Arc of Gunfire

On September 9, there were still sporadic battles in the city, mostly by Prosens in Barras uniforms.

There was no one left in the Barras defenders.

Those who survived yesterday's battle all fell down today, because the amount they ate yesterday was actually hopeless, and they would die if the Allies did nothing.

A few who were not dead due to special physiques also committed suicide with the weapons in their hands because they could not bear the pain.

At 11:00 noon, Wang Zhong sat in his No. 422 tank and entered the outer city of Barras.

Yesterday he saw the tragic situation of the outer city from a bird's-eye view, but today he was still shocked when he actually saw it with his naked eyes - it seems that the bird's-eye view can really reduce the bloodiness.

It may be because looking down, there will be a feeling of transcendence. When playing real-time strategy games, even if the blood plasma patch is applied and the bloody scenes are made very delicate and realistic, the players will not feel too much.

However, it is completely different when viewed in the first person, especially the extremely strong smell of burnt in the air, which enhances the realism of the whole scene.

Wang Zhong heard the sound of the body machine gunner vomiting in the headset - that position should have been the mechanic, but now Ant simply couldn't equip each tank with a mechanic, so it was changed to a machine gunner who only fired machine guns.

The machine gunner of vehicle No. 422 was still a new recruit, probably seeing this kind of scene for the first time, so it's not his fault that he vomited.

However, unlike Wang Zhong, whose upper body was outside, the other members of the tank began to complain: "Damn it, Alyosha, now the whole car smells like your vomit."

"Sorry!"

"When we stop later, you quickly get a bucket of water to flush it!"

"Yes! I'll do it later!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, don't blame the new recruits, the scene in front of me is too tragic, I can't stand it. The tank will not move for the time being, Alyosha, you go down, find a corpse that looks good and urinate, you should not be afraid anymore."

The gunner asked puzzledly: "Huh? Is that so? I heard that it is only useful to urinate on the enemy you killed!"

No, has this rumor spread so far?

Wang Zhong thought about it, no, the tank destroyer battalion of the 225th Division came with them, and they will spread all these rumors.

It's bad, the 51st Tank Army may also be infected with this problem in the future - no, it is to acquire this tradition.

When Wang Zhong was thinking about this, Alyosha climbed out of his position, and as soon as he came out, he saw a more tragic scene, and immediately began to retch, and the yellow-white liquid dripped onto the ground next to the track.

A stench of stomach acid mixed with the stench of the charred corpse, making Wang Zhong frown.

Wang Zhong: "Just now, the impact force seen through the periscope is not as strong as seeing it directly, right?"

"Yes. General, how can you see this scene without changing your expression?"

Wang Zhong: "Because I have seen it, I have seen it many times, and I am used to it."

"You are really amazing, you, I want to be like you." The new recruit Alyosha said. Alyosha is a nickname. His full name is the same as Wang Zhong, Alexei. It is very common to have the same name as Ante, so the father's name is generally added to distinguish them.

But on the 422 vehicle, there is no such trouble, because everyone calls Wang Zhong "General".

Wang Zhong looked at the scene in front of him and shook his head: "Alyosha, you don't have to blame yourself for vomiting when you see this miserable scene. This is normal. I am abnormal for being indifferent to the miserable scene. We fight today to let our children grow up as normal people.

"In the future, my son will also vomit crazily when he sees this scene, and I will cheer loudly, because this is the meaning of my fighting. "

The internal communication of the tank was silent, no, the communication of the entire tank unit was silent.

Wang Zhong then remembered that he was turning on the radio.

It's over. If this were a peaceful era, those VUPs would come up with this during the live broadcast, and "forget to turn off the microphone to give a speech", which would definitely be questioned as a script.

But now no one questioned it. Everyone listened to Wang Zhong's words quietly, and even the naval infantry who was resting nearby quieted down and looked at Wang Zhong with pursed lips.

Wang Zhong: "Alyosha, do what you should do. "

"Yes, General. "Alyosha jumped out of the car and began to look for an enemy that he liked.

The gunner opened the side hatch of the T34W and stuck his head out. He immediately frowned: "Oh my God, it's really different from what I saw in the scope. It's terrible."

Wang Zhong nodded.

At this time, an old woman from Balas appeared next to the tank, holding an empty basin in her hand, shaking the basin and praying for something.

Wang Zhong: "Give him a piece of bread."

The gunner immediately took out the bread stored in the tank and made a gesture to throw it, so the old woman raised the basin high and even stood on tiptoe.

It was obvious that she was very eager for this piece of bread.

The naval infantry next to him jumped onto the tank in one step, took the bread from the gunner, put it on the old woman's plate, and added his own dry food.

