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"Yes, comrades! The Germans have made the most foolish choice! They try to hide on the other side of the Oder, in the dilapidated streets of Berlin, in the hastily erected, crude fortifications, listening to the empty rhetoric of their damned Führer, and attempting to fight us to the death! And what is our answer? Fight! Fight to defeat the evil fascist Germany! Fight to liberate all the people shrouded in the shadow of the Nazi flag! Fight to protect the rich achievements of the Bolsheviks! Fight to let all our relatives and comrades who tragically perished in the Great Patriotic War rest in peace!"
"After four years of bloodshed and turmoil, our footsteps finally reached Berlin, the capital of Nazi Germany! We kicked over the many obstacles erected by the Germans, we dragged out all the stubborn resisters hiding in every nook and cranny, and we mercilessly burned these fools' dreams of a 'thousand-year empire'! Finally, in May of this year, we successfully planted the flag of our motherland on the roof of the Reichstag building. At that moment, we raised our arms and shouted, we sang triumphantly, and we announced to all our comrades who rested on the long road of war that we had won a complete victory for the Great Patriotic War!"
"Yes, the evil Nazi Germany has been wiped out by us, and in the far east, the Japanese who occupied the small island surrendered to us just over a month ago. The world is finally at peace. After going through so many trials and tribulations, we have finally obtained the most precious thing we have ever wanted. We can finally wipe away our tears of excitement and rush back to kiss our long-lost homeland."
"But unfortunately, comrades, three days ago, on October 28th, a large group of strange-looking people suddenly appeared on the streets of Berlin. They suddenly began attacking our soldiers, your comrades, your brothers. We don't know who they are or where they come from, but I believe that every one of you is a great soldier of the Soviet Red Army, and every one of you is an outstanding son or daughter of our motherland. Anyone who dares to fire on us is an enemy of our motherland, and if a group of people dares to challenge the bottom line of the Soviet Union, then we will, in the name of our motherland, give these new bandits a merciless trial! Whether they are Germans, Japanese, Italians, or from other countries, since they have appeared here, since they have arrogantly wielded their weapons in front of the guns of the Soviet Red Army, then our mission is to smash their heads with the iron hammer of the Soviet Red Army!"
"Now, comrades, listen to my last words!"
Anton took a deep breath and slowly walked into the trench, surveying the Soviet soldiers, T-34 tanks, the silently standing large-caliber artillery, and the air force formations roaring in from above. This chilling flood of steel was about to unleash its fury!
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"The eyes of Motherland are watching you! We will punish the stubborn resisters in Berlin with iron and blood! We will safeguard our hard-won peace! We will defend the war we have won with great effort! Do not cease your offensive until the maggots on this land have been completely wiped out! For peace! For victory! For the Motherland! For Comrade Stalin! Charge!—"
"Hurrah!—"
A cacophony of whistles, like an air raid siren, filled the air across the land. Suddenly, Soviet soldiers poured out of trenches around Berlin, tanks roared down hillsides, and countless artillery pieces once again unleashed their firepower on the city. Anton remained quietly at his post, guarding his company, watching the heroic figures and steel behemoths rush towards Berlin. In the sky, fighter jets roared past, their cross-shaped black shadows trailing the morning sun, each carrying a gleaming red star, gradually receding into the distance towards Berlin.
The crimson torrent of steel has begun its journey to engulf Berlin!
Everyone has their own role, so his duty had nothing to do with charging forward. But how could a soldier's fighting spirit be affected by such a trivial matter?
He gripped the gun tightly in his hand, raised it high, and shouted loudly at the departing figures of his comrades!
"Charge! Comrades! For victory! Hurrah!"
The soldiers running past him were also infected by the lieutenant's enthusiasm one after another. Everyone opened their mouths wide, took a step forward, and let out a powerful battle roar!
"Hoo!—La!—"
Section 92, Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Tide
"General, the Soviet broadcast has probably been recorded."
"Have you figured out what they're saying?"
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Marendo had been listening to the broadcast the whole time, as had most of the officers around him who spoke Russian. However, his mind was in turmoil – forcing people to calm down in the face of the roar of Soviet warplanes and the lingering fear of disaster was a real hassle.
Putting aside the fact that this was the first time an army from another country had dared to speak so arrogantly in front of the Britannian Empire, what troubled him more was the "Hurrah!" that burst from the loudspeakers and soldiers' voices at the end of the Soviet speech. Those Russians in Siberia who could only do manual labor for the Britannians hadn't uttered that phrase, had they?
The general reached for the teacup on the table, only to feel the table tremble slightly. He barely realized that it was his own hand shaking, and almost thought it was the steel drumbeats that terrified the entire earth when enemy tanks moved.
