Arc of Gunfire

In fact, Wang Zhong knew that there were no Prosons with the will to resist in the post office building at this time.

After being hit by a bullet, this person would probably have a concussion even if he was alive.

But everyone was so enthusiastic, it seemed that it would be bad to spoil everyone's fun.

After the wave submerged the surviving Prosons, Wang Zhong urged: "Quick, come out and load, this thing needs to be loaded, right?"

"Yes." The gunner and loader all climbed out of the prototype vehicle, opened the ammunition storage room at the back, unfolded the small crane that came with the vehicle, and started loading.

Damn, how come even this troublesome loading is the same as the Tiger assault gun on Earth.

However, Wang Zhong reflected on himself and did make the request according to the Tiger assault gun when he made the request, so it was normal that the final product was a bit similar.

It's just that the Tiger assault gun is more afraid of being hit head-on by the huge muzzle, and this prototype vehicle has no such worries at all.

While the members were reloading, a major ran over and saluted Wang Zhong: "Report to the general! The last remnants of the enemy Hoffman battle group have been eliminated! We have captured a small number of prisoners, and they seem unable to be interrogated at the moment."

Wang Zhong: "You don't have to worry about this, leave it to the court. In order to prevent the enemy from using such elite cluster pig-rush tactics again, we need to set up a solid defense line. I think the cafe over there is good. Two machine guns can control the entire street."

The major looked back and nodded: "Indeed, I will set up a machine gun fire point inside."

Wang Zhong: "Anti-tank guns must also be prepared. The enemy's armored force is still very strong."

"Yes. Any other instructions?"

Wang Zhong thought about it and shook his head: "No more. I am the last in the military academy. First, you all know it. "

The major laughed: "We do know it. But now you are our best general! A magician on the battlefield!"

Wang Zhong: "If I were a magician, I wouldn't have sacrificed so many people. I just took advantage of the terrain, climate and a little bit of advanced awareness, that's all. Go and perform your mission. I'll finish reloading here and move on."

The major saluted, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he pointed to the front and said: "The enemy's current tactics are to establish a series of tactical support points, and then attack us with the support points as the core."

Wang Zhong: "That's great, we can take down their support points one by one. You organize a platoon of soldiers to cover our advance."

Actually, it's not necessary. Wang Zhong needs to be highlighted, and he can tell at a glance whether there are enemies.

But the appearance still needs to be done.

Major: "I understand! I can also send you a guide..."

"I'll do it!" The child, who was originally concentrating on watching the ammunition loading, turned his head suddenly, "I know this city very well! I'm even familiar with the sewers!"

Wang Zhong patted the child on the shoulder: "We have the most reliable little guide!"

The major looked at Wang Zhong in surprise. He carefully looked at the child's clothes and smiled: "Is he the child of a worker who maintains the sewers? Then he should be very familiar with a certain area of ​​the city, but..."

The child: "I rode my bicycle all over the city because I usually deliver milk and newspapers for the church. No one knows the city better than me."

Wang Zhong: "Trust our little soldiers, Major Davarish. Follow the order."

"Yes."

Soon, a platoon of soldiers gathered next to the prototype vehicle. The major dug out four jeeps from the ruins from somewhere and gave them to the soldiers.

Wang Zhong: "You take the radio, and a squad will scout in front. Don't be more than 500 meters away from us."

Because my highlight is 2,500 meters, if you run too far, I can't take care of you, and it's easy to get into trouble.

"The other two squads drive behind. Remember, the front of this prototype is very reliable. It is designed to withstand the enemy PAK40 anti-tank gun advancing to 500 meters and launching rockets. Don't think of using your fragile body to block the shells for me. There is no need." Wang Zhong solemnly warned.

"Got it, General. We all saw your car bounce off the enemy shells." The platoon leader grinned, "Great, why didn't this thing come earlier?"

The gunner who was loading the ammunition said: "It was just made. His Majesty said that it was needed here, so it was sent here. This car didn't run far on the test field. We are all worried that it will break down after running on the battlefield. That would be embarrassing."

Wang Zhong: "Then pray to Omnissiah."

"Pray to what?" The gunner and loader looked confused.

Wang Zhong shrugged: "Finish the loading quickly!"

"Done, it's done." The gunner closed the lid of the ammunition storage box and gestured to the loader.

The loader immediately crawled through the hatch like a gymnast and entered the tank.

The gunner also crawled through the hatch and looked back at the little "guide": "Aren't you coming in?"

"I need to show the way, and I also need to write my name on the bomb."

Wang Zhong: "Haven't you finished writing yet?"

"All these military registration tags on me are those that I didn't have time to send back to the church. I collected two batches yesterday and the day before yesterday. How can I finish writing, General, how can I finish writing?" The child muttered while picking up the brush and painting on the rocket.

Wang Zhong took a deep breath and ordered: "Let's go to the nearest enemy support point."

