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Chapter 747 Becoming a Storm That Never Turns Back (9K)

Wang Zhong was still confirming the situation when suddenly the radio interrupted the communication.

“I am the leader of the uprising, Hermann. You may have never heard of my name before because I am on the run from the Plossom military police.

“But now, there is no point in hiding.

"The Insurrectionary Committee has betrayed us and has fled the battle. We are holding on to the radio station, but the final moment has come.

"I am Heilman, I am the voice of every Melania who dreams of freedom..."

Emilia's voice came through the intercom: "This broadcast covers almost all frequencies--"

Wang Zhong: "Shh, Emilia, let me finish."

After Emilia's voice disappeared, Wang Zhong pursed his lips and listened to Hermann's speech.

In fact, he had only learned a little Melanian language intermittently before, and only understood the basics. He couldn't understand many words. It felt a bit like a person who only knew Mandarin listening to Sichuan dialect.

But strangely enough, he clearly felt the emotions conveyed by Hellmann.

Maybe it was because he had Seris blood running in his veins, and he read too much about those 150 years of suffering while growing up.

It may also be because before traveling through time, he had read many similar stories of self-sacrifice.

Maybe it was because he was once immersed in the legends of people like Sankara and Allende who died heroically for their country and their nation.

He once heard Allende's last speech. Although he didn't understand any Spanish, his eyes were still filled with tears, as if he had watched the president put on his helmet, picked up the AK that Kalashnikov had given him, and walked towards the battlefield.

Now, his thoughts switched to the Vistula River 30 kilometers away.

He couldn't see the enemy troops and resistance fighters on the ground, but he could see the stretches of ruins, like the scars of the country.

At this moment, many things flashed through Wang Zhong's mind, including the broken swings on the streets of Abawahan, the empty streets of Oraqi, and the unclaimed bodies on the streets of Jinling.

Hellman's speech ended, but soon began to play again from the beginning, probably recorded on a tape recorder.

Wang Zhong looked down at the map, then said to Emilia, "Can you land on the road below?"

"Eh?" Emilia's surprised voice came through the inner line, "What are you going to do?"

Wang Zhong: "The enemy is also at the end of its strength. Whoever throws in the last battalion now will cause the other side to collapse. It's time to throw in the last battalion."

"But!"

Wang Zhong: "Circle left, new heading 213!"

"This course is——"

"The 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment is the armored unit closest to the Vistula River. I checked their situation when I flew over them just now. They still have some fuel in reserve to deal with emergencies."

Emilia: "I can't land. What if something happens to you? How am I going to explain to Liu Xia?"

Wang Zhong said firmly: "If it was Liu Da, she would personally send me to the battlefield."

Emilia hesitated to speak.

Finally, she circled left and flew in a new direction.

----

Podolskov bent over the tank, looked under it and asked, "What's going on?"

The driver exerted force and slid out from under the tank. "Not bad. I feel I can finish the last 30 kilometers. I simply cleaned the dust and oiled it."

At this time, the technician who was temporarily sent to reinforce the 1st Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment of the Guards also came out from under the tank: "We have done everything we can, and the rest is up to God. But why are you worried about this? We only have a little fuel left, and we dare not warm up the engine to prevent any emergencies."

Podolski shrugged. "Who knows? It's always better to be prepared."

At this time, he heard the sound of an engine in the air and shouted, "Air defense!"

After shouting, he rushed to his car "Revenge for His Heroic Brother", picked up the anti-aircraft machine gun, and roughly identified the direction from which the sound came.

At this time the radio operator shouted: "Wait a minute! It's Rokossov - the special envoy!"

"What? Didn't the Marshal just fly over our heads?"

"I don't know either. The marshal said he was coming and asked us not to open fire."

By this time, Podolskov had already seen the red Pe-3. He let go of the anti-aircraft machine gun and said, "Good fellow, it's a good thing you shouted early, otherwise I would have committed a sin if I had shot down the marshal. The people of the whole country would not let me go - no, the people of the whole world would not let me go!"

