Chapter 860: Chapter 9: The Road Signs of Hotown_2
Yegorov, after hearing the translation, cursed: “Bastard! How could this Roml ever match up to our Division Commander! Let him think again!”
The Military Bishop stopped Yegorov: “That’s enough, stop giving the kiddo a hard ti, I can’t stand to watch this! Let’s go, we’re still ten kiloters away from the new Headquarters! Dilly-dally a bit more and it’ll be dawn, and the Prosen Air Force might co for an airstrike!”
“You’re right.” Yegorov climbed onto the Jeep, suddenly burst into inexplicable laughter, “We’ve thrashed the Prosens so hard that they’ve got to send these greenhorns into battle, we’re damn impressive.”
The others on the Jeep laughed as well.
The Jeep started up and plunged into the night.
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July 18th, 72 hours since the offensive began.
Henry Scaritz suddenly shouted: “Stop! Stop in front of that road sign ahead!”
Podoliskov, the tank driver, thumped the top of the tank hard: “Stop! Pull up right in front of that road sign!”
Henry faintly heard a “duang” sound, as if a wrench had hit against sothing heavy, then the tank stopped, but clearly too late, surging past the road sign by seven or eight ters before halting.
Henry jumped off the vehicle, took three steps to the road sign, and looked at the place nas written in both Prosenese and lania Language.
He rubbed his eyes to confirm that the line above the Prosenese was indeed in lania Language.
A road sign within Ante territory couldn’t possibly be in lania Language, and it has nothing to do with how long it has been occupied by the Prosens.
At this ti, the infantry of the lania People’s Army, who were marching on foot, also ca over; they all looked at the road sign as they passed by Henry.
“Damn, am I seeing lania Language?”
The Lieutenant who spoke rubbed his eyes hard.
“Holy shit, it really is lania Language!”
“Could it be that we’ve entered lania territory?”
“That’s not right, shouldn’t there be a boundary marker or sothing first?”
“Are you dumb, the Prosens think they’re a thousand-year Empire, that they’ll rule these lands forever, so they took down all the border stones, thinking eventually it will all be one country!”
“For real? So are we in lania—in our holand now?”
“Hey, you there, didn’t you say you’ve never been back ho? Well, you’re ho now!”
There are quite a few lianian descendants living in Ante within the lania People’s Army; after all, most of the land of the modern state of lania was governed by Ante before its independence.
To commorate the Antean empress who annexed lania, the Anteans even nad their capital after her up to this day: Saint Ye Katerina Fortress.
Henry stood still, staring at the road sign as if to imprint every detail of this unremarkable sign in his mory.
“Henry!” Podoliskov’s voice ca from the tank’s direction, “If you don’t get on, we can’t move out, and we’ll block the road!”
Only then did Henry turn around—at that mont, an “explosion” sound rang out.
Henry and the rest of the lania People’s Army thought they were under attack and threw themselves to the ground, only to realize it was a cara flash—flash bulbs at the ti were essentially small explosions, virtually igniting a mini flashbang.
The war correspondent said in lania Language: “Don’t panic! I’m just capturing the mont, trust , in a few days this photo will appear on the front page of The Tis! It might even beco one of the classic images of this war.”
Henry: “Are you lianian?”
“I’m a special correspondent for the lania Governnt in exile, can I take a picture of you guys advancing on the tank?”
Henry: “Of course!”
He got up quickly, clambered onto the tank, and gestured to the reporter to proceed.
Podoliskov was very anxious; straightening his crash helt and uniform to ensure his dals didn’t obscure each other.
After the flash, the reporter smiled, “Very good, I wish you a smooth operation!”
Podoliskov: “I don’t understand what he said, but I know we’re moving forward, driver, forward!”
The Revenge for the Heroic Brother roared, belching thick smoke as it moved forward.
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About twenty minutes later, Revenge for the Heroic Brother encountered a small city ahead.
By the city gate, several wagons were destroyed, and the corpses of horses that pulled the carts were piled up on the roadside along with the wreckage. An old lady with a headscarf was squatting next to a body, slashing at it with a knife.
“Stop!” Henry tapped Podoliskov’s shoulder.
This ti, the tank stopped promptly, just barely missing the old lady.
When the old woman heard the roar of the tank, she looked up at Henry: “Aren’t you Prosens?”
“We are not, old mother.” Henry replied, “Are there Prosens in the city?”
“Yes, they’ve been talking about making a last stand since yesterday, demanding even us lianians pick up arms. A few foolish kids wanting to be honored Prosens responded, you watch out for them, don’t be fooled by their faces! Shoot these bastards on sight!”
Henry: “Have they troubled you, old mother?”
“How could they have not, be careful, the anti-tank barricade on the road was built by us won, we skimped on the work, just hit it hard and it’ll smash!”
Henry humd in response, then pulled a sausage from his pocket: “Take this, old mother, and get away fast, find a place to hide outside, and co back when the firing stops! Walk into the area controlled by the lania People’s Army, they all understand your language!”
The old lady was startled: “All lianians? The Prosens said it was the Anteans who would co back to enslave us!”
“We’re from the Secular faction of the lania People’s Army, we’re not on the side of the Antean nobles, we’ve co back to liberate our own country!”
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