artillery arc

Chapter 547 Destruction
In fact, Wang Zhong knew that at this time there were no Prosen people with the will to resist in the post office building.

After being hit by a bullet, I guess he would have a concussion even if he is still alive.

But since everyone is so enthusiastic, it doesn’t seem good to spoil the fun.

After the wave submerged the surviving Prosons, Wang Zhong urged, "Quick, come out and reload. This thing needs to be reloaded, right?"

"Yes." The gunner and loader all climbed out of the prototype vehicle, opened the ammunition storage room at the back, unfolded the vehicle's built-in small crane, and began loading.

Damn it, how come even this extremely troublesome loading process is the same as that of Earth’s Tiger assault gun?

However, Wang Zhong reflected on himself and realized that when he made the request, he did so based on the Tiger assault gun, so it was normal that the final product was somewhat similar.

It’s just that the Tiger assault gun is more afraid of being hit head-on by the huge muzzle, but this prototype vehicle has no such worry at all.

While the members were reloading, a major ran over and saluted Wang Zhong: "Report to the general! The last remnants of the enemy Hoffman battle group have been eliminated! We have captured a small number of prisoners, but they seem unable to be interrogated at the moment."

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry about this, leave it to the Inquisition. In order to prevent the enemy from using such elite group pig-rush tactics again, we need to set up a solid defense line. I think the cafe over there is good. If we set up two machine guns, we can control the entire street."

The major glanced back and nodded, "Indeed, I'll set up a machine gun firing point inside."

Wang Zhong: "Anti-tank guns must also be prepared. The enemy's armored forces are still very strong."

"Yes. Any other instructions?"

Wang Zhong thought about it and shook his head: "No more. I was ranked last in the Military Academy, you all know that."

The major laughed. "We do. But now you are our best general! A magician on the battlefield!"

Wang Zhong: "If I were a magician, I wouldn't have sacrificed so many people. I just took advantage of the terrain, climate, and a little bit of advanced awareness, that's all. Go and do your mission. I'll finish reloading here and move on."

The major saluted, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he pointed ahead and said, "The enemy's current tactics are to establish a series of tactical support points, and then use the support points as the core to attack us."

Wang Zhong: "That's great. We can take down their support points one by one. You organize a platoon of soldiers to cover our advance."

Actually, it is not necessary. Wang Zhong needs to be highlighted so that you can tell at a glance whether there are enemies or not.

But the appearance still needs to be done.

Major: "Understood! I can also send a guide to you..."

"I'll do it!" The kid, who was concentrating on watching the bullets being loaded, turned his head suddenly. "I know this city very well! I even know the sewers!"

Wang Zhong patted the child on the shoulder: "We have the most reliable little guide!"

The major looked at Wang Zhong in surprise. He carefully examined the child's clothes and smiled, "Is he the child of a worker who maintains the sewers? Then he should be very familiar with a certain area of ​​the city, but..."

Child: "I ride my bike all over the city because I deliver milk and newspapers for the church. No one knows the city better than me."

Wang Zhong: "Trust our little soldier, Major Davarish. Follow the order."

"Yes."

Soon, a platoon of soldiers gathered next to the prototype vehicle, and the major dug out four jeeps from the ruins from somewhere and gave them to the soldiers.

Wang Zhong: "You guys take the radios, and one squad will be in the front to scout, and stay no more than 500 meters away from us."

Because my highlight is 2500 meters, if you run too far I won't be able to take care of you and something bad may happen.

"The other two squads drive behind us. Remember, the front of this prototype vehicle is very reliable. It is designed to withstand the enemy's PAK40 anti-tank gun advancing to 500 meters and launching rockets. Don't think of using your fragile bodies to block the shells for me. There is no need." Wang Zhong warned seriously.

"Got it, General. We all saw your vehicle deflect the enemy's shells." The platoon leader grinned. "Great! Why didn't this thing come this morning?"

The gunner who was loading the ammunition said, "It was just built. His Majesty said it was needed here, so it was sent here. This vehicle didn't run very far on the test field. We are all worried that it will break down after running on the battlefield. That would be embarrassing for His Majesty."

Wang Zhong: "Then pray to the Omnissiah."

"What are you praying for?" the gunner and loader looked confused.

Wang Zhong shrugged: "Hurry up and finish reloading!"

"It's done, it's done." The gunner said as he closed the lid of the ammunition storage box and gestured to the loader.

The loader immediately crawled through the hatch like a gymnast and entered the tank.

The gunner also got into the hatch and looked back at the little "guide": "Aren't you coming in?"

"I need to give directions and write names on the bombs."

Wang Zhong: “Haven’t you finished writing yet?”

"All these military registration tags I have are those that I didn't have time to return to the church. I collected two batches yesterday and the day before yesterday. How can I write them all, General? How can I write them all?" The child muttered as he picked up the brush and began to paint on the rocket.

Wang Zhong took a deep breath and ordered, "Let's go to the nearest enemy support point."

