artillery arc

Chapter 781 Marshal's Justice

Vasily's psychological warfare command column was advancing on King Street, and saw from a distance a Rokossov Type 2 tank with a red flag and a horn parked in the middle of the intersection.

"That's our headquarters' tank. Drive over and see which one it is!" said Vasily.

The jeep sped up immediately and ran to the side of the tank. Vasily laughed when he saw the words on the tank: "Why are you guys here again? You named the car "All the Way West", but it turns out that you guys always have the worst luck!"

The commander said sadly, "Colonel Davarich, we didn't want to do that either! But it's like a curse. You see, we stepped on landmines three times when we entered the city, and now the car broke down again. This car is like this whenever it participates in a critical battle. Look at the kill ring on the gun barrel. None of them were killed in critical battles.

"It seems that as long as it's not a crucial battle, the curse on us will be ineffective!"

Vasily: "You have conquered Prothenia, so you haven't missed the final battle."

"You're right!" The commander still had a sad face. "We did enter the city, but we didn't see a single Prosonnite enemy. We didn't fire a single shot from our machine guns. How many shells did we bring when we entered the city? How many are left now?"

The driver immediately objected: "No, we fired a cannon and blew up the roadblock on the road."

"Okay. We fired a shot and blew up the roadblock." The commander sighed, "We'll paint the roadblock on the side of the turret as a victory. Rusha, get the paint!"

Vasily: "Okay, I'll call the maintenance battalion on the radio."

"It's useless. We called for help, but the maintenance battalion is busy repairing other tanks. They can't spare a single maintenance vehicle!" The tank commander gave a resigned smile. "When the war is over, our vehicle will be placed next to Podolskov's 'Revenge for His Heroic Brother'. People will say: Ah, these are two vehicles serving in the same unit. One participated perfectly in all the key battles, while the other missed all the key battles perfectly."

Just as Vasily was about to speak, his adjutant patted him on the shoulder and said, "Look, isn't that our fake Rokossov?"

"What?" Vasily turned around and looked in the direction the adjutant pointed. "It looks like... but why is he alone with a horse? How can they immediately replace him to deceive the enemy after he is killed? This violates the rules I set! And why is he behind us? The deceiving troops should be in front of us!"

Vasily jumped out of the car and walked to the middle of the road.

"Look, I'm stopping him and giving him a good scolding!"

The white horse galloped all the way to Vasili.

"What's wrong with you!" Vasily shouted, "I told you not to act alone, and you are not allowed to wear a marshal's uniform when you act alone! Get down here!"

The knight on the white horse stopped and said to Vasily, "Vassily, Colonel Sheng has lost his way, right? I think you are going to continue carrying manure!"

Upon hearing the voice of the person coming, Vasily shrank his neck and said, "Oh no, how can you be the real thing?"

Marshal Rokossov: "Of course I am the real deal. I cannot be left out in the final blow to Prosinia. Take your troops and let's move on!"

"Okay!" Vasily nodded and made way.

The white horse immediately started running forward.

In the jeep following the white horse, Sergeant Major Gregory saluted Colonel Vasily with a malicious smile.

Vasily climbed into the jeep and muttered, "How can it be the real thing!"

Driver: "Commander, what should we do?"

"Follow them. The marshal is moving forward. Can we still stay behind?"

So the jeep started and chased the jeep of the marshal's entourage in front, and the entire psychological warfare unit headquarters convoy followed Vasily's car, and the group caught up with the marshal.

The commander of the Westward Journey slapped the top of the turret with his hand: "Don't leave! If you get my car out, I'll go too! Hey! Don't leave! Fix my car!"

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Filippov led the regiment headquarters into a relatively well-preserved reinforced concrete building and discovered that it was actually a private residence.

Judging from the decoration, the people living there should be nobles or wealthy people from Plossom.

He climbed up to the top floor, opened the door, and found that the room was filled with furniture that looked very expensive. The huge dining table was something that Filippov had never seen even in Marshal Rokossov's estate.

Filippov's staff officer opened the cabinet on the wall and immediately shouted, "There are so many silver and iron objects in this family! My goodness, have we broken into the home of a high-ranking official in Prosen?"

The ironware of most Plosson families was taken away, and the recycled iron and rare metals were used to make ammunition and weapons.

This family must be of high status to have so many ironwares left.

Just then, a Plossom woman opened the door and entered the room carrying a rectangular tray with six cups of coffee on it.

The woman said in Plossan: "I'll buy you coffee."

Filippov: “Thank you.”

Staff Officer: "She actually has coffee at home!"

The regimental guard replied: "Look at her clothes. My mother has never worn such nice clothes!"

Filippov: "The Marshal forbids us to rob civilians, and they are offering us coffee. When Prosen establishes a secular state, they will become our davarish. Have some coffee, Vanya."

