Chapter 782 Drinking the celebratory wine today
At the same time that Emperor Plossen died, on the rooftop of the Plossen Capitol, one kilometer away from the Imperial Palace.
Photographer Robert Capa pressed the shutter, and as the flash went off, he said to the Ante warrior who had climbed to the top of the Capitol in front of him, "Great! This photo will go down in history!"
"Really? Then will you tell everyone that it's the two of us holding the flag?" asked the soldier.
"Of course, my partner will take down your names."
Reporter Mike also nodded: "I promise. Your name will appear on the front page of the largest newspaper in the United States! And I think Ant will also use this photo. I have confidence in my partner's skills!"
At this time, a lieutenant of the Ante Army ran up to the rooftop of the Capitol and shouted, "Reporter Mike, Photographer Robert! What are you doing! Just now, Marshal Rokossov personally shot Emperor Prosen!"
Reporter Mike thought he had misheard for a moment: "What? Isn't Marshal Rokossov being held at his headquarters 51 kilometers away by his chief of staff, unable to move forward?"
"Maybe he did before, but now he has indeed arrived in Prothenia, entered the palace, and shot Emperor Prothenia."
Robert Capa slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no! We have missed a crucial historical moment! No, I have to go to the palace immediately. Maybe I can catch up and take pictures of Emperor Plossom's body! I hope they don't take the body away right away!"
After saying that, Robert ran towards the stairs.
Reporter Mike followed closely behind, running and soothing him, "Don't worry, can you ask the Marshal to pose for a photo?"
"No, don't think I'm the same as the guy who took the flag-raising photo on Iwo Jima. I would never pose for a photo! If I missed the moment when the marshal shot the emperor, I would find a way to record history somewhere else!"
Mike: "Honestly, partner, I really admire you for that. I mean, you use real photos and you can beat those posed ones. It's really amazing."
Robert Capa turned around, glanced at his partner, and smiled.
Then he continued to run, through the Capitol where gunshots were heard from time to time, and jumped into a jeep in front of the door.
The driver of the jeep exclaimed: "Who are you? I was ordered to send a photographer from the Ekaterina Daily to collect materials, and you——"
Mike showed a photo of himself and Rokossov: "We are friends of Marshal Rokossov, and we are going to take a crucial photo!"
Driver: "Friends of the Marshal, why didn't you tell me earlier? Get in the car. I heard that the Marshal personally led the troops to attack the palace. Now there is no gunfire over there. I'm afraid the battle is over!"
Robert Capa gnashed his teeth and said, "I know, I fucking know!"
The jeep started, speeding away from the Capitol where gunshots were still audible from time to time, and towards the Imperial Palace which had basically quieted down.
----
Wang Zhong lowered his gun and looked at the body of Emperor Prosen.
Vasily: "I will immediately notify all psychological warfare units and broadcast the news that Emperor Prosen is dead, so that they can lay down their weapons and stop resisting."
Wang Zhong: "Okay, we've shed enough blood."
"Shouldn't we allow the Prosen people to continue to resist the Allies so that our army has more time to occupy more Prosen territory?" asked Filippov, who was not far behind Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong: "We have already occupied a lot of Prosen territory. We should not let the Allies make more sacrifices for post-war considerations. The war in Europa should end."
While he was talking, Vasily took the walkie-talkie and began giving orders to his psychological warfare troops.
At this moment, Wang Zhong heard someone shouting: "Please make way! We are reporters! We are here to record this great moment."
Wang Zhong looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mike and Robert trying to make their way through the crowd.
Vasily: "My photographer has taken the photos. I will give you a roll of duplicate film after they are developed."
Robert Capa looked very frustrated: "Well, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Colonel."
Reporter Mike focused on the body in front of Wang Zhong: "Is this Emperor Proson? Isn't it a substitute?"
Wang Zhong thought that I had confirmed it through my plug-in, so it must be correct, but he couldn't say that on the surface, so he answered seriously: "I will let the judges check it out."
Robert Capa also turned his attention to the body and began to look for angles.
Mike: "Come on my partner, maybe we can capture the feeling of Marat's death."
