artillery arc

Chapter 671 General Rokossov Leads Our Charge
On the guerrilla side, many people panicked when they heard the sound of tank engines and gearboxes.

"Didn't they say that all the tanks of the Prosen were lost?"

"Incendiary bombs, get the incendiary bombs!"

The clergy of the underground parish loudly comforted everyone: "Don't panic! According to the intelligence we have obtained, the Proshen armored forces have long been destroyed and retreated to the other side of the Tiber River. They will not come back!

"This is either our armored unit, or some workers modified a tractor and used it as a tank!"

Agsukov was an important industrial city in Khazaria and it fell early, so many workers did not have time to evacuate during the evacuation.

Although the people of Proson dismantled most of the remaining machinery and other things and brought them back to their country, it was not difficult for the workers to rub the earth tanks with tractor drivers.

As soon as the priest finished speaking, a guerrilla shouted: "Look! Tanks!"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a strangely shaped "tank" driving into the square. There was no gun barrel on the front of the tank!

There were several infantrymen lying on the strange tank, all wearing Ant military uniforms.

On top of that, the tank had a red flag on its antenna.

red flag!

Every Ant person who has secretly listened to the broadcast from Yeburg or circulated the newspapers dropped by planes knows that Rokossov was the first to raise the red flag, and that the red flag represents "comrades who once shed blood on the battlefield."

Someone was already shouting: "Red flag!"

“It’s a red flag!”

"Rokossov's troops are coming in!"

The tanks headed straight for the municipal building.

The Plossen anti-tank gun opened fire, but the shells bounced right off the sloped front of the tank.

An officer on the tank pointed at the old lady in front of the main entrance of the municipal building, so two infantrymen jumped off the vehicle, threw smoke bombs, rushed forward and pinned the old lady to the ground.

Fortunately, the appearance of the tank scared Proson's machine gunner and stopped the machine gun from firing, otherwise the old woman would have probably died here.

The tank continued to move forward, through the smoke, knocked down the guardrail of the fountain in front of the municipal building, and smashed the statue in the middle of the fountain. The water supply system was still running. After the statue was shattered, a strong stream of water gushed out, hitting the chassis of the tank and spraying out from both sides of the tracks.

The water mist spread on both sides of the tank and formed a rainbow under the sunlight!
Finally, the tank stopped.

The general on the back of the tank patted the top cover.

Then a "Nova" rose into the sky, trailing thick smoke.

The priest looked at the new star and said subconsciously: "This is the star of victory!"

He watched as the "Victory Star" crashed into the City Hall.

The bright light of the explosion instantly overshadowed the sun's brilliance, and the shock wave swept away the mist created by the tanks, and finally hit everyone's face.

All those who were not hiding behind cover were thrown to the ground.

All kinds of fragments hit the wall with a crackling sound, as if a heavy rain had suddenly fallen.

The impact of the storm ended, and the priest looked towards the municipal building and found only a rising ball of light.

The priest rushed out of the bunker, shouting: "General Rokossov himself has come to liberate us! Hurrah!"

His words were immediately repeated by everyone: "General Rokossov has come to liberate us!"

"General Rokossov is here!"

"General Rokossov personally charged!"

"Hurry up, follow the general!"

No one cared about the distortion of information during the transmission process. Everyone rushed out of the shelter and ran towards the rising ball of light.

Some people saw the red flag on the tank and became more convinced: since the red flag is here, the general must be here too!
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Yegorov lay on the back of the tank, looking at the rising ball of light and laughing: "Good! You are as ridiculous as your bunker!"

At this time, the sound of "Ura" was heard everywhere, and someone shouted: "General Rokossov is charging in person!"

Yegorov was shocked: "The division commander is here?"

He looked around quickly.

"Where is the commander?"

At this time, the rebel soldiers rushed past the tanks, and someone saluted Yegorov: "General! Salute to you!"

Yegorov was still confused: "Ah? Uh..."

He was indeed a general, but something just didn't seem right.

More people rushed to the collapsed city hall and picked off the surviving Plosson soldiers one by one with bayonets.

Everybody who passed by the tank shouted to Yegorov: "Salute, General!"

Yegorov was also confused. He could only respond: "Ah, salute to you, salute to you!" Finally, a man wearing a clergyman's cuff ran to the Urban assault gun and patted the side armor of the vehicle: "General Rokosov, the enemy is still resisting in other places. We need your support!"

Yegorov pointed at himself: "Me? I'm not?"

Priest: "It doesn't matter whether you are or not, anyway you are holding a red flag! I will be your guide, go and capture the other strongholds quickly, Agsukov is bleeding!"

