artillery arc

Chapter 668 The air is shaking, as if the sky is burning

Agsukov, early morning.

No one in the entire city could sleep because the sound of artillery fire in the distance never stopped.

The same thing happened to Mother Alexievich, who sat by the window, leaning against the wall, listening to the distant cannon fire.

As soon as it was daybreak, Aunt Luna from upstairs hurried downstairs, ran to the counter of the reception room, stuck her head in the window, looked at the old lady and asked, "Are the gunshots getting closer?"

Alexeyevna: "Even if they were close, we couldn't hear it. We are not veterans who have fought in battles. We have only heard the sound of artillery once in the past two years."

That time, of course, refers to the time when Agersukov fell.

Aunt Luna sighed, "That's right. I just had a dream. I dreamed of Xie Na who used to live on the third floor. I told her that we were going to win and that Agsukov would be liberated. Then Xie Na covered her mouth and started crying. She was still crying even though she was over there."

Xie Na on the third floor was raped and killed after the Proson army entered the city.

Mother Alexeyevna stood up and took a scarf from the cabinet next to the reception desk.

"See this scarf?" the old lady said, "Every time the Plossom people did something bad, I put a flower on it. Two years have passed--"

The old lady shook her hand slightly, and the scarf unfolded, fell to the ground, and kept rolling forward.

Aunt Luna was a little confused. She subconsciously asked, "Do you remember clearly? There are so many little flowers!"

"I can't remember." The old lady sighed, "In fact, I knitted this scarf just to calm the anger in my heart."

Aunt Luna understood. "I know. I hid a photo of Officer Plossom, the one who managed our neighborhood, in the closet in my room. Whenever I get angry, I poke his face with an awl! I've changed five photos now, and the front is all torn."

After saying that, Aunt Luna suddenly lowered her voice and pointed in the direction of the hidden door: "What did they say?"

Aunt Alexeyevna sighed, "It is said that Prosen is going to massacre the city, so we are preparing to revolt to protect the people in the city."

Aunt Luna: "I see, how about we join? We have been running errands for the guerrillas and the resistance organization for the past two years. What's wrong with giving us a gun to fight now?"

Aunt Alexeyevna sighed. "It's easy for you to say that. Fighting kills people! Haven't we seen enough of this over the years? After the uprising, I don't know how many of these children never came back."

Aunt Luna: "So we have to go too. You see, the Prosen people will use up bullets when they shoot us. The guerrilla fighter Peng Chuk who was recuperating at my house said that as long as we keep turning around like snakes when we run, the Prosen people will need at least 10 bullets to shoot us. 10 bullets!

"And the Prosons' machine guns only need to change the barrel after firing 100 rounds. You know, you can't shoot while changing the barrel. So ten of us old women can keep ten young men alive!
"Think about it, Alexeyevna! We have all stopped menstruating and can't have children. After liberation, we can't work and can only wash clothes. But if ten boys survive! They can build houses and grow crops!"

Aunt Alexeyevna shook her head: "No, if we go, they will have to divert their attention to protecting us."

"So you're just going to sit here and watch? Watch them die? Except for the veterans, most of them are just adults!"

At this time, the secret door opened. Shelov came out of the secret door fully armed. He was a little surprised to see Aunt Luna: "Aunt, why did you come down? Hide at home today. The battle may be fierce. If the gunfire subsides, run quickly. It is possible that we were wiped out by the Prosen people. They will come to retaliate!"

Aunt Luna: "Is it impossible that you won?"

Shelov smiled: "That's possible, so you keep an eye on the radio. I know you have it. When we win, we will broadcast it on the radio station. We will play the song composed by General Rokossov!"

Aunt Luna: "Which one?"

"Take turns!" laughed the young man behind Shelov.

When the old lady saw him, her eyebrows immediately knitted up: "Why do you want to go? You are not yet an adult!"

"Shelov agreed to let me go!"

The old lady thought for a moment and said, "No, you have another mission. Go out of the city and tell the Ante army outside that the Prosen people are going to massacre the city. Tell them to rush in quickly, otherwise they will end up with a ruin!"

Young man: "The underground parish has already sent many people out, they don't need me!"

Sherov suddenly said, "You told me that you are familiar with all the streets in the city, right?"

"Yes, I delivered newspapers and milk when I was a kid. I could exchange supply tickets for good things at the church store. I exchanged them for basketballs and new shoes."

Shelov: "Then this glorious mission is given to you. In order to avoid being discovered by the Prosen people, hand in your spear first."

The young man's whole face wrinkled.

Sherov pulled out a beautiful Proson pistol: "We got this from an adjutant we ambushed a few days ago. This is for you to defend yourself."

The young man immediately smiled, handed the rifle to the guerrilla next to him, and took the pistol.