Wang Zhong: "Then forget it. A demon is not worthy of being recorded in history."
Robert didn't answer and started taking pictures from different angles.
Mike asked Wang Zhong: "So now the Plosson Army will continue to resist the Allied Forces according to your instructions?"
Wang Zhong: "The sacrifices in the Europa Campaign were too great, and the Allied soldiers are the apple of my eye. No, I will not order the Plosson Army to continue to stop the Allied advance. How much land we can take depends on which side runs faster. The Allied Army should be more mechanized than ours."
Mike: "Marshal, you have also learned the ways of a diplomat. I know that you have the assistance of Stass, and you will probably get assistance from the Plosson army later. You can use the railway system of Plosson to transport troops, while the Allies will have to spend a lot of energy to take over these systems.
"You will quickly occupy most of Prosom."
Wang Zhong just smiled.
The infrastructure level of the Proson Empire is much better than that of Anteco. It not only has highways that extend in all directions, but also a dense railway network, a large number of locomotives and wagons. The Proson railway network, which can directly control the operating status, is crucial for transporting troops and seizing key nodes later.
Wang Zhong: "Reporter Mike, we are still allies now, and we have to launch a landing operation against the Fuso Empire together. If it is not conducive to unity, please don't say anything, okay?"
"Indeed, I see." Mike smiled.
----
In the early morning of December 12, the United Kingdom's wartime Prime Minister Leonard was awakened by a ringing telephone.
He picked up the receiver, cursing: "Who is it? No matter who you are, you better have a reason to interrupt my sweet dream."
The person on the other end of the phone answered: "Prime Minister, Marshal Rokossov shot Emperor Proshen, and now the Proshen troops in Proshennia have begun to lay down their arms and accept reorganization."
"What?" Leonard's voice went up several octaves, becoming as sharp as a soprano.
But he calmed down immediately: "Hold an emergency cabinet meeting immediately. And ask the generals, are the Proshen troops confronting us on the western front still resisting? Could it be that they are now under the command of Rokossov and are preparing to prevent us from occupying more Proshen territory?
"If the confrontation takes place along the Rhine River, it will be terrible! The whole of Europa will tremble in fear before Ant's iron hoof!"
At this time, Leonard still believed that Ant would swallow up Proson and Melania.
After hanging up the phone, Leonard said to the housekeeper who came over after hearing the noise: "Prepare the car immediately, I have to go to a meeting with the cabinet members!" "Okay, sir."
----
More than an hour later, Leonard looked at the gathered cabinet members and generals and sneered, "When the Prosen refused to surrender to us, I felt that something was wrong!"
Marshal Mago: "Don't jump to conclusions. I have received news that some of Prosen's troops have begun to surrender. Perhaps Rokossov is not as evil as you imagine."
"They are the Ante people!" Leonard slammed the table hard, "The whole of Europa has been trembling in front of the Ante steamroller for hundreds of years!"
Marshal Mago shook his head and stopped talking.
At this time, Leonard's chief secretary entered the room and said, "There is bad news. The opposition party got the news from somewhere, and now they are working together to demand an end to the wartime state and a new prime minister."
Leonard: "What? I led them through the war, but they can't wait to get me out! These damn opposition parties, this is no longer an ordinary opposition party, we must strike hard!"
Marshal Mago: "Will you send troops to surround the parliament and become the new generation of Protector of the Country? However, the army no longer wants to hang a king."
Leonard stared at Margo's face: "You..."
Mago: "The Army killed a king, so it still has no royal title. We don't want to kill another king and cause the units in the Army that have already been awarded the royal title to lose their royal title."
Leonard: "You bastard! Don't think I don't know that what you want most now is to hold the Imperial Sword at the victory celebration!"
Holding the Imperial Sword is a kind of etiquette in the United Kingdom. At the end of the war, the general who has made the greatest military achievements is qualified to wear the sword in front of the royal family, and when the royal family gives a speech, he must hold the Imperial Sword with both hands and maintain the salute posture throughout the whole process.
Marshal Mago has long wanted to receive this honor.
As soon as Leonard finished speaking, the chief secretary entered the room again: "President Lao Luo's overseas call has been received on the phone in front of you."
