Chapter 780 Marshal's Military Power
Wang Zhong patted Bucephalus's neck and looked back at the gate of the headquarters.
At this time, Bucephalus's keeper drove into the headquarters in a jeep and shouted, "Marshal! Your horse has run away again! Ah, it has arrived? Our jeep couldn't catch up with it!"
Sergeant Gregory: "My transport is here too."
Wang Zhong thought about it, jumped on the horse, and then found that there was no whip.
However, Bucephalus did not seem to need a whip, as he knew when to move forward and when to stop.
Wang Zhong grabbed the reins, but before he could kick the horse's belly, the horse broke into a run and jumped over the barrier at the entrance of the headquarters.
"Run west! To the city center of Prothenia!" Wang Zhong shouted.
The white horse neighed loudly and galloped westward.
Wang Zhong heard the sound of an engine behind him, and turned around to see Senior Sergeant Gregory and three fully armed soldiers driving a jeep following him.
Bucephalus also looked back at the jeep and quickened his pace with disdain.
The roads were filled with troops marching toward Prothenia.
Wang Zhong shouted to the troops marching along the roadside: "Davarich! The vanguard is less than ten kilometers away from the city center! If we don't hurry up, we will be late!"
The soldiers turned their heads to look over, and a sergeant jokingly said, "Why are you alone? Aren't you fake marshals supposed to act in groups?"
Well, what Vasily’s psychological warfare troops did is no longer a secret among their own people. I don’t know how long they can deceive the Prosen people.
But now that Proson is in such a desperate situation, it seems that Vasily's tricks are no longer necessary.
Wang Zhong was thinking about these things as he ran past the troops. The jeep following behind him kicked up a lot of mud and snow.
Suddenly, someone in the marching column shouted, "Hey, look at the sergeant major in the jeep. He has two gold stars! Not many infantrymen can get two gold stars! One of them is the platoon leader of the marshal's personal guard!"
Everyone turned their heads to look, but Sergeant Gregory's jeep had already driven ahead and only the exhaust could be seen.
The soldiers immediately began to discuss:
"Could it be the Marshal himself?"
"Indeed we just passed the headquarters, the horse came from that side!"
"The deception troops should be at the front now!"
"It's broken, it's the real thing!"
Seeing this, the chaplain of the army shouted, "Davarishi, the marshal has gone ahead, we can't fall behind! Run - go!"
A large group of people started running wildly.
----
Ante General Command, 51 km from the center of Plosinia.
"He ran away again?" Pavlov raised his head. "How did he run away? Did the plane land directly in front of the headquarters? I didn't hear any engine sound?"
The head of the guard who came to report was embarrassed: "The marshal's white horse jumped over the wall and ran in front of the marshal. We thought it was a manifestation of St. Andrew, so we were busy praying and didn't stop it."
Pavlov: "Is it because the prayer didn't stop it, or because you didn't want to stop it?"
Guard Captain: "All of them - uh, no, I prayed that they didn't stop it."
Pavlov sighed. "Well, if he died in the battle to capture Prothenia, it would be quite romantic."
Popov: "But if he survives, everyone will just call him Saint Rokossov."
Pavlov nodded: "Yes."
Popov: "Are you... going to give up? Although I am not proficient in military affairs, as the third person in the command sequence, I can barely hold on until the new chief of staff arrives."
Pavlov: "How can I give up at this time? What if the good situation becomes worse because of me giving up?"
Popov: “Yes, you have a point!”
Pavlov: "But the commander's frequent running ahead must be taken seriously. Even if he comes back alive, he should apologize to the people of the country!"
"Yes, yes," Popov nodded repeatedly, "You are right."
----
At the same time, southwest of Prosen, Siegfried Line.
The troops of the United States Third Infantry Division had been blocked in front of the defense line for three days.
The division commander, General Gary, was interrogating a captured colonel.
General Gary: "Colonel, do you know that Ant is about to occupy your capital, Prothenia?"
The colonel replied in Angsa: "Of course we know."
General Gary: "Why don't you just surrender? Aren't you worried about the Ants' revenge?"