Wang Zhong: "See, we launched the attack just to save them."

At this time, Alyosha ran back while pulling up his pants, and shouted loudly: "Hey! I found a Prosen man wearing a Balas military uniform! Definitely a Prosen man! ”

Wang Zhong: “Okay! Come up quickly, we are going to enter the royal city.”

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The situation in the royal city is much better than outside. Not only His Majesty the King lives in the royal city, but also the nobles and tribal leaders in the city of Barras.

They were waiting on both sides of the entrance to the royal city early.

The entrance gate seemed to be opened by a 100mm cannon. The vortex that did this stopped on the street inside the gate. The tankers were chatting with beautiful noble girls.

Hearing the sound of the engine and gearbox, the tankers immediately looked over. When they saw the red flag behind the No. 422 car, everyone was shocked, left the noble girl, and stood at attention after tidying up their clothes.

When No. 422 stopped in front of the tanker, the commander shouted: "Hello, General! Salute to you!"

Wang Zhong: "Hello, salute you for fighting bravely. But remember the discipline of our army, we are not allowed to attack the daughters of local people."

Immediately, a noble girl said: "We are voluntary generals!"

Wang Zhong: "Whether you are voluntary or not. Don't make mistakes, soldiers!"

But Wang Zhong always felt that it was useless. The Ant people were too relaxed in this regard. When fighting in the country, Wang Zhong was very troubled by this matter, because he could not say anything even if they were willing. He could only tell the parish priest of the local church to take good care of the girl if she got pregnant and try to remember the father's name.

Wang Zhong sighed and said to the driver: "Continue along the road and go to see the king's palace."

Car No. 422 started again and moved along the road.

Soon, the palace appeared in front.

It seemed that the king's palace had not been damaged, and even the beautiful stained glass was mostly intact.

A large group of waiters in gorgeous clothes were waiting at the door of the palace.

As soon as Wang Zhong's tank stopped, an old man with a long beard half-knelt in front of the tank: "Welcome, Lord Duke of Antkaron!"

Wang Zhong: "No need to be polite."

He climbed out of the tank swiftly and glanced at the naval infantry standing behind these elegantly dressed waiters.

The captain of the infantry who led the team immediately said: "We have searched them all. They have no weapons. Most of them have not received military training and have no calluses on their hands from playing with guns."

Wang Zhong nodded and jumped off the tank: "Take me to the highest point of the royal city. I want to see the city we took after a day and a night of fierce fighting."

In fact, Wang Zhong had another purpose for going to the highest point. Today was September 9th. Although it was the Gregorian calendar, Wang Zhong wanted to climb the height to commemorate his real motherland - climbing the height on September 9th, the Double Ninth Festival, is a tradition.

As soon as he finished speaking, the half-kneeling old man stood up and said in Ant language attentively: "Please follow me. The observation tower is not far away."

About five minutes later, under the guidance of the old man, Wang Zhong climbed up to the observation tower of the royal city.

This is indeed the highest point in the entire royal city. Even the roof of the palace is not as high as Wang Zhong's current position. The tiles on the roof are all clearly visible.

Wang Zhong looked far to the south.

The main color of the Baras Plateau is a mixture of green and yellow. It does not have the desolation of the desert smoke, nor the abundance of cattle and sheep.

Wang Zhong knew from the bird's-eye view that a small group of people from the Baras Free Officers Alliance, including Meyer, had just walked onto the observation deck. He maintained a lookout posture and asked: "Meyer, look at this plateau, what do you think?"

"It's beautiful, General."

Wang Zhong smiled: "In the eyes of the Baras people, their country is indeed different. Although I don't like this scenery, it reminds me of my hometown."

He patted the box on his waist: "Here, the black soil of my hometown is here. One day I will fight back, and no one can stop me."

Meyer did not say anything.

Wang Zhong continued: "You also have to work hard to drive all the colonists out."

"I will." Meyer answered loudly.

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly saw smoke in the south, as if a convoy was coming from the south.

He switched the view and found that it was a convoy of the United Kingdom Army, consisting of Brun machine gun vehicles and Daimler wheeled armored vehicles, which were rushing towards the city of Barras.

Wang Zhong switched back to the naked eye view, pointed at the smoke in the south, and said to Meyer: "Look, the colonists are coming. But now they are allies. The contradiction between us and Proson has exceeded the contradiction between us and has become the main contradiction. When the war is over, it won't be long before the old imperialism will show its true colors."

Meyer nodded vigorously: "I will keep your teachings in mind. Before the war is over, we will work hard to learn and master the methods of fighting them."

Wang Zhong: "Very good, don't let Emilia know about this. She went to meet the United Kingdom convoy."

Meyer: "Of course, don't worry."