Arc of Gunfire

The column of the Psychological War Command of Vasili was on the streets of the king. As a result, I saw a red flag and a horn -equipped Rocosov Type 2 tank stopped at the center of the crossroads.

"That's the tank of our headquarters, just open it to see which car is!" Vasily said.

The jeep immediately accelerated. As soon as I ran to the tank, Vasily laughed when I saw the text on the tank: "Why are you?

Captain cried and lost his face: "Colonel Davarih, we don't want to! But this seems to be cursed. You see us entering the city and stepping on the landmine three times. Now the car broke down again. In this virtue, you see the killing ring on the gun tube, and all of them are not killed in key battles.

"It seems that as long as it is not a key battle, the curse on our body will fail!"

Vasili: "You can also get into Prosnia, and you don't miss the final battle."

"You say this!" The chief of the car still frowned. "We were entering the city. As a result, a Proson devil was not seen. The machine guns were shot without driving. How much did we bring when we entered the city? How many."

The driver immediately opposed: "No, we fired a cannon and exploded the roadblocks on the road."

"Okay. I drove a barrier." The chief of the car sighed, "We picked the barricades as the fruit of the turret. Lusha, paint paint!"

Vasili: "Okay, I use radio to call for maintenance camp."

"It's useless, we have called it, the maintenance camp is busy repairing other tanks, and a repair car can't be drawn!" The "Revenge of the Hero Brother" is placed together, and they will say: Ah, these are two cars serving in a troops, one who has participated in all the key battles, and the other missed all the perfectly missed all the ones. Key Battle ""

Vasily was about to speak, and his deputy patted his shoulder: "Look at it, is that our fake Rocosov?"

"What?" Vasili turned back, and then looked at the deputy's fingers, "Looking like ... but why is he alone? How can this be killed immediately to deceive the enemy? Discipline!

Vasily jumped out of the car and came to the middle of the road.

"Look at me to stop him, train hard!"

White Horse rushed all the way to Vasis.

"What's going on!" Vasily shouted, "If you say you can't act alone, you will not be allowed to wear the Marshal military costume when you act alone! Give me it!"

The White Horse Cavaliers stopped and said to Vasily: "Vasily, can't find the north to be promoted to the school? I think you want to continue to pick dung!"

As soon as he heard the voice of the person, Vasily shrank his neck: "Broken, why are you genuine?"

Marshal Rocosov: "Of course I am a genuine, but the last blow to Prosnia, but I can't miss me. Bring your troops, we continue to move forward!"

"Oh!" Vasil nodded and gave up the way.

White horse immediately sprinkled his legs and ran forward.

On the jeep behind the white horse, the chief of the Groggin sees Colonel Vasili with a bad smile while saluting Colonel Vasily.

Vasili climbed into a jeep and murmured: "How can it be a genuine!"

Driver: "Commander, what should we do?"

"Follow up, Marshal has entered, can we still stay behind?"

So the Jeep car started, chasing the jeep of the former marshal follower, and the entire psychological war force commander team followed the car of Vasili, and the group followed the marshal.

The head of the car all the way patted the tip of the turret with his hand: "Don't go! You get out of my car, I will go! Hey! Don't go! Do not repair my car!"

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Philipov took the group into a relatively well -preserved steel concrete building and found that it was actually a house.

From the perspective of decoration, it should be Proson's noble or rich.

He climbed up to the highest floor and opened the door, and found that the room was full of furniture that looked expensive. That huge dining table, Felipov never seen it in the manor of Marshal Rocosov. Essence

Felipov's staff opened the cabinet by the wall and immediately shouted: "This family has so many silverware and iron! Obviously, did we break into the house of senior Proven officials?"

Generally, the iron of the Proson family is taken away, and the recycled iron and rare metals are used to make ammunition and weapons.

There are so many iron in this family, and the status is definitely unusual.

At this time, a Proson woman pushed the door and entered the room with a rectangular tray, with six cups of coffee on the plate.

Women said in Pronoson: "I invite you to drink coffee."

Felipov: "Thank you."

Staff: "There are coffee in her family!"

The Guarders of the Youth League replied: "Looking at her clothes, my mother didn't wear such good clothes!"

Felipov: "Marshal forbids us from robbery civilians, and people have invited us to drink coffee. When Proseon builds a secular country, they become our Davarih. Drink coffee, Vania."

The guard took out his own kettle: "What does it mean to drink coffee, let's order this, Major Davarih."

Felipov: "Good guy, you still brought wine! The priest knows, you have to punish you to get dung!"

Vania: "Put up dung, your friends who are dung, now you are all the way!"

Felipov smiled.

