyosha is doing."
"He's probably like ; sleeps more soundly than a pig the second ti around," said Duke Rocossov.
Just then, a whistling sound ca overhead, and Ivan instinctively wanted to hit the dirt but was caught by the Duke and couldn't move.
"It's our own preparatory fire, no need to worry. It's for blasting the enemy."
As soon as he finished speaking, explosions lit up the northern plains.
Ivan looked into the distance, "Are the enemies that close?"
"Not close, almost three kiloters away. It's quite a walk. Of course, Your Highness, you'll get there faster in a tank, whereas this old man here will advance with the infantry."
"I'll also advance with the infantry..." Ivan suddenly looked down, noticing his legs were shaking so much, it was visibly clear from the outside of his trousers, "Never mind, I'll ride in the tank after all. I feel like my legs would give out halfway. Alyosha has already gone back and forth across the battlefield several tis, while I'm just embarrassing."
Duke Rocossov glanced at Ivan's legs, hesitated for a mont, but then said, "At least you didn't wet yourself, which is quite brave."
Ivan also laughed, "I think that's just a hateful rumor soone made up about Alyosha."
"Who knows?" Duke Rocossov gazed at the distant enemy positions being bombarded.
Silence briefly enveloped the two, with only the thunderous explosions in the distance and the continuous whistling of shells in the sky.
Suddenly, Duke Rocossov said, "Originally, I wanted to change Alyosha's na, because have you heard that song called Alyosha?"
Ivan thought for a mont and said, "The song with the lyrics 'He can no longer bring flowers to the girl, it's the girl who brings flowers to him'?"
"Yes, it's terribly inauspicious, isn't it? But then I thought, the na Aleksei is that of a saint, chosen according to the ti he was born. It would probably anger so formidable force if I changed it randomly."
"That idea is very un-Secular faction, isn't it?"
The Ante People's custom was to choose nas from a list of saints according to the ti of birth, which is why there were so many common nas.
Ivan laughed, "Indeed."
"Now, all we can do is hope that Saint Aleksei blesses him to live until the end of the war." The general made a triangle with his fingers and laughed.
After the brief exchange, the two watched silently as the artillery pounded the enemy positions in the distance.
Ti passed unasured until a ssenger ran up, dismounted in front of the Crown Prince, and saluted, "The division commander has instructed to inform Your Highness that the assault formation is fully deployed."
Ivan returned the salute, "Tell the commander that I'm just a captain, no need to report to , proceed with the attack at his pace. I'll be at the very forefront of the troops."
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