artillery arc

Chapter 545: Memorial for the Forgotten

Wang Zhong retracted his gaze and saw Gregory standing not far in front of him, looking down at the corpse on the ground.

His chest tightened and he rushed to Gregory and looked down.

Yakov and the radio operator lay on the ground, looking at the sky with their eyes open.

It appears that he did not reach the wreckage of the tank.

Gregory: "I told you, seeing a black cat is not a good sign."

Wang Zhong took a step forward, squatted down and looked at Yakov's face.

In an instant, Wang Zhong remembered many things.

"Do you remember in which month he took over Vasily's shift?" Wang Zhong asked. "I can't quite remember."

Gregory: "August 17th. I remember it very clearly."

Wang Zhong looked down at his palms and said, "September, October... It's less than two months, but I feel like he has been by my side for many, many years."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong touched Yakov's chest, found the location of the diary, opened the button of his pocket, and pulled out the book.

I opened the first page of the diary and it read: "August 8, fine weather. Today I will serve as General Rokossov's adjutant, and I am very nervous. I asked Natalia to check my outfit carefully several times to make sure I leave a good impression on the general."

Wang Zhong read slowly, and the scene of that day appeared in his mind again.

At this time, someone shouted: "General, General! We have repelled the attack of the Proson battle group, and we were originally fighting with them... General?"

Wang Zhong stood up, closed his diary, and nodded to the person who came to report: "Go on."

The man looked at the body on the ground and pinched the bullet on his chest awkwardly: "Uh, how about I wait a moment, maybe..."

Wang Zhong: "Gregory, sort out Yakov's belongings and keep his military registration card."

"Yes." Gregory immediately leaned over and began to touch Yakov's pockets.

Wang Zhong looked at the person who came to report: "Report the situation."

"The counterattack was very successful, but the enemy's artillery bombardment prevented us from continuing to attack the enemy, but it also led to the enemy's total retreat. The enemies who were not attacked were all blown away by the artillery. At present, they are stopped two blocks away from Potemkin Street."

Wang Zhong: "Arrange ground guidance, and we will bomb them too."

"It might cause accidental injury..."

Wang Zhong: "Our troops have been broken up into smaller units. Even if there are any casualties, it will only be a few combat groups. Arrange artillery fire!"

After the order was given, he suddenly remembered that he could actually see the coordinates, so he switched to a bird's-eye view and found the enemy at the edge of the view.

Wang Zhong lowered his head and asked Gregory: "Is the radio still usable?"

Gregory handed over the radio, microphone and backpack: "Try it."

Wang Zhong took it, fiddled with it for a bit, and then heard the urgent call of the Proson people from the receiver.

Although he didn't understand, Wang Zhong felt that the Proson people were quite anxious.

He shouted directly into the microphone: "Sukabulie, wait for my artillery fire, and then you all get up to the sky!"

He threw down the radio and yelled, "Call a radio operator right now! Immediately, right now!"

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The commander of the 30th Army of Proson held the radio and said, "What did you say? You have tanks, armored vehicles, and flamethrower tanks specialized for urban warfare, but you were defeated by a pure infantry charge?"

The person on the radio was shouting anxiously, "They're crazy! They must be on drugs! The kind of stimulants from the Imperial Academy of Sciences! I saw it with my own eyes, they were all on fire, but they still bravely moved forward! Only drugs can have this effect!"

Commander of the 30th Army: "I don't believe it! If they had this drug, they would have taken it long ago. Also, it's impossible for someone to continue charging after being set on fire. Humans have an instinct to avoid harm!"

"This is the truth! Commander, we are going to fail! Let's start retreating now. We can still save some troops if we retreat now!"

Commander: "No, I think you are justifying your cowardice. Where is Hoffman? Where is Hoffman's Nof? I want to talk to him!"

"Commodore Hoffman has..."

The conversation was interrupted by a loud voice yelling in Ant language, but the commander of the 30th Army couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

He immediately turned around and asked the adjutant who was also wearing headphones: "What is this Ant talking about?"

"He said that when his artillery fire arrives, he will send us all into the sky."

The commander thought for a moment, then took the microphone and asked, "Who is General Ant speaking?"

After saying this, he signaled to his adjutant with his eyes.

The adjutant immediately translated into Ant language.

However, no answer came - the speaker had thrown the radio away.

The commander of the 30th Army thought for a moment and asked his adjutant: "Do you think it is possible that this is Rokossov himself? Is it because he led the charge that the enemy troops have such fighting spirit?"

The army chief of staff frowned: "The commander of the front personally led the charge? No, no, that's impossible." "A hundred years ago, Bagration also personally led the Rifle Corps to charge, forcibly defeated the Carolingian Army, and allowed the Ante troops to escape. Otherwise, the conqueror would have captured the Tsar alive there, and there would have been no great defeat in Yeburg later."

