Arc of Gunfire

Yegorov, like the others, rushed out of his hiding place.

Egorov is always indispensable for such things as charging.

The enemy had already suffered heavy losses in the urban meat grinding battle, and was attacked by the No. 422 tank and lost all its armor strength in a short period of time. In this case, even the veterans of Proson suddenly suffered a morale collapse.

On the contrary, the Third Post-Amur Regiment has witnessed the feats of Tank No. 422 to varying degrees, and their morale has skyrocketed.

It can be seen from the deafening sound of urrah.

Yegorov loved this situation so much that he charged into the battle himself.

The enemy was quickly driven out of the village.

Except for some veterans who were not satisfied with killing and were holding big bolts on the edge of the city for target practice, the remaining soldiers all gathered around the No. 422 tank, surrounding the tank and shouting: "Hurrah!"

The deafening sound of Ura sounded as if His Majesty the Emperor was personally on the front line.

Yegorov had to use his strong physique to push away several excited soldiers, and it took him several minutes to squeeze in next to the tank.

Only then did he see clearly that the person sitting on the tank was actually Count Rokosov.

The earl looked in very bad condition, his face was livid and he was sweating profusely.

The soldiers didn't notice anything unusual about the count at all, and it's not their fault. Since the war started, they have been retreating everywhere. The soldiers haven't won a battle for a long time - even if it was just such a trivial local victory.

Just as everyone was celebrating their victory with great excitement, the Count suddenly tilted his body and fell off the tank, but thousands of hands immediately lifted him up.

The soldiers cheered loudly and threw the count into the sky - they actually thought the count was celebrating!

Yegorov raised his voice and shouted: "Stop it! You are shaking the count to death! The count has a high fever! Stop it!"

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At this time, inside Tank No. 422, the tank crews were not as excited as the infantry outside.

It's not that they are unhappy after winning the battle, it's that they just literally danced with death and haven't recovered yet.

The earl had a high fever and could not hear the ringing in his ears. In fact, there were all kinds of cries and howls in the tank just now. None of these tank soldiers had actual combat experience. They really couldn't bear the fighting method of fighting with their lives and licking blood with the tip of the knife, so they could only shout. Alleviate fear.

Now that the battle was over, everyone slumped down in their positions as if they were tired.

Finally, the driver reacted first and let out a silent howl: "Oh oh oh oh! We are alive! Ula!"

The loader and gunner looked at each other and shouted together: "Hurrah!"

As soon as they started shouting, the Count's fell out of the tank.

The nearest gunner reached out to grab it, but missed.

"It's over!"

"The count broke!"

"The star of our victory!"

A group of people hurriedly opened the hatch cover and got out of the tank, just in time to see the soldiers throwing the count almost two stories high.

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Yegorov picked up his submachine gun and fired a shot into the sky before the carnival crowd stopped.

Yegorov: "The count has a high fever! Do you want to kill him? Get a stretcher and take him to the hospital!"

The field hospital originally planned to retreat in a fellow soldier's carriage, but the enemy arrived so quickly that they had not had time to set off.

The soldiers, who had just woken up from their dreams, put the Count on the hastily delivered stretcher, and then followed the stretcher soldiers to the hospital.

Yegorov climbed onto the tank and yelled: "Why are you following us? The enemy was only repelled, not defeated! Clean the battlefield quickly and collect the enemy's weapons, especially machine guns and submachine guns!"

"Go take a look at the tanks that are not on fire and see if you can dismantle the machine guns! There are also ammunition, collect as much as possible!"

The soldiers then dispersed.

Yegorov turned around and looked at each other with the tank crew.

The gunner asked: "What...are we going to do?"

Yegorov: "Why is the count commanding you?"

Gunner: "Our commander was very scared. When we were in the winery yard, he closed the hatch and huddled in the turret, shaking. Then the count came over and knocked on the turret cover and said..."

"Tap the turret cover with your gun," the loader corrected.

Gunner: "Yes, come over with a gun and knock on the turret cover, saying, 'Get out of here, you worthless coward.'"

The driver said firmly: "No, he said, 'You bitch, get out of here, or I'll kill you.'"

Gunner: "Is that so?"

"Yes, it's terrible." The driver nodded, then looked at the electromechanical engineer, "If you don't believe me, ask him."

The electromechanical man also nodded: "That's terrible."

Gunner: "In short, we are under the direct command of the count. The count asked us to drive directly out of the village. He has already thought about it. He knows exactly which bullet is loaded."

"Yes, clearly."

The gunner continued: "As soon as we left the village, we saw an enemy half-track vehicle, probably an ambulance. We sent the vehicle and the wounded soldiers of the Prossens into the sky with one shot!"

The electromechanical man interfaced: "The count is still singing, saying goodbye to the enemy's mother!"

"No, no, no," the driver shook his head, "You have to consider the context. You are an uneducated person. Didn't you study in night school? The count is saying goodbye to his mother and is going to fight the enemy."

Yegorov was confused: "The count called me mother? Singing? What the hell?"

Then several tank crews replied in unison: "It's singing! And it's a song we haven't heard before!"

The gunner added: "In addition to saying goodbye to my mother, the lyrics also say goodbye to my hometown, saying that the star of victory will shine on us!"

Others decisively agreed:

"Yes, Victory Star, I heard it clearly."

"It's probably like this. I looked for the tune, and Doremy Faso... found it, 'Goodbye, dear hometown~The star of victory will shine on us~'"

After the driver finished singing, the others immediately nodded, indicating that this was it.

Yegorov frowned and looked at the tank crews.

At this time Brother Yetsemenko came over: "Lieutenant Colonel Yegorov, we need new shooting positions. I think that when the enemy attacks again, the peripheral positions will not be available."

Just as Yegorov was about to answer, he saw Lyudmila from Yezemenko's Arrow team looking around in confusion.

"The count fainted and was taken to the hospital," Yegorov said.

Lyudmila was startled: "Huh? I, I'm not looking for him! Uh, I am indeed looking for him, monk, can I..."

Yezemenko: "Go ahead and come back before the enemy attacks again."

Lyudmila immediately turned around and ran to the hospital.

After watching her leave, Yezemenko continued the topic: "I need a new firing position. We also have three magic arrows. If the position is well arranged, it can destroy three tanks."

He paused and showed a self-deprecating smile: "Fuck it, it's not as much as the count just killed by himself."

The gunner of No. 422 shouted loudly: "We are also involved, Brother!"

Yezemenko hurriedly corrected his words: "Okay, it was your crew who killed more under the command of the count."

Yegorov said: "I will ask the regiment's logistics to look for any paint, and I will draw a killing ring for you."

In the kill ring, the tank crew will draw a ring-shaped symbol on the artillery. One ring represents the destruction of an enemy tank.

The crew looked at each other and smiled.

At this moment, Yegorov asked: "How is the situation of other crews?"

The expressions of several people were frozen on their faces.

Only then did they get rid of the joy of victory and realized that many comrades who had been with them day and night had died in the battle just now.