Colonel: “Of course I’m worried.”
General Gary: "You only answered the second question. What about the first question? Why don't you surrender? The royal family of the United Kingdom is related to your royal family of Plossom by marriage. Half a century ago, the queen of the United Kingdom was the cousin of your emperor."
Colonel: "So what? It didn't stop the United Kingdom from stabbing us in the back. The Ants may retaliate, but they defeated us, and you were defeated by us. Even now, you can't break through our defenses!
"No, the glorious army of Plossom refuses to surrender to its defeated enemies."
General Gary said angrily: "This is simply unreasonable! The Ante people were able to defeat you, all thanks to the supplies sent by our United States!"
"In that case, you should be more powerful with more supplies from the United States." The colonel responded calmly, "But I don't feel that. The unit I belong to is considered a second-line unit in Plossen. There are not many veterans in the unit who have returned from the purgatory on the Eastern Front, but we can still stop you here."
The general was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Let's see what information we can get out of it," and left the interrogation room and lit a cigarette outside.
The divisional chief of staff came up to him and said, “It is said that until the second year of the invasion of Ant, the Plossens looked down on the Ants, so they insisted on maintaining heavy troops on the Western Front to guard against the Allied landing.”
General: "Why do you bring this up? The facts have already become what they are now. The higher-ups should probably consider negotiating with Ant to agree to divide and occupy Proson equally. Especially Leonard from the United Kingdom, he must want this."
Chief of Staff: "A huge secular Proson, Prime Minister Leonard will never be able to sleep well in his life."
General Gary: "I think he has more to worry about than just this. It is said that there are already many secular believers among the senior staff of the United Kingdom."
"As if the United States doesn't have one."
----
Bucephalus ran so fast that Wang Zhong's butt hurt terribly.
If you ride a bicycle for a long time, your butt will feel tired and sore, let alone riding a horse.
Bucephalus took very long steps when he ran, causing the saddle to shake more violently than expected.
When there were only 25 kilometers left to run, Wang Zhongshi could not bear it anymore. After confirming that there were no hostile targets around, he pulled the reins hard to make Busifalas stop.
The jeep following behind also stopped immediately, and Gregory asked loudly: "What's wrong, your butt can't bear it?"
Wang Zhong nodded, and after getting off the horse, he covered his butt and gritted his teeth.
There were still troops marching on the road, but most people thought Wang Zhong was a stand-in created by Vasily's psychological warfare headquarters. However, when Wang Zhong stopped, people passing by him began to notice something was wrong.
"Hey, why do you look so much like Marshal Davarishi in the newspaper?" asked the old soldier passing by puzzledly.
Wang Zhong: "Because I am Marshal Rokossov, and this horse is my mount Bucephalus."
The old soldier was stunned: "Really?"
"They have to say that." The second-class soldier beside the old soldier joked, "Otherwise, what if the Prosen people hear it? If the Prosen people know that the 'marshal' they fear so much is actually a fake, then they won't be afraid of the marshal anymore!"
"No, I won't make a mistake. This is the marshal in the photo! Marshal Davarishi, please give me your instructions!"
Wang Zhong: "Keep going, target Prothenia!"
"Yes!"
The old soldier saluted and followed the troops forward.
The soldiers passing in front of Wang Zhong behind him all looked at Wang Zhong with admiration, and some even changed their gun-holding posture to a gun salute.
Wang Zhong rested for a while, drank some water, then jumped on his horse and continued galloping towards Prothenia.
In fact, at this time, satellite towns with densely packed buildings can be seen on both sides of the road.
The Stas have taken over parts of the city, and Stas members can be seen patrolling the streets.
These people obviously had never seen Wang Zhong's photo, so they completely thought Wang Zhong was a fake.
When passing the central square of a village, Wang Zhong saw people from the Stas and Ant secular churches distributing food, so Wang Zhong stopped and asked the Ant priest next to the big pot: "How are the people of Plossen doing?"
The priest replied: "It's terrible. Many people haven't eaten meat for a long time, and the only vegetables they have are cabbage."
