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Chapter 55 Motorized Armored Mixed Brigade
"The Panzer IV is now the mainstay of the Prosen people. The Prosen devils call it 'the warhorse,' which shows its importance."

"Here, this is the joystick, for controlling direction. I've seen the No. 4G before; that thing uses a steering wheel, which is very difficult to use. It's not as good as the joystick."

"When driving a tank, do you know what's most important?"

Pskov started the tank with great skill; it was clear he had been playing with Prossen equipment for years.

"The most important thing about driving a tank is staying alive, right?" Chen Lai thought for a moment and gave an answer.

"Pretty much. To survive, you have to keep running, so direction and speed are the most important. Don't stop to aim, or you'll kill yourself."

"To ensure impact, leave the firepower to God. The Panzer IV has two weapons, a main gun and an MG43 machine gun... but you don't need to worry about those. You only need to focus on observation and negotiation."

"Observation and negotiation?"

"Yes, I'll teach you a couple of Prosen phrases later. They're mostly for cursing and showing off your 'glory.' If you encounter soldiers who dare to set up roadblocks, just flash your golden eyes, crawl out from the top, and curse them a couple of times. They won't dare to stop you."

"Are those two sentences really that effective?"

“It’s not words that work, it’s your skin and golden eyes that work. You kid, you look pretty decent in this outfit. With the peaked cap on, you look just like an officer whose name has ‘Feng’ in it.”

"Okay." Chen Lai nodded, since Pskov had already said so.

"General, the villagers have all changed their clothes. When do we depart?" Korchagin opened the cockpit and asked loudly from above.

"Don't wait any longer. Get them on the trucks and leave now. Give all the valuables to the men to carry, pretend they're looted. Don't pile them all up in the troop carriers." Pskov was decisive and attentive to detail.

What is the unit designation of our unit?

"Nonsense, didn't you see an officer in a Skull Division uniform standing here? Of course, he's from the motorized mixed brigade under the Skull Division!"

……

After a chaotic scene, this strange-looking "mixed brigade" set off, and before leaving, they even set fire to their ancestral village, burning it to the ground.

The villagers were naturally reluctant to see them go. Ulia, who was crammed into a car with Pskov, couldn't help but shed tears, asking him between sobs, "General, will we ever come back?"

Pskov didn't know how to answer. Moscow was still under siege, and Prosen might launch a third "Citadel" operation after winter. It was still uncertain whether the capital would fall, let alone a village so far away in the Donets region.

He thought of many things, but in the end he just ruffled Ulia's blonde hair and said loudly:
"Go back! Why don't we come back? This is our home, Rosa's land. The Prosen devils may be able to occupy it for a year or two, but in three or five years, we will definitely fight our way back!"

On the Opel troop carrier, hope shone on the face of every Rosa resident; in such difficult times, hope is the most precious thing.

Chen Lai was sitting in the designated commander's seat at the back of the No. 4 tank, trying his best to familiarize himself with the tank's operation.

He was surrounded by Pskov's guards, these Rosa mixed-race men who were used to guerrilla warfare and were very familiar with Prosen's equipment, and they drove the tank with ease.

"I really didn't expect that passing through a village like this would lead to the capture of a tank platoon. The general's luck is unparalleled." Menkov, with gauze wrapped around his ear, chuckled as he twisted the control lever and increased the engine speed to the maximum.

"Comrade Men...kov, can you tell me about your guerrilla warfare? And Vlasov, what is his Word of Power?"

Chen Lai tried to build rapport with his new colleagues, hoping to gain more information from them.

Menkov has a lot to say about guerrilla warfare. He followed Pskov in many battles, winning many victories and suffering many defeats. Today, he is a veteran of many battles.

"The most important thing in guerrilla warfare is to maintain good relations with the surrounding villages. This way, when the enemy comes, you will get the news and can choose to flee or strike first."

Menkov spoke with some enthusiasm, but his mood quickly turned somber.

He turned to look at Chen Lai, his eyes wide: "But I also have to tell you something else. Guerrilla warfare is very difficult to succeed. When faced with a massive mechanized force rushing in, we can only flee in panic. Even if we hybrids have the power of words, we are still no match for a large-scale army."

"Many comrades lost confidence as a result, and coupled with the Prosens's schemes to recruit defectors, our forces dwindled with each battle, and today we have only a dozen or so men left."

“As for Vlasov, that traitor,” Menkov said through gritted teeth, “his rank was even higher than General Pskov's, but he defected!”

“The Prosenians used him to organize a puppet army to suppress guerrillas and uprisings everywhere. He knew a lot about Rosa, and many of us died at his hands.”

Chen Lai nodded slightly; this was roughly the same as what he knew.

The only difference is the power of words. Historically, Vlasov was not a hybrid, but the current situation is very different.

"What is his Word of Power? Is he good at reconnaissance?" Chen Lai's first thought was the Word of Power: Kamaitachi, but the black swelling on Pskov's leg didn't seem to be caused by Kamaitachi.

“It’s Word of Power: Corpse Sunflower,” Menkov quickly replied.

"Never heard of it." Chen Lai scratched his head, unable to recall the Word of Power or its effects.

"It's normal not to have heard of it. This kind of word spirit appears very rarely. There have been very few people who have awakened this word spirit in the Rosa region since ancient times. Its effect is very simple: it grows into a beautiful flower on a dead person, and it will slowly turn into a dead person on a living person."

"Huh?" Chen Lai was stunned. Was this Word of Power really that powerful?
"The serial number of Corpse Sunflower's Word of Power is 73. It was summarized by predecessors, but I don't know if it's correct." Menkov said no more and focused on driving the tank.

Chen Lai recalled Pskov's blackened and swollen thigh, and thought of the way he would pound his leg from time to time, and his respect for him arose spontaneously.

The passengers fell silent, and the sky gradually darkened, leaving only the sound of tank tracks rolling over the snow.

This calm did not last long. Soon, their "mixed brigade" encountered its first checkpoint: the roadblocks set up by Prosson's 7th Infantry Division on the perimeter, which were checking passing vehicles.

In the darkness, the distant gunshots were particularly clear, and the flickering flames made the distant forest look exceptionally dreamlike.

"This road is blocked. Those damned Rosa people have planted a few dead servants in the forest. Take a detour!" the guard said angrily.

(End of this chapter)