Yegorov: "Okay! You show the way! Wait a minute, where is the enemy headquarters?"

The priest pointed to the ruined municipal building and said, "This is the city defense headquarters. It is also the headquarters of the most experienced division of the Plossom garrison."

Yegorov said to the Urban group who were loading ammunition next to him: "Use the radio to report to the army headquarters that we have destroyed the enemy's city defense headquarters. The enemy is leaderless. Don't worry about the previous battle plan. Go all out to advance into the city. The enemy is not capable of fighting street battles with us!"

Priest: "Street fighting? No, we have driven most of the enemies out of the alleys. Only some combat engineers are still resisting."

Yegorov: "Immediately arrange for a guide to take our combat team to deal with these combat engineers!"

"Don't worry, the whole city is your guide!"

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Filippov was leading his team and advancing through the city.

The new recruits in the squad couldn't help asking, "Major, I heard that before you left Agsukov, you lived in General Rokossov's estate?"

Filippov: "Yes, the city was full of troops at that time, so we had to live in General Rokossov's estate. We even met General Rokossov's father."

"What kind of person is he?"

"Just like the general, they are cut from the same cloth," said Filippov.

At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps in front of him, and hurriedly raised his hand and clenched his fist. Then the entire team of guards squatted down, pointed their guns, and aimed in different directions - this set of tactical gestures was also designed by General Rokossov, and because it was easy to use, it was spontaneously promoted by the veterans.

Soon, an old lady ran out of the alley and shouted when she saw Filippov and his men, "Come here! There are Prosen people resisting here! They seem to be combat engineers! There's also an armored vehicle!"

Filippov: "Don't worry, Auntie, we have new rocket launchers and armored vehicles at your disposal. Lead the way!"

"Come this way!" The aunt waved and led the way.

Filippov made a gesture and the whole team stood up and followed the aunt.

The auntie led the way while muttering, "You are finally back! When we were first occupied, the people of Prosen said that you would never come back, and told us to 'live as part of the empire'.

"But when winter came, they suddenly stopped saying that and tried desperately to capture people with radios. They shot hundreds of people every day just because they secretly kept radios and broadcast the news of victory to everyone!

“Back then, the Yellow Dogs—the locals who served as their police—took the Prosons everywhere to search for radios.

"By last year, the Proson people had stopped searching for radios, and the yellow dogs had become obedient - most of them were obedient, but some who were not were silenced by the guerrillas!
"But last summer, the Plossoms suddenly became tense again, and many Plossom soldiers came with necklaces on their chests—"

Filippov: "That's the military police. The necklace is a simplified version of the breastplate."

"Those gendarmes are killing people everywhere! Many good guerrillas have been killed, and many priests have been hanged! The enemy is just ahead! Do you hear the sound of machine guns?"

Filippov pulled the aunt behind him, took a few steps forward, lay down at the entrance of the alley and looked out. Sure enough, he saw a half-track vehicle firing and someone in the house next door was also firing.

Filippov turned around and whispered, "The enemy hasn't noticed us. The rocket launcher should aim at the half-track first. Don't fire. We should sneak over first and use the advantage of the silenced rifle to steal away as much of the enemy as possible."

"Yes." The Guards responded in unison.

Filippov: "I'll go out first, you follow me."

After saying that, he crouched down and got out of the alley. The others immediately followed and moved skillfully on the street.

The rocket launcher operator and the assistant gunner found a good position and aimed at the half-track vehicle that was still firing.

Filippov fired first.

The bullets knocked down two combat engineers in succession.

The enemy did not react at all. After all, the sound of the silenced rifle was too small in this situation and it was too difficult to notice.

The soldiers opened fire, knocking down more than a dozen enemy soldiers at once. However, one enemy soldier survived and shouted as he fell to the ground: "Alao!"

The enemy finally noticed the team.

The half-track immediately turned its gun around, and was hit by a fire dragon.

The car's engine immediately caught fire and the machine gunner jumped out of the car, rolling on the ground.

Filippov had already rushed to the distance where he could throw the grenade, and with a big throw, he threw the grenade directly into the window on the second floor of the building.

At the same time, several grenades were thrown, and after a burst of explosions, the entire stronghold fell silent.

Filippov rushed to the window, changed the magazine and looked inside from the edge of the window: "Safe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the subordinate who followed him kicked the door open and rushed in with guns pointed.

At this time, several guerrillas rushed to Filippov and said, "You are finally here! These combat engineers have killed more than 20 of us and injured dozens!"

Filippov: "They can't hurt you anymore! Never again!"

(End of this chapter)