artillery arc

Chapter 544: Forward, Davarish

When Wang Zhong walked out of the ground, a company of soldiers were gathering. They were all stunned when they saw him appear.

The military chaplain was mobilizing the troops and was stunned when he saw Wang Zhong coming out.

Wang Zhong went straight to the small platform where the priest was giving a speech. When he got up to the platform, he made a "please" gesture and politely invited the priest to come down before he stood on the platform himself.

It is called a platform, but in fact it is just a few ammunition boxes put together and covered with two wooden boards.

Wang Zhong scanned the entire company from the platform and said, "I don't know which unit you are from. The Army Chief of Staff should have ordered all the troops that can go to the front to join the battle. You may be cooks or mechanics, but it doesn't matter.

"At this moment, you have only one identity: Ante Warrior, my dear Davarish. I will join you in launching a counterattack against the Prosen people."

A non-commissioned officer stepped forward and shouted, "You can't go! Leave it to us!"

Wang Zhong smiled: "Don't worry, I am much tougher than you. The Grim Reaper is an old acquaintance of mine. He has failed to defeat me several times, and he will continue to be defeated by me. Give me a submachine gun."

The sergeant immediately handed his pistol to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong picked up the submachine gun, skillfully checked the ammunition and the chamber, and finally pulled the trigger to load the gun.

At this time, there was a whistling sound in the sky, which was obviously flying from the opposite bank and falling towards the city.

Wang Zhong: "The artillery's smoke bombs are coming. Everyone, listen to my command. Turn right! Run! Go!"

The company marched in orderly steps and ran forward.

Wang Zhong got off the stage and ran forward with the company.

The soldiers all saw it, and their eyes changed from surprise at first to fanaticism.

Shells continued to fall, and smoke even came with the wind from between the buildings, spreading to Tsar Street which had been blocked by tank wreckage.

Potemkin Street was already filled with smoke. When the company ran through the final line of defense at the street corner, the soldiers on guard joked, "Why did you put up the red flag? Didn't I hear that the general's guards division was nearby?"

People generally call the 1st Guards Red Banner Mechanized Infantry Division the "General's Guards Division."

Wang Zhong stopped and said to the two chatterboxes, "Because I'm here."

The soldier who spoke widened his eyes, and quickly stood up to attention and saluted: "General!"

Wang Zhong: "Call your company commander."

The company commander came running over: "General!"

Wang Zhong: "Leave behind those who are operating the heavy weapons, and let the rest of you engage in the counterattack."

Company Commander: "Yes! Except for those operating heavy weapons, everyone else will engage in counterattack!"

Wang Zhong didn't even bother to see how the order was being executed. He simply crossed the defense line with his submachine gun and rushed into the smoke.

Nicholas followed behind him, carrying a red flag, and glanced at the people on the defense line as he rushed into the smoke.

The soldier who had just spoken looked at his teammates, then they howled together, climbed over the breastwork made of sandbags, and rushed towards the smoke, waving their weapons.

At the same time, the news that "the general personally charged" spread like the wind throughout the entire front line, along with the order: "Except for the heavy weapons operators, everyone will fight back!"

At first, there was only a little sound, like a spark, and in the blink of an eye, the whole city was shouting: Hura!

Someone was shouting, "Forward, Davarish!"

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The commander of the Prosen battle group initially thought that the Ants' artillery bombardment was intended to kill friendly forces as well as their own troops.

When smoke covered the street, he suddenly realized that the situation was not good.

Rokossov's first battle was to use smoke to cover the area before charging his infantry in hand-to-hand combat. He was very good at taking advantage of the elite troops in hand-to-hand combat.

As expected, Rokossov left elite guards by his side, and now he plans to use the same old trick again!

A deafening "hula" sound pierced through the smoke.

Hoffman: "Rokossov must not know that we have developed corresponding tactics to counter his tactics."

He picked up the microphone and ordered via radio: "Everyone retreat behind the flamethrower tanks, flamethrower tanks, create a burning belt in front of the troops!"

"Yes!"

When Hoffman put down the microphone, the flamethrower tank in the front had already opened fire.

The flames shot into the smoke, and the wind generated by the high temperature also blew away some of the smoke.

More flamethrower tanks opened fire, and the entire street was covered in flames.

The deafening sound of "Ura" also rushed forward.

Hoffman smiled and said, "Stop in front of this sea of ​​fire! Even the most deafening Ula will be destroyed by the flames!"

After he started laughing, others also started laughing. The entire Prosen line was filled with laughter, as if as long as they laughed loud enough, they could drown out the deafening Ulla.

The next moment, a row of people covered in flames emerged from the smoke!
The fire ignited their thick uniforms, devoured their hair, and even burned their faces.

But they continued to shout "Ura" and rushed towards Hoffmann, firing.

The bullets hit Hoffman's tank. Perhaps because the shooter was covered in flames and could not aim, so many bullets did not hit Hoffman.

However, the huge shock still made this experienced Junkers officer retract his body into the tank, leaving only the part above his eyes exposed, looking at the group of fiery tanks in horror.

The other Proson soldiers were equally shocked. They had never seen such a steel-like fighting will, and had never thought they would encounter such a scene.

The smiles froze on their faces, and even though PPSh's bullets took the lives of their comrades, no one thought of opening fire.