Shelov: "Let's go quickly. Get out of the city as soon as possible before it's completely light and look for our army!"

"Yes!"

The young man was about to go to the front door, but the old lady grabbed him and said, "Go through the back door!"

"Okay!" The young man ran away.

Sherov: "Then we'll go, ma'am."

The old lady hesitated to speak, and finally just nodded gently: "Goodbye."

Shelov opened the front door, looked at the situation on the street, and then strode out.

The guerrillas followed him.

Sherov: "Don't get so close! Battle formation! Makarov, if the young people don't understand, don't you understand too? Disperse!"

The guerrillas formed a loose battle formation. They had killed many Prosen people in the past two years, but it was the first time for most of them to launch a regular attack like this. Aunt Alexeevna leaned against the window and watched them go away.

Soon, the sound of machine guns was heard in the distance, probably because of a guerrilla uprising in other areas of the city.

Soon, the gunfire became more frequent.

Mother Alexeyevna returned to the window of the message room, sat down behind the message desk, took up her needlework, and tried to start knitting, but she made several mistakes.

There was another explosion outside, probably a grenade.

The sound of Plossen's machine gun tearing canvas was heard.

Aunt Luna remembered something and quickly went upstairs. A moment later she came down with the radio.

"This radio of mine can hear the shortwave broadcasts from Yebao. Let's listen to it."

She turned on the radio and adjusted the knob.

Aunt Alexeevna: "Look at the time. Yeburg is not like us, where there is a mess. It must be the morning music program now."

As soon as the voice fell, the melody of music came from the recorder:
"Listen to the battle horn, put on your uniforms and take up your weapons. Young league members, gather together and embark on the journey, unite as one to defend the country!"

Mother Alexeyevna put down her needlework and stared at the radio.

The gunfire outside became more frequent.

The song on the radio also entered the chorus: "Dasvidaniya (Goodbye) Dear mother, please kiss your son goodbye. Goodbye, mother, don't be sad, don't be sad, wish us a safe journey."

"That's what my sons said when they left," Mother Alexeyevna said suddenly.

Aunt Luna: "That's what Shelov and the others said just now, pretty much the same thing!"

"Oh, yes."

The radio was still singing: "Goodbye, dear hometown, the star of victory will shine on us, goodbye, mother, don't be sad, don't be sad, wish us a safe journey."

Mother Alexeyevna stared at the speaker of the radio, lost in thought.

Aunt Luna, who was always talkative, did not say a word. Only the song from the radio echoed in the message room, counteracting the increasingly intense gunfire outside.

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Reconnaissance aircraft No. 20 of the 207th Reconnaissance Aircraft Regiment of the st Khazaria Front Air Force is approaching Agsukov according to the flight plan.

Before this, five such reconnaissance missions over the city had been carried out.

But this time, the Front Air Force approved for the first time to lower the reconnaissance altitude to below 500 meters.

The enemy's anti-aircraft fire at this altitude was extremely fierce. Flying over the enemy's heavily fortified cities at this altitude was called a "medal flight" by pilots, because as long as they returned successfully, they would basically get a medal.

Lieutenant Dyukov, the driver of No. 207, had worked hard to win this honor.

Yes, honor.

As for danger, the young men in the Air Force have never been afraid of it.

As they approached the city, observer Shelyov asked Lieutenant Dyukov: "Lieutenant, you are from Agsukov, right?"

"Yes, Commander Rokossov and I are from the same hometown! I heard that he wanted to fly over the city by himself, but was held down by the Chief of Staff."

Shelev: "How can we let him fly it himself? Miss Emilia's ability can't work on enemy anti-aircraft gunners! Can she do an Immelman turn to avoid the anti-aircraft guns below?"

The key to air combat is to master information and occupy position - energy advantage makes it easier to occupy position, and mastering information is the prerequisite for utilizing ability advantage.

Therefore, Emilia has an enormous advantage in normal air combat.

But the anti-aircraft guns on the ground don't need to take up a position, they just have to fire into the sky.

"There's a city ahead!" the lieutenant shouted, "Get ready to take pictures!"

Observer Shelev immediately turned his attention back to the ground.

"Strange," he said, why is there so much smoke on the ground, did we shell the city?

"No, according to the map we updated before we took off, the First Mobile Army should still be in the suburbs, so the artillery can't reach the city!"

As they were talking, the plane had already entered the airspace over the city.

There was no anti-aircraft fire at all to greet the Dyukov-Sherev duo.

Maybe it was because there was already a mess on the ground.

Dyukov: "What's going on? I haven't heard of any airborne operations?"

"It's the guerrillas! The Plossom Army is fighting the guerrillas!"

Shelev looked down: "The guerrillas are being slaughtered! We have to help them!"

Dyukov: "We have DShK machine guns. You direct the attack route and we will give the Prosens a heads-up!"

(End of this chapter)