artillery arc

Chapter 153 Fire and Sword

Gregory pulled the bayonet out of the enemy's body and looked around.

The city behind him was burning, and the Prosen tank in front of him was also burning.

The artillery positions were burning, the woods were burning.

Grigory held a long bayonet, like a knight holding a sword, facing the fire rising into the sky.

At this time, a messenger came galloping from the city on horseback: "The whole army breaks out to the north! Leave enough ammunition for the seriously wounded! The whole army breaks out to the north! Leave enough ammunition for the seriously wounded!"

Gregory said in a deep voice: "You heard it."

His voice was like the sound of the mother river. It was not loud, but no one could ignore it. It easily passed through the crackling sound of the flames.

Gregory: "If you can still walk, stand up. If you can't, please raise your hands. At least we still have grenades."

Among the piles of corpses in the forest, many people stood up one after another. Everyone looked like an evil ghost returning from hell.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene nodded.

"I can't see the Prossen Japs anymore," the machine gunner said, "It's too dark. Just now I just scanned the shuttle when I saw something moving."

Gregory obviously won't boost morale, after all, he is only in the tenth grade, but his image is very convincing and will convince the veterans who have survived hell.

Captain Andre also dragged an ammunition box over and sat down. He inserted the bloody engineer shovel next to it and said to Lieutenant Colonel Eugene: "The engineer shovel is easier to use than that thing. It has a sharp edge. One shovel will kill a Prussian."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene took out his cigarette and touched the matches while replying: "I'm not used to it. This guy is the best. I know how to swing it with less effort and how to break solid rocks. Where's my match?" ?”

Most of the machine gun fire points on Highland 153 were wiped out by the continuous heavy artillery bombardment, leaving only the regimental fortress and the roof, so this became the place where the most intense fighting took place in the early morning.

Captain Andre took out a match and struck it.

153 on the high ground.

Captain Andre looked back at the phone with the receiver broken in two parts: "I don't know, the phone line must be broken now, and there are still gunshots in the city. I guess there won't be enough communication troops to repair the phone line for a while. "

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene lit up his cigarette, took a long drag, leaned against the cracked wall, let out a long breath, and then asked, "What did the division say?"

A group of people walked through the woods and handed grenades to every seriously wounded person who reached out.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene pulled an empty ammunition box and used it as a stool to sit down, then poked the miner's pickaxe, which was full of blood and brains, into the ground.

At this time, there was an explosion from the artillery position behind them. Many people were startled, and some even fell down.

A machine gun was roaring next to him, pouring firepower on the retreating Prosen army.

At this time, the machine gun fire stopped, and the lieutenant colonel asked: "What's wrong?"

Gregory: "They won't treat the seriously injured. Don't worry too much about the people left behind. We will be with you soon. Soon."

Gregory: "Don't be afraid. This is artillery blowing up heavy artillery. After all, we can't let the enemy capture it and fire on us. There will be a big firework to watch when they use explosives! But only the people left behind can watch it. .

"Follow me alive! Let's go!"

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"That's it. It just so happens that the barrel of your gun is smoking. Change the cooling water quickly." Captain Andre said.

The Prossen night attack was repulsed.

The machine gun gunner and deputy gunner immediately dragged the gun back and began to replace the cooling water.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene watched their operations and asked: "What will happen next? Should we send someone to contact the division headquarters?"

"Then why not ask the tank crews if they still have radios they can use."

As soon as he finished speaking, Battalion Commander Orlov came in: "We received a radio call. The division headquarters decided to break out to the north and asked all ministries to blow up the baggage, burn the documents, and leave enough ammunition for the seriously injured people who cannot move."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene: "Isn't this a bit..."

Captain Andre: "The enemy will kill our seriously wounded and will not treat them. Because we are an inferior nation and do not deserve to waste precious medicines. If they treat you, it is to show the kindness of a superior nation."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene did not answer, but put the cigarette into his mouth and took a long drag.

The light from the cigarette butt became brighter and quickly turned most of the cigarette into ashes.

Then Lieutenant Colonel Eugene threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

The big puff just now made his nostrils spit out white smoke continuously like a boiling kettle, and it took a long time before he stopped.

Then he stood up with a miner's pickaxe, walked out of the bunker with tired steps, and walked along the trench, looking at the wounded soldiers in the trench.

"Soldiers! The division headquarters has issued an order to break out. There are two kinds of people who can stay here, one is the person who has died, and the other is the person who is about to die.

"It is said that the Plosans will not treat the seriously wounded well, but we do not have the power to take you away, so we can only leave you with enough bullets and grenades.

"I'm a miner! I can't predict the direction of the war, so I can't guarantee you that we will definitely win. I can only tell you what I said to the miners in the mine."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene stopped because he saw a severely wounded man with no legs sitting in the trench, looking at him calmly.