At this time, the Skitarii soldier next to them said, "Although these people have bad food and all the metal objects in their homes have been taken away, they still have more things left than us. It can be seen that they are much richer than us. Why do they want to invade us?"
Wang Zhong: "I will ask their emperor this question now, and I will publish the answer in the newspaper."
Skitarii Soldier: "You speak as if you are the real Marshal Rokossov. You are just a stand-in for the psychological warfare unit!"
Wang Zhong thought that even the soldiers of the Crusader Army knew about this, and it seemed that the regular army of Prosom also knew about it.
But Vasily did not report the failure of the plan.
In other words, even if the enemy knew there was a fake Rokossov, they would still be afraid.
Maybe if I had charged in person earlier, we could have taken Prothenia many days earlier.
Wang Zhong gently kicked Bucephalus in the stomach, and the white horse started running again.
It left the village and rushed to a high ground next to the village. The main urban area of Prothenia spread out in front of Wang Zhong, directly occupying almost the entire horizon.
Dozens of thick smoke rose from the city and reached the sky.
Wang Zhong suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves beside him. He turned his head and saw Tsarevich Ivan riding a chestnut Don horse slowly walking towards him, while old Prince Rokossov was riding his family's black horse next to him.
The two men stopped beside Wang Zhong and looked at the burning Prothenia with him.
Then Wang Zhong heard a familiar voice: "General, it's Prosinia!"
Yakov ran past Bucephalus, stopped in front of his horse, and pointed to the city in the distance: "We are finally here!"
The cold wind blew, and the end of the scarf given by Yakov around Wang Zhong's neck fluttered in the wind.
The next moment, Wang Zhong saw the members of the first generation 422 crew supporting each other, appearing behind their three horses, and standing side by side with Sergeant Gregory and his crew.
There is also Alyosha, who died in Loktov. He held the hand of the girl he loved, and they stood side by side in the afternoon sun on the snow.
Wang Zhongxin was inspired and took out a notebook full of names from his pocket.
In fact, after the first notebook was full, Wang Zhong stopped recording names because he could not remember them all and no matter how many notebooks he had, they would not be enough.
There are still many people who don’t even know where or how they died.
The moment Wang Zhong opened the notebook, he saw thousands of sacrificed people standing behind him, like an army of the undead that had been summoned.
The army was endless and covered the entire plain.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up the flying snow all over the sky, blinding Wang Zhong's eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the army of the undead had disappeared, leaving only Yakov's scarf still swaying in the wind.
Sergeant Gregory: "Marshal?"
Wang Zhong: "I'm fine. I just had some hallucinations - no, some beautiful imaginations. I imagined that those who sacrificed, those unknown heroes, are now with us."
Gregory: “That would be great if it were true.”
Wang Zhong: “Yeah, if this is true, that would be great.”
As he said this, he gently pinched Bucephalus's belly. The white horse raised its front hooves high, neighed to the sky, and then ran down the mountain towards Prothenias.
Gregory quickly jumped onto the jeep and followed the white horse down the mountain.
The sound of the jeep's engine made Wang Zhong hallucinate again. He heard a huge army following him.
Wang Zhong shouted loudly: “ALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Although there was only one person, one horse, and a jeep, they created the aura of an army of millions.
On the afternoon of December 917, 12, Marshal Alexey Konstantinovich Rokosov rushed into the long-cherished Prosthenes.
----
Plossom Palace Bunker.
Emperor Proson suddenly opened the door of his office.
The Celtic Marshal and his adjutant who were in the corridor looked at the emperor in surprise.
The marshal mistakenly thought that the emperor was going to see off the body of his palace chief, so he said, "We are tidying up his appearance..."
Emperor: "No, I want to go to the ground."
"What? The enemy has just finished shelling, and there are fires in many parts of the palace. The fire brigade is--"
Emperor: "I am going to the ground and sit on my throne. I feel that Rokossov is coming to me. Giles, you come with me."
The Celtic Marshal and his adjutant were both terrified and looked at the emperor in horror.
The emperor's eyes were focused, as if the red-haired friend Giles was standing in the focus.
The emperor walked forward with square steps.