His words came to an abrupt end as the Peugeot 3 hit the road and stumbled towards the Revenge of the Hero Brother which was also parked on the road.

Podolskov looked at the plane in bewilderment as it slowly stopped in front of the tank.

Marshal Rokossov opened the canopy and stood up: "Concentrate the primer oil of all tanks on the tank in the best condition!"

Podolskov didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly realized that this was the best opportunity, so he shouted: "My tanks are in the best condition! We just checked them! Look, Comrade Marshal-Commissioner, we have the slogans you personally inscribed, and they are like new!"

Marshal Rokossov glanced at the turret of the Revenge of his heroic brother and said, "Okay, it's you. You still have the Red Flag. It's your crew. Fill up the gas!"

At this time, the military bishop of the 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment ran over and said, "Marshal Davarish, what's going on?"

Marshal Rokossov: "Didn't you hear what was said on the radio? The uprising is about to fail. We can't stop now as planned. My comrades, concentrate the fuel and ammunition on the Revenge of the Hero Brother. Prepare more machine gun bullets and high-explosive shells. I don't expect too many tank battles."

"Yes!" The bishop saluted, turned around and gave the order.

Marshal Rokossov: "Where are the commander and deputy commander?"

"Sacrificed, Comrade Marshal."

Marshal Rokossov pursed his lips. Suddenly he saw the loudspeaker on the roadside electric pole and asked, "What is this loudspeaker used for?"

"The report seems to be used by the Proson people for propaganda. They usually broadcast some brainwashing news they made."

Marshal Rokossov: "Tear it down. Don't you have reinforced the electricians? Install it on the tank and connect it to the tank's radio. Now Melania's Capital Radio Station is repeatedly playing Hermann's speech. We must play it all the way!"

"Yes, Comrade Marshal!"

Without waiting for the bishop's order, two electricians who were assigned to reinforce the troops climbed up the pole and began to dismantle the loudspeaker.

"Make all preparations within thirty minutes. By the way, how many crews have lost their tanks? Gather three crews and run after the tanks. I think there may be tanks abandoned by the enemy along the way. These crews can pick them up and drive!"

The bishop immediately turned around and said: "Alyosha, gather three complete crews, and we want the most experienced ones!"

At this time, members of other tanks came over as ordered, carrying shells and primer oil sucked out of their fuel tanks with water pipes, and all looked at Podolskov with envy.

The captain of the "Westward Journey" patted Podolskov on the shoulder and said, "You found it again, Sukabulie!"

Podolskikov laughed: "That's right, be envious!"

Thirty minutes later, the "Revenge for His Heroic Brother" was fully replenished with ammunition.

The mechanic and loader held the crank together, shouting and cranking hard—

The tank engine roared, and a large column of black smoke spewed out of the exhaust port. Marshal Rokossov climbed onto the tank and stood behind the turret.

Podolskov: "You go into the turret and take command!"

"No, you take charge. For this attack to succeed, I have to make sure everyone sees me."

Podolskov: "How can this be possible? Bullets don't have eyes!"

Marshal: "Then you will not take part in this glorious attack?"

Podolskoff took out the PPSh and said: "I can be an infantryman! As a veteran, I am much more capable than the average rookie."

The marshal thought for a moment and said, "Okay, then you come out."

Podolskov happily gave up his position and concentrated on being an anti-aircraft machine gunner behind the turret.

The marshal climbed into the tank and hung the headphones upside down on the back of his head so that he could continue to wear the peaked cap. He picked up the microphone: "Driver, forward!"

"Forward!" With a duang sound, the Revenge of the Hero Brother roared and bypassed Pei 3 who had been pushed to the side of the road.

The marshal's blond pilot stood in the cockpit and saluted him.

Marshal Rokossov: "Electrical engineer, turn on the loudspeaker and start playing Hermann's speech now."

