Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 920 - 30 The Dull Spear_3

"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 me 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 someone with a radio to find Yegorov in the south."

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

Wang Zhong: "He probably ordered the Headquarters not to say anything. Quickly send someone, find Yegorov and call me 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 immediately issued the orders.

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

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

Messenger: "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 came through the radio, "Come to my Headquarters! Right now, immediately! 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 home 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, former Melania 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 regiment, I've even seen them! The regiment has suffered too many losses, I feel so bad, and Filippov got promoted to regiment commander!"

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

Yegorov said nothing.

Wang Zhong: "Because the original regiment commander, deputy commander, regiment 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 someone to stabilize a critical position, I'd definitely send Eugene!"

"Why?"

"Think for yourself!"

Yegorov glanced to the side, commented: "At a critical moment, 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 some pickles!"

Vasily: "This is Melania, not that many pickles. How about some 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!"