Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong looked back and saw Gregory standing not far ahead, looking down at the body on the ground.

His chest tightened, and he rushed to Gregory's side and looked down.

Yakov and the radioman lay on the ground, looking at the sky with their eyes open.

It appears he did not reach the tank wreckage.

Gregory: "I told you, seeing a black cat is not a good sign."

Wang Zhong took a step forward, squatted down and looked at Yakov's face.

In an instant, Wang Zhong thought of many things.

"Do you remember in which month he took over Vasily's class?" Wang Zhong asked, "I can't remember exactly."

Gregory: "August 17, I remember it very clearly."

Wang Zhong looked down at his palms: "September, October... less than two months, but I feel as if he has been by my side for many, many years."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong touched Yakov's chest, found the location of the diary, opened the button of his pocket, and pulled out the diary.

Opening the first page of the diary, it read: "August 17th, the weather was sunny. Today I will serve as General Rokossov's adjutant, and I am very nervous. I asked Natalia to check me carefully several times. Dress up to make a good impression on the general."

Wang Zhong read slowly, and the scene of that day came to his mind again.

At this time, someone shouted: "General, general! We repelled the attack of the Prosen battle group, and we were still fighting with them... General?"

Wang Zhong stood up, closed his diary, and nodded to the person who came to report: "Continue."

The man looked at the corpse on the ground, and awkwardly pinched the bullet hanging on his chest: "Uh, how about I wait a moment, maybe..."

Wang Zhong: "Gregory, sort out Yakov's belongings and put away his military status card."

"Yes." Grigory immediately leaned over and started touching Yakov's pocket.

Wang Zhong looked at the person who came to report: "Report the situation."

"The counterattack was very successful, but the enemy's shelling prevented us from continuing to attack the enemy, but it also caused the enemy to retreat. All the enemies who were not attacked were blown away by the artillery. They are currently parked two blocks away from Potemkin Street location.”

Wang Zhong: "Arrange ground guidance, and we will also bomb them."

"It may cause accidental injury..."

Wang Zhong: "Our troops have been broken into pieces. Even if there is accidental damage, there will only be a few combat groups. Arrange artillery fire!"

After the order was given, he suddenly thought that he could actually see the coordinates, so he zoomed to the overlooking view and found the enemy at the edge of the overlooking view.

Wang Zhong lowered his head and asked Gregory: "Can the radio still work?"

Gregory handed over the radio, microphone and backpack: "You have a try."

Wang Zhong took it over, played with it, and then heard the urgent call of the Prossenian from the receiver.

Although he didn't understand, Wang Zhong felt that the Prosen people were quite anxious.

He shouted directly into the microphone: "Sukabule, you wait, I will wait for my artillery to come down, and then you will all go to the sky!"

After saying that, he threw down the radio and shouted: "Call me a radioman right now! Now, right now!"

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Commander Prossen's Thirty Army held the radio: "What are you talking about? You have tanks, armored vehicles, and fire-breathing tanks that are specialized in urban warfare, but you were defeated by a pure infantry charge?"

The radio shouted urgently: "They are crazy! They must be on drugs! The stimulants of the Imperial Academy of Sciences! I saw with my own eyes that they were all ignited and they still moved forward bravely! Only drugs can do this Effect!"

Commander of the 30th Army: "I don't believe it! They have this kind of medicine and have taken it long ago. There is also no way that someone can continue to charge after being ignited. Human beings have the instinct to avoid harm!"

"This is the fact! Commander, we are going to fail! Let's retreat now. We can still save some troops by retreating now!"

Army Commander: "No, I think you are trying to excuse your cowardice. Where's Hoffman? Where's Hoffman's Novel? I want to talk to him!"

"Brigadier General Hoffman has..."

The conversation was interrupted, and a loud voice roared in Ant language. The commander of the Thirty Army had no idea what he was saying.

He immediately turned around and asked the adjutant who was also wearing headphones: "What is this Ant man talking about?"

"He said that when his artillery fire arrives, he will send us all into the sky."

The commander thought for a while, took the microphone and asked, "Who is General Ant who is speaking?"

After speaking, he motioned to the adjutant with his eyes.

The adjutant immediately translated into Antese.

However, no answer came - because the speaker had thrown away the radio.

The commander of the 30th Army thought for a moment and asked the adjutant: "Do you think this could be Rokossov himself? Is it because he led the charge that the enemy's troops have such a will to fight?"

The army chief of staff frowned: "The commander of the front army personally leads the charge? No, no, this is impossible."

"A hundred years ago, Bagration also personally led the shooting army to charge, forcibly defeated the Carolingian army, and allowed the Ant troops to escape. Otherwise, the conqueror would have captured the Tsar alive there, and there would be more to come. There won’t be any Yeburg defeat.”