Hurry up and take a sip of black tea. If a tank were to crash into the wall of the command center without a word, you wouldn't even get to drink your own blood—of course, this is just an exaggerated joke.
After a whole night of intense fighting, you're already exhausted. Then suddenly someone tells you that last night was just for fun, and now it's time for a real all-out attack and defense. How would you feel?
"Can I surrender?" If Marendor were the last enemy of the Soviet Union in the world, and if he could assess the situation and think of saving his own and his soldiers' lives, this question would be his lifeline.
Fortunately, no, he still had the entire Britannian Empire behind him, and as a gatekeeper, he would surely have other ways.
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"General? The gist of the broadcast has been translated. Cough cough, what they were saying at the beginning was that it was about some kind of Nazi Germany that once had Berlin as its capital?"
"Hmm... Germany seems pretty powerful. First, they attacked the Soviet Union four years ago, and then the two clashed head-on in Moscow and another city called, well, Stalingrad. It was a pretty bad fight. Damn, I've never seen the name of that second city before."
"Go on! Stop grinning like that!"
"Ah, yes, yes... The rest is that Germany killed many Soviets, and the Soviet Union kept shouting for revenge, fighting and killing all the way to reclaim its territory, while also shouting something like 'for the motherland, we must make sure that our sacrificed relatives and comrades died in a worthy way.'"
"For the motherland? Ha, just like those flowery slogans like 'Long live Japan' and 'Long live the Liberation Front' that the thugs in Area 11 spout?"
The general's expression no longer showed his usual contempt, but rather a look of doubt, or even disbelief.
"Well, forgive my bluntness, General, but personally, I think the Soviet army's slogan is closer to our 'All Hail Britania,' both in terms of troop strength and soldier morale..."
After saying that, the officer licked his lips, seemingly waiting for criticism.
Where is the general? He didn't say anything.
"Go on... anyway, you're just a messenger... um..."
"Ah, okay. So, the Soviet army's last statement probably meant that they didn't understand our existence, and they seemed to think of us as so-called 'Nazi Germans,' wanting to vent their anger from the past four years on us..."
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Marendo nodded, tilting his head and slowly turning his face toward the ceiling.
"Go do your thing..."
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"General! Communication signal from Area 11!"
"Connect me!"
Just as I walked over, I heard Lieutenant Colonel Eddie Hill calling from the map table.
"General, it seems the Soviet army has launched a full-scale offensive. Would you please come and take a look?"
"Take care of your own business first! I don't have time for you right now!"
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"Hello! This is the Berlin frontline command center in the 45th district. What's the message?"
"General! It's me!"
"Ah! Kari!" The major general recognized the voice on the other end of the telegram as belonging to his old subordinate. "Is there anything urgent that needs to be said before we meet face to face?"
"I'm sorry, due to some reasons, the time for me and this last unit to go through the portal will be postponed until 12 noon today."
"Huh? Why? What happened at City Hall?"
Just as Marendor was still pressing for answers, Eddie Hill started yelling again.
"General! You'd better come and take a look right away." The tone didn't sound like a request from a subordinate, but more like a mother urging her child who was playing outside to come home for dinner.
“Shut up, you idiot!” Marendo turned and yelled.
"Ahem, General." At this moment, Colonel Kari seemed to have realized something. "I still have some matters to attend to here. Please excuse me and disconnect the communications. You may deal with the battlefield over there first."
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As soon as the radio signal went off, Marendo slammed his fist on the table in anger and stormed toward the map table.
"Hurry up, kid! Now it's your turn to spout nonsense!"
"General, that's roughly the situation. A large number of Soviet ground forces are launching an offensive towards Berlin from the east, south, and north. It's very clear that the enemy is going all out to wipe us out, trying to exterminate us from every street. I have ordered all troops to immediately return to their defensive positions and prepare to deal with the offensive with all their might."
"Is that all? Where did that enthusiasm go?"
"Well, I also wanted to say that, based on what happened and the outcome last night, you'd better refrain from pointing at the map table anymore, otherwise I'll feel like we're losing the city at a rate that's too fast..."
The lieutenant colonel carefully observed the general's angry expression, but calmly continued to express his thoughts.
"Furthermore, judging from your conversation with Colonel Kari just now, you should be more concerned about the war here than the wine glass treaty you entrusted to him. Your old subordinates have already indicated that the enemy is not to be underestimated, so why hold onto your past thoughts and temper and yell at me?"
Eddie Hill's two sentences left Marendor speechless. He himself didn't know how to respond to the kid's sharp and incisive words.
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"General! The reconnaissance outpost reports! The enemy's second wave of air power is here! The target is still the city center camp!"
"Thank goodness the main portal didn't open! Send an order to Lieutenant Colonel Li Ens to ask if the air force has completed emergency resupply. Get them airborne immediately and prepare for battle!"