The guard took out his own kettle. "What's the point of drinking coffee? Have this, Major Davarish."

Filippov: "Good fellow, you brought wine in after all! If the priest finds out, he will punish you by making you shovel manure!"

Vanya: "Just dig out shit. Your friend who dug out shit is now a colonel!"

Filippov smiled.

Vanya picked up a cup of coffee and poured it into the hostess's potted plant: "Let it grow quickly!"

Then he opened his kettle, poured the contents into a coffee cup and handed it to Filippov.

Filippov took a sip. It was pure Ante vodka.

"Good Lord," he said, "if you knew Prosin, you could sell this to the priest at Staas for a fortune!"

Vanya: "Of course, after all, the only beer in the local tavern is the beer that tastes like horse urine. Come on, have some too."

As he spoke, Vanya picked up another cup, poured the coffee into the potted plant, poured wine into it and handed it to the staff officer.

The group drank a few sips of wine, then Filippov sat down on the sofa, took out his harmonica, and played a song from the new military songbook he had received before the attack.

Vanya cleared his throat and sang along with the melody of the harmonica:
“We haven’t had a break for a long time.

"I'm moving forward without any time to care about anything else.

"When I looked back, half of Europa was already behind me~
"Tomorrow is the final battle~ the most brutal battle~
"But I want to return to my homeland~
"Seeing my mother whom I have not seen for many years~
"How I wish to return to my motherland~
"Seeing my hometown after so long absence."

The others join in singing the second verse:

“For the past three years, the Plossom devils have not allowed me to have an easy time!

"In the past three years, our blood and sweat have become a river.

“How I wish I could fall in love with a nice girl.

“She doesn’t smell like gunpowder.

"I long to touch the earth of my motherland,
"There are no cold mines in the mud..."

Just as everyone was singing, the phone rang.

Filippov put down his harmonica, picked up his pistol, and turned back to look warily at the hostess who was about to answer the phone.

The hostess asked, "Can I pick it up?"

Filippov thought about it and nodded: "Take it."

The hostess picked up the phone and answered in Plossen: "William, who are you? City Defense Command? Hello, Commander. What? Are you asking me if there are any Ants here? Of course there are. What are they doing? They are singing, Commander. I don't understand, but it seems to be a sad song."

After a brief pause, the hostess asked in confusion: "Are you the city defense commander of Proson or the city defense commander of Ant?"

Filippov thought that the hostess was quite humorous for a Prosen person who was known for being rigid.

At this time, the hostess put down the phone and turned to Filippov and said, "He hung up the phone angrily. It seems to be the commander of the city defense of Prosen."

Filippov: "The city defense commander called to confirm where we have advanced to, which means that the command and communication system of the Prosen people is broken. Davarish, don't rest, keep working hard, and we will take Prosen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger pushed open the door and shouted: "Marshal Rokossov is coming towards us along the street!"

Filippov was shocked: "What?"

"Marshal Rokossov is coming toward us along the street!"

Filippov immediately straightened his uniform and ran downstairs.

As soon as he reached the street, he saw Marshal Rokossov riding a white horse, galloping along the street.

"Filipov!" He tightened the reins slightly and stopped in front of Filippov. "What's wrong with you? Are you enjoying yourself? Keep going, Davarishi!"

"Yes!"

The marshal continued to urge his horse forward, with a large number of vehicles following behind him.

Filippov actually saw Vasily, who kept gesturing: "Come on, catch up! You don't want to miss the most important outcome of the war, do you?"

Filippov cursed in his heart: Of course I don’t want to!

He climbed onto the jeep and urged the driver: "Drive faster! Don't be slower than the man who's digging shit in front of you!"

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Podolski's Revenge for His Heroic Brother drove out of the intersection and onto a wide street.

He looked to the north and saw a gate of a familiar shape.

"That's right, it's the Boldenburg Gate we saw in the photo before the attack!" Podolski shouted excitedly, "Behind it is the Imperial Palace, next to it is the Parliament Building, and in front of the gate is the statue of Emperor Prosen! It was built the year he conquered Europa!"

The gunner said excitedly: "That's great, we can blow up the statue with one shot, so Stas's Davarish won't have to use manpower to demolish it!"

Podolskov laughed: "That's it, concrete-penetrating shells loaded!"

At this moment, the infantry behind the tank suddenly started to make noise:

"Is that the marshal?"

"really?"

"If they are fake, they are all acting in groups. It's just one person! There are a lot of vehicles following behind him!"

Podolskov turned his head in confusion and saw a white horse galloping away.

He couldn't help but open his mouth.

The name of the ship, Revenge for his heroic brother, was given by the Marshal.

Even from such a distance, Podolskov could see clearly that the person on the white horse was the marshal!