The lieutenant colonel held the wounded man's shoulders: "This land will treat everyone equally, it will produce milk to feed us, and it will eventually become the destination of each of us."

"Don't think of being buried in a mine as a sad thing, but Salia's black land is like mother, you just returned to her mother's arms."

The wounded man in front of the lieutenant colonel suddenly hummed a song, an ancient song.

A song that almost every Khazarian can sing.

It tells the story of a long time ago, when horsemen on the black earth fought against conquerors from distant foreign lands.

They galloped on the grassland with their horses, fell in the trial of fire and sword, and slept on the black soil of their hometown. Their bodies were buried under weeds and washed into the mother river.

And the big river called the mother river is just flowing quietly.

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Gunshots rang out in the north of the city. It was obvious that the enemy's infantry planned to seize the forest position in the north during the night.

In addition, there were gunshots on the east and west sides of the city, with the densest gunfire coming from the direction of the pasture.

Those two battalions of skitarii had obviously encountered the enemy.

Wang Zhong walked out of the headquarters and found that the stables had been blown down, but Bucephalas was unscathed and was still eating the fodder scattered on the ground.

Wang Zhong pointed at the horse: "Saddle it! Let the lightly wounded ride!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the No. 422 tank drove into the yard of the division headquarters. There were a lot of scars on the outer armor and only half of the flag on the antenna was left.

The driver's hatch was missing, and Belyakov's head was directly exposed. He grinned when he saw Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong jumped directly onto the tank, turned around and pulled Neli into the vehicle, and then got into his exclusive position on the turret.

As soon as he put on the earphones, he heard Alexander say: "You are here and you have made me very busy. It is easier to just be a gunner."

Wang Zhong did not answer him, but shouted to the rushing crowd in the division headquarters: "Let the lightly wounded and women get on the tanks! Let women sit on the vehicles too!"

A woman below shouted: "We can leave! Let the lightly wounded sit down!"

"Correct!"

"General, please let the lightly wounded sit down!"

As soon as Nieri was about to get out of the car, she was caught by Wang Zhong: "Then let the children ride in tanks and cars! There are also praying hands and listening monks!"

Nelly: "I'm not a child."

"You sit down." Wang Zhong said.

This time Wang Zhong's proposal was not opposed, and all the children in the city were sent to the tanks.

The only remaining children in the city.

Some children were holding submachine guns and already had warrior expressions.

At this time, Wang Zhong's heart moved and he turned around and asked: "Has anyone seen Liu Xia - Captain Lyudmila Vasilyevna?"

No one answered.

Pavlov also left the division headquarters and threw a lot of documents into the burning fire: "Damn it, we spent a lot of time making these reports, and we have to do them again. Professor! Where are you going?"

He grabbed the only sixth-level clerk in the division.

The old man turned his head: "It's the academic committee member! And now you should call me the military rank! Military rank!"

"Okay, Colonel, where are you going?"

Old man: "Get weapons!"

Pavlov casually took Tokarev from the guard and gave it to the old man: "Okay, follow the team, my professor!"

"It's the colonel! Where is the team?"

Pavlov pointed to the divisional columns that were forming up.

The old man strode over, not looking like an old man at all.

Pavlov: "General! You still have to clear the way! Let's go!"

Wang Zhong nodded and held the microphone on his throat: "Let's go! Belyakov, follow my instructions! Let's show the enemies in the city how powerful we are!"

"Are you sure you want to take so many children to fight the enemy?"

"Don't worry, we will quickly defeat the enemy." Wang Zhong said confidently.

The tank drove out of the division headquarters compound and started galloping down the street that was dyed red by the firelight.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the front, with silver-white hair that was particularly conspicuous under the firelight.

Wang Zhong: "Liu Xia! This way!"

Lyudmila saw the tank, ran over, and was pulled up by the children in the car.

As soon as she got on the turret, she gave Wang Zhong a passionate kiss.

Huh?
Is this, is this appropriate?

There were tears in the corners of Lyudmila's eyes. After the long kiss, she said: "The enemy tanks have entered the city from the northeast, and the Skitarii are fighting fiercely with them! Go for reinforcements! The Skitarii need reinforcements!"

Wang Zhong pressed Lyudmila's shoulders with both hands: "We are preparing to break out. Breaking through requires cutting off the rear troops."

Lyudmila was stunned: "Huh? You...don't care about them? Just like Loktov?"

This time Wang Zhong answered with certainty: "This is to preserve more troops. This is a troop that has come out of the trial of fire and sword, and it must be preserved. One day, this fire will become the weapon that destroys the common people." The prairie fire of the Lawson Empire.”

He had no more explanations, and Tank No. 422 did not stop advancing.

(End of this chapter)