Chapter 845: Chapter 3 Crossing the Swamp_2
Kiriyenko: “I have prepared a massive amount of ammunition. For the first three days, the enemy will definitely think we are truly attacking. From the fourth day, they will see our engineering troops building pontoon bridges under their artillery fire, and then rack their brains to dismantle the pontoon bridges.
“When our shells and wooden pontoons are nearly exhausted, the Kazarlia Army Group will have already set out.”
Marshal Gorky: “Five concentrated attacks – this is the grand canvas of our entire sumr campaign. We have adopted Marshal Rocossov’s proposal and nad it ‘Operation Bagration.'”
Olga: “Five tis? Kashuk’s attack, Southern Front’s attack on Moravia, Berlisk Army Group’s attack, Kazarlia Army Group’s attack, isn’t that only four tis? Where is the fifth one, or did I count wrong?”
Wang Zhong: “The feint is also counted as one.”
Kiriyenko quickly added: “No, after the encirclent is completed, we will also launch a real attack, we cannot give the enemy ti to prepare for a breakout.”
Olga: “Makes sense, and then? What happens after these five attacks?”
Wang Zhong: “We also have an autumn combat plan, but its content has not been decided yet. After the sumr offensive, we expect the front lines to undergo very drastic changes; we don’t know what situation we will face in autumn, hence we are unable to formulate a battle plan.
“Of course, we still have several ideas. The first is to completely liberate lania and Livonia. If that is accomplished, we will gaze across the Oder River into Pulosenia.
“The second is to reinforce the Southern Front, launch an attack, sweep through the Bud Basin, and capture Vilna—where the sumr palace of the Plathen Emperor, iquan Palace, is located. We could exhibit his collection of art.”
Wang Zhong finished speaking and picked up a cup of water to drink.
Olga: “Then? That’s it? Just these two directions?”
Wang Zhong: “Yes, another plan is to attack the midsection of the Empire of Prosen, which indeed has a lot of factories but also densely populated areas with lots of reinforced concrete buildings, which are not very suitable for advancent.
“There, where it is still enemy territory, we may encounter strong resistance from the locals, and we worry that our troops might suffer heavy casualties.”
Marshal Gorky added: “Just like what the enemy faced in Abawahan, we could fall into the sa situation.”
Olga: “That’s strange then. By common sense, shouldn’t the most urbanized part of a country be the capital? You’re not attacking the midsection filled with major cities, but targeting Pulosenia, a supercity? Is sothing wrong with that?”
Wang Zhong: “The key is that there is nothing in the midsection of Prosen that would deal a fatal blow to them. But capturing the capital of Prosen would be like a catastrophe for them.”
Olga: “Wouldn’t the enemy evacuate Pulosenia first and move back to their forr capital?”
Wang Zhong: “If this city were not nad Pulosenia, then they might indeed do that. But this city is built with considerable funds to prove that Prosen will beco a millennium empire. The Prosens will not abandon this city, it’s impossible, Your Majesty.”
Marshal Gorky: “The na of this city is still Pulosenia, which ans ‘Promised Land of the Pulosenia Nation’ in the Prosene language.”
Wang Zhong thought to himself that he really did not know this; so, Niya ans Promised Land huh.
Then Arica should be called Anglo-Saxonnia, it could also be called Scalping Grounds.
Wang Zhong: “In any case, once we have liberated the Promised Land of the Pulosenia Nation, the faith of the Prosens will collapse, they will lose the will to resist, maybe ending up like the King of Moravia yesterday.”
Olga nodded repeatedly: “I understand, I understand, I’m starting to look forward to the future.”
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April 22, at the Prosen Central Army Corps Headquarters.
“Hello? Hello? Speak up!”
The headquarters was filled with the sounds of staff officers yelling into the microphones.
Marshal Von Bock, holding a coffee cup: “Alright, now we’re also being attacked, and the strongest Kazarlia First Front Army hasn’t moved a bit; this ans that attacks from other directions are feints, and the fatal blow will be dealt by Rocossov’s direct subordinates.
“It’s always been like this.”
As if to echo his words, the phone on the table rang.
Von Bock picked up the receiver: “This is Von Bock.”
The voice of His Majesty the Emperor ca from the other side: “Marshal Von Bock, I hear the Western Front Army is attacking from your side?”
“Yes, the troops below have gone mad, everyone claims to have seen pontoon bridges.” Von Bock sneered, “The Anteans couldn’t possibly have so many pontoon bridges; last year when they attacked their bridge construction was hesitant, I believe this side is a feint, Your Majesty.”
“No, your side might be Rocossov’s main offensive direction.”
“But, Your Majesty, so many pontoon bridges can’t just appear out of nowhere, there must be a corresponding transportation force. Our aerial reconnaissance shows that the enemy’s transportation capabilities have not noticeably increased, they couldn’t possibly sneak up so many pontoon bridges unnoticed.”
His Majesty the Emperor: “That’s against normal Antean commanders. Rocossov is different! You need to counterattack with the attitude of facing a full-frontal enemy assault. Rocossov’s main force has yet to make a move!”
The thoughts in Von Bock’s mind raced: it’s because the Kazarlia First Front Army hasn’t moved that I suspect this side is a feint, how did it turn around when telling you, Your Majesty?
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