Podolskov: "But we don't quite understand."

"It doesn't matter, the guerrillas will understand, and the fighters of Melania's People's Army will understand too."

----

Emilia watched the lone Rokossov Type 1 heavy tank go away, and immediately turned on the radio: "Xiang Falcon calling Air Force Headquarters, Xiang Falcon calling Air Force Headquarters, I have something important to report!"

After calling for a long time, someone finally answered: "This is the Air Force Headquarters. Xiang Falcon, please tell me, have you spotted the enemy armored group?"

"No, I landed on the ground according to the order of the special envoy, and the special envoy personally rushed to the Vistula River in a tank."

"Huh?" The other party was so surprised that he even shouted out.

“Why not stop the special commissioner?”

"He--" Emilia stopped, "He said Liuda would definitely not stop it." How could she say such a thing?

"Speak, Falcon!"

Emilia: "He used his military rank to pressure me!"

"Suka BuLei!"

----

The Melania Front is affiliated with the 4th Air Force and the 4th Attack Aircraft Regiment.

The commander of the 5th Guards Aviation Division, Drachenko, was chatting with his old unit: "The level of the Plossen Air Force seems to have dropped a lot recently."

"Yes," one pilot answered, "but their new type of aircraft without propellers is very difficult to deal with. Our P47s are completely passive."

"Yes, I heard that even the Yak-3 and La-5 are no match for this aircraft."

"That plane is too fast! Really too fast!"

Just as Drachenko was about to speak, he saw a jeep driving towards the direction of the Air Force Headquarters.

The Air Force Commander was sitting in the car, and before he even stopped the car, he shouted, "Take off! Take off! All of you! The Marshal forced his way onto the ground and jumped onto the tank, rushing forward. All of you who can fly, take off. It doesn't matter if you have bombs or not. We are going to provide the highest intensity close air support!"

The pilots looked at each other, and a second later they all stood up and rushed to the hangar.

Drachenko also rushed to the hangar, but was stopped by the commander: "What are you doing?"

"Take off! The Marshal is charging forward himself, how can I just stand behind?"

"you--"

Drachenko shook off his boss's hand and rushed to the hangar.

At this time, other bomber regiments that received orders also took action, and the entire airport was filled with the calls of ground crew starting aircraft engines.

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Pavlov: "Sukabile! Why didn't I think he could make an emergency landing and then jump onto a tank?"

Popov: "Even if he couldn't make an emergency landing, he would have parachuted himself and jumped onto the tank."

Pavlov walked around the headquarters for a few times, and then he made up his mind and picked up the phone: "I'm going to ask other troops to intercept him!"

Popov: “Do you think it’s possible?”

Pavlov thought for a moment and put down the receiver. "No, that's impossible. The troops will follow him. We can only hope that his tank breaks down."

"Then he would charge on foot, as he has done," Popov answered.

"Sukabulie!" Pavlov cursed again.

Popov: "On the bright side, maybe we can rush into Melania's capital in one go?"

"He started from the 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment. Even if he had a smooth journey, it would be late at night when he reached the river!"

Popov: “Isn’t that just right?”

Pavlov stopped and looked at Popov.

Popov: “Right?”

Pavlov pursed his lips and slammed the receiver on the phone.

----

Troops of the 1st Division of the Melania People's Army are resting.

Sergeant Zeduski sat down next to his friend Corporal Zambrowski and said, "How do you feel?"

"It's terrible. Look at what our hometown has become."

At this time, the company's chief steward came over with a bag on his back: "It's time to distribute the bullets, twenty rounds per person."

Zheduski yelled, "How come there are only 20 rounds? A whole magazine is not even full!"

"Then go pick up the weapons of the Prosen people. There are only so many bullets."

As he spoke, the quartermaster counted out 20 bullets and handed them to the soldiers who came to collect them.

Zambrowski: "If the enemy counterattacks at this time, we can only use bayonets."