(End of this chapter)
Wang Zhong patted Bucephalus's neck and looked back at the gate of the headquarters.
At this time, Bucephalus's keeper drove into the headquarters in a jeep and shouted, "Marshal! Your horse has run away again! Ah, it has arrived? Our jeep couldn't catch up with it!"
Sergeant Gregory: "My transport is here too."
Wang Zhong thought about it, jumped on the horse, and then found that there was no whip.
However, Bucephalus did not seem to need a whip, as he knew when to move forward and when to stop.
Wang Zhong grabbed the reins, but before he could kick the horse's belly, the horse broke into a run and jumped over the barrier at the entrance of the headquarters.
"Run west! To the city center of Prothenia!" Wang Zhong shouted.
The white horse neighed loudly and galloped westward.
Wang Zhong heard the sound of an engine behind him, and turned around to see Senior Sergeant Gregory and three fully armed soldiers driving a jeep following him.
Bucephalus also looked back at the jeep and quickened his pace with disdain.
The roads were filled with troops marching toward Prothenia.
Wang Zhong shouted to the troops marching along the roadside: "Davarich! The vanguard is less than ten kilometers away from the city center! If we don't hurry up, we will be late!"
The soldiers turned their heads to look over, and a sergeant jokingly said, "Why are you alone? Aren't you fake marshals supposed to act in groups?"
Well, what Vasily’s psychological warfare troops did is no longer a secret among their own people. I don’t know how long they can deceive the Prosen people.
But now that Proson is in such a desperate situation, it seems that Vasily's tricks are no longer necessary.
Wang Zhong was thinking about these things as he ran past the troops. The jeep following behind him kicked up a lot of mud and snow.
Suddenly, someone in the marching column shouted, "Hey, look at the sergeant major in the jeep. He has two gold stars! Not many infantrymen can get two gold stars! One of them is the platoon leader of the marshal's personal guard!"
Everyone turned their heads to look, but Sergeant Gregory's jeep had already driven ahead and only the exhaust could be seen.
The soldiers immediately began to discuss:
"Could it be the Marshal himself?"
"Indeed we just passed the headquarters, the horse came from that side!"
"The deception troops should be at the front now!"
"It's broken, it's the real thing!"
Seeing this, the chaplain of the army shouted, "Davarishi, the marshal has gone ahead, we can't fall behind! Run - go!"
A large group of people started running wildly.
----
Ante General Command, 51 km from the center of Plosinia.
"He ran away again?" Pavlov raised his head. "How did he run away? Did the plane land directly in front of the headquarters? I didn't hear any engine sound?"
The head of the guard who came to report was embarrassed: "The marshal's white horse jumped over the wall and ran in front of the marshal. We thought it was a manifestation of St. Andrew, so we were busy praying and didn't stop it."
Pavlov: "Is it because the prayer didn't stop it, or because you didn't want to stop it?"
Guard Captain: "All of them - uh, no, I prayed that they didn't stop it."
Pavlov sighed. "Well, if he died in the battle to capture Prothenia, it would be quite romantic."
Popov: "But if he survives, everyone will just call him Saint Rokossov."
Pavlov nodded: "Yes."
Popov: "Are you... going to give up? Although I am not proficient in military affairs, as the third person in the command sequence, I can barely hold on until the new chief of staff arrives."
Pavlov: "How can I give up at this time? What if the good situation becomes worse because of me giving up?"
Popov: “Yes, you have a point!”
Pavlov: "But the commander's frequent running ahead must be taken seriously. Even if he comes back alive, he should apologize to the people of the country!"
"Yes, yes," Popov nodded repeatedly, "You are right."
----
At the same time, southwest of Prosen, Siegfried Line.
The troops of the United States Third Infantry Division had been blocked in front of the defense line for three days.
The division commander, General Gary, was interrogating a captured colonel.
General Gary: "Colonel, do you know that Ant is about to occupy your capital, Prothenia?"
The colonel replied in Angsa: "Of course we know."
General Gary: "Why don't you just surrender? Aren't you worried about the Ants' revenge?"
Colonel: “Of course I’m worried.”
