Arc of Gunfire

When Wang Zhong looked at Shepetovka, he was actually observing the city from an overhead perspective.

Of course, his bird's-eye view cannot cover a large city with a population of one million. After leaving the "lit" range, he can only see the buildings in the night.

He quickly found the house where he lived in Shepetovka. It seemed that a senior officer from Ploson also took a fancy to this house. In the overlooking mode, he could see a small Ploson-style guard box at the entrance of the yard. , and bunkers made of sandbags.

However, in the overlook mode, the machine gun has been removed and there is no blood on the road ahead.

Two years ago, it was here that Shepetovka textile workers handed the red flag to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong remembered that it was the dyer Polutkin who finally made the red flag "a color like blood" with great difficulty, and then Radilov carried it to him.

There seems to be an old worker in my memory who is the leader of all workers.

He recalled the face of the old worker, and he felt that he did not look like the old man who had just been sent to rest.

At this time, there were footsteps approaching. Because Wang Zhong had no time to pull back his perspective, he directly switched to the naked eye perspective. He turned around and saw Gregory coming back with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wang Zhong: "Grisha (Gregory's nickname), was that old man just now the one who gave us the red flag?"

"It's not like that. The one who sent the red flag felt more courageous. He looked like an old general, with a square face and a general belly." Gregory said, "At first glance, he looked like he was cheering in the factory. The one who can get the response from all the workers would have to give them some points in the past, both from the factory director and the nobles.”

Vasily: "Before?"

"Yes, after the civil war, large factories related to people's livelihood, such as textile factories, were all taken over by the church."

Wang Zhong thought about the old man just now, and he was indeed very different from the old man in his memory who directed everyone to deliver the flag.

He looked at the night city again and whispered: "I hope they are well."

Grigory asked Vasily doubtfully: "Who is the general talking about?"

"The people who sent the flag to the general." Vasily sighed, "But... the best case scenario is that they follow the retreating troops. The worst case..."

At this time Neli came over: "General, I have arranged for the uncle. Please take a rest too, it is still early before dawn."

"I know, I know." Wang Zhong murmured, still looking at Shepetovka in the night.

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Early the next morning, Wang Zhong boarded the newly painted No. 422 Rokosov Type I heavy breakthrough tank early and looked back at the energetic troops lined up behind the tank.

Wang Zhong: "Wear all the medals! You are not an ordinary army, you are a unit with a cape, a unit with the title of Guards! Each of you is a hero on the battlefield! You don't need medals to prove yourself, but ordinary people need!

"They have suffered under the iron heel of the enemy for so long, let them see the heroic soldiers are back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers shouted in unison: "Ula!"

Wang Zhong: "I won't do anything if you don't want me!"

"Ula!"

Wang Zhong shook his head, got into the tank turret, put on his headphones, and patted the top of the turret: "Forward!"

Then a familiar "duang" sound came from the driver's side.

In the past three years, the tanks commanded by Wang Zhong have been changed from T28 to BT7, then T34W, and finally to the current Rokosov Type 1. The sound of the wrench hitting the joystick has never changed.

The tank engine roared, and the huge body began to move forward.

Not long after driving on the road, Wang Zhong saw a crowd of people greeting him.

The girls held flowers and started throwing them when they saw Wang Zhong's tank, and they threw them at Wang Zhong's face.

Wang Zhong: "Okay girls! Leave the flowers to the young men behind you!"

As soon as the words were spoken, two young girls rushed to the front of the tank and threw flowers into the driver's hatch.

The driver's scream came from the internal communication: "Don't do this! Sukabulie, the petals slipped into my collar."

Wang Zhong could only smile in the rain of flowers, ignoring the petals that slapped his face.

Behind the tank, the girls also attacked the soldiers. After all the flowers were thrown, the girls began to kiss the young soldiers.

Wang Zhong saw clearly through the bird's eye view. Suddenly he had a doubt, and raised his voice and asked the crowd beside the car: "Girls, why are you all wearing lipstick? Where could there be so much lipstick during the war?"

Several girls looked at each other, then laughed together, and replied: "We rushed into the homes of the mayors and senior officials appointed by the Pulosans, and divided their lipsticks! Everyone had a share to put them on!"

Wang Zhong: "So that's it. Those Anji who worked hard for the Prosen people must record all their names. Now they can run with the Prosen people. When we destroy the Prosen Empire, we will have to fight with them. They keep the ledger!"

The words were immediately met with cheers.

As No. 422 approached the city, more and more people lined the streets to welcome him. Wang Zhong suddenly understood what it means to be "wholly welcomed by the people wherever he goes" and what it means to be "a state where everything is full of vitality and flourishing."

