Codegease: Air and Land Warfare 1946

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“Ahem, Your Excellency General, there is one more thing.” Kari lowered his voice and continued to report to the Major General, “His Highness Schneizel requests that we have a video conference with the Tokyo Concession at 19 p.m. today, and asks us to prepare for the conference in advance.”

Marendo didn't speak, he simply nodded.

"General, I..."

"Stop talking..." the major general finally managed to utter a few words, "That's enough, that's enough..."

"General..."

“Alright… Now, everyone, listen up…” The general raised his voice, calmly looking at the soldiers and officers around him, “As before, continue to maintain the operation of the command center. Command will still be temporarily handed over to Colonel Kari and Lieutenant Colonel Eddie Hill. Kari, if you have any questions, you can ask him. He knows more than I do.”

"Ah... OK..."

"Everyone, keep up the work, I'm just taking a stroll."

"General, I'll go with you."

"No need! No need! Nobody should follow!" The general's words finally carried a hint of anger, which was the tone and spirit a general should have.

"I can handle this alone. The guards can wait for me here. Kari, go and complete your and Lieutenant Colonel Eddie Hill's mission as commanders! That's an order!"

"As ordered..."

Chapter 64, Section 102: Fighting and Retreating

"Don't stay in the middle of the road, split up and advance to the sides, check if there are any enemies in those houses, quick!"

Lemilia was leading his comrades on a search along the streets leading to the center of Berlin. The sun had passed its zenith, and the sounds of gunfire from all directions grew increasingly thunderous, mingling in the air above the city and reaching the ears of the soldiers.

They had already traveled quite a distance, expending a lot of physical and mental energy. The surroundings were relatively safe, so they secretly took out a flask from a room and quietly took a sip of vodka.

"Lieutenant! It's safe inside!"

"Okay, Malinov! Let's set up the defenses here first. It will take some time for the comrades behind us to catch up with us, so please wait here for a while."

"Yes!"

Malinov took his rifle to the window and cautiously observed the mess outside.

Two blue-purple steel dolls, as if kicked over, trembled with sparks of electricity on the roadside. A black armored vehicle lay wrecked in the middle of the road, its machine gun turret a complete mess. The ground was littered with tire tracks and footprints, indicating an orderly retreat into the deeper streets—a withdrawal rather than a rout, suggesting the enemy had likely laid an ambush along their next attack route.

Soviet soldiers surrounded the armored vehicle, checking it from top to bottom for any hiding places.

Soldiers in black uniforms were still scattered on the street, and several comrades were busy gathering them like sacks into a shell crater on the side of the street.

The helmets, radio equipment, and bulletproof vests looted from these dead bodies were gathered in another area. Some soldiers would go over and pick through them, and if they found any that were still relatively intact, they would rush to put them on.

It was quite a surprise when the comrades first discovered it. In their minds, bulletproof vests were those hard steel plates secured with leather belts that commandos wore on their upper bodies—bulletproof chest armor.

It could block submachine gun fire and shrapnel, but it was only a comforting option against machine guns and rifles. As for the enemy's "chestplates," although they weren't necessarily more durable—a single shot from a Mosin-Nagant would still take them down—they were surprisingly softer and more form-fitting, even a little elastic to the touch, making them easier for the soldiers' bodies to handle.

And what was the other reason that made the Soviet soldiers trust them the most? In the past few days of fighting, everyone was surprised to find that the enemy's weapons were always missing something: they had Mosin-Nagants, the Americans had Garands, the Germans had 98Ks, and the British had Lee-Enfields.

But these thugs in Berlin? Check the weapons in their infantry's hands; none of them seem to have full-power ammunition.

Needless to say, put on these vests as soon as possible, and you'll be giving your opponents a huge advantage.

"Comrade Petrovsky, no signs of enemy activity have been detected within 200 meters ahead."

"Okay." The lieutenant nodded, dismissed the soldiers, and went to find the comrades who were still cleaning the bulletproof vests.

"Is there still enough usable?"

"They're barely enough to arm a whole squad..."

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Meanwhile, at the other end of the street, four Sunderlanders and an assault gun were quietly waiting there.

"Hmm...it seems the enemy hasn't taken the bait..."

"The enemy seems to have stopped there, probably to clear out the streets?"

"Was it that infantry fighting vehicle blocking the way for their tanks?"

"Give me a break-in. That tank could smash a KMF more easily than a bull could knock over a young man. An infantry fighting vehicle trying to stop it? Don't be ridiculous."

“Alright, esteemed knights,” came the commander’s complaint from the assault gun. “They’re probably not just being cautious; their tanks probably haven’t kept up.”

"So what do you think?"

"Gentlemen, I only have one shell left in my vehicle. Could one of you take your own aircraft to scout the situation? If there are only infantry on the other side, fire a few shots at them. Oh, by the way, sir with the recoilless rifle, have you loaded any armor-piercing rounds?"

"This is my second shot."

"Then I'll trouble the scout I just mentioned to lure the tank into the recoilless rifle's line of sight, and then take it out."

"Aren't you dreaming?"

"Surprise them! Once the enemy has assembled, even if we bring our allies along, we still won't be able to win!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go check the road. Neil, double-check your recoilless rifle!"

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"Company Commander! Our tanks are here!"

"Okay, oh, that..."

