Arc of Gunfire

This is the surrender ceremony.

Popov was expressing his dissatisfaction: "What do you mean? If it was last winter and you felt that General Winter defeated you, I can understand. This year we won the victory with hard work and risk our lives. You know we just How bad was it when you arrived?"

Wang Zhong patted Popov on the shoulder: "Don't be like this, I guess it's that General Frederick..."

"He is the marshal." said the leader of the surrender delegation. "He was promoted to marshal yesterday."

Wang Zhong: "Well, that Marshal Frederick probably wanted to commit suicide in exchange for the safety of your family members who surrendered, right?"

Everyone in the delegation looked ashamed.

"Look, you can understand by looking at their expressions." Wang Zhong patted Popov's shoulder again, and then said to everyone in the delegation, "As the invaded party, we will not erect monuments for any invaders. But I guarantee that the Marshal’s body will be returned to his hometown and handed over to his relatives after the war.”

The head of the delegation looked touched: "You are different from the rumors. You are a soldier with a sense of honor."

Just as Wang Zhong was about to answer, the Proson communications soldier came over with a radio: "Commander, the marshal said..."

The next words turned into whispers. Wang Zhong could hear them but couldn't understand them.

Reporter Mike smiled: "General, congratulations, you are about to accept the surrender of a marshal."

Wang Zhong: "Is he not dead? Is there something wrong with the gun or something?"

Mike shrugged: "I don't know."

At this time, the head of the delegation looked embarrassed and said to Wang Zhong: "General, the marshal... the marshal wants to surrender to you at his headquarters. You see..."

Wang Zhong: "Yes, but you are now the defeated general. I will go to the headquarters to accept the surrender of the marshal alone."

Popov: "Isn't this good? We are the victor!"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, so I will ride in my tank and carry my red flag over there. The tank will roar and crush the corpses and helmets along the way. I will also choose a brave citizen representative of Abawahan, Sit on the tank and go with us. The little Griff who was my guide that day was pretty good..."

Wang Zhong hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Is he still alive?"

Popov: "Let me ask, this kind of kid likes to run around, and the priest of the parish where his home is located doesn't know if he is alive."

"I'm here!" Little Griff walked out of the crowd of onlookers, raising his hands high, "I'm here!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay! As a representative of the brave citizens of Abavahan, sit on my tank and go to the headquarters of the Sixth Army of Plosen to accept the surrender of Marshal Frederick."

Pavlov: "Your tanks will be ready in twenty minutes. Now let's hold the surrender ceremony. Have you brought the flags of the Sixth Army, as well as the flags and emblems of the subordinate divisions?"

Head of the delegation: "Take it, here."

"Very good, these will be sent to the Ant War Museum as trophies. We may also establish a special... Patriotic War Museum in the future." While Pavlov was talking, Mike's partner kept taking pictures of these. , an officer from the Propaganda Department of the Front Army was filming nearby with a camera.

Wang Zhong: "Should we sign the surrender document?"

Pavlov: "We have already written a letter of surrender. You must accept it in full, otherwise we will set up our positions and fight again."

The leader hesitated to speak, and finally just nodded.

It looked like his self-esteem was severely bruised.

Wang Zhong: "There is an old saying in Siris, a defeated general cannot be brave. You should take care of yourself."

When the translator came to that ancient saying, he frowned: "How...how should I translate this ancient saying?"

Mike: "Let me do it."

After he translated for a while, the Proscenians looked at each other, and finally the leader said awkwardly: "Thank you for your teaching, we understand. We will fully accept your conditions."

Pavlov pointed to the table that had been prepared: "Then sign."

…

Ten minutes later, the T34W tank with tactical number 422 arrived at the surrender site. The tank's antenna hung the red flag that had been following Wang Zhong in battle, and the infantry on the tank also held a red flag.

Wang Zhong asked in confusion: "What's going on with the red flag?"

"It was given by all the workers of the factory on May 5th." The soldier carrying the flag said proudly, "The workers thank you for successfully defending their hometown."

Wang Zhong climbed onto the tank and looked at the new red flag carefully: "Okay, very good."

The soldier added: "General, the workers hope that this flag can be planted on the landmark building in Prosonia. I asked them what kind of building it was, and they said they didn't know. Let you watch it."

Wang Zhong smiled: "Okay, I will plant this flag at the highest point of the Prosen Palace."

After saying that, he turned around, lifted Little Griff onto the top of the tank, pointed to the vacant commander's position and said, "Do you want to try being the commander?"

"Isn't this your position?" Little Griff asked curiously.

