artillery arc

Chapter 546 Rising
Wang Zhong commanded No. 422 - uh, No. 422 heavy rocket assault gun prototype, and drove forward along Tsar Avenue. He soon found that the road was blocked by the wreckage of T34 and large roadblocks.

So he decisively ordered the crew to turn left and turn into Potemkin Street.

There were also a lot of wreckage on Potemkin Street, but the traffic conditions were still good, after all, the Proson engineers had almost destroyed the anti-tank piles.

When the No. 422 assault gun with a red flag passed by, many people followed spontaneously.

When designing the parameters for this assault gun, Wang Zhong did not mention its mobility at all. He only required that it could reach the front line without breaking down. As a result, the prototype was much slower than the T34 and Vortex, but people could still keep up as long as they walked faster.

Wang Zhong had no choice but to wave his hands at the people following him: "Don't follow us! We are going to the front line!"

"We are going to the front line too, General!" someone responded loudly.

Wang Zhong had no choice but to give up. Just as he was about to give up, he saw a child who was probably less than ten years old in the crowd. He quickly pointed at the child and said, "Don't follow that child! Kid, it's too dangerous!"

Immediately, several hands grabbed the child and tried to pick him up and send him away.

The kid yelled, "I've killed more Plossom devils than you! Seriously!"

Others laughed: "He's still a little hero!"

Wang Zhong stared at the child's face and felt that what he said was true. Such a little guy must not be afraid of the battlefield, so it was useless to scare him.

Besides, it’s not good to force this little hero to go back.

So Wang Zhong said, "Is there still room in the battle room?"

"Yes, General!"

Wang Zhong: "Then stop the car and let the little hero get in! Sit in the battle room!"

Taking the child's safety and feelings into consideration, Wang Zhong felt that he was such a genius for a moment.

As soon as the order was given and the vehicle stopped, everyone lifted the child above their heads, brought him to the unnamed tank, and placed him directly on the roof of the fighting compartment.

The child turned his head and looked at the large gas tank rocket launcher behind the battle room: "What is this? A bomb?"

Wang Zhong: "A flying bomb, it can send the enemy and their bunkers into the sky later."

The child smiled and said, "That's great."

He looked at the words again and asked, "General, can I write the name of my friend who died?"

"Of course," Wang Zhong immediately reached into the tank, "Quick, give me the paint and brush."

Immediately, these two things were delivered to Wang Zhong.

He handed the things to the child, then patted the roof of the battle room: "Go ahead! Drive slower, let the child write well! Write it all down! People who harbor hatred are often ugly, but this time, justice is on our side. This is just revenge, glorious revenge, and there will be no innocent souls under the mushroom cloud!"

This 500mm thing will also create a mushroom cloud when it is fired, it's just smaller and there's no radiation.

Wang Zhong was not wrong.

Prototype vehicle No. 422 started again and drove very slowly, almost at the speed of a human walking.

The people following the chariot also moved forward at the standard speed, forming a human wave behind the chariot.

Wang Zhong tilted his head and watched the child write on the rocket: "Alyosha, Misha, Semyon..."

"Wait a minute, how many people's names do you want to write?" Wang Zhong couldn't help but ask.

The boy pulled a handful of military registration cards from his pocket.

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Are they all your neighbors and friends?"

"Well, there is also a mortal enemy." The child paused and asked, "Who is Yakov to the general?"

"My adjutant is a kind, honest, smart... a thoughtful and mature man. He may become a good father in the future."

Wang Zhong looked forward. Without switching to a bird's-eye view, he could see a window flashing at the end of the road. It should be a machine gun firing.

The crackling sound of gunfire reminded Wang Zhong of the city on New Year’s Eve before he traveled through time.

It would be great if those gunshots were firecrackers to drive away the Nian monster.

Wang Zhong waved away the sudden surge of homesickness. He was no longer the boy who had accomplished nothing in peacetime. He was a staunch secular fighter, Dawalishi.

The prototype vehicle rumbled forward, followed by a crowd of people holding rifles with their sharp bayonets pointed diagonally at the sky and red flags stained with blood flying overhead.

Someone on the radio called out: "Calling the approaching Red Flag vehicle, is this General Rokossov?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, I am Rokosov."

"Don't move forward. The remnants of the enemy battle group have occupied the Post Office Building and are fighting hard. There are three Type 34 Long Barrels in front of the building. We have already lost six T34s! We have already lost six Ts."

Wang Zhongqie confirmed the situation from his bird's-eye view. It was exactly as the unknown officer on the radio had reported. Hundreds of enemies were hiding in the post office building and fighting stubbornly. The three remaining long-barreled No. 4 tanks were arranged in a V-shape in front of the building, covering each other's weak points.

They were even angled to make it harder for anti-tank guns to penetrate their weak points.

Moreover, these long-barreled Type 4 tanks have additional armor, and their shape is closer to the later type Type 4 on Earth.

Wang Zhong first cut into the car's internal communication: "Attention, the enemy has a long-barreled Type 4 aimed at the corner ahead. When you go out, pay attention to the angle of exit and don't let your weak points be hit."

