Chapter 704: Chapter 42 “I’ve Be a Stand-in!


    The tank reached the Prosen Headquarters entrance when Jonathan leapt off the tank and charged ahead through the gateway sted open by high-explosive shells.


    The Prosens, dazed by the explosion, were just about to raise their guns when Jonathan took them down with throwing knives.


    As he ran to retrieve his knives, othermando team members burst in, using submachine guns to suppress the Prosen guards armed with rifles.


    The doctor also charged in, shouting, “Find the high-ranking officers! Our target is the enemy’s high-ranking officers! It would be best to capture Marshal Geron, themander of the Southern Army Group!”


    No sooner had he finished speaking, someone from the Prosen side responded in heavily ented Angsanguage, “You only know these despicable tricks! If you can’t win a fair fight, then you resort to this!”


    The doctor replied by sweeping the area with Papasha gunfire.


    The Prosens set up a machine gun in the corridor, trying to block themandos.


    Jonathan: “nk from outside!”Immediately, somemandos jumped out of the windows, and soon the window beside the Prosen machine gun was smashed, and a grenade was thrown in.


    After the explosion, the machine gun fell silent.


    Themandos, who had been suppressed, jumped up and sprinted down the corridor.


    Doctor: “Find the Marshal! The Marshal will have the Scepter!”


    About ten minutester, the entire headquarters waspletely upied by themandos, but there was no sign of anyone resembling the Marshal.


    A Prosen Colonel was brought before team leader Jonathan.


    Jonathan nodded to the doctor, who then asked in Prosenese, “Where has Marshal Geron gone?”


    The Colonel lifted his head proudly: “The Marshal has already moved to the new headquarters in advance. You are toote! Last night, the Marshal ordered the entire headquarters to relocate!”


    The doctor nced at Jonathan: “The Marshal is likely still in the vicinity; Prosens have a particr scent when they lie, and I can smell it immediately.”


    Jonathan turned around: “Search the entire courtyard, Marshal Geron is still here!”


    As soon as he finished speaking, gunfire from machine guns came from the direction of the courtyard gate.


    Soon amando ran in to report: “The enemy is attacking the gate.”


    Jonathan: “Send the tanks to the gate; we’re still searching for Marshal Geron and must hold them off for a while!”


    "Yes!”


    Aromeyev took his eyes off the Artillery Mirror and snatched the walkie-talkie from the radio operator: “Attention everyone, themandos have upied the enemy headquarters. Advance with full force while the enemy is in disarray, and join forces with themandos!” ???ο???


    "First Battalion understands!”


    "Second Battalion understands!”@@novelbin@@


    …


    While people were responding over the walkie-talkie, someone shouted from under the barn: “Horses! A cavalry unit is approaching!”


    Aromeyev quickly looked down and indeed saw the dust kicked up by the charging cavalry.


    Soon, the sound of hooves followed.


    Quickly, the cavalry approached, and a general with stars on his cor left the formation, with a few followers running towards the barn.


    Aromeyev: “Don’t fire, they’re our own!”


    The General heard his voice, reined in his horse, and looked up: “Is this General Aromeyev’s troops? We received the General’s telegram and havee to support you!”


    Although two generals were mentioned, it was clear that the second general referred to General Rocosov.


    Aromeyev: “Yes! We were ordered to air drop and attack the Prosen Southern Army Group Headquarters! Themandos have already breached the enemy lines, and we are coordinating with them!”


    "Are themandos those suicide squads of the Allied Forces?” The Cavalry General looked towards the town aze in the distance, “Impressive indeed, to have infiltrated in there.”


    Aromeyev: “They are our mentors! Of course, they are formidable!”


    Cavalry General: “What can I do?”


    "Do you have artillery?” Aromeyev countered.


    "Ha ha ha ha, of course, we’ve brought our cavalry artillery, and we have over a hundred rounds!”


    Aromeyev: “That’s great; weck heavy firepower and can’t break the enemy bunkers! It’s up to you now.”


    Cavalry General waved his hand: “Leave it to us! Tell your men to be careful not to cause friendly fire; we’re moving in!”


    "Okay, good luck!” Aromeyev saluted.


    "See you in Plowsonia!” the Cavalry General returned the salute.


    Jonathan and the doctor approached the armoredmand vehicle, where a Commando standing guard saluted, “He’s inside.”


