The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 97 What the hell? Andrei can win battles?

Upon hearing a chorus of shouts from afar, the other defeated Cambrian troops along the way stopped in their tracks and looked to the side.

When they saw the Black Hawk Empire armored vehicles lined up in a row, rumbling and advancing along the road, the troops instantly panicked.

"Oh no, the Black Hawk devils are attacking again!"

"Shut up, you idiot! Those are clearly our people, look at their flags!"

Although the Black Hawk armored vehicles, with their paint scheme unchanged, were quite intimidating as they drove along the main road, the soldiers were reassured once they heard the authentic battle cry and saw the fluttering red double-headed eagle flag.

On the battlefield, they were almost driven to develop Black Hawk phobia by the Black Hawk Empire, and they would be terrified at the sight of enemy armored vehicles.

Thinking about this, they couldn't help but become curious about the friendly forces next to them.

Where did these guys get their Black Hawk Empire vehicles?
And those military vehicles—if it weren't for the uniforms, flags, and the shouts that matched the descriptions, they would have really thought this unit was a Black Hawk Empire force!
Driven by curiosity, many soldiers gathered around and started chatting with the soldiers in Andrei's unit.

Then they heard the soldiers describe the fierce battle that had just taken place, how they had held the town and wiped out an entire enemy armored battalion and an infantry regiment.

From the very beginning, the Cambrian soldiers who heard these messages simply did not believe them.

They were all just withdrawn from the front lines, or rather, they had been routed by the enemy and barely managed to escape.

Therefore, they naturally experienced firsthand just how outrageous the Black Hawk Empire's combat power was, and realized just how vast the gap was between the two armies.

At such a time, it was naturally hard for them to believe that a unit had suddenly claimed to have achieved such an outrageous victory.

Just like during the Battle of Shanghai, if a ragtag division claimed to have annihilated a small division, the first reaction of others would naturally be that they were lying about military intelligence.

No matter how much you disbelieve it, the military vehicles, supplies, and distinctive armored vehicles in this team are undeniably real.

After seeing these things, they gradually came to believe the claim and cheered excitedly together.

"Haha, well done! Excellent!"

"Yakov, you see, I told you, the Black Hawk Empire is nothing special, they can't possibly win every battle!"

Correspondingly, Andrei, who performed the best in this battle and relied on the player to kill countless enemies, gradually gained fame.

Those who believed in Andrei's achievements generously bestowed upon him various nicknames.

Nicknames like "Street Fighting Master," "Devil in the Smoke," and "Miracle Eagle" gradually emerged, and many soldiers looked at Andrei, who was sitting in the military vehicle with the medical nun, with awe.

Of course, those who had heard of or actually knew Andrei all reacted with disbelief upon hearing the news.

Please, when did that great poet they knew know how to fight?
Shouldn't this person's true forte be the salon gatherings of noblewomen and the drinking parties of a bunch of rich kids?

Andrei had no idea that his past behavior had actually hindered the spread of his fame. If he had known, he probably would have smiled wryly. He didn't know what he was like before he transmigrated, but judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to have a good reputation; he seemed to be a typical spoiled brat who knew nothing.

Meanwhile, in the rear, General Konstantin Semyonovich Vorontsov, commander-in-chief of the Petrograd Front, was smoking a pipe while using a mechanical arm full of gears to lay out the construction of a brand-new defensive line on a map.

After fighting for so long, he has now come to realize that it is unrealistic to try to stop the Black Hawk Empire's army in front of them. Their army groups are advancing rapidly and are unstoppable.

Bad news is coming from all over the front lines: one defense line after another has been breached, and one unit after another has been annihilated.

Prior to this, the war plans from the Tsar and the General Staff were now completely obsolete; they had no way to keep the enemy on the other side of the river or prevent them from penetrating deeper into the country.

Thinking of the previous war, General Vorontsov couldn't help but curse the incompetent people in the General Staff.

"...Damn it, those good-for-nothings who only know how to talk big, I really want to go over there with a gun and ask them who taught them how to fight?"

"Damn it! How can there be such an idiot? Does having more troops necessarily mean an advantage? Don't they even look at the huge gap in weaponry between the two sides!"

Before this, they had planned to hold off the enemy on the border and then push back to attack the interior of the Black Hawk Empire.

After all, the Black Hawk Empire is also busy fighting on the western front. Although the fighting on their western front has been basically quelled, it is not completely over yet.

Therefore, a bunch of idiots thought that the Black Hawk Empire could never concentrate too much strength on the Eastern Front, and that with their large army, they could definitely complete the counter-offensive smoothly!
As a result, at the beginning of the war, they did push back several dozen kilometers into the enemy's border area before being surrounded.

20 men were annihilated in the first battle. The new batch of troops that came to rescue them ended up getting themselves killed and were once again surrounded and annihilated by the enemy.

Up to now, nearly 50 people have been lost on this front. Even with its large military force, the Cambrian Empire couldn't afford to lose so many soldiers.

"Reporting to the General, there is an urgent telegram from the front lines specifically for you!"

Just as the general was busy cursing, a staff officer suddenly ran in, saluted, and quickly handed him a telegram.

"Urgent telegram! What's happened this time? Don't tell me it's another unfortunate living saint who's been killed by the mage army..."

Muttering to himself, the general glanced at the telegram in his hand, then his eyes widened instantly.

Because he only glanced at the telegram and saw his son's name in it.

Why would the front lines suddenly send me a telegram about that brat?
That must be the unlucky guy who died on the front lines!

Especially since he had just heard that his son's unit had apparently been surrounded and annihilated by the enemy.

General Vorontsov's mechanical hand trembled as he took a deep drag on his pipe and carefully examined the telegram in his hand.

But as he watched, his mouth involuntarily opened wide, and the pipe he was holding fell out of his mouth with a thud.

(End of this chapter)