Leonard immediately picked up the receiver: "Teddy (President Rokossov's nickname), Rokossov might let the Prosun army continue to resist the Allies. He plans to eat alone and annex most of Prosun into Ant! In this way, Ant will have enough technology and production capacity to compete with the entire Western world!"
President Rokossov replied slowly: "If you have such concerns, you might as well talk to Marshal Rokossov in person."
"In person?" Leonard was a little surprised.
Lao Luo: "Yes, we are going to hold a meeting at the Wuyou Palace outside Prothenia to discuss landing in the Fuso Empire and establishing the United Nations. We should issue a joint communiqué to the Fuso Empire, demanding their unconditional surrender."
Leonard: "I hope they will be smart so that the United States can occupy the Fuso Empire alone."
Lao Luo laughed: "That's probably difficult. The Fusang Empire is now asking for 100 million people to die in battle. They seem to think that as long as they resist firmly enough, they can gain corresponding status after the war. Maybe the emperor is still thinking about signing a more traditional armistice agreement with us.
“So landing in the Fuso Empire is basically a done deal.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm ready to set off for the Wuyou Palace. It is said that Emperor Proson, who built the Wuyou Palace, had a strong attachment to Seris. I have long wanted to visit there.
"Are you coming, my old friend?"
Leonard was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "Of course I will go, and I hope to bring General Dagaud of the Free Carolingians with me!"
"Of course, of course, he will go too."
"Then, see you at Wuyou Palace."
Leonard put down the phone and glanced at the cabinet members and generals: "I'm about to go to the Worry-Free Palace to fight for the interests of the empire, but those damn opposition parties are trying to get me out! These damn ungrateful bastards!"
Royal Navy Admiral Cunningham said: "These people also think that we should cut military spending and reduce the number of Royal Navy warships. This is nonsense!"
Leonard: "Don't worry, the voters will see our contribution in the war. In order to ensure re-election, I should strive for enough benefits for the empire at the meeting in the Palace of Carefree Palace!"
----
December 12, Goron, a city south of Prosent.
A huge convoy consisting of Allied Pershing tanks, Jackson tank destroyers and a large number of M3 half-track vehicles was advancing on the road.
Suddenly, the Pershing tank serving as the lead vehicle braked suddenly.
The tank commander used a telescope to observe the northeast, and soon he saw a tank with a round turret appear.
The tank was not painted in the standard Plossen camouflage pattern, nor was there any striped anti-magnetic coating on the hull.
The tank was filled with soldiers wearing cloaks, which was the attire of the Ant Guards.
The commander picked up the microphone and said, "The lead vehicle is calling the Admiral. We seem to have encountered the Ant Force."
A jeep with four stars on it ran to the front of the team. The four-star general John Jr. jumped out of the car and stood in the middle of the road, facing Ant's tank.
The gun barrel of the Ante tank is much thicker than that of the Pershing, and the overall armor design is more reasonable. Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that its defensive capabilities are exceptionally outstanding.
Admiral Little John muttered, "No wonder Plosson's armored forces have tanks of superior quality than ours. They are fighting this kind of stuff."
The Ante tank loaded with infantry finally stopped in front of the admiral.
A colonel climbed out of the turret, separated the "human reactive armor" on the vehicle, jumped to the ground, and strode towards the general, saying in Angsa: "Finally I meet you, Davarish!"
Admiral Little John: "We didn't expect to run into you so soon. You're running too fast."
Colonel: "We have used the railway system of Proshen. Soon Proshen will become a secular country. General Davarish, we Ante people will drink a glass of good wine at this time! What do you think?"
The colonel's adjutant had come over with wine and glasses.
Admiral Little John: "What a coincidence, we also brought some good wine. Let's use the wine to commemorate this wonderful moment! Children, the war is over!"
The soldiers of the United States seemed to have been waiting for this moment. They cheered and jumped off the half-track vehicles and tanks and rushed towards the Ant soldiers.
The Ants responded with enthusiasm, jumping off the tank and hugging the Allied soldiers they met for the first time on the snow.
The colonel raised his glass to Admiral Little John: "Cheers!"
"cheers!"
