Cannon Fire Arc Chapter 920 30 The Dull Spear3

Filippov: "Isn't it a bit of a waste for a General like you to personally command a machine gun?"

"Isn't it a waste for a Marshal to personally command a tank?" Yegorov retorted.

Filippov: "But when the Marshal personally leads a tank charge, it boosts our morale!"

"So my commanding a machine gun wouldn't boost your morale?"

Filippov shook his head: "No, we'd just worry about your safety."

"What about the Marshal's safety then?"

Before Filippov could reply, Misha chid in: "He's a Marshal, a Living Saint, protected by Saint Andrew's angels. So of us even saw an angel, wearing armor with six silver nails on its head."

Yegorov: "What? They actually saw it? Damn, I want to see too. The Division Commander always charges without taking , just enjoying himself. Sukabule, next ti I hear he's charging, I'll charge too and leave all the Headquarters stuff to the Chief of Staff."

Filippov and the others exchanged looks.

Just then, machine gun fire sounded from the south of the city.

Yegorov: "The enemy is attacking? Why wasn't there artillery preparation?"

Filippov: "They fired this morning, lasted about thirty minutes."

"How long ago was that?" Yegorov asked again.

"About an hour ago."

Yegorov rubbed his forehead: "Artillery preparation from over an hour ago, we've already transported the wounded, and the severely injured are probably done with surgery. It's like there was no shelling at all."

Filippov: "I don't know, maybe it's the Prosens' new tactic?"

"Be ready, I'm going south to check it out," Yegorov said, turning to leave.

Filippov stopped him: "No, those aren't our troops in the south. If you personally command, it'll be chaos. You should go to the Marshal's Headquarters instead."

"No, I won't go. I'd get scolded if I went there! I'm going to the frontlines to see what's happening."

With that, Yegorov jumped into a jeep, directing the driver to head south.

Filippov: "Oh no, give the radio, I need to report to the Marshal!"

Misha: "Use the phone, it's been set up long enough."

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Wang Zhong: "Yegorov went to the south of the city? Unbelievable! Thank you for the report, Comrade Filippov."

He hung up the phone and said to Vasily: "Quickly send soone with a radio to find Yegorov in the south."

Vasily: "Huh? He ca? I didn't get any notification."

Wang Zhong: "He probably ordered the Headquarters not to say anything. Quickly send soone, find Yegorov and call with the radio, using this frequency."

Wang Zhong tore off a piece of notepaper, wrote down a series of numbers, and handed it to Vasily.

"Understood." Vasily imdiately issued the orders.

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lania Capital, south of the city, September 11th, 1600 hours.

"Fire, range 500, fire hard!" Yegorov squatted beside the machine gun, holding binoculars, personally commanding the machine gun.

At that mont, a jeep pulled up at the entrance to the building where the machine gun was, and the ssenger on the car raised a radio: "General Yegorov, the Marshal wants to speak with you."

Yegorov: "Just say you didn't find ! Range 400, fire!"

ssenger: "The Marshal said if you don't answer, you'll be punished by being sent to the Far East to prepare for war with the Empire of Fusang."

Yegorov put down the binoculars, sighed, and went downstairs.

Thirty seconds later, he appeared downstairs, reluctantly taking the radio: "This is Yegorov, go ahead."

"Yegorov, you!" Marshal Rocossov's voice ca through the radio, "Co to my Headquarters! Right now, imdiately! Or I'll transfer you back to be the Director of the Clothing Factory!"

"Wait, wasn't I going to the Far East to prepare for war with the Empire of Fusang?"

"Nonsense, you insubordinate fellow, don't ever think of returning to the front line again! Go ho to your family and a warm bed!"

"Oh... you did it too, Division Commander!"

"Still talking back! Get back to my Headquarters! Now, instantly! If I don't see you in thirty minutes, you'll be handling the Clothing Factory!"

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Thirty minutes later, forr lania Occupation Army Headquarters, now City Defense Command.

Wang Zhong heard Yegorov's booming voice at the door, looked up to see the bear-like figure entering.

"What are you here for?" he asked sternly.

Yegorov: "To verify the battlefield situation!"

"Verify the battlefield situation? Are your troops here?"

"Yes, Filippov's regint, I've even seen them! The regint has suffered too many losses, I feel so bad, and Filippov got promoted to regint commander!"

Wang Zhong: "Would you care to explain why Filippov was promoted to regint commander?"

Yegorov said nothing.

Wang Zhong: "Because the original regint commander, deputy commander, regint staff officer, and even the military chaplain all sacrificed themselves! I suppose you want the entire Army Group to change a corps commander!"

"Then you want the entire Front Army to change a commander?" Yegorov countered.

"You!"

Yegorov: "You keep charging like this, thinking we'll stay behind, it's unrealistic. I think the miners are coming up too."

Wang Zhong: "General Eugene isn't like you! He fights steadily! I'm telling you, if I needed soone to stabilize a critical position, I'd definitely send Eugene!"

"Why?"

"Think for yourself!"

Yegorov glanced to the side, comnted: "At a critical mont, His Majesty the Tsar would probably also send Marshal Gorky?"

Wang Zhong: "You're getting cheeky! Sit down; you're not going anywhere today!"

Yegorov sat down, dejected, adding: "Then I want pork stomach chicken."

Wang Zhong: "Bear with it! My Ceres cooking team hasn't arrived yet! Vasily, give him so pickles!"

Vasily: "This is lania, not that many pickles. How about so Polish dumplings?"

Yegorov: "Alright!"

Wang Zhong: "Now you're eating huh!"

Yegorov shrugged: "What else?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "Serve him the dumplings."

Vasily: "Alright, a plate of Polish dumplings it is!"