And the white horse, except for the marshal's mount Bucephalus, no other horse could have such a kingly demeanor.

Podolskov raised his right hand and saluted: "Marshal Davarich, salutations to you!"

Marshal Rokossov passed by the tank and shouted: "Podoliskov, I remember you and your brother! Come on, let's take revenge on the culprit! Forward!"

"Yes!" Podolskov picked up the microphone, "Forward!"

Gunner: "Are you not going to blow up the statue?"

Podolskov: "Don't blow it up! It's just a stone statue. Use a tank to knock it down! The Rokossov II is not for show!"

The tank started up and forced its way in behind the marshal, pushing all the other vehicles to the back.

The accompanying infantry were in high spirits and shouted, "The marshal is charging in person! Kill!" The enemy's firepower was quite fierce, and everyone was relying on the bunkers to advance in turns. As soon as the marshal appeared, everyone came out of the bunkers.

The veterans were still awake and shouted orders: "Throw the smoke bombs! Throw them as far as you can!"

In the chaos, the Revenge of the Hero Brother rushed to the statue of Emperor Plossom.

"Turn the turret fifteen degrees to the right!" Podolskov ordered.

So the barrel just missed the statue. Without this order, the barrel would have hit the little Jiji of the statue of Emperor Zaproson like a lance.

Immediately afterwards, the front armor of the tank hit the statue. The Rokossov Type 2 was more than ten tons heavier than the Rokossov Type 1, but its maneuverability was not reduced.

The impact of this huge monster running at full speed was terrifying.

At the moment of impact, the base of the statue broke, and then the entire statue fell forward.

Podolskov retreated into the turret and closed the hatch, the shattered statues pounding against the tank's armor.

When he opened the hatch again, he pushed it open with great effort, and then he saw Emperor Prosen's stone head stuck on the base of the anti-aircraft machine gun.

"Sukabile!" Podolskov threw the thing off the tank. "Bad luck!"

Then he looked up for the Marshal, but found smoke everywhere and could not see anything.

Podolskov: "Oh no, the marshal is missing!"

The driver replied: "The Marshal must be heading straight for the palace. I know the way. Run over the statue, rush through the gate, and go straight to the palace!"

"Then move forward! The target is the enemy's palace!"

The tank's engine roared, passed over the half-remaining statue base, rushed through the Brandenburg Gate, passed in front of the Reichstag, and headed straight for the Imperial Palace.

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Emperor Plossom walked into the empty audience hall.

The palace guards, still faithfully performing their duties, followed him into the hall and took up position behind pillars and furniture.

The emperor ignored them, walked up the long steps and sat on the throne.

He glanced at the side and saw that the seat that should have been occupied by the queen was empty. The imperial sister used to sit in this position, but now she had been sent to the southwest of the empire, and the troops protecting her might have surrendered to the Allies.

Then the emperor turned his head and looked at the chair for the prime minister on a platform slightly lower than the throne.

"Gilice, sit there," he said.

The palace guards looked at their emperor in horror.

The emperor stared at the imaginary Giles.

The illusion spoke: "I'm right here with you. I'm not going anywhere."

The emperor nodded: "Well, let us face our fate."

As soon as he finished speaking, an explosion occurred and the door of the audience hall was blown away.

The smoke and dust suddenly filled most of the room and were blown towards the throne by the wind, blinding the emperor's eyes.

He rubbed his eyes desperately until they were filled with tears, and then he barely opened them.

The sunlight shone through the hole that used to be the gate and dazzled the emperor's eyes.

He raised his hands to block the sun, and then he saw the silhouette of a tall knight.

At that moment, the emperor remembered what the crazy Plossom soldiers had said: He came from the darkness on a white horse.

The Marshal of Ant, Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov, rode a white horse with his head held high into the audience hall of Emperor Prosen, and his horse's hooves left one muddy mark after another on the red carpet.

The white horse walked slowly but with great determination, as if foreshadowing that Plossom's fate of destruction could not be stopped.

The marshal on a white horse ignored the guns of the palace guards and held his chin high.

The guard officer finally reacted and shouted, "Aim!"

The next moment, a huge tank appeared behind the white horse and directly smashed the walls on both sides of the gate. The red flags and slogans on the tank stung the emperor's eyes.

Then a large number of soldiers in cloaks poured in from the enlarged gate of the tank, firing as they advanced.

The tank's machine guns also opened fire, and a storm of death swept through the audience hall.

Finally, the tank fired a shot, and the corridor leading to the guard barracks on the right side of the audience hall was directly collapsed. The smoke and dust from the explosion even blocked half of the emperor's vision.

But the white horse is still there.

The battle was over, and there was no longer a soldier loyal to the emperor in the audience hall.

The emperor stood up slowly: "Rokosov, you are finally here! I am very happy that you finally accepted my challenge!"

