artillery arc

Chapter 699 Entering the City
The shelling ended and the offensive officially began.

Sergeant Semyon had just led his infantry squad through the buildings on the edge of Loktov when they saw the wreckage of a BT7 tank.

Slogans were graffitied on the wreckage: Those who fought here will drive you all back.

As the sergeant approached the tank, the animals hiding inside fled, startling him.

At this time, the door next to the tank opened, and a gray-haired uncle poked his head out: "I am the guide of the guerrillas. Where is your target? I will lead the way!"

The sergeant immediately took out the map and said, "My fellow countryman, we have been ordered to move straight to the center of the city and eliminate any Prosen people we meet along the way."

"That's easy! We've already broken through the buildings on both sides of the street and blocked them with furniture. The Prosen people won't know! I'll lead you to bypass the fire blockade and attack them by surprise!"

"That's great!" Sergeant Semyon was very excited. "Let's go. By the way, what does the slogan on this tank mean?"

"You don't know?" The fellow villager looked puzzled.

Sergeant: “I don’t know.”

"Back then, the troops led by Rokossov resisted the Prosons here for three days and three nights (actually not that long)! This tank was commanded by Rokossov himself. A little further along this street, there is another tank parked there. The Prosons ordered us to remove the tactical number on the tank..."

"Shovel it away?" the sergeant looked puzzled.

"Because that tank was commanded by Rokossov himself! The number is 422! We all know that! So the Prosons will come with the yellow dog to wipe it once, and we will repaint it at night!"

Sergeant Semyon looked very interested. Before he could say anything, his subordinate spoke first: "Let's go and take a look at the tank! Maybe we can get some of the marshal's bravery and good luck!"

"No! We have a mission to perform! Lead the way, uncle!"

"Okay, this way!"

Sergeant Xie Miao, with his team, followed the uncle into the house.

The uncle went straight to the chest of drawers by the wall as soon as he entered the room, and pushed it open to reveal the hole at the back: "Come on! All the furniture covered with red cloth can be pushed open, there are holes everywhere!"

The group passed through holes one after another and advanced forward.

When entering a house, a woman's voice suddenly came: "There are Prosen people in the building ahead! Be careful!"

Sergeant Xie Miao stopped and looked for the source of the sound, and saw an old lady in a headscarf sticking her head out of the stairs leading to the second floor.

Sergeant: "Come down quickly, it's dangerous upstairs!"

"It's okay. I went to see what the shelling had done to my house, and then I found out that the Prosens had come in from next door. They had put their machine guns in the windows, so they couldn't be seen from the outside."

Sergeant Semyon: "We'll take care of it!"

The guide said: "The enemy hasn't discovered this place, so they probably haven't found the hole in the wall. We can catch them off guard!"

"it is good!"

Auntie: “It’s that cabinet!”

Sergeant Xie Miao immediately and his strong men quietly moved the cabinet away.

The moment the hole in the wall appeared, the Prosen people on the other side could be heard talking.

It seemed that they had no idea that the Ant soldiers had arrived next door.

Sergeant Semyon gave orders to his veterans using sign language.

The veteran immediately took out an offensive grenade, pulled out the safety pin, and prepared to detonate the shrapnel.

This grenade is a replica of the United States model and is very popular among soldiers.

Xie Miao took a deep breath and kicked the wooden board blocking the way on the other side of the wall.

The veteran also released the spring at the same time.

The cabinet on the other side fell down and the veteran also fired a grenade.

The Proson soldiers on the opposite side were guarding the main road and had no idea that something had happened behind them. They turned around and looked at everything in confusion.

Sergeant Xie Miao made eye contact with the enemy and immediately opened fire, but was pulled away by his subordinates.

The grenade exploded, spraying shrapnel and gravel through the hole, along with pieces of the cabinet.

"Thank you!" Sergeant Xie Miao, holding a submachine gun, took the lead and rushed through the hole.

The Proson people on the second floor happened to come down to see the situation. The two men looked at each other. The sergeant reacted quickly and had already poured the Bobosha on.

Plosson was shot several times, fell to the ground, and then rolled down the stairs.

The veteran also crawled through the hole and threw two heated grenades upstairs.

The explosion occurred immediately.

Someone was screaming on the second floor, and Sergeant Xie Miao actually understood what was being shouted.

At this time, the guide uncle shouted: "The floor is made of wood! You can break through it!"

Sergeant Xie Miao immediately fired at the floor, and the enemy immediately reacted and also fired downwards.

The sergeant was shot in the thigh and immediately half-knelt down, but immediately fired back against the enemy's trajectory.

The old soldier jumped up the stairs with one step and rushed forward with his gun in hand.

The sound of PPSh-50 gunfire came from the second floor, and soon the second floor became quiet.