The most elite warriors of the Proson Empire are now stunned.

They just stared with wide eyes as the Ant warrior rushed over and opened his arms to hug them.

As long as you are hugged, the fire will burn over you.

The Ante warrior turned the flames on his body into a weapon.

Screams suddenly filled the entire front line.

The Prosons screamed. The morale of the Prosons collapsed at this moment. All the Prosons turned around and ran away, abandoning the tanks and armored vehicles that needed their protection.

The tank driver on the tank was relatively calm and thought of opening fire to block the attack.

But the smoke obscured the range of fire.

More Ants rushed over and threw Molotov cocktails directly onto the tank's radiator grille.

Some Ants also rushed to the tank, climbed on top, opened the lid, and fired at the inside.

The bullets entered the tank and immediately began to ricochet repeatedly, and soon there was no one alive in the entire vehicle.

The morale of the Proshen tankmen also collapsed, and they began to reverse at full speed, which resulted in them catching up with the Proshen soldiers who had not yet run away, and crushing all those who still maintained their fighting will.

There was also a Plossen tank that panicked and hit a friendly armored vehicle while retreating, and its tracks broke and got stuck on it.

No Prosen could escape unscathed from this chaos.

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When Wang Zhong saw the flamethrower tank opening fire, he directly grabbed the people around him and asked them to slow down, but at this time he could not stop the attack.

So he could only watch as the soldiers rushed towards the enemy in the sea of ​​fire.

From his bird's-eye view, he could clearly see the soldiers' final glorious burning of their lives.

At this time, the fake Ant man's mind rang with the song of his homeland:

The hero jumped out of the trench

A flash of lightning split the sky. Split the sky.

The ground is sinking, I stand alone to stop it; the sky is falling, I hold up with one hand.

With feet wading through blazing fire, your whole body is covered in a rainbow of glitter!
How could this song be so suitable?

Wang Zhong quickened his pace. He wanted to kill a few damn Proson devils with his own hands, otherwise he would not be able to express the heroic spirit in his heart.

But in front of him, the bright red spots were extinguishing one after another like the receding tide.

If you look closely, not every enemy was killed, but all of them had lost their will to fight and all knelt on the ground, surrendering their weapons.

Wang Zhong rushed for a long time and finally saw several living Proson soldiers, but none of them had red highlights.

The moment they met Wang Zhong, these people knelt down, raised their submachine guns high, and shouted something.

Wang Zhong was so angry that he kicked him: "Fuck you, why are you surrendering so quickly!"

Gregory rushed over and kicked the submachine gun that fell to the ground away.

Yakov also emerged from the smoke and said, "They surrendered! General, this is just a lieutenant, maybe we can get some information from him!"

Nicholas, the flag bearer, and the radio operator who appeared out of nowhere also appeared.

The radio operator was stunned when he saw Wang Zhong: "Huh? I followed the battalion commander? Where is the battalion commander?"

Wang Zhong: "Now follow me and give me the receiver."

The radio operator immediately handed the microphone to Wang Zhong - this high-power radio produced in the United States has a microphone like a telephone.

"Hey, Pavlov, the counterattack was very successful..."

At this time, a Proson person came on the channel and was talking about something.

Wang Zhong patted Yakov on the shoulder and said, "Listen to what you are saying."

Yakov listened for a few seconds and his face changed drastically: "The Prosons are calling for an artillery attack! They said Rokossov has sent in elite troops to fight back!"

At this time, a whistling sound was heard in the sky, which was obviously not the artillery fire from Ant's army.

Wang Zhong immediately lay on the ground in a defensive posture.

Gregory rushed over, grabbed Wang Zhong, and dragged him to the wreckage of a tank: "Go in!"

Wang Zhong crawled under the tank, still maintaining his anti-gun posture. Gregory followed him in.

The shells were already falling, but had not yet hit where Wang Zhong and the others were.

Judging from the direction, these shells fell on the fleeing Plosson troops.

Wang Zhong shouted to Yakov from under the tank: "Stop listening to the enemy's communications and come here quickly!"

Only then did Yakov put down the receiver and pulled the radio operator towards the wreckage of another tank.

At this time, artillery shells fell one after another around Wang Zhong, and the familiar earth-shaking sound came.

For a moment, Wang Zhong even felt that there was no need to launch a counterattack, and that cannons would be enough to defeat the enemy.

The negative pressure caused by the shelling made Wang Zhong's ears very uncomfortable and his head buzzed.

After an unknown amount of time, the shelling finally stopped.

Wang Zhong could not hear any sound except the tinnitus, but he could tell from the ground that the bombardment had ended that it had stopped.

Gregory crawled out first, turned around and pulled Wang Zhong out.

The enemy's artillery fire dispersed the smoke, allowing the view to become clear.

Wang Zhong saw a black cat crawling out from under the wreckage of the tank and standing on the rubble-filled street looking at him.

Gregory cursed, "A black cat appearing at a time like this is not a good sign! Get lost!"

The black cat cried out, jumped onto the wreckage of the tank, leaped high into the air, landed on the second floor of a roadside building, and quickly disappeared.

Wang Zhong's gaze was guided by the black cat and finally looked up at the sky.

Another flock of cranes flew across the sky.

(End of this chapter)