Chapter 934: Chapter 37 Inclining Towards Tiger Mountain_2

Wang Zhong: “I will consider your opinion.”

“May Andrew bless you,” said the veteran.

The recruit under his command reminded him: “The Marshal is a Living Saint, he’s always had Andrew’s blessings.”

Veteran: “Then bless him twice!”

Wang Zhong turned his gaze away, no longer looking at the eager warriors seeking battle, and continued to observe the enemy camp. Popov stepped forward and said: “The morale is very high, even if we launch an attack immediately, we can rely on our morale to push through.”

Wang Zhong: “But the casualties would be significant. However, it seems that attacking a bit earlier might reduce the difficulty of breaking through. The veteran’s opinion is worth considering. Let’s go, let’s walk along the river, maybe we can find a weak point in the enemy’s defense like Kashuk did.”

After this event, Kashuk had transformed from a general adept at using infantry for chaotic battles to a general skilled at using infantry to exploit enemy weaknesses.

Thus, Wang Zhong led a group along the riverbank, walking southeast.

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Yegorov: “What did you say? The Division Commander went to the riverbank?”

The Deputy Officer nodded: “Yes, the Marshal went to the river with the Military Bishop and attendants.”

Yegorov slapped his thigh: “How could this be allowed, the Melianians on the East Bank have gone who-knows-where, it’s all Prosens occupying the area! What if they encounter the enemy’s People’s Self-Defense Army?”

Chief of Staff: “If you want to go to the riverbank, just say it, no need to pretend.”

“I’m going to protect the Division Commander!” Yegorov eagerly stood up, “Come, bring me a Thread Cutter.”

The guard immediately brought the gun over.

Yegorov: “Guard Company on alert, we’re heading out to protect the Marshal, we can’t be careless! Anyone who’s too drunk to join this action, have the Priest lock them up–no, punish them by cleaning the latrine!”

The Front Army Military Chaplain nodded: “Alright, I already know who drank tonight, I’ll go handle it now.”

Meanwhile, the call for the guard company to assemble was heard outside.

Yegorov picked up the Thread Cutter, skillfully checked the gun’s condition, and loaded it.

Chief of Staff: “You look like a kid going on a picnic.”

“Is that so? Anyway, you have no reason to stop me now, I’m going to protect the Marshal!”

With that, Yegorov walked out, and after a few steps, something slipped out of his pocket.

He stopped and stared at the item on the ground: it was an old photograph, showing Yegorov’s now-deceased wife and children.

Yegorov cursed: “Didn’t I throw this photo away?”

Deputy Officer: “It was Miss Kaja who picked it up and told me to put it in the pocket of your military coat.”

Yegorov pulled on the pocket and found a hole at the bottom, from which the photo had slipped to the floor.

Yegorov picked up the photo, stared at the people in it, and suddenly rubbed his eyes.

“Damn it, Kaja must want me to remember the hatred and kill all the enemy’s children.”

The Front Army Military Bishop immediately reminded him: “That’s against regulations, the Marshal wouldn’t be happy.”

Yegorov was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head: “Just kidding, I could never do something like killing children.”

With that, he stuffed the photo into his pocket, picked up the Thread Cutter, and headed out.

Outside, the guard company was already assembled, all armed with Thread Cutters.

“Get in the car!” Yegorov waved, and he was the first to get on the Jeep. The vehicle was already started, and as Yegorov and the Deputy Officer along with the guards got in, the driver hit the gas.

Suddenly, a black cat darted out in front of them.

The driver sharply turned the wheel, and the car hit a tree stump on the side of the road. The cat meowed and gracefully walked away.

The Deputy Officer looked at the cat: “General, this isn’t a good omen, maybe you shouldn’t go?”

Yegorov: “It’s just switching cars, stop talking nonsense.”

A few minutes later, Yegorov’s guard company set off.

The black cat sat atop the sentinel’s post, watching the departing convoy.

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Leaving the Headquarters, Yegorov and his team drove safely for five kilometers.

Then a barn appeared in front with two Ante soldiers on guard at the door.

Yegorov frowned: “Hold on, stop the car!”

The car stopped about a hundred meters from the barn, and Yegorov took out the map he carried: “I don’t remember troops being stationed here.”

Deputy Officer: “Maybe some Quartermaster from a nearby unit settled people here?”

Yegorov frowned: “And just two sentinels for such a barn? This doesn’t look like our deployment pattern. Form a combat formation.”

The Deputy Officer turned back and shouted to the guards: “Form a combat formation!”

The whole company immediately disembarked, spreading out on either side of the convoy.

Yegorov stood up, raised the Thread Cutter, and jumped off the Jeep.

“Advance!” With that, he carried his gun and stepped forward.

The Deputy Officer immediately followed, and the two of them formed the tip of the infantry wedge formation.

The two sentinels at the barn door were visibly nervous.

Yegorov unexpectedly shouted in Prosenese: “Surrender and you won’t be harmed!”

The two guards reflexively raised their hands, but then realized they were about to fire–

Yegorov fired first, and the bullets from the Thread Cutter instantly tore the two apart.

“Bastards,” he cursed, “Damn it, I shot too accurately, should’ve kept one alive to ask about the uniforms!”

At this moment, the barn door opened, and a bunch of seemingly only sixteen or seventeen-year-old young people rushed out.

Yegorov mercilessly gunned them all down, not sparing even the two tall girls.

After emptying the magazine of the Thread Cutter, Yegorov took cover behind a tree, skillfully changing the magazine.

During this process, the guards riddled the barn with bullets; nothing alive remained.