artillery arc

Chapter 565 Victory
The surrender ceremony is here.

Popov was expressing his dissatisfaction: "What do you mean? If it was last winter, I could understand that you felt that General Winter defeated you. But this year we won the victory by fighting desperately. Do you know how bad the situation was when we first came here?"

Wang Zhong patted Popov on the shoulder: "Don't be like that, I guess it's Admiral Frederick..."

"It's a marshal." The head of the surrender delegation said, "He was promoted to marshal yesterday."

Wang Zhong: "Well, Marshal Frederick probably wants to use his own death to exchange for the safety of the families of those of you who surrendered, right?"

Everyone in the delegation looked ashamed.

"Look, you'll understand from their expressions." Wang Zhong patted Popov's shoulder again, and then said to the delegation, "As the invaded party, we will not erect a monument for any invader, but I promise that the marshal's body will be returned to his hometown and handed over to his relatives after the war."

The head of the delegation was touched: "You are different from the rumors. You are a soldier with a sense of honor."

Just as Wang Zhong was about to answer, the signalman Prossen came over with a radio: "Captain, the marshal said..."

The following words turned into whispers. Wang Zhong could hear them but could not understand them.

Reporter Mike smiled and said, "General, congratulations, you are about to accept the surrender of a marshal."

Wang Zhong: "He's not dead? Is there something wrong with the gun or something?"

Mike shrugged: "I don't know."

At this time, the head of the delegation said to Wang Zhong with an embarrassed look on his face: "General, the marshal... the marshal wants to surrender to you at his own headquarters, what do you think..."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, but you are now a defeated general. I will go to the headquarters to accept the surrender of the marshal alone."

Popov: "This is not good, we are the winners!"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, so I will ride in my tank, carrying my red flag, and the tank will roar and crush the corpses and helmets along the way. I will also select a brave Abawahan citizen representative to ride on the tank with us. The little Griff who served as my guide that day is a good one. He is also..."

Wang Zhong hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Is he still alive?"

Popov: "Let me ask, this kind of child likes to run around everywhere, and the parish priest of his parish doesn't know whether he is alive or not."

"I'm here!" Little Griff emerged from the crowd and raised his hands high. "I'm here!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay! As a representative of the brave citizens of Abavahan, you will sit on my tank and go to the headquarters of the Sixth Army of Plosson to accept the surrender of Marshal Frederick."

Pavlov: "Your tanks will be ready in twenty minutes. Now let's hold the surrender ceremony. Have you brought the flag of the Sixth Army and the flags and insignia of the subordinate divisions?"

Head of the delegation: "Bring it. Here it is."

"Very good, these will all be sent to the Ant War Museum as trophies. Maybe a special...Patriotic War Museum will be established in the future." While Pavlov was speaking, Mike's partner was taking pictures of these things non-stop, and the officer of the front's propaganda department was filming next to them with a camera.

Wang Zhong: "Should we sign the surrender document?"

Pavlov: "We have already written a surrender letter, you must accept it in full, otherwise we will set up our battle formation and fight again."

The team leader hesitated to speak and finally just nodded.

It looked like his self-esteem was seriously damaged.

Wang Zhong: "There is an old saying in Seris that a defeated general cannot talk about bravery. You guys should take care of yourself."

When the translator came across that ancient saying, he frowned: "How...how should this ancient saying be translated?"

Mike: “Let me do it.”

After he translated, the Prosen people looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, the leader said awkwardly, "Thank you for your teachings. We understand. We will accept all your conditions."

Pavlov pointed to the table that had been prepared long ago and said, "Then sign it."

……

Ten minutes later, a T10W tank with tactical number 422 arrived at the surrender site. A red flag that had always followed Wang Zhong in battle was hung on the tank's antenna, and the infantry on the tank also held a red flag.

Wang Zhong asked in confusion: "What's the matter with the other red flag?"

"It was presented by all the factory workers on May 5," the soldier carrying the flag said proudly, "The workers thank you for successfully defending their hometown."

Wang Zhong climbed onto the tank and looked at the new red flag carefully: "Good, very good."

The soldier added: "General, the workers hope that this flag can be planted on a landmark building in Prothenia. I asked them what building it was, and they said they didn't know and would let you plant it as you see fit."

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "Okay, I will plant this flag at the highest point of the Plosson Palace."

After that, he turned around, carried little Griff to the top of the tank, pointed to the vacant commander's position and said, "Do you want to try to be the commander?"

"Isn't this your place?" Little Griff asked curiously.