"Then use bayonets. We are not afraid of bayonet fighting."

At this moment, a sudden sound in the distance attracted the attention of all Melania people.

Everyone looked towards the east and listened attentively. Even the quartermaster forgot to count the bullets.

A few minutes later, Zambrowski muttered, "It's like someone is speaking in Melania's language."

Zheduski recounted what he heard: "I am the leader of the uprising, Hermann. You may have never heard of my name before because I am hiding from the military police of Plossen.

“But now, there is no point in hiding.

"The Insurrectionary Committee has betrayed us and has fled the battle. We are holding on to the radio station, but the final moment has come.

"I am Heilman, I am the voice of every Melania who dreams of freedom..."

Jeduski stood up involuntarily. He seemed to remember that Hermann was the highest military commander of Melania's resistance army.

The voice from the east was even clearer: "My faith tells me that resistance is not just an option; it is a duty. I hope this battle will be a new chapter in Melania's struggle, where all resistance groups unite and become partners in the same trench, facing an enemy that never spares a child, an old man, a stone or a tree."

Many Melanias came out of the building and looked east with the soldiers.

"I leave no personal legacy. For every Melania who dreams of freedom, for every mother who carries her son on her shoulders, for every father who sees his daughter writhing in pain and crying out in grief after being hit by an enemy bullet.

“My final wish is for everyone listening to the radio to always remember that resistance is not in vain.

"This is more than just a bullet; this is a life lived with dignity and honor."

Jeduski saw the source of the sound. It was a Rokossov Type 1 heavy tank, which was coming towards this side, raising a lot of dust.

"Red flag!" someone shouted.

Yes, there was a red flag hanging from the tank's long antenna.

“It’s a red flag!”

"Could it be Marshal Rokossov?"

Meanwhile, the speech continued: “This is my will: do not lay down your weapons, do not lay down your stones, do not forget your martyrs, do not give up your dreams, this is your right.

"We will stay here, in our land, in our hearts, in our children's future. I urge all of you to take care of Melania, this land that I love to death, this dream that I carry on my shoulders like a mountain that will not bow."

Even the roar of tanks could not cover up the passionate speeches.

"If I fall, do not fall with me; instead, take from me the flag that has never fallen to the ground. Build a bridge with my blood so that our descendants can rise from the ashes.

“When the storm comes again and I am not among you, please understand that I am the first drop of the wave of freedom and I live to see you complete this journey.

"We will continue to be the thorn in their throats and become a storm that will not turn back. We will not rest until the world knows that we stand for justice. We are more than just numbers recorded in the news!"

By this time, the tank was very close and everyone could see the figure on the turret.

It was a young marshal with medals all over his chest. He shouted: "Davarish! What are you doing? There are only 30 kilometers left!"

Someone answered, "But we have no bullets!"

Zheduski answered on behalf of the marshal: "Bayonet!"

All the officers and non-commissioned officers woke up as if from a dream, and shouted: "Everyone, put on bayonets!"

The shiny bayonet was pulled out and installed in the latch under the muzzle of the threaded cutting machine gun.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the bayonet seemed to be stained red with blood.

"Go on the bayonet!"

The marshal's tanks rushed through the streets, with red flags leading the way.

Jeduski and his friends looked at each other. They decided not to lead their troops and just ran and followed the tanks.

They knew that every living man among them would catch up, running with all their remaining strength.

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Someone in the distance was shouting, "Bayonets fixed, forward!"

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Podolskov looked back and said to the marshal excitedly: "They are catching up. Look back quickly! The forest of bayonets is following us!"

Marshal: "Of course. The broadcast is still going on, which means the radio station has not been lost. It will be night soon, and the Prosen people are not good at night battles. We have to rush through the last thirty kilometers at night!"

Podolskov: "I don't know why, but I always feel that we will succeed."

"It must succeed!" the marshal said firmly.