General Gary: "You only answered the second question. What about the first question? Why don't you surrender? The royal family of the United Kingdom is related to your royal family of Plossom by marriage. Half a century ago, the queen of the United Kingdom was the cousin of your emperor."
Colonel: "So what? It didn't stop the United Kingdom from stabbing us in the back. The Ants may retaliate, but they defeated us, and you were defeated by us. Even now, you can't break through our defenses!
"No, the glorious army of Plossom refuses to surrender to its defeated enemies."
General Gary said angrily: "This is simply unreasonable! The Ante people were able to defeat you, all thanks to the supplies sent by our United States!"
"In that case, you should be more powerful with more supplies from the United States." The colonel responded calmly, "But I don't feel that. The unit I belong to is considered a second-line unit in Plossen. There are not many veterans in the unit who have returned from the purgatory on the Eastern Front, but we can still stop you here."
The general was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Let's see what information we can get out of it," and left the interrogation room and lit a cigarette outside.
The divisional chief of staff came up to him and said, “It is said that until the second year of the invasion of Ant, the Plossens looked down on the Ants, so they insisted on maintaining heavy troops on the Western Front to guard against the Allied landing.”
General: "Why do you bring this up? The facts have already become what they are now. The higher-ups should probably consider negotiating with Ant to agree to divide and occupy Proson equally. Especially Leonard from the United Kingdom, he must want this."
Chief of Staff: "A huge secular Proson, Prime Minister Leonard will never be able to sleep well in his life."
General Gary: "I think he has more to worry about than just this. It is said that there are already many secular believers among the senior staff of the United Kingdom."
"As if the United States doesn't have one."
----
Bucephalus ran so fast that Wang Zhong's butt hurt terribly.
If you ride a bicycle for a long time, your butt will feel tired and sore, let alone riding a horse.
Bucephalus took very long steps when he ran, causing the saddle to shake more violently than expected.
When there were only 25 kilometers left to run, Wang Zhongshi could not bear it anymore. After confirming that there were no hostile targets around, he pulled the reins hard to make Busifalas stop.
The jeep following behind also stopped immediately, and Gregory asked loudly: "What's wrong, your butt can't bear it?"
Wang Zhong nodded, and after getting off the horse, he covered his butt and gritted his teeth.
There were still troops marching on the road, but most people thought Wang Zhong was a stand-in created by Vasily's psychological warfare headquarters. However, when Wang Zhong stopped, people passing by him began to notice something was wrong.
"Hey, why do you look so much like Marshal Davarishi in the newspaper?" asked the old soldier passing by puzzledly.
Wang Zhong: "Because I am Marshal Rokossov, and this horse is my mount Bucephalus."
The old soldier was stunned: "Really?"
"They have to say that." The second-class soldier beside the old soldier joked, "Otherwise, what if the Prosen people hear it? If the Prosen people know that the 'marshal' they fear so much is actually a fake, then they won't be afraid of the marshal anymore!"
"No, I won't make a mistake. This is the marshal in the photo! Marshal Davarishi, please give me your instructions!"
Wang Zhong: "Keep going, target Prothenia!"
"Yes!"
The old soldier saluted and followed the troops forward.
The soldiers passing in front of Wang Zhong behind him all looked at Wang Zhong with admiration, and some even changed their gun-holding posture to a gun salute.
Wang Zhong rested for a while, drank some water, then jumped on his horse and continued galloping towards Prothenia.
In fact, at this time, satellite towns with densely packed buildings can be seen on both sides of the road.
The Stas have taken over parts of the city, and Stas members can be seen patrolling the streets.
These people obviously had never seen Wang Zhong's photo, so they completely thought Wang Zhong was a fake.
When passing the central square of a village, Wang Zhong saw people from the Stas and Ant secular churches distributing food, so Wang Zhong stopped and asked the Ant priest next to the big pot: "How are the people of Plossen doing?"
The priest replied: "It's terrible. Many people haven't eaten meat for a long time, and the only vegetables they have are cabbage."
