Arc of Gunfire

Gregory pulled the bayonet out of the enemy's body and looked around.

The city behind him was burning, and the Prosen tank in front of him was also burning.

The artillery positions were burning, the woods were burning.

Grigory held a long bayonet, like a knight holding a sword, facing the fire rising into the sky.

At this time, a messenger came galloping from the city on horseback: "The whole army breaks out to the north! Leave enough ammunition for the seriously wounded! The whole army breaks out to the north! Leave enough ammunition for the seriously wounded!"

Gregory said in a deep voice: "You heard it."

His voice was like the sound of the mother river. It was not loud, but no one could ignore it. It easily passed through the crackling sound of the flames.

Gregory: "If you can still walk, stand up. If you can't, please raise your hands. At least we still have grenades."

Among the piles of corpses in the forest, many people stood up one after another. Everyone looked like an evil ghost returning from hell.

Gregory: "They won't treat the seriously injured. Don't worry too much about the people who are left behind. We will be with you soon. Soon."

At this time, there was an explosion from the artillery position behind them. Many people were startled, and some people fell down directly.

Gregory: "Don't be afraid. This is artillery blowing up heavy artillery. After all, we can't let the enemy capture it and fire on us. There will be a big firework to watch when they use explosives! But only the people left behind can watch it. .

"Follow me alive! Let's go!"

Gregory obviously won't boost morale, after all, he is only in the tenth grade, but his image is very convincing and will convince the veterans who have survived hell.

A group of people walked through the woods and handed grenades to every seriously wounded person who reached out.

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153 on the high ground.

The Prossen night attack was repulsed.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene pulled an empty ammunition box and used it as a stool to sit down, then poked the miner's pickaxe, which was full of blood and brains, into the ground.

A machine gun was roaring next to him, pouring firepower on the retreating Prosen army.

Most of the machine gun fire points on Highland 153 were wiped out by the continuous heavy artillery bombardment, leaving only the regimental fortress and the roof, so this became the place where the most intense fighting took place in the early morning.

Captain Andre also dragged an ammunition box over and sat down. He inserted the bloody engineer shovel next to it and said to Lieutenant Colonel Eugene: "The engineer shovel is easier to use than that thing. It has a sharp edge. One shovel will kill a Prussian."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene took out his cigarette and touched the matches while replying: "I'm not used to it. This guy is the best. I know how to swing it with less effort and how to break solid rocks. Where's my match?" ?”

Captain Andre took out a match and struck it.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene lit up his cigarette, took a long drag, leaned against the cracked wall, let out a long breath, and then asked, "What did the division say?"

Captain Andre looked back at the phone with the receiver broken in two parts: "I don't know, the phone line must be broken now, and there are still gunshots in the city. I guess there won't be enough communication troops to repair the phone line for a while. "

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene nodded.

At this time, the machine gun fire stopped, and the lieutenant colonel asked: "What's wrong?"

"I can't see the Prossen Japs anymore," the machine gunner said, "It's too dark. I just scanned the shuttle when I saw something moving."

"That's it. It just so happens that your gun barrel is smoking. Change the cooling water quickly." Captain Andre said.

The machine gun gunner and deputy gunner immediately dragged the gun back and began to replace the cooling water.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene watched them operate and asked, "What will happen next? Should we send someone to contact the division headquarters?"

"Then why not ask the tank crews if they still have radios they can use."

As soon as he finished speaking, Battalion Commander Orlov came in: "We received a radio call. The division headquarters decided to break out to the north and asked all ministries to blow up the baggage, burn the documents, and leave enough ammunition for the seriously injured people who cannot move."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene: "Isn't this a bit..."

Captain Andre: "The enemy will kill our seriously wounded and will not treat them. Because we are an inferior nation and do not deserve to waste precious medicines. If they treat you, it is to show the kindness of a superior nation."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene did not answer, but put the cigarette into his mouth and took a long drag.

The light from the cigarette butt became brighter and quickly turned most of the cigarette into ashes.

Then Lieutenant Colonel Eugene threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

The big puff just now made his nostrils spit out white smoke continuously like a boiling kettle, and it took a long time before he stopped.

Then he stood up with a miner's pickaxe, walked out of the bunker with tired steps, and walked along the trench, looking at the wounded soldiers in the trench.

"Soldiers! The division headquarters has issued an order to break out. There are two kinds of people who can stay here, one is the person who has died, and the other is the person who is about to die.

"It is said that the Plosans will not treat the seriously wounded well, but we do not have the power to take you away, so we can only leave you with enough bullets and grenades.

"I'm a miner! I can't predict the direction of the war, so I can't guarantee you that we will definitely win. I can only tell you what I said to the miners in the mine."