(End of this chapter)
At the same time that Emperor Plossen died, on the rooftop of the Plossen Capitol, one kilometer away from the Imperial Palace.
Photographer Robert Capa pressed the shutter, and as the flash went off, he said to the Ante warrior who had climbed to the top of the Capitol in front of him, "Great! This photo will go down in history!"
"Really? Then will you tell everyone that it's the two of us holding the flag?" asked the soldier.
"Of course, my partner will take down your names."
Reporter Mike also nodded: "I promise. Your name will appear on the front page of the largest newspaper in the United States! And I think Ant will also use this photo. I have confidence in my partner's skills!"
At this time, a lieutenant of the Ante Army ran up to the rooftop of the Capitol and shouted, "Reporter Mike, Photographer Robert! What are you doing! Just now, Marshal Rokossov personally shot Emperor Prosen!"
Reporter Mike thought he had misheard for a moment: "What? Isn't Marshal Rokossov being held at his headquarters 51 kilometers away by his chief of staff, unable to move forward?"
"Maybe he did before, but now he has indeed arrived in Prothenia, entered the palace, and shot Emperor Prothenia."
Robert Capa slapped his thigh and said, "Oh no! We have missed a crucial historical moment! No, I have to go to the palace immediately. Maybe I can catch up and take pictures of Emperor Plossom's body! I hope they don't take the body away right away!"
After saying that, Robert ran towards the stairs.
Reporter Mike followed closely behind, running and soothing him, "Don't worry, can you ask the Marshal to pose for a photo?"
"No, don't think I'm the same as the guy who took the flag-raising photo on Iwo Jima. I would never pose for a photo! If I missed the moment when the marshal shot the emperor, I would find a way to record history somewhere else!"
Mike: "Honestly, partner, I really admire you for that. I mean, you use real photos and you can beat those posed ones. It's really amazing."
Robert Capa turned around, glanced at his partner, and smiled.
Then he continued to run, through the Capitol where gunshots were heard from time to time, and jumped into a jeep in front of the door.
The driver of the jeep exclaimed: "Who are you? I was ordered to send a photographer from the Ekaterina Daily to collect materials, and you——"
Mike showed a photo of himself and Rokossov: "We are friends of Marshal Rokossov, and we are going to take a crucial photo!"
Driver: "Friends of the Marshal, why didn't you tell me earlier? Get in the car. I heard that the Marshal personally led the troops to attack the palace. Now there is no gunfire over there. I'm afraid the battle is over!"
Robert Capa gnashed his teeth and said, "I know, I fucking know!"
The jeep started, speeding away from the Capitol where gunshots were still audible from time to time, and towards the Imperial Palace which had basically quieted down.
----
Wang Zhong lowered his gun and looked at the body of Emperor Prosen.
Vasily: "I will immediately notify all psychological warfare units and broadcast the news that Emperor Prosen is dead, so that they can lay down their weapons and stop resisting."
Wang Zhong: "Okay, we've shed enough blood."
"Shouldn't we allow the Prosen people to continue to resist the Allies so that our army has more time to occupy more Prosen territory?" asked Filippov, who was not far behind Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong: "We have already occupied a lot of Prosen territory. We should not let the Allies make more sacrifices for post-war considerations. The war in Europa should end."
While he was talking, Vasily took the walkie-talkie and began giving orders to his psychological warfare troops.
At this moment, Wang Zhong heard someone shouting: "Please make way! We are reporters! We are here to record this great moment."
Wang Zhong looked in the direction of the sound and saw Mike and Robert trying to make their way through the crowd.
Vasily: "My photographer has taken the photos. I will give you a roll of duplicate film after they are developed."
Robert Capa looked very frustrated: "Well, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Colonel."
Reporter Mike focused on the body in front of Wang Zhong: "Is this Emperor Proson? Isn't it a substitute?"
Wang Zhong thought that I had confirmed it through my plug-in, so it must be correct, but he couldn't say that on the surface, so he answered seriously: "I will let the judges check it out."
Robert Capa also turned his attention to the body and began to look for angles.
Mike: "Come on my partner, maybe we can capture the feeling of Marat's death."
