Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

The two looked into each other's eyes and smiled brightly.

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"Come on, Bill, give me a hand!"

"...Sergeant...?"

"Good boy, we'll take you to the field hospital right now. You'll be fine soon, you hear me?"

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The swaying stretcher was gradually lifted off the ground, and the sergeant and Bill walked one after the other towards the jeep.

"Hey! Boss!" Damn it, when the hell did that idiot Tommy show up again? "I'm seriously injured too! Look, I can barely walk anymore! Ah!"

The sergeant didn't say anything while listening to this idiot's nonsense, but he said something to Karl, who was awkwardly following behind with a helpless expression.

"Corporal, get our men in order. We'll set off with the paratroopers later. The three of us will go ahead first."

"Yes!"

"Also, could you pick up that plank from the ground and put it on the back seat of the jeep?"

"Hey! Boss! Did you even see me?!" Tommy watched as the sergeant and Bill methodically settled Pat in, waiting for their boss's orders.

But the sergeant didn't say anything to him. He walked up to Tommy and called Bill over to him.

"Private Bill Green!" Jonathan suddenly raised his voice in a sinister tone, laughing and glaring at Tommy beside him. "Listen up! While I'm driving, you must hold the stretcher steady and make sure Pat lies there quietly!"

“Even if he only moves an inch!” Bill couldn’t help but laugh, revealing his teeth. “I’ll break your other leg, understand?”

"Understood, sir! Hahahaha..." Bill squinted one eye, tilted his head, and gave his superior a playful salute. Turning back, he saw Tommy's expression—it looked like he'd eaten wasabi! Haha!

"Stop being so shameless and trying to charm the sergeant!" Carl pulled Tommy aside. "Come on! Let me see if the paratroopers have any alcohol..."

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"OK, sir! Let's go!"

Now, Jonathan was sitting in the driver's seat, and Bill was sitting sideways in the passenger seat. A smooth engine roar soon came from under the hood of the Jeep, and the accelerator was thumping, like a lively horse.

"Hey, what's going on..." Bill turned around and saw the sergeant moving a switch back and forth.

"Is the headlight broken?"

"Bill!" He handed him a flashlight. "Go, figure out how to fix this thing to the front of the car."

"No need, sir."

Jonathan looked up and saw Bill moving his chin, smiling as he gazed at the sky behind the car.

Gradually, he felt the broken bricks and walls around him begin to shine.

He turned around and looked back, a knowing smile on his face.

"Look, Sergeant, the sun is about to rise."

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The engine roared like a bull, slowly revving up amidst billowing dust.

The wheels propelled the green silhouette, slowly driving towards a quieter street further away.

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God has prepared a way of salvation for mankind... and sent His beloved Son, Jesus Christ, into the world...

He died on the cross for the sins of the world…to bear the sins of all people…to redeem humanity from the punishment of sin…

All who accept Jesus' salvation will have their sins forgiven and receive eternal life...

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May God bless all kind and brave people, and may the noble souls in their slumber never again be awakened by the wounds of war…

Chapter 12, Section 24: The Blazing Dawn

The darkness of the sky has begun to fade, revealing glimmers of its original brightness.

After all, not everyone's timeline is the same as the Earth's rotation, and not everyone will necessarily face the sun at a certain time, nor will they necessarily turn away from the sun at a certain time.

If the originally tranquil night is not tranquil at all, and everything around you is even dyed red by flames, then you may have a very deep understanding of the meaning of the word "polar day".

Well, of course, if everything around you is fire and death, then it's not the midnight sun, but hell.

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What does hell truly taste like? No one has ever tasted it, and no one wants to.

For ordinary people, being alive is the greatest happiness, but for soldiers on the front lines, surviving even one day is the most unbearable thing.

Well, let's take a look at the watch. It should be exactly one day since we arrived in this ruined city.

When is the hardest part of a battle? The first day? The last day? Or some other day in between? It's really hard to say.

Every day? That's what the soldiers might think.

But what would the commanders think?

Looking around, Britannian soldiers, some exhausted and others still sleepy, moved about in the low-lying barracks. The camp in the morning resembled a small town, a mix of tranquility and noise, brightness and gloom.

Ahead is a building we occupied on our way here—if I remember correctly, the officer said it was called "Reichstag," and the huge Britannian flag still flies above its main entrance.

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In its basement, like a cascading waterfall, commands and radio waves echoed throughout the room, while signal lights and displays resembled the colorful neon lights of a nighttime street. Alternating beams of light shone on the surrounding walls, and several people hurried back and forth among maps, chairs, and equipment; the atmosphere was no less tense than that of a battle-stricken street.

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At that moment, a communications soldier who had just come to take over the shift sat down, while the major on duty leaned back in his chair, drinking coffee.

"Sir." The new soldier settled down in front of the machine and began operating it. "Mr. Hills, is he alright?"