Vania picked up a cup of coffee and poured it in the hostess's potted plant: "Let it grow up quickly!"

Then he opened his kettle, poured the liquid inside in the coffee cup, and handed it to Felipov.

Felipov took a drink, and it was a pure Ant Vodka.

"Oh," he said, "If you know Proven, you can get a lot of money to sell this to Stas!"

Vania: "OK, after all, there are only beer like horsesurized in the local tavern. Come on, you also drink."

Speaking of Vania picked up another cup, poured coffee into the potted plant, poured into the wine and handed it to the staff.

The group took a few drinks like this, and then Felipov sat into the sofa with his buttocks, pulled out the piano, and blew the song in the new military song that was received before the attack.

Vania cleared her throat, and sang with the melody of the harmonica:

"We haven't rest for a long time

"He has no time to go all the way, he takes care

"Once the first, half of the Uroba is behind ~

"Tomorrow is the last battle ~ the most cruel battle ~

"But I want to go back to Ante's motherland ~

"Seeing my mother for many years ~

"I want to go back to Ante's motherland ~

"See my hometown for a long time."

Others sang the second paragraph together:

"In the past three years, Prossen devils have never made me comfortable!

"In the past three years, hard -sweat has remitted Jianghe.

"I want to fall in love with a good girl.

"There is no smell of smoke.

"I eager to touch the land of the motherland,

"There is no cold landmine in the dirt ..."

Just when everyone was chorus, the bell rang.

Felipov put down the piano and grabbed his pistol, looking back at the hostess who was about to answer the phone.

The hostess asked: "Can you pick it up?"

Felipov thought for a while and nodded: "Take it."

The hostess picked up the phone and answered in Proseon: "William, who are you? Urban Defense Command? Hello Commander. What? Do you ask me if there is Ante here? Of course, what are they doing? They are singing, commander, I don’t understand, but it seems to be a sad song. "

After a short pause, the hostess asked doubtful: "Are you the commander -in -chief of Proson's urban defense, or Ante's urban defense commander?"

Felipov thought that the hostess was very humorous as a Radison.

At this time, the hostess put down the phone and turned back to Felipov: "He hung up the phone angrily, and it looked like Proseon's urban defense commander."

Felipov: "The commander of the city defense personally called to confirm where we were advancing, indicating that the Proveson's command and communication system have been finished. Davarih, don't rest, and then work harder, we have to work harder. Take down Proseon. "

As soon as the words fell, it was said that the soldiers opened the door and said: "Marshal Rocosov is coming to us along the street!"

Felipov was shocked: "What?"

"Marshal Rocosov is coming along the street!"

Felipov immediately rectified the whole army and ran downstairs.

As soon as he arrived on the street, he saw Marshal Rocosov riding a white horse and ran along the street.

"Felipov!" He stopped in front of Felipov in front of Felipov, "What's wrong, start to enjoy the blessing? Continue to move forward, Davari!"

"yes!"

Marshal continued to urge the horse forward, a lot of vehicles followed him.

Felipov actually saw Vasily, and the latter continued to do gestures: "Quick, catch up! You don't want to miss the most important ending of the war?"

Felipov scolded in his heart: Of course I don't want to!

He climbed up the jeep and urged the driver: "Drive, hurry up! Can't get slower than the dung!"

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Podoliskov opened the intersection for his heroic revenge and opened a wide street.

When he looked north, he saw a door with a familiar look.

"That's right, it's the Benburg door we have seen before the offensive!" Podoliskov excitedly shouted. "It is the palace behind it, next to the Capitol, and the Pronoson Emperor from the door. The statue!

Captain said excitedly: "That's great. We raised the statue of a gun so that Stas's Davarihi would save it again with manpower!"

Podoliskov laughed: "Just do this, the concrete invades the bombs!"

At this time, the infantry behind the tank suddenly became noisy:

"Is that marshal?"

"Fake it?"

"The fake one is a cluster action, then one person! Also follow a lot of vehicles!"

Bodoliskov turned his head in doubt and saw a white horse riding a dust.

He couldn't help but open his mouth.

The name of revenge for the hero brother is from the marshal.

Even if it is so far, Podoliskov sees it clearly, and the white marshal is immediately in white!

There is also the white horse, except for Marshal's mount Bassahalas, no other horses can have such a king's style.

Podoliskov raised his right hand to salute: "Marshal Davari, pay tribute to you!"

Marshal Rokosov passed by the tank and shouted: "Podoliskov, I remember you and your brother! Come on, let's take revenge on the culprit! Forward!"

"Yes!" Podoliskov picked up the microphone, "Forward!"

Gunner: "Aren't you going to blow up the sculpture?"

