artillery arc

Chapter 665: The Red Flag Flies in Shepetovka
When Wang Zhong looked at Shepetovka, he was actually observing the city from a bird's-eye view.

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

He quickly found the house where he lived in Shepetovka. It seemed that one of Prosen's senior officers also took a fancy to this house. In the bird's-eye view mode, he could see a small Prosen-style sentry box at the entrance of the yard, as well as a bunker made of sandbags.

However, in the bird's-eye view, the machine gun had been removed and there was no blood on the road ahead.

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

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

I seem to remember that there was an old worker who was the leader of all the workers.

He recalled the old worker's face and felt that he looked nothing like the old man he had just been sent to rest.

At this time, there were footsteps approaching. Because Wang Zhong didn't have time to pull back his perspective, he directly switched to the naked eye perspective. He looked back and saw Gregory coming back with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wang Zhong: "Grisha (Gregory's nickname), is that the old man who gave us the red flag back then?"

"No, the one who sent the red flag over here seems more powerful, like an old general, with a square face and a general's belly." Gregory said, "He's the kind of person who can get all the workers to respond just by raising his arms and shouting in the factory. In the past, factory directors and nobles had to give him some respect."

Vasily: “Before?”

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

Wang Zhong thought back to the old man just now. He was indeed very different from the old man in his memory who commanded everyone to present the flags.

He looked at the city in the night again and murmured, "I hope they are well."

Gregory asked Vasily puzzledly: "Who is the general talking about?"

"The one who delivered the flag to the general." Vasily sighed, "But... the best case scenario is that they followed the retreating troops. The worst case scenario..."

At this time, Nellie came over and said, "General, I have already arranged for that gentleman. Please take a rest as well. It's still early before dawn."

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

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

Wang Zhong: "Put on your medals! You are not an ordinary troop, you are a troop with cloaks, a troop with the title of guards! Each of you is a hero on the battlefield! You don't need medals to prove yourselves, but the common people do!
"They have suffered under the enemy's iron hoof for so long, let them see that the heroic soldiers have returned!"

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

Wang Zhong: "Don't ask me to do anything!"

"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.

Over the past three years, the tanks commanded by Wang Zhong have changed from T28 to BT7, then to T34W, and finally to the current Rokossov Type . 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 getting on the road, Wang Zhong saw the crowd lining the road to welcome him.

The girls were holding flowers and started throwing them when they saw Wang Zhong's tank, and they threw them towards Wang Zhong's face.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, girls! Leave the flowers for the guys in the back!"

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

The pilot's cry came over the intercom: "Don't do that! Sukabuli, the petals have slipped into my collar."

Wang Zhong could only smile in the rain of flowers and ignore the petals that hit his face.

Behind the tanks, the girls also launched an attack on the soldiers. Because they had thrown all the flowers, the girls began to hug and kiss the young soldiers.

Wang Zhong saw it clearly from a bird's-eye view. Suddenly, he had a question, so he raised his voice and asked the people around the car: "Girls, why are you all wearing lipstick? How can you get so much lipstick during the war?"

The girls looked at each other, then laughed together and answered, "We broke into the homes of the mayors and high-ranking officials appointed by the Plossoms and divided up their lipsticks! Everyone got a share!"

Wang Zhong: "I see. Then we need to remember the names of all those An Jians who work for the Prosons. They can follow the Prosons now. When we destroy the Proson Empire, we will settle accounts with them!"

These words immediately won cheers.

As No. 422 approached the city, more and more people lined the streets to welcome it. Wang Zhong suddenly understood what it meant to be "welcome by the people wherever it goes" and what it meant to be "a state of thriving vitality and flourishing things."

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

A child ran after the No. 422 tank, asking as he ran: "General! My grandfather said that you will reach Plossen this winter!"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, this winter, we will reach the border! Next year we will invade the Proson Empire!" As soon as he finished speaking, everyone shouted like crazy: "Ura!"

When entering the city, Tank No. 422 had to slow down because the crowd had already crowded onto the road and if it did not slow down it might have run over people.

It would be a hell of a joke to die under the tracks of one's own tanks entering the city when one is victorious.

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 factory protection team go to the city's central square!"

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

At this time, some people came out carrying radios, which were playing Olga's speech, "My fellow countrymen! Today, the First Khazaria Front, led by General Rokossov, has recaptured Shepetovka!

"This is our first city of over a million people that we liberated! The arrogant Plossom army collapsed!
"Let us sing praises to this great victory!"

Then the melody of Holy War came on the radio.

The people lining the streets to welcome the guests stopped cheering and sang along with the radio to this now popular song.

Tank No. 422 entered the central square of Shepetovka amid singing. Wang Zhong saw at a glance the crowd of people wearing uniform work clothes and red armbands on their sleeves.

When he looked at them from a distance with his naked eyes, he thought they were all young workers, or at least middle-aged workers. But when he zoomed in from a bird's-eye view, he realized that, except for a few middle-aged men, they were all elderly people over 50 years old with graying 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 the public. The stars of victory will not cry.

Bus No. 422 drove right up to the group of workers, and without waiting for Wang Zhong's order, the driver slammed on the brakes.

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 Davarish shook his head: "No, they received orders to stay and organize underground struggles. They all died last year."

Wang Zhong: “Where are they buried?”

"The Prosons would hang the bodies of captured guerrillas and underground party members there for public display, right there." The representative pointed to the east side of the square. "We once tried to steal the bodies and bury them, but failed. When the Prosons retreated, they burned all the bodies and gallows. We recovered the remains and are currently storing them in the ruins of the church."

Wang Zhong took a deep breath and said, "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 Rokossov and the workers' representatives just now was transmitted via the radio - the general was probably 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 car sighed and said, "Madam, why are you crying?"

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

The old worker looked at Nellie and said, "Oh, please comfort the lady! Her makeup has been ruined by crying. What a beautiful makeup."

Nellie simply handed over the handkerchief.

Old man: “This…”

Nellie: "I'm sorry, my eyes were injured and my tear ducts are damaged, so Madam will have 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 charcoal-like substance in front of him and asked the priest who had entered the city earlier, "Is there no way to separate the bones?"

"They are indistinguishable, General. After all the organic matter is burned away, it is difficult to distinguish between human bones and wood."

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

As he spoke, he gently patted the small box on his waist that once contained black soil.

The priest nodded, "Understood. We'll take care of it."

Wang Zhong looked at the others who followed him in: "The heroes have left, but millions of heroes have stood up again! You are not scared by the brutality of the Prosen people! This heroic city is not scared either!
"You are the winners of this war! You drove away the evil invaders! On behalf of all the soldiers of the Khazaria Front, I applaud you!"

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

(End of this chapter)