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Major Rozelle took over the command of the 580th Infantry Regiment of Plosson's Army, and their regimental headquarters was located in a sturdy telephone exchange.

There was also Ant's special equipment on the roof of the telephone office, which seemed to be called a sound array. When the 580th Infantry Regiment reported to the higher authorities, they only replied that a large number of sound arrays had been seized and there was no need to hand in new ones.

Relying on the telephone office, the 580th Regiment has been trying to clear May Cinco de Mayo Street, Labor Day Street, and the surrounding intricate alleys in the past few days, but the Ante people keep appearing in waves. The houses that were cleared yesterday will have new Ante fighters hiding the next day, ready to kill the Proson soldiers with PPSh and grenades at any time.

The Ante soldiers would even hide in the fire-damaged rooms, lying next to the charred bodies, just to drag a few Proson soldiers with them. This was a tactic that Major Rozel had never encountered before.

It's a complete exchange of life. As long as every Ant person is not killed, they will keep popping up.

Major Rozelle even saw Ant's children pretending to beg for food and throwing grenades among the Plosson soldiers who were having a meal.

Major Rozelle was amazed at their contempt for life, as if their lives were only for one thing: revenge on the Plossans.

Major Rozelle once questioned a captured Ante fighter who finally tried to detonate a grenade, but it failed.

Rozelle asked him, "You died meaninglessly like this, and in the end you only became medals for the generals!"

The soldier spat and said contemptuously, "So what? When the war started, my twin daughters were just born. I went to get the birth certificate, but when I came back, they were killed by you, along with my wife, my father and my mother.

"Let the generals take their medals if they want. Fuck you, I just want to kill you all, all of you!"

Major Rozelle didn't know how to face Ant's angry father.

He said: "If we don't attack, you will attack, so this is a preventive war..."

"Maybe, but you attacked first, you massacred civilians first, so when you are massacred in the future, don't fucking ask us for mercy." The soldier paused and sneered, "General Rokossov is still too merciful. He didn't let us massacre the surrendered people. In my opinion, you should all die."

Finally, Major Rozelle ordered the soldier to be shot on the spot.

He saw a possibility in this man, a possibility that made him uneasy.

After Prosom's defeat, the Ante army, filled with rage for revenge, invaded Prosom's territory. Who knows what terrible things will happen.

Are there any living people in Prosent?

Therefore, this war cannot be lost, and Rozelle tried hard to instill this idea into the soldiers under his command.

Perhaps it is this belief that has allowed the soldiers to hold on until now in the bloody mincing.

Without defeating Ant, Proson has no future.

Then at noon that day, a terrible vision appeared.

A new sun rises above the ground.

The huge mushroom cloud could be seen clearly even from such a distance.

By the time the shock wave reached the telephone exchange, it had lost its power, but Major Rozelle, who had witnessed many explosions, immediately realized how powerful the shock wave was when it was first generated.

The phone rang.

During this period, the phone calls with the division headquarters have been intermittent.

Rozelle immediately picked up the phone: "580th Regiment!"

"Did you see that mushroom cloud? What is that?" asked the commander.

"I don't know." This was the only answer from Rozel. "We don't know what it is. It could be Ant's secret weapon, or it could simply be a bomb with a very high yield. The explosive yield could be more than 500 kilograms."

The division commander was silent for a few seconds, then said, "We have intercepted Ante's radio communication. Rokossov has come forward in person. You have anti-tank guns, kill him!"

After saying this, the commander hung up the phone.

Rozelle was shocked and returned the receiver to the operator with a serious expression.

Reporter: "What did the division commander order?"

Rozelle: "We are asked to kill Rokossov."

"What? Even with so many people in the Hoffman battle group, they can't do it. We've already lost half of our regiment. How is that possible?"

Before Rozel could answer, someone rushed in to report: "Look! A heavily armored unit of the enemy we have never seen before has appeared! With a red flag!"

Rozelle immediately looked out the window and saw a sturdy, heavily armored vehicle coming towards him with a red flag hanging on its antenna.

He picked up the telescope and saw the tactical number 422 painted on the vehicle. The commander hiding behind the tank hatch saw that there was indeed a star player!
Rokossov!

Rozelle: "Quick, all anti-tank guns, aim at that car! Fire! Shoot as fast as you can!"

The order was quickly executed. In fact, before he gave the order, the elite anti-tank artillery crew had already realized what the most threatening target was and turned their guns around.

Armor-piercing bullets hit the bulky armored vehicle one after another, but were all bounced away by the front armor that was tilted at a large angle.

The car drove to a distance of 500 meters.

Then, a "new star" rose from behind the car, trailing smoke and falling towards the building where Rozelle was.

He watched as the thing smashed through the nearby window, slammed into the floor, and penetrated to the floor below—probably the floor below the floor below the floor below.

The next moment, the floor arched up, and after breaking through the torque limit, the steel frame, wood and other things that made up the floor erupted upward together.

Flames engulfed Rozelle.

A remaining photo was blown up by the wind, burned up in the air, and turned into flying sparks.

(End of this chapter)