Podolskov added: "I don't know what this Melania is talking about."

Marshal: "He is inspiring the resistance organizations and the guerrillas to become the mountain that never bows and the storm that never turns back."

Podolskov: "I am a rough man, but - this leader is also a poet?"

Marshal: "Yes, the Resistance Movement is the most magnificent poem he has ever written."

----

The moment Senior Sergeant Kosrek saw the red flag, he shouted to Andreas: "Damn it, it's a red flag!"

Andreas: "Damn it, no wonder they dare to move forward with headlights on. Retreat!"

New soldier: "Ah? Are we retreating now?"

"What do you know? Rokossov is coming up here himself. The Ant people will become devils and will barely stop moving forward after being hit by five bullets! Run!" Kosrek took the lead and ran back with a submachine gun in his hand.

Andreas followed closely behind.

The recruit hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran, dropping the bullet box he was carrying.

The tank, with its headlights on and a red flag flying, directly crashed into the wall next to the machine gun position, crushing the helmet of the unfortunate guy who had no time to escape.

The Ant men with bayonets appeared. None of them opened fire, but rushed forward against the fire, killing everyone with each strike.

Normally, the new recruits would run and the old soldiers would try to stop them. But now all the old soldiers took the lead in running, especially those who had been on the southern front of the Eastern Front for a long time. They ran very fast.

The trio passed an 88mm gun position that was still in action, and the officer commanding the position shouted, "You deserters!"

Kosrek: "Give up, the 88 cannon can't penetrate the enemy's turtle shell! Run now and you can operate larger caliber cannons to serve the Empire later!"

The officer was about to speak when the headlights of "the tank" shone over and the gunner fired at the same time. As a result, everyone clearly saw a string of sparks flying from the shell.

Then the counterattack shells hit the gun shield of the 88 gun.

The explosion directly knocked over a dozen gunners on the gun position.

Kosrek was blown away, and when he woke up he saw "the tank" crushing the gun position -

Andreas pulled Kosrek up: "Let's go!"

"Where are the new recruits?"

"He's probably dead!"

The two men ran wildly in the night, with the headlights of the tank behind them and the bayonet swaying in the light of the headlights.

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Melania occupation headquarters.

General Hawke looked at the adjutant who walked into the office and asked, "What are you panicking about?"

Adjutant: "A large number of defeated soldiers are pouring into our defense zone."

General Hawke stared at his adjutant for a few seconds and asked, "Which side's fleeing soldiers are they? Ours?"

"Yes, it seems that Rokossov personally charged into the battle line, causing a major collapse at the front."

General Hawke was confused: "Why not kill Rokossov? Is he hiding in a safe place?"

"I don't know." The adjutant looked confused. "We don't know the situation on the front line. Maybe you should ask Admiral Steiner."

General Hawke shook his head helplessly and picked up the phone receiver: "Connect to Admiral Steiner's headquarters."

Soon Steiner's voice came from the other end of the line: "General Hawke, go ahead."

Hawke: "What happened? The defense line was breached!"

"We don't know what's going on, it seems like there's been a total collapse and we're trying to stop the panic from spreading."

"Panic?" Admiral Hawke was a little confused.

"Yes, someone is shouting strange words on the radio, such as demons and angels. We suspect that the enemy has deployed new weapons."

Hawke: "Where are all those new weapons! Steady your troops and tell them that if Rokossov shows up at the front, they should consider shooting him! Shoot him! If a man is killed, he dies, and so does the marshal!"

Steiner: "Okay, I will."

General Hawke slammed the phone on the landline, sighed, stood up and unbuttoned his pajamas: "Inform the troops on the easternmost side, be careful of the attack of the Ant troops."

Adjutant: "Yes."

General Hawke: "Come back and help me change into my uniform after the order is given!"

"Yes."

----

As soon as reporter Mike entered the Melania Front Command, he saw that the entire headquarters was in chaos and all the staff officers were shouting into the phone.