At this time, the Skitarii soldier next to them said, "Although these people have bad food and all the metal objects in their homes have been taken away, they still have more things left than us. It can be seen that they are much richer than us. Why do they want to invade us?"
Wang Zhong: "I will ask their emperor this question now, and I will publish the answer in the newspaper."
Skitarii Soldier: "You speak as if you are the real Marshal Rokossov. You are just a stand-in for the psychological warfare unit!"
Wang Zhong thought that even the soldiers of the Crusader Army knew about this, and it seemed that the regular army of Prosom also knew about it.
But Vasily did not report the failure of the plan.
In other words, even if the enemy knew there was a fake Rokossov, they would still be afraid.
Maybe if I had charged in person earlier, we could have taken Prothenia many days earlier.
Wang Zhong gently kicked Bucephalus in the stomach, and the white horse started running again.
It left the village and rushed to a high ground next to the village. The main urban area of Prothenia spread out in front of Wang Zhong, directly occupying almost the entire horizon.
Dozens of thick smoke rose from the city and reached the sky.
Wang Zhong suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves beside him. He turned his head and saw Tsarevich Ivan riding a chestnut Don horse slowly walking towards him, while old Prince Rokossov was riding his family's black horse next to him.
The two men stopped beside Wang Zhong and looked at the burning Prothenia with him.
Then Wang Zhong heard a familiar voice: "General, it's Prosinia!"
Yakov ran past Bucephalus, stopped in front of his horse, and pointed to the city in the distance: "We are finally here!"
The cold wind blew, and the end of the scarf given by Yakov around Wang Zhong's neck fluttered in the wind.
The next moment, Wang Zhong saw the members of the first generation 422 crew supporting each other, appearing behind their three horses, and standing side by side with Sergeant Gregory and his crew.
There is also Alyosha, who died in Loktov. He held the hand of the girl he loved, and they stood side by side in the afternoon sun on the snow.
Wang Zhongxin was inspired and took out a notebook full of names from his pocket.
In fact, after the first notebook was full, Wang Zhong stopped recording names because he could not remember them all and no matter how many notebooks he had, they would not be enough.
There are still many people who don’t even know where or how they died.
The moment Wang Zhong opened the notebook, he saw thousands of sacrificed people standing behind him, like an army of the undead that had been summoned.
The army was endless and covered the entire plain.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up the flying snow all over the sky, blinding Wang Zhong's eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the army of the undead had disappeared, leaving only Yakov's scarf still swaying in the wind.
Sergeant Gregory: "Marshal?"
Wang Zhong: "I'm fine. I just had some hallucinations - no, some beautiful imaginations. I imagined that those who sacrificed, those unknown heroes, are now with us."
Gregory: “That would be great if it were true.”
Wang Zhong: “Yeah, if this is true, that would be great.”
As he said this, he gently pinched Bucephalus's belly. The white horse raised its front hooves high, neighed to the sky, and then ran down the mountain towards Prothenias.
Gregory quickly jumped onto the jeep and followed the white horse down the mountain.
The sound of the jeep's engine made Wang Zhong hallucinate again. He heard a huge army following him.
Wang Zhong shouted loudly: “ALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Although there was only one person, one horse, and a jeep, they created the aura of an army of millions.
On the afternoon of December 917, 12, Marshal Alexey Konstantinovich Rokosov rushed into the long-cherished Prosthenes.
----
Plossom Palace Bunker.
Emperor Proson suddenly opened the door of his office.
The Celtic Marshal and his adjutant who were in the corridor looked at the emperor in surprise.
The marshal mistakenly thought that the emperor was going to see off the body of his palace chief, so he said, "We are tidying up his appearance..."
Emperor: "No, I want to go to the ground."
"What? The enemy has just finished shelling, and there are fires in many parts of the palace. The fire brigade is--"
Emperor: "I am going to the ground and sit on my throne. I feel that Rokossov is coming to me. Giles, you come with me."
The Celtic Marshal and his adjutant were both terrified and looked at the emperor in horror.
The emperor's eyes were focused, as if the red-haired friend Giles was standing in the focus.
The emperor walked forward with square steps.
(End of this chapter)