"Don't worry," the driver replied confidently, "There's no weak spot on the front of our vehicle. It's just a whole piece of armor plate, vortex and main gun. This vehicle doesn't even have a main gun."

The gunner replied, "My job as a gunner is just an easy job. I will go out and load rockets with the loader later."

Wang Zhong: “You still have to be careful from the side.”

"80mm!" the driver said, "Don't worry, we will go out diagonally and it will not penetrate." Wang Zhong nodded and turned on the radio: "Thank you for your notification. Don't worry, we will deal with the enemy who are resisting stubbornly. Let your soldiers find cover and don't be afraid. The fireworks will be a bit big later."

"This... General, we can solve the problem..."

"obey orders."

As soon as Wang Zhong put down the phone, the kid in the car patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're done."

Wang Zhong turned his head and saw a lot of densely packed words on the bomb.

He opened the hatch on the gunner's side and said, "Go down, kid. Let the gunner give you the scope so you can see clearly what happens to the enemy. See clearly what it means when the enemy rots and turns into mud."

The kid nodded, crawled into the cabin, and sat on the gunner's lap.

Gunner: "My goodness, you are the same age as my son, right? How many enemies have you killed?"

"Five." The kid said confidently, "There are also many booby traps buried under the enemy's bodies."

"Oh, that's great!" The gunner and the loader obviously didn't take it seriously and spoke in a tone like coaxing a child.

Only Wang Zhong thought that this kid might have really killed a lot of enemies.

He closed the hatch.

Driver: "About to turn the corner!"

Wang Zhong turned around and shouted to the soldiers who were following him: "Hide! Wait until we start firing before turning the corner! Hide!"

The officers and non-commissioned officers in the team hurriedly shouted: "Take cover! Wait for the general to fire first!"

Wang Zhong also wanted to shrink his head at first. Anyway, he had a bird's-eye view and shrinking his head would not affect his vision.

But after thinking about it, he felt that this looked too cowardly and had a bad effect on morale, so he maintained the posture of sticking his head out - fortunately, the hatch was designed to provide cover for the commander who was sticking his head out, so it was okay.

Prototype No. 422 first turned forty-five degrees and headed directly for the corner of the intersection, and when it drove out of the intersection, it was at an invincible angle.

An armor-piercing bullet hit the front armor with a bang, and was directly bounced off and hit the building opposite the corner, then exploded in the building, shattering all the windows.

Wang Zhong shrank his neck and looked back at the second-floor window that was still smoking.

It is worthy of being a 75mm armor-piercing grenade, and the aftereffect looks good.

At this time, another shell hit the side of the prototype vehicle, but was also bounced off by the 80mm angled side armor and hit the wall.

Moreover, it seemed that the fuse of this warhead was damaged and it did not explode.

The prototype vehicle that rushed out of the intersection immediately straightened its body and faced Proshen's three No. 4 vehicles with its invincible front.

Wang Zhong looked down from his perspective and checked the distance: "320 meters, can we open fire?"

"Sure. How come you can measure distance so quickly?"

I'm cheating.

Wang Zhong: "Target 320 meters, fire!"

"Wait a minute, turn the plane up and down! OK! Fire!"

The gunner didn't know what he hit, but Wang Zhong heard a burning sound behind his head. When he turned around, he saw the rocket rising into the sky.

Then the gunpowder gases produced by the rocket jet engulfed him.

He could only look down and watch the bright thing rise into the sky, draw an elegant arc and fall towards the post office building occupied by the enemy.

The thing crashed into a third-story window on the building.

Nothing happened in the first second.

The next moment, a violent explosion engulfed the entire building in an instant.

From a bird's-eye view, the shock wave spread out like ripples, sweeping across the entire street in a second.

This scene is exactly the same as an atomic bomb explosion, except that there is no initial light radiation to ignite the flammable materials.

The shock wave destroyed all the windows on the street and blew away everything that could be blown away.

The three Type 4 tanks parked in front of the post office building were overturned to the ground, and one of them even had its turret falling out.

A huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground and gradually changed in the air, from bright white to dark red, and finally completely extinguished, turning into a gray cloud of smoke.

Wang Zhong's physical vision was restored at this time, because the shock wave of the explosion had blew away the gunpowder smoke from the rocket.

As soon as he switched back, he saw the half-opened signboard of the Post Office Building inserted in front of the prototype car, still swaying back and forth.

The only thing on the radio that made the comment was, "Wow." by the kid who had just entered the tank.

In an instant, the battlefield fell silent.

Even the gunfire several blocks away stopped, and everyone was wondering what was happening.

Wang Zhongxin wondered if I should give an order?
At this time, he saw a dusty man coming out of the building opposite the post office, holding up a pistol: "Follow me! Hurrah!"

Then a large group of dusty-looking people appeared like a refresh in the game, holding rifles with bayonets fixed: "Ura!"

Stimulated by the shout, Wang Zhong heard a deafening "Ura" sound behind him. A large number of dusty troops rushed out from the corner and rushed towards the enemy like a tidal wave.

(End of this chapter)