Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 849 - 5 But as you know, XXXXX is not that fragile
Chapter 849 -5 But as you know, XXXXX is not that fragile
At this time, the Military Chaplain, wearing Swamp Shoes, caught up with the slowly advancing tank, slapped its auxiliary fuel tank, and shouted to Troidok, “Don’t be like this, we’re on the attack! How can we attack if everyone is greedily clinging to life out of fear of death? Even if the enemy is weak, those who are scared to die can be defeated!”
Troidok glanced at the Priest and noticed that he had been injured on the shoulder, with a dirty bandage wrapped around it, clearly a Priest who had led the charge.
So he said, “Alright, Priest. I’ll sing a song written during the battle near Abawahan!”
The Priest seemed to then notice Troidok’s Abawahan Defense Memorial Badge, as well as his Wound Medal.
Priest: “To have survived such a Purgatory and yet have no Venus?”
“Because I was injured and carried away after just one day of fighting, at that time we were still evacuating the wounded,” Troidok said, tuning his guitar strings as he spoke, “Soon after I was sent back, they stopped evacuating because the stretcher bearers all took up arms, every wounded person would fight until the very last moment, regardless of their injuries.”
As he spoke, Troidok strummed the guitar strings and began to sing:
“The Ante Infantry passed through the village,
“A hundred men in a company retreated to the banks of the Valdai Hills River.
“Decrepit elm trees leaning against the fences~”
The tank sped up, more infantry climbed onto it, and a large contingent moved out from the occupied Prosen Army station, passing through dense woods towards the next objective.
Troidok continued to play the guitar:
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“The order to defend the village was given at dawn.
“Oh, yeo yo~ the white cloaks of the Imperial Guard~”
The accompanying infantry of the 25th Brigade were all Imperial Guards, all with their distinctive cloaks, and most of them carried Thread Cutters. However, now their cloaks were camouflage-colored green—but the song spoke of the battle at Abawahan, hence it was white cloaks.
Hearing Troidok’s singing, many people pulled on their cloaks.
Troidok belted out: “Oh, yeo yeo, the white cloaks of the Imperial Guard, even the furious winds of the steppe seemed to have turned pale~”
A soldier quietly asked his Sergeant nearby, “So, has the battle been fought?”
“You don’t understand, it’s a metaphor, get it? The battle made even the furious winds of the steppe turn pale.”
While the sound of the tank engine accompanied him, Troidok began the second verse:
“Oh, ma’am, please let me mount the machine gun on your rooftop~”
The young soldier looked at the Sergeant: “Isn’t the battle not fought yet?”
Sergeant: “Listen to the song! Quit the gibberish!”
Troidok: “This is your bread, and a can of rations~
“Oh, the young mistress, how charming~
“With two diagonal flaxen braids, highlighting your loveliness~
“Oh~ yeo yo, the white cloaks of the Imperial Guard, even the furious winds of the steppe, seemed to have turned pale~”
At this point, even the tank’s Loader was poking his head out from the side hatch, listening to Troidok’s singing.
The platoon leader sitting next to him urged, “Hurry up and sing about the mistress and the lad! I’m dying of suspense!”
Troidok smiled and continued singing: “I’m a young boiler-worker, from Charon~”
“Oh, it’s the Marshal’s fief!” someone remarked.
Troidok: “I’ve been through more than one war, my proud cloak is the proof.”
The Guards all smiled, and even the creak of the tank’s tracks seemed lighter.
Troidok: “I’m not afraid of death, I’m stubborn and young~”
The Priest finally broke into a smile upon hearing this but it froze in the next moment.
Troidok: “It’s just a pity that I’ll never marry nor understand these matters.”
A younger soldier asked quietly, “Why?”
“Sacrificed,” said the Sergeant.
The Priest was about to speak but was stopped by the battalion commander, who shook his head and silently continued to advance with the tank Troidok was sitting on.
Troidok: “Oh, yeo yo, the white cloaks of the Imperial Guard, the furious winds of the steppe~all seemed to have turned pale~
“The uneven battle began at dawn.
“That young man, lay beside the blasted tank.
“His heavy breath pushed the submachine gun into the place where I took cover.
“His eyes wide open, waiting for his own death.
“Oh yo yeo ye, the white cloaks of the Imperial Guard, the blood streaming down from the warrior’s body, dyed you a deep red~”
As if responding to Troidok’s guitar, the sound of machine-gun fire came from ahead and the next moment the leading tanks fired, kicking up a dust storm from their guns which was visible from Troidok’s tank.
Just as Troidok was about to put down the guitar and pick up a rifle, platoon leader Ivan patted his shoulder: “Keep playing the guitar! Your music increases our fighting spirit!”
“Really?” Troidok asked in confusion.
Platoon leader laughed: “Of course, do we lack one more gun? No, definitely not, but there’s only one of you who can play the guitar and sing so well!”
Half-convinced, Troidok nodded, picked up his guitar, and continued to play.
Just as he started playing again, the sound of sweeping gunfire and the roar of tank guns came from the front.
The Guards who had been walking alongside the tank all started running, charging toward the front.
Troidok looked to platoon leader Ivan: “Should I keep playing?”
“Of course, play. Wait until we’re stopped by the enemy and can’t move forward before you stop and take up a gun!”
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Shortly after Machine Gunner Hans rushed into the machine gun position, the battalion commander crawled in.
“Damn it,” muttered the battalion commander, “I was talking to the First Battalion Commander and suddenly the phone cut off; something must have happened!”
Assistant shooter: “Just now someone heard gunfire from the direction of the First Battalion (Sergeant Wolfgang’s battalion); could it be the enemy broke through the swamp?”
Battalion commander: “Infantry breakthrough is possible, gunshots? How are tanks and Assault Guns supposed to cross the swamp?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of machine-gun fire came from outside.