After the commander finished speaking, the staff officers looked at each other, and at this moment, the sound of an artillery shell exploding was heard.

The commander listened and said, "It looks like the bomb hit the Hoffman battle group - maybe it shouldn't be called the Hoffman battle group. So, do you think it was Rokossov himself?"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, the chief of staff spoke on behalf of everyone: "No matter if it is true or not, it will be right to fire again according to the coordinates of the last call for shelling."

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When the enemy's second artillery attack came, Wang Zhong had already withdrawn from Potemkin Street and set up his own temporary command post at the intersection.

Every car that drives out of the river tunnel can see the red flag fluttering in the wind.

Every troop passing through here on its way to the front would know that General Rokossov was here, not in the safety of the bunker.

Wang Zhong looked at Potemkin Street which was bombed again and said to Gregory: "The enemy probably guessed that I came out in person. Maybe someone saw me. It's a pity that I can't leave the front line now, otherwise I would definitely fly a plane to scout the enemy's artillery positions and give them a good job."

He paused, and then noticed that Gregory was holding an oil-paper bag, so he asked, "Is this Yakov's relic?"

"Yes, it's all in there. Photos, an unfinished letter, and a locket."

Wang Zhong took the paper bag with both hands and squeezed the contents.

"You can take a look," Gregory said. "Yakov won't mind."

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and said, "Yakov is just one of the many soldiers who died under my command. I shouldn't give him special treatment."

Gregory: "He is still someone close to you. I think there is nothing wrong in expressing a little more grief for someone close to you. It may also be a little selfish of me. I hope that if I die one day, you can also spend a little more time to commemorate me."

Wang Zhong stared at Gregory for a while and nodded: "I will."

Then he opened the oil paper package, looked at the relics inside, and found a book called "General Rokossov's Life Record".

When I opened this record, I found that it described Wang Zhong's behavior in the tone of a novel. The title of the first chapter was "On the Ship to Barras."

"This guy."

Wang Zhong himself did not realize that his expression was unusually gentle, even a little sentimental.

At this moment, a brand new heavy armored vehicle drove out of the tunnel. When it saw the red flag, it stopped immediately, opened its hatch, and the commander came out and shouted, "General! General Rokossov!"

Wang Zhong looked up and was stunned when he saw the heavy armored vehicle.

"What the hell?" he asked subconsciously.

After asking, he glanced at the launch track on the back of the battle room and asked, "Is this a gas tank launcher?"

The commander jumped out of the vehicle and saluted Wang Zhong: "My name is Alexi Vasilyevich, and I am the commander of this prototype test vehicle! This is the special armored vehicle for urban obstacle-breaking that you requested. The front is a whole piece of armor plate, and the side of the fighting compartment is 80 mm thick! It is basically immune to attacks in the front hemisphere, and the back is a specially developed 500 mm rocket launcher."

Wang Zhong: “How many millimeters?”

"500mm! The enemy and their bunkers are as ridiculous in front of this thing."

Wang Zhong climbed onto the rocket car and stroked the huge rocket, his mouth wide open: "This looks awesome. Come, bring me paint and a small brush. I want to write on it."

Because there were logistics units everywhere nearby, Wang Zhong's order was executed immediately.

Wang Zhong took a small brush, dipped it in blood-red paint, and wrote on the rocket: Revenge for the heroic Yakov.

After writing it, he looked at it and added three exclamation marks.

After doing this, he ordered: "Paint the number 422 on this car and hang a red flag on the antenna! I want to personally verify the quality of this car!"

The gunner who was looking out from the top of the fighting room cheered immediately.

The commander said with a bitter face: "Although I knew this would be the result, but... never mind, your request that you command the first shot is also reasonable."

Wang Zhong got into the tank and looked at the tactical number refreshed by the logistics soldier.

At the same time, the red flag that Nicholas was carrying was taken down from the flagpole and fixed on the radio antenna.

When everything was ready, Wang Zhong picked up the microphone and said, "Everyone, listen up. I'm Rokossov. Forward! We will go straight to the front line!"

"Okay, I can't wait!"

The engine roared and large amounts of black smoke belched out of the exhaust pipe.

The strange-looking monster roared and accelerated slowly but unstoppably.

Wang Zhong stood in the driver's seat, looking ahead, and thought to himself, this is still the way to go.

Not long after the car started, he heard someone calling him from behind. He turned around and saw Pavlov's bald head. The chief of staff ran and shouted, "Come back! Sukabulie! The situation was too critical just now, so I asked you to charge in person. Come back!"

Wang Zhong: "When you let this car drive out of the tunnel, didn't you think about this situation?"

Pavlov stopped and looked over here. Even from such a distance one could feel his helplessness.

(End of this chapter)