Everything happened so fast that the new recruits in Sergeant Xie Miao's class were still confused.

The sergeant sat down against the wall and checked his wounds. "Sukkabli! Let me see where these damn guys hit me!"

The blood had dyed the sergeant's pants red. He cut his pants with a dagger, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the wound on the inside of his thigh.

The guide said: "It hit the blood vessels on the inside of the thigh! Quickly tie up the thigh with a rope! Tie it tightly! It won't bleed! I've treated this kind of wound before!"

The new recruits started to move. The old lady rushed upstairs, and after a few seconds she came running downstairs, stuffing a belt into the new recruits' hands: "Use the belt! The belt my son left behind! This is a good belt! It will definitely work!"

Without a word, the recruit wrapped the belt around the sergeant's thigh and pulled it tight.

The blood immediately dyed the belt red and seeped into the leather.

The old lady watched all this from the side, leaned back against the wall, and sighed, "This is a good belt. I specially asked a leatherworker to cut the leather for me. It's really good leather!"

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Filippov carried a submachine gun and rode in the regiment's jeep to the outskirts of the chemical plant.

The wreckage of the Proson tank that was destroyed outside the chemical plant wall is still there.

These tanks were all hit by Molotov cocktails and burned to ashes, so they are not worth recycling.

Filippov looked at the wreckage of the tanks, his serious expression softened slightly, and he said to the guard: "I burned half of these tanks, and the other half was my partner at the time, but unfortunately he didn't survive."

Guard: "There were no rocket launchers back then, right? They used Molotov cocktails?"

"Yes."

The Prosens who had been resisting at the chemical plant had surrendered and were sitting in the empty cargo warehouse next to the factory.

"parking!"

The driver braked immediately.

Filippov jumped out of the car and walked towards the prisoners with a submachine gun.

The soldier guarding the prisoners saluted him and said, "Captain Davarish, a total of 201 prisoners have been disarmed and are waiting for the Inquisitor to receive them."

Filippov: "Who asked them to wait here?"

Guard: "Uh... the battalion commander asked them to wait here."

Filippov: "Anywhere else is fine, but not here. Let them move."

At this time, the priest in charge of translation came over and said, "Comrade, why is this happening? You have to give a reason! The church has expressly prohibited the killing of prisoners because they may become -"

"I'm not going to massacre them, I'm just moving them to another place."

Priest: "I want a reason!"

Filippov took a deep breath. "That year, Marshal Rokossov, who was a brigadier general at the time, personally presided over the memorial ceremony for the fallen soldiers here! This place is very important, and it is not a place for Plossen prisoners to stay!
"Let them go!"

Priest: “This…”

Filippov: "My friends, my sister's lover, all of them were buried here! I will not allow the Plosson prisoners to sit where they lay!"

"Yes."

The priest immediately turned and ran towards the prisoners, saying in Plossian: "We want to change places!"

The Plossons looked at each other.

Suddenly a Prosen shouted, "We have surrendered!"

Priest: "Yes, we will accommodate you according to the Geneva Convention! We just need to move to a different place. This is where the martyrs rest in peace."

The Prosen people were silent for a few seconds, and a military policeman stood up: "Not here, I will take you to where they rest."

Priest: “What?”

Military Police: "I will take you to where they are buried."

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In the wheat field outside the factory, the military police pointed to the black soil in front of them and said, "This is it, start digging. I have nightmares about this every day, it's time for me to be free."

Filippov nodded to the engineers.

So the engineering company commander took the shovel himself and dug it into the soil, and he hit something.

Instead of turning the thing out immediately, he gently put down the shovel and used his hands to dig away the soil, revealing a round metal thing.

The engineer company commander: "Sukabulie! This guy wants to lead us into the minefield and blow us up!"

Filippov: "Calm down, it might be the lid of a pickle."

"What?" The engineer company commander took a closer look at the thing before he mustered up the courage to dig it out. It was indeed a pickle lid. "How did this thing get into the soil?"

Filippov: "That's a long story. Let's dig and see what's inside."

The engineering company commander continued working and soon dug up something new.

It is human remains.

As all the engineers joined in the excavation, a large number of remains were unearthed.

Densely packed and layered.

Military Police: "We brought all the captured guerrillas, resistance fighters, and ANT soldiers who surrendered to us here to clear the mines, because it is difficult to distinguish between real and fake mines here, and there are also terrible things that can kill half of the engineering company if dug out, so - after the mines here are almost cleared, we let them dig pits here, and then -"

The priest who was in charge of translation rushed over and slapped the gendarme to the ground: "Assholes! You bastards!"

Filippov: "Priest, you are violating the rules."

Priest: “I know.”

Filippov: "All criminals will be tried, priest."

(End of this chapter)