Wang Zhong switched his view angle, looking down from above at the Eighth Air Force's B17 fleet that was flying towards the airfield.
The whole scene was much more impressive than the "Aerial Combat Heroes" series; such condensation trails, if the ground troops looked up and saw them, their morale would soar.
Suddenly, Wang Zhong noticed that the insignia on one of the B17s was a beautiful woman, and upon closer inspection, the plane's na, "mphis Belle"!
As a child, his favorite air combat movie was exactly "mphis Belle"!
At this mont, Vasily's voice interrupted Wang Zhong's thoughts: "I wonder if this bombing raid has caused enough damage to the Prosens.
"I feel that the Allied Forces' bombings have limited use; despite repeatedly bombing the Prosens' factory district, the Prosens still have enough tanks."
Wang Zhong: "You can't say that. According to the enemy docunts we've captured and interrogations of enemy officers, the armored troops of Plowsonia have already been significantly reduced. Previously, one of their Armored Divisions could boast two battalions with two hundred tanks and a large number of half-track vehicles and trucks. Now, the number of tanks has been reduced by half, and the numbers of trucks and half-track vehicles have also decreased."
Pavlov: "The enemy's equipnt supplies are also facing issues; many units' equipnt has been decreasing. If it weren't for our own failures to complete resupplies, we might have been able to carry out the original plan for the sumr offensive this winter."
Wang Zhong: "There's a Ceres saying: haste will not bring success; let's take it slow. It's also a good chance for us to properly clean up the concept of fast victory within the military and establish the correct understanding; otherwise, our troops will suffer in the future."
Popov: "We are doing exactly that, I'm even worried sotis that the Judges are being too harsh."
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"No matter what, it's never too much!" The Plathen Emperor struck the table furiously, "Since you've all prevented from holding a funeral for Giles, I can only comply with you! But no one can stop from purging these damned traitors! They all must be hanged! Everyone who went to the Valkyrie Club must be hanged!"
The head of the Imperial Ministry asked: "Otto..."
"He went there to eliminate these scoundrels! He's an exception! Everybody else gets the noose except for him!"
The head of the Imperial Ministry: "Then... should Marshal Erwin Roml of the Western Front Headquarters also be hanged?"
The Emperor stopped, staring fiercely at his most trusted subordinate.
"Sorry, but the Marshal is responsible for the defense of the Western Front and has successfully driven the Allied Forces back into the sea; he can't possibly be a rebel. He must have been misled by officers under him to make an appearance at the club."
The Emperor nodded: "Very well, that's it. All bad elents around Marshal Erwin must be hanged, not leaving a single one! Additionally, we need to infiltrate our people into the Western Front Headquarters to fill the vacancies left by those who are hanged, and keep a close watch on the Marshal's movents.
"If the Western Front Headquarters were to rebel, their troops could invade Plowsonia much faster than those on the Eastern Front!"
At this mont, there were no military generals present; otherwise, they would probably all be fearing for their own safety.
The Emperor: "Now let's discuss the funeral of Marshal Rundstedt. Our military perford exceptionally well yesterday in resisting Rocossov's 'invasion,' and I am thinking that by the ti of the Marshal's funeral, we will have already defeated Rocossov."
The head of the Imperial Ministry was shocked: "Have we finally defeated Rocossov?"
"Correct!" the Emperor slapped the map, "Look at this map; yesterday Rocossov's deepest advance was only fifteen kiloters; in one day he advanced only fifteen kiloters! We are trying to cut off the connection between this embed group in our defenses and the main force. This will be a huge encirclent!"
The head of the Imperial Ministry squinted at the map; not being from a military academy or having a military family background, he could still recognize that the embed group in the defenses was a brigade-sized combat group—it was written so on the map.
At this ti, the Minister of Propaganda said: "rely having stopped Rocossov's advance and calling it a victory won't satisfy the public. Soldiers returning ho on leave and to recover from injuries are already bringing back the grim conditions from the front, and the public won't be so easily deceived."
The Emperor: "Can't we just keep them from going ho? Set up a centralized recuperation area, claiming that there the wounded receive proper care from the Empire!"
The Minister of Propaganda was stunned: "This... if nobody returns ho from the front for a long ti, rumors will inevitably spread."
"Then kill all those who spread and create rumors!" The Emperor looked toward the head of Imperial Ministry, "Aren't you the most skilled in this?"
The Head of Intelligence and the Minister of Propaganda exchanged looks before responding: "Yes, we are most skilled in this, only Ante's Judges can compete with us."
The Emperor: "Do it this way!"
"But..." the Minister of Internal Affairs interrupted, "With so many wounded at the front line, it's almost impossible to place them all in official rehabilitation facilities; it's precisely because it's not feasible that we allow injured soldiers to go ho to recuperate after getting through the critical period, as hospitals are already overburdened."
The Emperor with a grim expression: "Fine, then let them be careful about what they say. We can pass a bill encouraging residents to report defeatist statents; there will definitely be people who will report.
"Even if the adults are all concerned about neighborly relations and dare not speak, or if they are all anti-Empire spies, their children will report it. We should reward the children who report their own parents and uncles and aunts, giving them Iron Cross dals!
"Then the children, for the sake of the dals, will report all those spreading defeatist statents, and following that, others will be too afraid to talk about the conditions on the front line, and the problem will be solved!"
The Minister of Propaganda and Minister of Internal Affairs both showed expressions of fright, but they quickly got control of themselves.
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