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"Not bringing the machine gun, Lieutenant Colonel?"
"No! It's too much of a nuisance!"
At the Brandenburg Gate, soldiers were busy extinguishing the fires raging on barracks and vehicles, and rescuing supplies and wounded soldiers being carried out. It was a sea of fire and chaos. On the last day of October, the chill of the Berlin ground had even been melted away.
Only on the west side of the Capitol Building were a large number of aircraft mechs and armed helicopters parked on this messy ground. Among them, a Gloucester stood out the most. You see, the other Gloucesters are all purple, and Sunderland is nothing more than a blue-purple outfit. This one not only has its limbs painted white, but also has a long golden cloth trailing from each of its bright white shoulders.
This was Lieutenant Colonel Li Ensi's aircraft. He and his troops had just experienced a one-sided battle and were sitting angrily in his cockpit, waiting for a new round of resupply.
He was not angry about the lives of his subordinates, but about the enemy.
A whole bunch of planes, each with an electric fan on its nose, were tearing apart the wings of a whole bunch of Sunderland and Gloucester planes. It was as absurd as when you pee and the line that pops out of your body floats away from the ground, and then it feels like those fighter jets are right in front of you, blowing every drop of that line of liquid onto you with their powerful electric fans.
Li Ensi couldn't understand where he had gone wrong. Based on his memory of war, his crescent-shaped formation should have perfectly countered the enemy's air assault...
Just then, the radio crackled to life.
"Command center calling! New enemy air force is attacking. Scramble immediately! Remember! Do not adopt any stationary formations in the air! Order all air squadrons to adopt small-team maneuver warfare mode and increase altitude. Over!"
"Order received, ascend immediately!" With a sigh, he placed the special object on Gloucester's body into the giant's hand.
That was a weapon coveted by all knights—the Maser Vibration Sword (MVS).
To date, only the most capable, powerful, and authoritative KMF pilots have been able to wield this prestigious sword. For example, Guilford, the captain of the Second Princess's guard, is the only one among so many guards who pilot Gloucesters, demonstrating the significance of this honor.
The MVS's blade turned completely red, and the lieutenant colonel turned on the radio to give orders to his soldiers.
"Increase your ascent speed! This blue sky will surely belong to the Holy Britannian Empire! Victory or death! Charge!"
One by one, Gloucester and Sunderland, their flight wings began to emit light again, and they slowly took off from the ground, facing the sunlight shining on their armor plates.
"Yes! Your highness!"
Section 93, Chapter 58: Swordplay in the Sky
"Okay, let me see..."
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Away from the ground, the thick black smoke rising from the ground became a significant obstruction to visibility. The lieutenant colonel looked around, searching for gaps between the large black sheep in the air so that Gloucester could slip out through them.
The barracks looked like chess pieces, and the soldiers' figures were no longer clearly visible. Only some KMFs could be barely discerned as to whether they were in good condition. While admiring the scenery, the lieutenant colonel skillfully displayed the magnified images coming from the front on his monitor.
"Tsk, the enemy hasn't lost any planes."
Just over ten minutes ago, nearly a hundred helicopters and mechs under his command, neatly arranged in a perfect crescent formation, were destroyed by the predators' rampant gunfire and fangs, forcing him to take his opponents more seriously.
Hopefully, the command center's orders will work.
He was the commander of the 41st Group Army's aviation unit and could be considered one of the most commendable pilots. A few months ago, the KMF (Aircraft Management Unit) was officially equipped, and he not only took the top position in the aviation unit but also received the MVS (Military Skills Standard) awarded to him by General Mullen, marking a meteoric rise and the pinnacle of his military career.
As for who competed with him for this coveted position, it was Lieutenant Colonel Norwell, the commander of the 13th Tokyo Regiment and also his good friend.
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Shortly after arriving in Berlin, he reluctantly learned of his friend's identification signal and that he had disappeared forever from the map table.
"You'll get what you deserve, sir." These words, once spoken to him with a hint of jest, have now become a reality.
Lee Ens sighed, giving orders over the radio while turning the camera away.
"Listen to my orders, soldiers. Helicopters will be responsible for maneuvering and luring enemy aircraft, while air-to-surface (KMF) aircraft will be responsible for pursuing and engaging enemy aircraft that have taken the bait. No time spent in the air during the air combat, understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
Now, from his current height, he can see the land outside Berlin.
A vast expanse of green steel silhouettes, followed by countless ant-like black dots, stirred up a cloud of dust, transforming into an unstoppable torrent rolling forward. Berlin was like a broken bathtub thrown into a great river, with waves of Soviet troops surging in from the outside, tumbling down from the rim and through the cracks in the tub's walls, determined to instantly submerge this tiny place in a sea of hammer and sickle flags.