Wang Zhong: "Then forget it. A demon is not worthy of being recorded in history."
Robert didn't answer and started taking pictures from different angles.
Mike asked Wang Zhong: "So now the Plosson Army will continue to resist the Allied Forces according to your instructions?"
Wang Zhong: "The sacrifices in the Europa Campaign were too great, and the Allied soldiers are the apple of my eye. No, I will not order the Plosson Army to continue to stop the Allied advance. How much land we can take depends on which side runs faster. The Allied Army should be more mechanized than ours."
Mike: "Marshal, you have also learned the ways of a diplomat. I know that you have the assistance of Stass, and you will probably get assistance from the Plosson army later. You can use the railway system of Plosson to transport troops, while the Allies will have to spend a lot of energy to take over these systems.
"You will quickly occupy most of Prosom."
Wang Zhong just smiled.
The infrastructure level of the Proson Empire is much better than that of Anteco. It not only has highways that extend in all directions, but also a dense railway network, a large number of locomotives and wagons. The Proson railway network, which can directly control the operating status, is crucial for transporting troops and seizing key nodes later.
Wang Zhong: "Reporter Mike, we are still allies now, and we have to launch a landing operation against the Fuso Empire together. If it is not conducive to unity, please don't say anything, okay?"
"Indeed, I see." Mike smiled.
----
In the early morning of December 12, the United Kingdom's wartime Prime Minister Leonard was awakened by a ringing telephone.
He picked up the receiver, cursing: "Who is it? No matter who you are, you better have a reason to interrupt my sweet dream."
The person on the other end of the phone answered: "Prime Minister, Marshal Rokossov shot Emperor Proshen, and now the Proshen troops in Proshennia have begun to lay down their arms and accept reorganization."
"What?" Leonard's voice went up several octaves, becoming as sharp as a soprano.
But he calmed down immediately: "Hold an emergency cabinet meeting immediately. And ask the generals, are the Proshen troops confronting us on the western front still resisting? Could it be that they are now under the command of Rokossov and are preparing to prevent us from occupying more Proshen territory?
"If the confrontation takes place along the Rhine River, it will be terrible! The whole of Europa will tremble in fear before Ant's iron hoof!"
At this time, Leonard still believed that Ant would swallow up Proson and Melania.
After hanging up the phone, Leonard said to the housekeeper who came over after hearing the noise: "Prepare the car immediately, I have to go to a meeting with the cabinet members!" "Okay, sir."
----
More than an hour later, Leonard looked at the gathered cabinet members and generals and sneered, "When the Prosen refused to surrender to us, I felt that something was wrong!"
Marshal Mago: "Don't jump to conclusions. I have received news that some of Prosen's troops have begun to surrender. Perhaps Rokossov is not as evil as you imagine."
"They are the Ante people!" Leonard slammed the table hard, "The whole of Europa has been trembling in front of the Ante steamroller for hundreds of years!"
Marshal Mago shook his head and stopped talking.
At this time, Leonard's chief secretary entered the room and said, "There is bad news. The opposition party got the news from somewhere, and now they are working together to demand an end to the wartime state and a new prime minister."
Leonard: "What? I led them through the war, but they can't wait to get me out! These damn opposition parties, this is no longer an ordinary opposition party, we must strike hard!"
Marshal Mago: "Will you send troops to surround the parliament and become the new generation of Protector of the Country? However, the army no longer wants to hang a king."
Leonard stared at Margo's face: "You..."
Mago: "The Army killed a king, so it still has no royal title. We don't want to kill another king and cause the units in the Army that have already been awarded the royal title to lose their royal title."
Leonard: "You bastard! Don't think I don't know that what you want most now is to hold the Imperial Sword at the victory celebration!"
Holding the Imperial Sword is a kind of etiquette in the United Kingdom. At the end of the war, the general who has made the greatest military achievements is qualified to wear the sword in front of the royal family, and when the royal family gives a speech, he must hold the Imperial Sword with both hands and maintain the salute posture throughout the whole process.
Marshal Mago has long wanted to receive this honor.
As soon as Leonard finished speaking, the chief secretary entered the room again: "President Lao Luo's overseas call has been received on the phone in front of you."
