Chapter 946: Chapter 6 Feeling Like Sleepwalking

November 11, Luki Town, 71 kilometers from the city center of Plowsonia.

Filippov stood in the central square of the small town, playing a melody he had just learned on the harmonica.

Uncle Prosen, who taught him the melody, listened while lamenting in heavily accented Antenese: “My son loved this tune especially before he went to the front line; he’s been dead for three years now.”

Filippov: “Did he die in Ante?”

“No, he died during the invasion of Carolingian. Everyone said it was a great victory, everyone said the price we paid was negligible, but my son never came back.”

The uncle paused, then continued: “Later, my wife died in the Allied Forces’ bombings, and my entire family perished in the bombings, making me start to think about what caused all this.

“My conclusion was that this war we started caused all of this, it is our retribution. I expressed this idea in a pub, and a spy overheard me and took me to a Reform Camp.

“If it weren’t for them needing soldiers now, I might have spent my entire life in the Reform Camp.”

Filippov: “You really don’t think it was the Allied Forces that caused all this?”

“I am a college graduate, don’t insult my intelligence with that kind of talk.”

Filippov laughed heartily.

At that moment, a reconnoitre soldier rode up to Filippov on a BMW motorcycle without saluting, and reported: “Enemy armored troops, 7 kilometers away from us!”

Filippov put away the harmonica: “They finally arrived, battle alert.”

The person beside him operating the hand-cranked horn left by Prosen immediately started cranking it, and the sharp alarm sounded throughout the small town.

Filippov continued to ask the reconnoitre soldier: “Did you see any accompanying artillery?”

The reconnoitre soldier shook his head: “No, I observed covertly for a while, the enemy closed within 500 meters before I bolted, didn’t see any heavy accompanying artillery, but I did see a kind of really large tank destroyer, much larger than an Elephant model.”

Filippov: “You… describe the enemy’s new equipment using only ‘big’?”

The reconnoitre soldier shrugged: “Because it really is big, that’s its most striking feature, as for the rest… well, it’s hard to make out.”

Filippov: “Alright, I got it, you go to the artillery observation post, prepare to guide the regiment’s infantry artillery.”

The reconnoitre soldier saluted and sped off on the motorcycle.

At this time, the SU76 commander, stationed in the corner of the square, stood up in the Combat Room and loudly asked: “Commander, should we move to the edge of the village? We have armor-piercing shells!”

Filippov waved his hand: “Save it, your armor-piercing shells would just scrape the paint off the enemy’s new tanks, prepare for indirect fire support.”

“You’re kidding, we can at least jam their turrets and hit the tracks.”

“Leave it to the Divine Arrow!” Filippov said as a Jeep drove out from the regiment’s headquarters.

Just as he was about to get in, Uncle Prosen, who had just taught him the harmonica tune, grabbed his arm: “Can you hold them off?”

Filippov thought the uncle was worried about his safety, so he reassured him: “Don’t worry, even if we retreat, we’ll take you with us.”

Uncle: “No! These civilians, they’ve already surrendered to you, the Asgard Knights and Imperial Ministry’s special agents won’t spare them!”

Filippov: “What? They’re all Prosen nationals!”

“Those mothers who refused to send their children to the battlefield are also Prosen nationals!” the uncle replied.

Filippov was silent for a few seconds before firmly saying: “Rest assured, our Divine Arrow will take them all out!”

The uncle then released his grip: “I trust you. Also, give me a gun, I want to fight for my country.”

Filippov: “You’ll have the chance in the future, we’ll establish a Secular faction of Prosen, and then you’ll have many opportunities to fight for your country.”

With that, Filippov jumped into the Jeep, and it sped off toward the defensive positions at the edge of the town.

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By the time Filippov reached the position, he could already distinctly hear the sound of tank engines.

He immediately climbed into the two-story house that served as a defensive strongpoint, heading straight for the attic.

In the attic, the First Battalion Commander was observing the enemy with binoculars, and upon hearing the sound, he turned around and saluted: “Commander! The visible dust isn’t large, estimating enemy’s Armored Division size.”

Filippov lay down by the window and raised his binoculars.

In the direction of the horizon, there was snow and earth being stirred up, the width indeed indicated an Armored Division’s impact front.

“Is the Divine Arrow ready?” Filippov asked.

“Ready, a total of 22 launch vehicles, all hidden using low walls, toilets, and other covers on the town’s edge, with prepared evacuation paths.”

Filippov: “Good, tell them once the enemy crosses the 2200-meter mark, freely choose targets to fire.”

“Yes.”

The First Battalion Commander immediately picked up the field phone.

Filippov continued observing the enemy, muttering as he watched: “They said the enemy has particularly large tank destroyers, let me see how big–wow, indeed very big.”

The binoculars showed the silhouette of something quite massive, even at current distance and maximum magnification on the binoculars, it was just a speck, but compared to the outlines of other tanks, it was clearly larger by one size.

Filippov: “Let’s not waste firepower on that big destroyer yet, we might not pierce it.

“After eliminating the enemy’s other tanks and accompanying infantry, we’ll charge up and capture that thing!”

“Yes.” The battalion commander immediately issued new orders with the field phone.

At this moment, an excited young warrior in the room asked: “Can capturing a new type of tank earn a Venus?”