    Jonathan nodded and went straight into the door of the armoredmand vehicle.


    A middle-aged man wearing Marshal’s uniform was standing in front of the map on the wall of themand vehicle.


    "Are you Marshal Geron?” Jonathan asked.


    "I am,” the middle-aged man replied, standing tall and proud.


    The doctor also came in, saw the man, and immediately shook his head, mocking in Prosenese, “You’re nothing, Marshal Geron is almost seventy, do you think we’re stupid?”


    The middle-aged man: “I have maintained myself rather well.”


    "A Prosen telling me you’ve maintained yourself well!” the doctor shook his head, “I might believe it if you were from the United Kingdom. Colonel, we should continue searching for Marshal Geron, he must have worn this guy’s uniform, he can’t have gone far!”


    At that moment, the sound of artillery came from outside.


    Jonathan walked to the door, “Where is the shellinging from?”


    Someone outside replied immediately, “Don’t know, maybe we should use the radio to check with the Ante Paratroopers about the situation.”


    "Go ask!” Jonathan waved his hand, “The Prosenese radio truck is right next to us, use their equipment to ask on the public channel!”


    "Yes!”


    Jonathan turned back, standing in front of the “Marshal,” “Are you the Marshal’s Deputy Officer?”


    "He’s not!” the “doctor” emphasized again.


    Jonathan: “No, he is!”


    "How can that be?” the “doctor” still couldn’t grasp the idea, “Age and everything don’t match up!”


    Jonathan looked at the doctor, “My old friend, does that matter? No, it doesn’t matter in the slightest! We’ve captured someone wearing Marshal’s insignia, holding the Marshal’s scepter! He should also have the Marshal’s identification, he even changed the photo!


    "At this point, he is Marshal Geron!”


    The doctor stood frozen, then seemed to understand Jonathan’s point: “Oh, indeed! You’re right! It’s not like anyone can see clearly at night anyway!”


    Jonathan waved his hand, “No no no, you still don’t understand, it’s not about the night! What I’m saying is, whether he really is the Marshal doesn’t matter anymore. We raided the Headquarters of the Southern Army Group and captured a person with the rank of Marshal, and also seized the Marshal’s scepter! Then the person we’ve captured is Marshal Geron!


    "We can proim this far and wide! Tomorrow we will be on Ante’s newspapers, the day after tomorrow we will be on the Federation’s, the United Kingdom’s, and other Allied Nations’ newspapers! Another Prosen Marshal has been caught by us!


    "Of course, Prosen will refute, they’ll say we’re faking! But we can also im they are deceiving their own people! Anyway, they are so evil, no one will doubt it!”


    Finally, the doctorpletely understood, nodding repeatedly, “I get it now. Whether it’s the real Marshal doesn’t matter anymore. I suggest we should immediately broadcast over the Prosenese channels repeatedly, just saying the Marshal has been captured!”


    Jonathan: “Makes sense, let’s do it!”


    July 5th, 0700 hrs, Kazarlia Front Army Headquarters.


    As soon as Wang Zhong walked into Headquarters, the telephone rang.


    Pavlov picked up the phone, “Front Army Headquarters, Pavlov speaking. Hmm? Good morning, Your Majesty, he is here.”


    With that, Pavlov passed the receiver to Wang Zhong, all while giving frantic gestures.


    Wang Zhong took three steps forward, took the receiver, “General Rocosov speaking, good morning, Your Majesty.”


    Olga: “You captured Prosen’s Marshal Geron?”


    Wang Zhong: “Ah? Did I capture him?”


    Pavlov: “Yesterday evening, someone was broadcasting on Prosen’s channels, saying that Marshal Geron had been captured. But we didn’t receive a telegram from the airborne troops.”


    Wang Zhong: “Ah, Your Majesty, we haven’t confirmed that we’ve captured Marshal Geron.”


    Olga: “Belinsky called me, said the monitoring department heard the Prosenese radiomunication.”


    Wang Zhong: “That could be their deception.”


    "You think so?” Olga questioned, “The Prosens, you know!”


    Wang Zhong: “In any case, if we have captured Marshal Geron, we will give you… give you a formal reportter. Please ask the Capital’s newspapers not to rush to report.”


    After Wang Zhong finished speaking, Pavlov added, “Even if it’s true that we’ve captured him, given the current situation, we can’t bring him back immediately. It would be troublesome if someone intercepted him.”