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Wang Zhong didn't understand what Emperor Proshen was saying. After all, he didn't know Proshen's language.

From a bird's-eye view, the emperor had no desire to fight.

In fact, when he rushed into the room, he knew that everyone in the room had lost the will to fight when they saw him enter.

That's why he came in so blatantly.

Now, he felt very sorry that he could not have a chat with Emperor Proson due to language problems.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the emperor began to speak Ant language.

"Rokosov, you finally accepted my challenge."

Before Wang Zhong could answer, Emperor Proson continued, "I have never lost a duel. Let us die together today!"

The moment he finished speaking, the emperor drew his gun, so fast that Wang Zhong couldn't see clearly.

However, Sergeant Gregory was faster.

The bullet fired by the thread cutting machine hit the emperor's pistol accurately, knocking the gun away and breaking the emperor's finger.

The emperor screamed and covered his fingers.

"You're a scoundrel!"

Wang Zhong: "I said, I will not duel with a despicable bastard. No, you are not qualified. You can only accept the trial."

The emperor stared at Wang Zhong angrily: "You..."

Wang Zhong got off the horse, opened the holster that Yegorov had given him, and pulled out his service pistol.

He did not notice that Vasily jumped onto the tank and whispered something to Podolskov.

The next moment, the loudspeaker on the Revenge of the Heroic Brother began to play Holy War.

Wang Zhong stopped walking toward the emperor, turned around and said, "Well, Vasily, the music suitable for this moment has not yet been composed."

Vasily: "Eh? This one isn't okay?"

Wang Zhong: "No, this song describes a great country launching a rebellion. As for me, I am now seeking personal revenge."

Vasily made a quick gesture and the music stopped abruptly.

Wang Zhong took the gun, removed the magazine, and took out the first bullet.
"Because of you, almost all the members of the regiment I originally commanded were killed."

The second bullet was removed and thrown on the ground.

"Because of you, the first crew I commanded has all died. My gunner's mother, Aunt Alexeyevna, only had one son who survived the war!"

Emperor Proson stared with his eyes wide open, staring behind Wang Zhong, as if he saw something that terrified him.

Wang Zhong took out the third bullet and threw it on the ground.

"Because of your more than a thousand student soldiers, only a few are still alive!"

The fourth bullet hit the ground.

"Because of you, only a few people from the first division I commanded broke through to Shepetovka! Also because of you, the people of Orachi were slaughtered by you!"

The fifth bullet hit the ground.

"Because of you, little Griff has lost his childhood forever! No one will play on the swing at the alley anymore!"

After the sixth bullet fell to the ground, it was immediately stepped on by Wang Zhong.

"Because of you, I will never see the people who saved me from the tank again!"

The seventh bullet fell.

"Because of you, countless Melania's children died tragically on the streets."

The last bullet bounced on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Because your children of Plossom must go to the battlefield and be slaughtered!"

Wang Zhong had already walked up to the emperor. Every time he took a step forward, the emperor would retreat using his hands and feet. The martyr-like expression on his face no longer existed.

He looked at Wang Zhong in horror, and at the thing behind Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong took out the bullets he got from Hermann.

"Because of you, I lost my father, my brother, my best friend, my most trusted lieutenant..."

Vasily: "Eh? Ah, my bad, don't look at me! I'll shut up!"

Wang Zhong retracted his gaze and stared at the emperor, loading Hermann's bullets into the magazine and into the pistol.

He pulled the slide, pushing the Revenge bullet into the chamber.

Then he slowly raised his pistol, aiming the muzzle from the emperor's crotch up to his forehead.

The emperor's expression was distorted by extreme fear.

At this moment, Wang Zhong suddenly thought of his grandfather on Earth.

When my grandfather sang the section "Through the Forest" from the Peking Opera "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy", when he sang the line "I swear to bury the mountain eagle in the mountains", he would definitely sing the word "bury" with full of anger and blood, as if he was really going to bury some hateful guy.

Now, Wang Zhong understood.

bury!
He didn't know that his expression now was exactly the same as that of the protagonist with thick eyebrows and big eyes in the model opera when he buried his enemy, and exactly the same as that of Li Xiangyang who avenged Xiaobao in "Plain Guerrillas"!
Wang Zhong: "On behalf of all those who have been invaded and harmed by you, I will execute you on the spot!"

At this moment, the emperor shouted: "Where is procedural justice? You use lynching like this and still call yourselves messengers of justice?"

Wang Zhong: "It is Saint Andrew's business to judge you, and what I consider justice is to send you to him!"

Having said that, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet of revenge hit the emperor's forehead, went through the back of his head, and left a scar as big as a bowl.

The brain that planned the invasion of the entire Europa turned into a pool of brain matter, stuck on the throne of the Proson Empire that had been passed down for countless years.

(End of this chapter)