Podoliskov: "No! It's just a stone statue, use the tank to knock it down! Rokosov II is not for show!"

The tank started and forced its way behind the marshal, squeezing all the vehicles behind.

The accompanying infantry was in high spirits and shouted: "The marshal is charging in person! Kill!"

Originally, the enemy's firepower was quite strong, and everyone was relying on bunkers to advance alternately. When the marshal appeared, everyone came out of the bunker.

The veterans were still awake and shouted: "Throw smoke bombs! Throw as far as you can!"

In the chaos, the revenge for the heroic brother rushed to the statue of Emperor Prosen.

"Turn the turret 15 degrees to the right!" Podolskov ordered.

So the barrel just missed the statue. Without this order, the barrel would have hit the little Jiji of the statue of Emperor Zaproson like a lance.

Then the front armor of the tank hit the statue. The Rokossov II was more than ten tons heavier than the Rokossov I, but its mobility was not reduced.

The impact of this behemoth running at full speed was terrible.

At the moment of impact, the base of the statue broke, and then the whole statue fell forward.

Podolskov retreated into the turret and closed the hatch. The shattered statue hit the armor of the tank.

When he opened the hatch again, he had a lot of effort to push it open, and then he saw the stone head of Emperor Zaproson stuck on the base of the anti-aircraft machine gun.

"Sukabulie!" Podolskov hurriedly threw the thing off the tank, "Bad luck!"

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9, one book, one forum, one look!

Then he looked up to find the Marshal, but found that there was smoke everywhere and he couldn't see anything.

Podoliskov: "It's bad, the Marshal is gone!"

The driver replied: "The Marshal must have gone straight to the palace. I know the way. Run over the statue, rush through the gate, and go straight to the palace!"

"Then go forward! The target is the enemy's palace!"

The tank engine roared, passed the half-remaining statue base, rushed through the Bodenburg Gate, passed in front of the Capitol, and went straight to the palace.

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Emperor Plossen walked into the empty audience hall.

The palace guards were still faithfully performing their duties, following him into the hall and setting up defenses behind the pillars and furniture.

The emperor ignored them, walked straight up the long steps, and sat on the throne.

He glanced at the side, and the seat that should have been the queen's was empty. The imperial sister would sit in this position before, but now the imperial sister has been sent to the southwest of the empire, and the troops protecting her may have surrendered to the Allies.

Then the emperor turned his head and looked at the chair for the prime minister on the platform slightly lower than the throne.

"Gil Ace, you sit there." He said.

The palace guards looked at their emperor in horror.

But the emperor stared at the imaginary Gil Ace.

The illusion spoke: "I'm right beside you, I'm not going anywhere."

The emperor nodded: "Okay, let's face our fate."

As soon as the voice fell, the explosion occurred, and the door of the audience hall was blown away directly.

The smoke and dust filled most of the room at once, and were blown towards the throne by the wind, blinding the emperor's eyes.

He rubbed his eyes desperately until they were full of tears, and then he barely opened his eyes.

The sunlight shone in from the hole that used to be the door, and it dazzled the emperor's eyes.

He raised his hand to block the sunlight, and then he saw the silhouette of a tall knight.

At that moment, the emperor remembered what those crazy Prosen soldiers had said: He rode a white horse and came from the darkness.

The Marshal of Ant, Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov, rode a white horse and entered the audience hall of Emperor Proson with his head held high. The horse's hooves left mud marks one after another on the red carpet.

The white horse walked slowly, but was extremely firm, as if it foreshadowed that the fate of Proson's demise could not be stopped.

The marshal on the white horse ignored the muzzle of the palace guards and raised his chin.

The guard officer finally reacted and shouted: "Aim!"

The next moment, a huge tank appeared behind the white horse and directly smashed the walls on both sides of the gate. The red flags and slogans on the tank stung the emperor's eyes.

Then a large number of soldiers in cloaks poured in from the enlarged gate of the tank, firing and advancing.

The tank's machine gun also opened fire, and a storm of death swept through the audience hall.

Finally, the tank fired a shot, and the corridor leading to the guard barracks on the right side of the audience hall was directly blown down, and the smoke and dust from the explosion even blocked half of the emperor's vision.

But the white horse was still there.

The battle was over, and there was no longer a soldier loyal to the emperor in the audience hall.

The emperor stood up slowly: "Rokosov, you are finally here! I am very happy that you finally accepted my challenge!"

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Wang Zhong did not understand what Emperor Proson was saying. After all, he did not speak Proson.

From a bird's-eye view, the emperor had no desire to fight.

In fact, when he rushed into the room, he knew that everyone in the room had lost their will to fight when they saw him enter the room.