Mike keenly found Pavlov's bald head and grabbed his arm: "What's going on? The Prosen people fought back?"

"No, Marshal Rokossov himself led his troops to the Vistula."

Mike: “Isn’t this old news from seven days ago?”

"It doesn't mean he led a battle group to the Vistula River. It means he led a Rokossov I heavy tank to the Vistula River."

Pavlov added, "Yes, he's going to drive his little tank again."

Reporter Mike turned around and exchanged a glance with his partner. Without exchanging any words, the two turned around in unison and ran out of the headquarters, shouting as they ran: "We should go to the airport. The Night Witches should not have taken off yet. We can take their plane and go after the Marshal directly."

The Wave 2 bombers of the Night Witch Women's Night Bomber Regiment can land in very bad situations. When the Ants were fighting on the Khazaria grasslands, they often used the Wave 2 as battlefield taxis. They would just find a meadow to land, drop off the people, and then take off again.

Sometimes the wheels would get stuck in a vole's hole and the car would overturn.

Obviously, reporter Mike is going to take wave 2 directly to the front line to get first-hand news.

Pavlov shouted at their backs: "If you go now, it will be midnight by then!"

"That's perfect! It's time for the night witches to shine." The reporter replied without turning his head.

After watching the two reporters leave, Pavlov glanced at Popov and said, "What a fuss! I'm going to complain about this when he gets back."

Popov: "Why did he suddenly lead the troops to attack?"

Pavlov: "I guess it was from the speech given by that Hermann."

"Now that you mention it... it's really possible. Our commander is a man of character."

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At one o'clock in the middle of the night, General Hawke suddenly heard the sound of artillery fire.

"It's the east!"

As he spoke, the general raised his hand and placed it on the receiver.

The moment the phone rang, he picked up the receiver: "This is Hawke, what's going on?"

"The enemy is coming! Our artillery position was hit by the enemy's first shot in the dark! We don't know how they did it! Repeat, our artillery position was hit by the enemy's first shot in the dark! I swear we didn't expose our target!"

"Don't worry!" the general said in a deep voice, "Is Rokossov personally commanding the tanks?"

"I don't know. Rokossov's tank had its headlights on. The observation post had just reported to us that it had seen a tank column when it was destroyed. Someone else said they saw our tanks! Now it's pitch black. We don't know what happened!"

"How come you don't know what happened?" asked Admiral Hawke.

The person on the other end of the line answered: "The enemy used bayonets extensively and basically only engaged in close combat. In addition, it was dark, so we didn't know how many enemies there were, nor how many tanks there were.

"But everyone heard the enemy broadcasting Hellmann's speech."

Admiral Hawke frowned: "Speech?"

"Yes, they have been broadcasting on shortwave since this morning! Didn't you know that?"

The general temporarily covered the end of the receiver and said to his adjutant, "Turn on the radio and tune to Melania National Radio."

The adjutant did so, and Melania's speech filled the entire headquarters:

“This is my will: do not lay down your weapons, do not lay down your stones, do not forget your martyrs, do not give up your dreams, it is your right.

"We will stay here, in our land, in our hearts, in our children's future. I urge all of you to take care of Melania, this land that I love to death, this dream that I carry on my shoulders like a mountain that will not bow."

General: "Damn it, why haven't they taken over the radio station yet?"

Adjutant: "They said that the Grizzlies had run out of ammunition and were resupplying, so they temporarily stopped the attack."

General: "Let them attack, attack overnight! No, the most urgent task now is to recapture the bridge over the Vistula River and block the Ants on the other side of the Vistula River! Immediately let all troops stop resting and start attacking!"

Chief of Staff: "There's not enough moonlight tonight. It's too dark to see anything."

General Hawke: "Without light, won't the house catch fire? Don't you have any such flexibility?"

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Bridge over the Vistula River.

Just after one o'clock, the Prosens suddenly launched another attack and there was a lot of gunfire.