After two years of suffering, the people's desire for victory has become unquenchable.

A child ran with Tank No. 422 and asked as he ran: "General! My grandpa said you will fight to Plosen this winter!"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, this winter, we will reach the national border! Next year we will invade the Prosen Empire!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone shouted like crazy: "Ura!"

When entering the city, the No. 422 tank had to slow down because the crowd had already squeezed onto the road. If it didn't slow down, it might run over people.

Dying under the tracks of your own tank entering the city when you are victorious is a hellish joke.

Wang Zhong heard someone shouting: "Look! The words written on the red flag! Shepetovka textile workers! Go and notify the textile factory's guard team!"

Wang Zhong shouted: "Let the guard team go to the central square of the city!"

He didn't know if his words could be conveyed.

At this time, some people came out with a radio, and the radio was playing Olga's speech, the Tsar's Majesty: "My compatriots! Today, the First Khazaria Front led by General Rokossov has recaptured Shepetovka!

"This is our recovery - the first city with a population of one million that we liberated! The arrogant Prosen army collapsed!

"Let us sing praises to this great victory!"

Then the melody of the sacred war came from the radio.

The people who lined the streets to welcome the team also stopped cheering and sang the popular song along with the radio.

The 422 tank entered the central square of Shepetovka amid the singing. Wang Zhong saw a crowd of people wearing uniform work clothes and red armbands on their sleeves.

When he looked at them from a distance, he thought they were all young workers, or at least middle-aged workers. When he zoomed in from a bird's-eye view, he found that except for a few middle-aged men, they were all elderly people over 50 with gray hair.

Wang Zhong immediately realized why this happened and managed to suppress the tears that were about to burst out.

General Rokossov could not cry in front of everyone, and the star of victory would not cry.

The 422 tank drove all the way to the group of workers, and before Wang Zhong gave an order, the driver braked with a duang.

Wang Zhong wanted to use a plug-in to see all the names, but that would take too much time, so he directly asked the strange middle-aged man who climbed onto the tank: "Davarich, when I left Shepetovka, the worker Radilov gave me this flag, which was dyed by the most outstanding dyer, Polytkin.

"I didn't see them. And the old man who led the workers at that time didn't show up either. Did they retreat with the troops?"

Worker Davarishi shook his head: "No, they received an order to stay and organize the underground struggle, and they all died last year."

Wang Zhong: "Where are they buried?"

"The Prosons will hang the bodies of the captured guerrillas and underground party members there for public display, right there." The representative pointed to the east side of the square, "We tried to steal the bodies for burial, but failed. When the Prosons retreated, they burned all the bodies and gallows. We recovered the wreckage and are currently keeping it in the ruins of the church."

Wang Zhong took a deep breath: "I'm going to take a look, with this flag. Grisha, take the flag down! Be careful! "

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At this moment, still in the command vehicle outside the city, Lyudmila reached out and turned off the radio.

The conversation between Rokosov and the workers' representative just now was transmitted through the radio - the general may have been too excited and forgot to turn off the radio transmission function.

Lyudmila covered her mouth and began to cry.

The old worker sitting in the command vehicle sighed: "Madam, why are you crying?"

Lyudmila: "Because Alyosha can't cry in this situation, so I think I can cry for him."

The old worker looked at Nellie: "Oh, please comfort the lady! The makeup is all messed up by crying, what a beautiful makeup."

Nellie just handed over the handkerchief.

The old man: "This..."

Nellie: "Sorry, my eyes have been injured and my tear glands are broken, so the lady has to do my part."

The old man looked at the maid, then at Lyudmila, and sighed deeply.

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Wang Zhong gently stroked the coke-like thing in front of him with his hand, and asked the priest who entered the city earlier: "Is there no way to separate the bones? "

"It's indistinguishable, General. After the organic matter is burned, it's hard to distinguish between human bones and wood."

Wang Zhong thought for a moment and asked, "Hold a ceremony to appease the dead souls. When everything is done, send me a small portion. It must fit in this box."

He patted the small box on his waist that once contained black soil.

The priest nodded, "I understand. We will take care of it."

Wang Zhong looked at the others who followed in, "The heroes have left, but thousands of heroes have stood up again! You were not frightened by the brutality of the Prosens! This heroic city was not frightened either!

"In this war, you won! You drove away the evil invaders! I, on behalf of all the soldiers of the Khasalia Front, cheer for you!"

After that, Wang Zhong stood at attention, raised his right hand solemnly, and saluted the workers and all the citizens of Shepetovka.