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene stopped because he saw a severely wounded man with no legs sitting in the trench, looking at him calmly.

The lieutenant colonel held the wounded man's shoulders: "This land will treat everyone equally, it will produce milk to feed us, and it will eventually become the destination of each of us."

"Don't think of being buried in a mine as a sad thing. The black soil of Khazaria is like a mother. You just returned to her arms." The wounded in front of the lieutenant colonel suddenly hummed a song, an ancient song. Almost every Khazarian can sing it. It tells the story of the riders on the black soil fighting against the conquerors from distant foreign countries a long time ago. They galloped on the grassland, fell in the trial of fire and sword, and slept forever on the black soil of their hometown. Their bodies were buried under the weeds and washed into the mother river. And the big river called the mother river just flows quietly. ———— Gunfire rang out in the north of the city. It was obvious that the enemy's infantry planned to seize the forest position in the north at night. In addition, there were gunfire on the east and west sides of the city, and the most intensive gunfire came from the pasture. The two battalions of the Guardians had obviously encountered the enemy. Wang Zhong walked out of the headquarters and found that the stable had collapsed, but Bucephalus was unharmed and was still eating the grass scattered on the ground. Wang Zhong pointed at the horse and said, "Saddle it! Let the lightly wounded ride it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the No. 422 tank drove into the courtyard of the division headquarters. There were a lot of scars on the outer armor, and only half of the flag on the antenna was left.

The driver's hatch was gone, and Belyakov's head was directly exposed. When he saw Wang Zhong, he grinned.

Wang Zhong jumped directly onto the tank, turned around and pulled Nellie onto the car, and then got into his own exclusive position on the turret.

As soon as he put on the headphones, he heard Alexander say: "You are here. I am so busy. It is easier to just be a gunner."

Wang Zhong did not answer him, but shouted to the busy crowd in the division headquarters: "Let the lightly wounded and women get on the tanks! Let the vehicles be given to women!"

A woman below shouted: "We can go! Let the lightly wounded sit!"

"Yes!"

"General, please let the lightly wounded sit!"

When Nelly heard that she was going to get off the car, Wang Zhong grabbed her: "Then let the children sit on the tanks and cars! And the praying hands and the listening monks!"

Nelly: "I am not a child."

"You sit down." Wang Zhong said.

This time Wang Zhong's proposal was not opposed, and all the children in the city were sent to the tanks.

The only children left in the city.

Some children were holding submachine guns, and they already had the expression of a soldier.

At this time, Wang Zhong's heart moved, and he turned his head and asked: "Has anyone seen Liu Xia - Captain Lyudmila Vasilyevna?"

No one answered.

Pavlov also left the division and threw a pile of documents into the burning fire: "Damn it, we spent a lot of time making these reports, and now we have to do it again. Professor! Where are you going?"

He grabbed the only sixth-level clerk in the division.

The old man turned his head: "It's the academic affairs committee! And now you should call me by my rank! Rank!"

"Okay, where are you going, Colonel?"

The old man: "Get your weapons!"

Pavlov took the guard Tokarev and stuffed him to the old man: "Okay, follow the team, my professor!"

"It's Colonel! Where is the team?"

Pavlov pointed to the division column that was lining up.

The old man strode over, not like an old man at all.

Pavlov: "General! You still have to lead the way! Let's go!"

Wang Zhong nodded and held the microphone on his throat: "Let's go! Belyakov, follow my instructions! Let's show the enemy in the city some power!"

"Are you sure you want to take so many children to fight the enemy?"

"Don't worry, we will quickly defeat the enemy." Wang Zhong said confidently.

The tank drove out of the division compound and sped along the street dyed red by the fire.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out in front, and the silver-white hair was particularly conspicuous under the fire.

Wang Zhong: "Liu Xia! This way!"

Lyudmila saw the tank and ran over, and was then pulled up by the children in the car.

As soon as she got on the turret, she gave Wang Zhong a passionate kiss.

Huh?

Is this, is this appropriate?

Lyudmila's eyes were covered with tears. After a long kiss, she said, "Enemy tanks are entering the city from the northeast, and the Crusaders are fighting them! Go and reinforce them! The Crusaders need reinforcements!"

Wang Zhong put his hands on Lyudmila's shoulders: "We are preparing to break out, and we need a rear guard to break out."

Lyudmila was stunned: "Eh? You... don't care about them? Just like Loktov?"

This time Wang Zhong answered with certainty: "This is to save more troops. This is a troop that has come out of the trial of fire and sword, and it must be preserved. One day, this fire will become a prairie fire that destroys the Proson Empire."

He didn't explain more, and Tank No. 422 didn't stop moving forward.