The barricades on the bridge approach were riddled with holes, and the sand in the sandbags was almost gone.

The masonry building on the south side of the bridge, which served as a support point, had all its walls facing the bridge destroyed, and even the load-bearing columns were riddled with holes from bullets.

But the guerrillas' machine guns were still roaring, pouring a hail of bullets on the Prosens.

Suddenly, the sound of machine gun fire stopped.

The guerrilla commander on the barricade shouted, "What's going on?"

"No more bullets!" the machine gunner replied.

The commander was about to say something when the guerrillas around him shouted in fear: "The enemy is coming!"

Before he could finish his words, the Plossom soldiers with bayonets in hand crossed over the breastwork made of sandbags.

The commander was stabbed with a bayonet, but he used his last bit of strength to raise his pistol and fired continuously.

The Plossom soldiers fell along with their commander.

Hand-to-hand combat broke out on the approach bridge, and the guerrillas soon fell into a disadvantage.

The Melania Resistance flag planted on the barricade was pulled up by the Prosen people and thrown down from the side of the approach bridge.

At this moment, a girl rushed out from the darkness, picked up the flag that fell under the bridge, put it on her back, and then began to climb the maintenance steel ladder on the approach bridge.

Someone exclaimed: "Helena! Helena is climbing the ladder!"

Seeing this, several young men rushed out and climbed up the steel frame of the approach bridge.

Helena climbed to the top of the ladder, held the flag high, and rushed to the barricade.

The guys who had climbed up with her also followed with their guns in hand. Even the wounded who had fallen to the ground began to move, struggling to stand up.

Just then the Plossoms' machine guns opened fire.

Helena was shot in the waist, and when the bullet pierced her slender waist, it brought out a cloud of blood.

The machine gun shot other people one after another, reaping lives like a sickle.

At this moment, Hermann's voice rang out:

"If I fall, do not fall with me; instead, take from me the flag that has never fallen to the ground. Build a bridge with my blood so that our descendants can rise from the ashes.

“When the storm comes again and I am not among you, please understand that I am the first drop of the wave of freedom!”

The surviving guerrilla fighters searched for the source of the sound.

Then they saw the light.

The light from the tank's headlights dispelled the darkness like a blazing torch.

“This is my will: do not lay down your weapons, do not lay down your stones, do not forget your martyrs, do not give up your dreams, it is your right.

"We will stay here, in our land, in our hearts, in our children's future. I urge all of you to take care of Melania, this land that I love to death, this dream that I carry on my shoulders like a mountain that will not bow."

The heavy tank drove onto the approach bridge, and the red flag was flying on the tank's antenna.

Hermann's voice came from the tank's loudspeaker: "Melania will never die, long live the motherland!"

Countless Ante warriors emerged from the darkness, holding their bayoneted rifles high.

The morale of the Prosen people collapsed and they retreated in panic.

The tank rushed onto the bridge, turned its gun around, and fired a shot at the west bank.

The anti-tank shells exploded immediately, blooming into gorgeous fireworks on the west bank of the Vistula River.

The guerrillas were stunned by the sudden change, and the man on the tank turret shouted to them: "What are you waiting for? Forward, Davarish!"

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Oscar, commander of the 36th Armored Grenadier Division of the Asgard Knights, stared at the tanks crossing the bridge in amazement.

"Where did they come from? Isn't it still thirty kilometers away?"

At this time, the tank on the bridge turned its turret and pointed the muzzle in Oscar's direction.

Oscar put down the telescope and looked around in confusion. His command post was far away from most open flames and there were no lights on, so it should not be exposed. The gun barrel pointing in this direction was probably a coincidence.

The moment I thought of this, the tank opened fire.

Oscar was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was flying.

He flew high into the sky and then slammed down to the ground.

When he landed, his brain had been destroyed by the overpressure.

The evil commander of the 36th Grenadier Division died just like that.

(End of this chapter)