"Ah, him..." the major smiled faintly, "finally went to see his deceased sister..."

"Not just him, but also Captain Joanna and Lieutenant Tavin, whom I called in to give you special treatment that day..."

"Alright, that's enough. I tend to fall asleep when I cry..." The major took a deep breath. "I'll hold on a little longer. Colonel Kari and the others need to rest more..."

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Glancing sideways, I saw the bearded officer lying next to me, his brow furrowed, huddled under a blanket. He wasn't the only one; the others huddled together nearby were also lying like that.

"Sir, the progress in the east seems to be no different from yesterday."

"Yes, we hadn't made it through until early this morning, but the enemy stopped their attack an hour or two ago..."

"Stop the attack? Do they want to negotiate with us?"

“Based on past experience dealing with the ‘Liberation Front’ in Area 11, that’s certainly a possibility…” The major took a sip of coffee, lost in thought. “But this enemy has been able to fight us for half a day. If they were to suddenly surrender now, it would probably just be a petty trick, huh…”

"Wouldn't it be great to launch an attack now?"

"Can you guarantee they're either fleeing in disarray or feigning a retreat to ambush us?" The major raised a finger and tapped it on the soldier's skull.

"Zero used this trick all the time when he was causing havoc in Area 11. Of all those knights who were after his head, how many of them came back alive?"

"The best course of action is to solidify the defensive line and organize all the miscellaneous items. With our numbers, there are battles on both the east and west sides. If we stretch the defensive line too far, it's practically suicide..."

"Sir!" a soldier suddenly shouted from the side. "District 11 City Hall calling! More troops and supplies are coming through the portal soon. Get ready..."

"Keep your voice down!" The major whispered as he strode over to him and smacked him hard on the head. "Don't wake Colonel Kari and the others..."

"I'm sorry, sir... but this is such an important matter..."

"For something this important, you should wake me up."

The two men turned around at the sound of the gruff voice, and Colonel Kari, who had been asleep, slowly stood up, smoothing his hair as he walked over.

"Your Excellency, are you...?"

"What are they going to give us from Area 11? What did they say?" The colonel ignored the major's attempt to speak.

"Oh...it's that Sakhalin Island reserve group that just arrived in the Tokyo concession yesterday, and the Ryukyu logistics group?"

"Damn stingy..." The major covered his face with his hand and exhaled a loud gust of air. "Shunaze... no, does His Highness the Prince think we're here on a rotating vacation? Where are all the legions?"

"Where did the legion go? Let me ask you first, where were you the night before we came here, when the lieutenant colonel called us for a meeting?" The colonel was somewhat displeased.

"Lieutenant Colonel Caronville told us that the main force won't be able to complete the reorganization anytime soon, and that we should first consolidate the landing zone. Did you lose your ears in your coffee cup?"

Without much effort, he took the coffee cup from the major's hand and brought it to his mouth, while the major stared wide-eyed.

“Go lie down for a bit,” the colonel said, wiping his mouth and placing his cup on the table beside him. “I hope you’re just a little dazed because you haven’t slept.”

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"Is everything alright, kids?"

"Yes, sir."

“OK.” Colonel Kari leaned back in a soldier’s chair. “Notify Area 11 that they can open the portal; we’re ready to receive the new information…”

"Quickly, check which units in the camp are not currently on duty and have them help the logistics units prepare the landing zone."

"understand!"

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after awhile.

"Sir, District 11 is calling. The portal will open in 10 minutes."

"Understood. Tell the logistics guys to get ready." The colonel paused for a moment. "Oh, by the way, son, what time is it?"

"Um, according to the time in this alternate world we used when we arrived, it matches the time in Area 11..."

"I know all that! Just tell me what time it is!"

"Ah...it's seven in the morning..."

Boom...

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble slightly, and a rumble of thunder, like water seeping into the soil, dripped into the command center. The calm conversation was broken by this earthquake-like noise. Colonel Kari not only had the unpleasant muffled sound filling his ears, but the ground beneath his feet also felt a little scratchy.

"what happened?"

"What happened?" The soldiers, who were still operating the screen, were a little flustered.

“It’s not that the camp was attacked…it sounds like it’s far away…” Kari guessed, relying on his battlefield experience.

"Reporting, sir!" Suddenly, a soldier sitting at the control panel jumped up as if his legs had been doused with boiling water and shouted. "Squadron Sara calling! They are under long-range artillery fire from the enemy in area H21!"

"Report!" Before the words were even finished, another soldier raised his voice, "Wilson Squadron and Sorima Squadron have been hit by artillery fire from an unknown direction! More than half of their personnel have been killed or wounded! Requesting a retreat!"

"Units in area D19 are under heavy fire! Requesting instructions!"

"Captain Mankoki's squadron has lost contact! Attempting to re-establish communication!"

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