That's why he came in so swaggeringly.

Now, he felt very sorry that he couldn't have a few words with Emperor Proson because of the language problem.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the emperor began to speak Ant language.

"Rokosov, you finally accepted my challenge."

Before Wang Zhong answered, Emperor Proson continued: "I have never lost in a duel. Let's go to hell together today!"

The moment the voice fell, the emperor drew his gun, so fast that Wang Zhong couldn't see clearly.

However, Sergeant Major Gregory was faster.

The bullet fired by the thread cutting machine accurately hit the emperor's pistol, knocking the gun directly away and breaking the emperor's finger.

The emperor screamed and covered his finger.

"You are a scoundrel!"

Wang Zhong: "I said, I will not duel with a despicable bastard, no, you are not qualified. You can only accept the trial."

The emperor stared at Wang Zhong angrily: "You..."

Wang Zhong got off the horse, opened the holster given to him by Yegorov, and pulled out the pistol from it.

He didn't notice that Vasily jumped onto the tank and whispered something to Podolskov.

The next moment, the loudspeaker on the Revenge for the Heroic Brother began to play the Holy War.

Wang Zhong stopped walking towards the emperor and turned back and said, "Okay! Vasily, the music suitable for this moment has not been created yet."

Vasily: "Eh? This one won't work?"

Wang Zhong: "No, this one describes the great country's rebellion. And I am now seeking personal revenge."

Vasily made a gesture, and the music stopped abruptly.

Wang Zhong took the gun, ejected the magazine, and removed the first bullet. :

"Because of you, the regiment I originally commanded was basically all sacrificed."

The second bullet was removed and thrown on the ground.

"Because of you, the first crew I commanded has now all been sacrificed. My gunner's mother, Aunt Alexeevna, only has one son who survived the war!"

Emperor Proson stared at Wang Zhong with wide eyes, as if he saw something that frightened him greatly.

Wang Zhong removed the third bullet and threw it on the ground.

"Because of you, only a few of your more than a thousand student soldiers are still alive!"

The fourth bullet fell on the ground.

"Because of you, only a few people in the first division I commanded broke through to Shepetovka! Also because of you, the people of Orachi were slaughtered by you!"

The fifth bullet fell on the ground.

"Because of you, little Griff lost his childhood forever! No one will play on the swing at the corner of the alley anymore!"

After the sixth bullet fell on the ground, it was immediately stepped on by Wang Zhong.

"Because of you, I will never see those benefactors who rescued me from under the tank again!"

The seventh bullet fell.

"Because of you, countless Melania's children died tragically on the street."

The last bullet bounced on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Because of you, the children of Proson must go to the battlefield and be slaughtered!"

Wang Zhong had already walked to the emperor. Every time he took a step forward, the emperor retreated with his hands and feet. His face no longer had the martyr-like expression just now.

He looked at Wang Zhong in horror and at the things behind Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong took out the bullets obtained from Herman.

"Because of you, I lost my father, my brother, my best friend, my most trusted adjutant..."

Vasily: "Eh? Ah, my fault, don't look at me! I shut up!"

Wang Zhong retracted his gaze, stared at the emperor, loaded Hermann's bullet into the magazine, and loaded it into the pistol.

He pulled the slide and pushed the revenge bullet into the chamber.

Then he slowly raised the pistol, and the muzzle moved up from the emperor's crotch to his forehead.

The emperor's expression was twisted into a ball because of extreme fear.

At this moment, Wang Zhong suddenly thought of his grandfather on Earth.

When his grandfather sang the section "Crossing the Sea of ​​Forests" in the Peking Opera "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy", when he sang the sentence "Swear to bury the mountain eagle in the mountains", he must have sung the word "bury" with anger and blood, as if he really wanted to bury a hateful guy.

Now, Wang Zhong understands.

Bury! Bury!

He didn't know that his expression was exactly the same as the thick-browed and big-eyed protagonist in the model opera when he buried his enemy, and exactly the same as Li Xiangyang who avenged Xiaobao in "Plain Guerrillas"!

Wang Zhong: "On behalf of all those who have been invaded and harmed by you, I will execute you on the spot!"

At this moment, the emperor shouted: "Where is procedural justice? You use lynching like this and still call yourself a messenger of justice?"

Wang Zhong: "It is St. Andrew's business to judge you, and what I think of as justice is to send you to see him!"

After saying that, he pulled the trigger.

The revenge bullet hit the emperor's forehead, and came out from the back of his head, leaving a scar as big as a bowl.

The brain that planned the invasion of the entire Europa turned into a pool of brain matter, which was smeared on the throne of the Proson Empire that had been passed down for countless years.