Wang Zhong: "This is the position of a hero! In terms of military merits, you may not be enough to judge Ant as a hero, but in my opinion, you are the representative of all heroes, and it is only natural that you sit here!"

Little Griff smiled and got into the tank, but soon found that his head couldn't be exposed if he stood inside, so he had to sit on the edge of the canopy.

Then Wang Zhong looked back and confirmed that reporter Mike and the accompanying guards had boarded other tanks, then he patted the hatch of the turret: "Let's go!"

"Understood!" The driver's loud voice penetrated the roar of the engine.

The tank started, black smoke spewed out of the exhaust pipe, and the tracks pressed on the snow, leaving deep ruts.

On May 5th, the streets were full of people. The people came out from their hiding places and hugged their surviving neighbors.

Some people were throwing stones at the Proson soldiers, crying as they threw.

Finally, someone noticed No. 422.

"It's a red flag!"

"The young man on the car has three general stars!"

"It's Admiral Rokossov!"

"General Rokossov!"

Wang Zhong smiled and waved to the people.

Suddenly, a little girl rushed over with a bunch of flowers, holding the bouquet high and chasing the tank.

Wang Zhong bent down to take the bouquet - and then found that it was fake flowers, and how could there be real flowers at this time.

He held the fake bouquet to his chest and said to the girl, "Thank you, little girl!"

More girls rushed out and threw flowers made of handkerchiefs onto the tank, and some threw gifts directly into the open driver's hatch - the largest opening on the front of the tank.

The men shouted, "Ura!"

More and more children ran after the tank, and some of them knew little Griff and shouted, "Little Griff, how did you get on it! Why?"

Wang Zhong: "Where did you hide when the battle broke out? I thought there were no children in this city!"

In theory, women and children had been transported to the other side of the river.

The boy who knew little Griff shouted, "We are not crossing the river, we also want to fight!"

After that, he raised the cross in his hand: "I also sneaked up on a medalist, killed him, and robbed the spoils!"

Wang Zhong squinted his eyes and looked for a long time before he realized that it was the Iron Cross with Double Swords and Silver Oak Leaves. The soldier who could get this must have had quite amazing military exploits.

"This medal is amazing," he said to the child, "Look, it's decorated with double swords and silver oak leaves, it's more advanced than the Knight's Cross! Much more advanced! You killed the enemy's ace!"

The child was shocked: "Really? I killed such a powerful enemy?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes! So keep the medal well, and when you are old, you can tell this story proudly to your children and grandchildren!"

The child stopped running and looked at the medal happily. The children who had just chased the tank also stopped and gathered in a circle.

Wang Zhong retracted his gaze and found that little Griff was a little envious, so he asked: "Why, do you also want to seize such a good thing?"

"Humph, the enemy I killed must be very powerful, reducing our casualties." Little Griff said.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, I'll see if there is a higher-level Proson medal in the trophy and give you one."

Little Griff finally smiled.

At this time, a group of Proson soldiers walked out of the fortress where the tank passed by.

The moment he saw the red flag, the leader stepped back several steps and knocked down others.

All the Proson soldiers stared at Wang Zhong with complicated eyes.

According to Wang Zhong's interpretation, half of them were fear and the other half were admiration.

The tanks passed through the occupied urban area, and the Proson soldiers along the way basically had such expressions.

Finally, the tanks left the city and rushed towards the headquarters location provided by the Proson delegation.

After driving for a while, Wang Zhong suddenly said: "Wait a minute, turn left at the next intersection, I want to see the train dispatching yard."

The 16th Army was ordered to hold the train dispatching yard, and then lost contact with the front headquarters.

The enemy troops entrenched in the train dispatching yard should be waiting for the Ante troops to take over.

The tank turned and rushed towards the train dispatching yard.

When it was almost there, Wang Zhong looked down and found that there were no green "units" in the whole city.

It seems that all members of the 16th Army were killed in the satellite city where the train dispatching yard is located.

There is about a regiment of Proson troops waiting to surrender in the city. They are all huddled in the fortress, burning wood and other things looted from the surrounding houses.

When they heard the sound of the tank engine, the Proson soldiers began to walk out of the stronghold and looked at the No. 422 tank from a distance.

Wang Zhong turned around and shouted to the translator in the car behind: "Order these Proson people to pile up their guns and line up in the open air. When the receiving troops arrive, those who do not line up will be considered to have the will to resist and will be shot."

Little Griff: "If you stand in the open air for an hour in this weather, you will be frozen."

Wang Zhong looked at the child seriously: "Yes, I know, I know."