Leonard immediately picked up the receiver: "Teddy (President Rokossov's nickname), Rokossov might let the Prosun army continue to resist the Allies. He plans to eat alone and annex most of Prosun into Ant! In this way, Ant will have enough technology and production capacity to compete with the entire Western world!"
President Rokossov replied slowly: "If you have such concerns, you might as well talk to Marshal Rokossov in person."
"In person?" Leonard was a little surprised.
Lao Luo: "Yes, we are going to hold a meeting at the Wuyou Palace outside Prothenia to discuss landing in the Fuso Empire and establishing the United Nations. We should issue a joint communiqué to the Fuso Empire, demanding their unconditional surrender."
Leonard: "I hope they will be smart so that the United States can occupy the Fuso Empire alone."
Lao Luo laughed: "That's probably difficult. The Fusang Empire is now asking for 100 million people to die in battle. They seem to think that as long as they resist firmly enough, they can gain corresponding status after the war. Maybe the emperor is still thinking about signing a more traditional armistice agreement with us.
“So landing in the Fuso Empire is basically a done deal.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm ready to set off for the Wuyou Palace. It is said that Emperor Proson, who built the Wuyou Palace, had a strong attachment to Seris. I have long wanted to visit there.
"Are you coming, my old friend?"
Leonard was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "Of course I will go, and I hope to bring General Dagaud of the Free Carolingians with me!"
"Of course, of course, he will go too."
"Then, see you at Wuyou Palace."
Leonard put down the phone and glanced at the cabinet members and generals: "I'm about to go to the Worry-Free Palace to fight for the interests of the empire, but those damn opposition parties are trying to get me out! These damn ungrateful bastards!"
Royal Navy Admiral Cunningham said: "These people also think that we should cut military spending and reduce the number of Royal Navy warships. This is nonsense!"
Leonard: "Don't worry, the voters will see our contribution in the war. In order to ensure re-election, I should strive for enough benefits for the empire at the meeting in the Palace of Carefree Palace!"
----
December 12, Goron, a city south of Prosent.
A huge convoy consisting of Allied Pershing tanks, Jackson tank destroyers and a large number of M3 half-track vehicles was advancing on the road.
Suddenly, the Pershing tank serving as the lead vehicle braked suddenly.
The tank commander used a telescope to observe the northeast, and soon he saw a tank with a round turret appear.
The tank was not painted in the standard Plossen camouflage pattern, nor was there any striped anti-magnetic coating on the hull.
The tank was filled with soldiers wearing cloaks, which was the attire of the Ant Guards.
The commander picked up the microphone and said, "The lead vehicle is calling the Admiral. We seem to have encountered the Ant Force."
A jeep with four stars on it ran to the front of the team. The four-star general John Jr. jumped out of the car and stood in the middle of the road, facing Ant's tank.
The gun barrel of the Ante tank is much thicker than that of the Pershing, and the overall armor design is more reasonable. Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that its defensive capabilities are exceptionally outstanding.
Admiral Little John muttered, "No wonder Plosson's armored forces have tanks of superior quality than ours. They are fighting this kind of stuff."
The Ante tank loaded with infantry finally stopped in front of the admiral.
A colonel climbed out of the turret, separated the "human reactive armor" on the vehicle, jumped to the ground, and strode towards the general, saying in Angsa: "Finally I meet you, Davarish!"
Admiral Little John: "We didn't expect to run into you so soon. You're running too fast."
Colonel: "We have used the railway system of Proshen. Soon Proshen will become a secular country. General Davarish, we Ante people will drink a glass of good wine at this time! What do you think?"
The colonel's adjutant had come over with wine and glasses.
Admiral Little John: "What a coincidence, we also brought some good wine. Let's use the wine to commemorate this wonderful moment! Children, the war is over!"
The soldiers of the United States seemed to have been waiting for this moment. They cheered and jumped off the half-track vehicles and tanks and rushed towards the Ant soldiers.
The Ants responded with enthusiasm, jumping off the tank and hugging the Allied soldiers they met for the first time on the snow.
The colonel raised his glass to Admiral Little John: "Cheers!"
"cheers!"
(End of this chapter)