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Major Rozel took over the command of the 580th Infantry Regiment of the Plosson Army. Their regiment headquarters was located in a solid telephone exchange.

There is also special equipment of Ant on the roof of the telephone office, which seems to be called sound array. When the 580th Infantry Regiment reported to the higher authorities, they only replied that a large number of sound arrays had been seized and no new sound arrays needed to be handed in.

Relying on the telephone office, the 580th Regiment has been trying to clear May 5th Street and Labor Day Street, as well as the intricate alleys around them, but the Ants have emerged in waves. The houses that were cleared yesterday will hide new Ant fighters the next day, ready to kill Proson soldiers with PPSh and grenades at any time.

Ant fighters will even hide in the rooms burned by the fire, lying next to the charred corpses, just to pull a few Proson soldiers to die with them.

This is a tactic that Major Rozelle has never encountered.

Completely exchanging lives for lives, as long as every Ant is not killed, they will continue to emerge.

Major Rozelle has even seen Ant's children pretending to beg for food and throwing grenades among the Proson soldiers who are having a meal.

Major Rozelle was amazed by their contempt for life, as if their lives were only for one thing: revenge on the Prosen people.

Major Rozelle once questioned a captured Ante soldier, who wanted to detonate a grenade in the end, but the grenade failed.

Rozelle asked him: "You died meaninglessly like this, and in the end you just became medals for generals!"

The soldier spit and said contemptuously: "So what? When the war started, my twin daughters were just born. I went to get the birth certificate, but when I came back, they and my wife, as well as my parents, were blown to death by you.

"Let the generals take the medals, fuck you, I just want to kill you all, all of you!"

Major Rozelle didn't know how to face this angry Ante father.

He said: "If we don't attack, you will attack, so this is a preventive war..."

"Maybe, but you attacked first, you massacred civilians first, and when you are massacred in the future, don't fucking ask us for mercy. "The soldier paused and sneered," General Rokossov is still too merciful. He doesn't allow us to massacre those who surrender. In my opinion, you should all die. "

Finally, Major Rozelle ordered the soldier to be shot on the spot.

He saw a possibility in this man, a possibility that made him uneasy.

After Plosson's failure, the Ant army, full of revenge, invaded Plosson. Who knows what terrible things will happen.

Will there be any living people in Plosson?

So, this war cannot be lost. Rozelle tried to instill this idea into his soldiers.

Perhaps it was this belief that allowed the soldiers to hold on to the bloody meat until now.

If Ant is not defeated, Plosson has no future.

Then at noon that day, a terrible vision appeared.

A new sun rose on the ground.

The huge mushroom cloud was clearly visible even from such a distance.

When the shock wave reached the telephone office, it was no longer powerful, but Major Rozelle, who had seen many explosions, immediately realized how strong the shock wave was when it was just generated.

The phone rang.

During this period, the phone call with the division headquarters has been intermittent.

Rozelle immediately picked up the phone: "580th Regiment! "

"Did you see that mushroom cloud? What is that?" the division commander asked.

"I don't know." Rozelle could only answer like this, "We don't know what it is. It could be Ant's secret weapon, or it could simply be a bomb with a large equivalent. The explosive equivalent could be more than 500 kilograms."

The division commander was silent for a few seconds and said, "We intercepted Ant's radio communication. Rokossov came forward in person. You have anti-tank guns, kill him!"

After that, the division commander hung up the phone.

Rozelle was shocked and returned the receiver to the communicator with a serious look.

Communicator: "What did the division commander order?"

Rozelle: "We want us to kill Rokossov."

"What? There are so many people in the Hoffman battle group, but they can't do it. We have only half of the regiment left. How is it possible?"

Before Rozelle could answer, someone rushed in to report, "Look! An enemy heavy armored unit that has never been seen before has appeared! With a red flag! "

Rozelle immediately looked out the window and saw a sturdy, heavily armored vehicle coming towards him, with a red flag hanging on the antenna.

He picked up the telescope and saw the tactical number 422 painted on the vehicle. The commander hiding behind the tank hatch looked like a real general!

Rokosov!

Rozelle: "Quick, all anti-tank guns, aim at that vehicle! Fire! Shoot as fast as you can! "

The order was quickly executed. In fact, before he gave the order, the elite anti-tank gun crew had already noticed what the most threatening target was and turned their guns.

Armor-piercing shells hit the bulky armored vehicle one after another, but they were all bounced off by the front armor that was tilted at a large angle.

The car drove to a distance of 500 meters.

Then, a "new star" rose from the back of the car, trailing smoke and falling towards the building where Rozel was.

He watched the thing smash through the window next to it, smash into the floor, and penetrate to the downstairs - maybe the downstairs downstairs.

The next moment, the floor arched up, and after breaking through the torque limit, the steel frame, wood and other things that made up the floor erupted upwards together.

The flames engulfed Rozel.

A remaining photo was blown up by the wind, burned up in the air, and turned into scattered sparks.