"The enemy is coming!—"

As soon as a soldier shouted, Lemilia turned around and saw a series of sharp gunshots rang out. A perfectly intact blue-purple doll appeared at the other end of the street. The soldiers who were still in the middle of the road quickly scattered. Only one unlucky young man had his arm broken by a bullet and was rolling on the ground in pain.

"Get him out of here!" the lieutenant shouted, then quickly leaped forward and jumped into the house, peering out the window and carefully watching the situation ahead.

"Lieutenant, what do we do about this armored vehicle? It's blocking the firing arc of our tanks."

"Can't you move it?"

"Two of its wheels are stuck, it can't be pushed!"

As they were talking, several bullets landed on the infantry fighting vehicle, seemingly creating bullet holes, but not penetrating it completely.

"Where are the anti-tank rifles?!"

"Enough, comrade!" At this moment, the commander of the T-34 tank that had arrived from the rear climbed out of the cupola and shouted at the soldiers hiding beside the tank, "Get behind the tank! I have a way to make it roll away!"

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Meanwhile, Sunderland, who was still on the other side of the street, had just changed the magazine for his machine gun.

"Tch, they only have infantry on the other side!"

"All at once? Okay! Assault gun, you wait here, we're coming right now..."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Hey, what's that behind the infantry fighting vehicle!"

A rough engine roar followed by billowing black smoke came from outside, and a bright green tank, like a battering ram, swept aside the armored vehicle with its broken wooden door.

"Holy crap!" The tank didn't seem to intend to stop. It trembled as it adjusted the gun barrel and fired the shell at the giant's position.

The three Sunderland aircraft behind looked at their comrade's aircraft standing in front of them, and swayed their upper bodies like children learning to roller skate, and then something exploded behind them.

"Enemy! Enemy tanks are coming! Proceed according to plan!"

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"aim!"

"Understood!" The pilot named Neil quickly raised the cannon muzzle.

When the green figure aligned with the crosshair, the trigger was pulled, the cannon shuddered, and the pilot stared intently at the trajectory of the flying object, hoping it would land unlucky enough to be a little ahead of the tank.

"What happened?!"

The tank slammed on the brakes and seemed to sense their position instantly, turning its gun barrel around. Neil felt a little uneasy and took a slight step back.

Several figures appeared around the tank, and then it started reversing and firing again.

Well, the tank's shot also landed in front of Neil's aircraft, with both sides missing each other as a gesture of goodwill.

But he sensed a sound coming from the mech's head. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the flying debris had created several large, black spots on the optical sensor head, completely obscuring more than half of the tank's body.

"Hey! It's trying to escape!"

They could only fire a random shot, and the shell, of course, failed miserably, grazed the tank's gun barrel and flew to the rooftop.

"I'll have to leave now! My sights are broken!"

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"Lieutenant! The enemy has heavy firepower! Can you get the soldiers to help me out?"

"No need to rush, Comrade Tank Commander! We just need to keep the enemy occupied!"

"Deploy smoke grenades! Machine gunner at the rear window! Prepare!"

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"Huh? A smoke grenade? Won't that make them unable to see it themselves?"

"You guys move back, let my assault guns handle the smoke zone." At this moment, the assault guns moved forward a bit, and the remote-controlled roof-mounted machine gun fired a long-awaited shot. "Let them hear that the gunfire is strange, and they'll think you've retreated."

"Huh? Wait a minute, what's this message from the squadron on the next street? Let me listen."

"Sergeant! We're under heavy attack from the Soviets and can't hold out any longer! You need to retreat quickly, or the Soviets will surround and annihilate you soon!"

"what?"

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"Hey, hey, hey, did everyone hear that? Get out of here, get out of here!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the four Sunderland players were staggering away, preparing to slip away, much to the displeasure of the assault gunners.

"Hey! Are you just going to abandon us like this?"

"No, sir, please look at the sky!"

Inside the assault gun, Roses, still sitting in the cockpit, quickly looked up and saw an enemy plane in the sky.

There was no time to reverse. The plane dropped bombs directly on the iron monster parked on the side of the street, which crashed into the building next to it. The bricks on the exterior wall instantly turned into a large basin of frozen flour and poured onto the black body.

"Oh...oh my god, the commander?"

"You'd better get out of here, buddy."

Roses was puzzled. Just then, the smoke screen cleared, and the green steel figure slowly approached.

“It’s just the two of us and our old comrade,” the tank commander said, patting the turret. “We miss our driver who sacrificed his life… We don’t need you to come with us…”

He hesitated, then forcefully pushed open the hatch along with the stones pressing down on it, braving the incoming bullets as he ran away.

"Hey, come on, check if the turret traverse mechanism is damaged. Whether it's aimed at infantry or tanks, once it's aimed, fire..."

"Um……"

As the T-34 tank and assault gun fired their respective shots, the smoke cleared, and beside the advancing Soviet troops, there appeared a mass of steel smoking in the rubble.

Chapter 65, Section 103: Lies Form an Army

The clock hands were still a few seconds away from 7 p.m. The border between Berlin and the world was already filled with fire and explosions, and the cold was trapped in this roughly one hundred square kilometers of ruins and jungle.

Although the atmosphere inside the Capitol had eased somewhat, the grim situation was still difficult to look at with a relaxed expression. Lieutenant Colonel Eddie Hill and a few other officers remained quietly there, maintaining the normal operation of the hall amidst the colorful information modules on the electronic map table and the radio waves of communication.

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