Wang Zhong: "This is a position for heroes! You may not be qualified to be called an Ante hero in terms of military exploits, but in my opinion, you are the representative of all heroes, and it is only natural for you to sit here!"

Little Griff smiled and climbed into the tank, but soon discovered that he couldn't get his head out if he stood inside, so he had to sit on the edge of the canopy.

Then Wang Zhong turned around and confirmed that reporter Mike and the accompanying guards were on other tanks. Then he patted the turret hatch and said, "Let's go!"

"Got it!" The driver's loud voice cut through the roar of the engine.

The tanks started up, black smoke spewed from the exhaust pipes, and the tracks pressed into the snow, leaving deep ruts. On May 5th, the streets were full of people, and ordinary people came out of their hiding places and hugged their surviving neighbors.

Others were throwing stones at the Plossom soldiers, crying as they did so.

Finally, someone noticed number 422.

“It’s a red flag!”

"The young man in the car has three general stars!"

"It's Admiral Rokossov!"

"General Rokossov!"

Wang Zhong smiled and waved to the people.

Suddenly, a little girl rushed over with a bunch of flowers, holding the bouquet high and running after the tank.

Wang Zhong bent down and took the bouquet - then found out that they were fake flowers. How could there be real flowers at this time?

He held the fake bouquet to his chest and said to the girl, "Thank you, little girl!"

More girls rushed out and threw flowers made of handkerchiefs onto the tank, and some threw gifts directly into the open driver's hatch - the largest opening on the front of the tank.

The men shouted, "Hurrah!"

More and more children ran after the tank. Some of them knew Little Griff and shouted, "Little Griff, how did you get on it? Why?"

Wang Zhong: "Where were you hiding when the battle broke out? I thought there were no children left in this city!"

Logically, the women and children had been transported to the other side of the river.

The boy who knew Little Griff shouted, "We're not crossing the river, we're going to fight too!"

He raised the cross in his hand and said, "I also ambushed a man with a medal, killed him, and stole the spoils!"

Wang Zhong squinted his eyes and looked for a long time before he realized that it was the Iron Cross with Double Swords and Silver Oak Leaves. The soldier who could obtain this must have had quite amazing military achievements.

"This medal is amazing," he said to the child. "Look, it's decorated with two swords and silver oak leaves. It's more advanced than the Knight's Cross! Much more advanced! You've killed the enemy's trump card!"

The child was shocked: "Really? I killed such a powerful enemy?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes! So keep the medal well. When you are old, you can tell this story proudly to your children and grandchildren!"

The child stopped running and looked at the medal happily. The children who had just chased the tank also stopped and gathered in a circle.

Wang Zhong looked away and found that little Griff was a little envious, so he asked, "Why, do you also want to seize something as good as that?"

"Humph, the enemies I killed must have been very powerful, reducing our army's casualties." Little Griff said.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, I'll see if there's a higher-level Plosson Medal in the spoils and give you one."

Little Griff finally smiled.

At this time, a group of Proson soldiers came out of the fortress where the tank passed.

The moment he saw the red flag, the leader took several steps back and knocked down others.

All the Proson soldiers stared at Wang Zhong with complicated eyes.

According to Wang Zhong's interpretation, it was probably half fear and the other half admiration.

The tanks passed through the occupied urban area, and the Proson soldiers along the way basically had the same expression.

Finally, the tanks left the city and rushed towards the headquarters location provided by the Plossen delegation.

After driving for a while, Wang Zhong suddenly said, "Wait a minute, turn left at the next intersection. I want to go see the train dispatching yard."

The 16th Army was ordered to hold the train dispatching yard, and then lost contact with the front headquarters.

The enemy troops currently occupying the train dispatching yard should be waiting for the Ant troops to take over.

The tank turned and rushed towards the train dispatching yard.

When he was almost there, Wang Zhongqie looked down and found that there were no green "units" in the entire city.

It seems that all members of the 16th Army were killed in the satellite city where the train dispatching yard is located.

There was about a regiment of Plosson's troops waiting in the city for surrender, all huddled in the fort, burning wood and other things looted from the surrounding houses.

When they heard the sound of the tank engine, the Proson soldiers began to walk out of their position and looked at Tank No. 422 from a distance.

Wang Zhong turned around and shouted to the translator in the car behind: "Order these Prosen people to pile up their guns and line up in the open air. When the receiving troops arrive, those who do not line up will be regarded as having the will to resist and will be shot."

Little Griff: "If you stand in the open air for an hour in this weather, you will be frozen."

Wang Zhong looked at the child seriously: "Yes, I know, I know."

(End of this chapter)