Erwin Rommel nodded: "That's good, now let's hope the enemy really has only a million troops left."
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"Three million soldiers ready to move out!" Admiral Little John said, puffing on a cigar to Allied Supreme Commander General Eck, "And super Pershing tanks! This time there's no way Prosen can push us into the sea!"
Eck: "Actually, if we wait a little longer and let the Prosens move more troops to the Eastern Front, our chances of success will be greater. If we attack too soon, the Prosens won't be able to redeploy the troops, and maybe Rocossov will end the war this year."
Admiral Little John: "What, you think my attack speed will lose to that of Kutuzov?"
"It's Rocossov."
Admiral Little John waved his hand: "Antean names are so long, who can remember them! I say we land tomorrow, and then race them."