After the commander finished speaking, the staff looked at each other in confusion. At this moment, the sound of exploding artillery shells was heard.

The commander listened for a while and said: "It looks like the bombed Hoffmann Battle Group - maybe it shouldn't be called the Hoffmann Battle Group. So, do you think that was Rokossov himself?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally the chief of staff said on behalf of everyone: "Whether it is true or not, it is always right to conduct another bombardment according to the coordinates of the last call for bombardment."

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When the enemy's second shelling fell, Wang Zhong had already withdrawn from Potemkin Street and set up his own temporary command post at the intersection.

Every car driving out of the river tunnel can see the red flag waving in the wind.

Every unit that passes through here and heads to the front will know that General Rokossov is here, not in the safety of the bunker.

Wang Zhong looked at Potemkin Street, which was bombed again, and said to Gregory: "The enemy probably guessed that I came out in person. Someone may have seen me, but it is a pity that I can't leave the front line now, otherwise I will definitely open the fire in person." Plane reconnaissance of the enemy's artillery positions and give them the entire job."

He paused and noticed that Grigory was holding an oil paper bag, so he asked: "Is this Yakov's relic?"

"Yes, it's all in there. Including photos, unfinished letters, and a pendant."

Wang Zhong took the paper bag with both hands and pinched the contents inside.

"You can take a look," said Grigory. "Yakov won't mind."

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and said: "Yakov is just one of the many soldiers who died under my command. I shouldn't do anything special for him."

Gregory: "He is still someone close to you. I think there is nothing wrong with expressing a little more condolences to those close to you. Maybe it is a little selfish on my part. I hope that one day if I die, you can also spend more time with me." Take some time to honor me.”

Wang Zhong stared at Gregory for a while and nodded: "I will."

Then he opened the oil paper bag, looked at the relics inside, and found that there was also a "Record of the Life of General Rokossov" among them.

Opening this record, it actually describes Wang Zhong's behavior in the tone of a novel. The title of the first chapter is "On the Ship to Barras".

"This guy."

Wang Zhong himself didn't realize that his expression was unusually soft and even sentimental at this time.

At this moment, a brand new heavy armored vehicle drove out of the tunnel. When it saw the red flag, it stopped immediately. The hatch opened, and the commander got out and shouted: "General! General Rokossov!"

Wang Zhong looked up and was stunned when he saw this heavy armored vehicle.

"What the hell?" he asked subconsciously.

After asking, he glanced at the launch rail on his back behind the combat room and asked, "Is this a gas tank launcher?"

The commander jumped out of the car and saluted Wang Zhong: "My name is Alexey Vasilyevich, and I am the commander of this prototype test vehicle! This is the special armored vehicle you requested for breaking down urban obstacles. On the front is a The entire armor plate is 80 mm thick on the side of the combat chamber! It is basically immune to attacks from the front hemisphere, and the rear one is a specially developed 500 mm rocket launcher.”

Wang Zhong: "How many millimeters?"

"500mm! In front of this thing, the enemy is as ridiculous as the enemy's bunker."

Wang Zhong climbed onto the rocket car and stroked the huge rocket. He couldn't close his mouth: "This looks awesome. Come on, bring paint and a small brush. I want to write on it."

Because there were all logistics units nearby, Wang Zhong's order was immediately implemented.

Wang Zhong took a small brush, dipped it in blood-red paint, and wrote on the rocket: Revenge for the heroic Yakov.

After he finished writing, he looked at it and added three more exclamation points.

After doing this, he ordered: "Give this car the number 422, and put a red flag on the antenna! I want to personally verify the quality of this car!"

The gunners who looked up from the roof of the fighting room immediately cheered.

The commander made a grimace: "Although I knew the result would be like this, but... forget it, your request that you command the firing of the first shot is very reasonable."

Wang Zhong got into the tank and looked at the tactical numbers refreshed by the logistics soldiers.

At the same time, the red flag carried by Nicholas was also taken down from the flagpole and fixed on the radio antenna.

When everything was ready, Wang Zhong picked up the microphone: "Everyone listens to orders, I am Rokossov, move forward! We will go straight to the front line!"

"Okay, I can't wait any longer!"

The engine roared and the exhaust pipe spewed a large plume of black smoke.

The grotesque behemoth roared and accelerated slowly but unstoppably.

Wang Zhong stood in the commander's position, looking ahead, thinking, this is still the case.

Not long after the car started, he heard someone calling him from behind. When he turned around and saw Pavlov's bald head, the chief of staff shouted while running: "Come back! Sukabule! The situation was too critical just now, so I let you personally Charger, come back!"

Wang Zhong: "Didn't you think about this situation when you let the car drive out of the tunnel?"

Pavlov stopped and looked here, his helplessness could be felt even from such a distance.