Arc of Gunfire

Chapter 670: Use my remaining body to turn into fire (Update 48/84)

43 Krugan Street, 1930 hours.

There are more elderly people sitting around the reception room.

What came on the radio was no longer a broadcast from a distant capital, but the radio communications of Ant pilots in the sky.

"I strafed a half-track!"

"Damn it, my bombs don't seem to be breaking down the enemy resistance at the Post Office!"

"Where's the post office? I still have a bomb!"

Uncle Dudayev shouted: "The post office is the red house! Oh! I'm so anxious!"

Aunt Luna looked at the uncle: "I said, we old ladies are here around the radio because we are women. Isn't it bad for you, a man, to hang out with us? You should also join the uprising!"

Uncle Dudayev scolded: "I'm ninety years old! I can't even walk without a limp! It takes thirty minutes to walk on the street to buy a drink, so I have to move step by step! But you, you can run and jump, Why don’t you go? The church always says that women are half of the sky!”

Aunt Luna: "That makes women hold up half the sky. We would like to go, but Alexeyevna won't let us go!"

"That's right." Another aunt agreed, "We all follow the aunt's command. It is her experience that has kept us alive for so many years and helped the guerrillas! She told us to take to the streets, and we took to the streets!"

The aunt didn't respond, but stared at the radio intently, listening to the pilots' hurried conversations inside.

"It's broken!" a pilot said, "It seems they can't attack the city center!"

"Who still has a bomb? Throw it at the building with the bell tower in the city center! The insurrectionary troops have been suppressed by the enemy!"

"I saw the armored vehicles captured by the insurrectionary forces moving towards that direction!"

The aunt suddenly reached out her hand, picked up the radio, and pointed the speaker in her direction so that she could hear more clearly.

"Isn't a half-track not enough? We need a tank to help them attack!"

"Who still has a bomb!"

"Maybe if we shoot more, we can destroy the enemy's bunker?"

"It's useless. The enemy's machine gun bunker is in the marble hallway, so it's hard to hit it from the air!"

"I ran into it!"

"No, at the beginning of the year, there was an order prohibiting precious air force pilots from hitting enemy targets without damaging their planes! Your plane can still fly, Mikhail! So no!"

"Then I'll fly a few more times and I'll crash when I run out of fuel!"

"No! Mikhail, I order you to return!"

The aunt's hand holding the radio trembled slightly.

Aunt Luna looked at her face and said, "These pilots must be very good young men, right? They should be as old as my Grisha."

The aunt nodded slightly.

Old man Dudayev said: "Your Grisha is an infantryman, far from a pilot. Lyushenka's (aunt's nickname) son is a tank soldier, also a technical branch, similar to a pilot."

The aunt spoke up: "I only have one son who is a tank soldier."

Aunt Luna: "It was the death notice and the last letter that Rokosov personally sent! He fought with that Rokosov! Maybe it was the same Rokosov who closed his eyes for him! Lyushenka, your child will definitely go to heaven, and maybe even become an angel under the seat of Saint Andrew!”

The aunt didn't speak, just continued to listen to the sound on the radio.

"That half-track is charging! This is too messy. How can a half-track be able to withstand the Prossen's anti-tank gun!"

"Even the second-line troops still have PAK38!"

"The half-track was hit and on fire! Who can think of a solution!"

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Serov climbed out of the burning half-track, slipped and fell from the car, lying next to the track.

He screamed, and immediately two guerrillas rushed over despite the hail of bullets, dragging his arms and running back.

Two Ant Air Force planes flew over the wreckage and fired at the heavily fortified city hall building of Prosen.

It's a pity that the Prosin people have built fortifications for a long time, and the firepower of the aircraft alone cannot cause enough damage to the Prosin people.

Serov regained his composure, pushed away the man who was dragging him, stood up and ran towards the burning half-track.

He lay on the car door, looked inside, and found that the driver Ivan's body had been hit by a PAK38 armor-piercing bullet. His entire chest was shattered, and blood and organ fragments rolled out and flowed everywhere.

He turned to look at the municipal building that was spitting out flames, gritted his teeth and wanted to move forward.

The priest of the underground parish was shouting: "Don't go there! Don't rush in like this! We have controlled most of the neighborhoods, and it is unlikely that the enemy will massacre the city! Just wait for our troops to attack!"

Serov looked back and saw only the corpses of guerrillas everywhere, including many familiar faces to him.

He bent down, picked up a rifle, and stumbled toward the municipal building.

Several injured guerrillas immediately stood up among the dead and followed Serov towards the building.

Officer Prosen, who was commanding the machine gun, noticed him and immediately patted the machine gunner on the shoulder, pointed here and yelled something.

The machine gun on the tripod was turned around and pointed at Serov.

A rain of bullets came, Serov was hit by several bullets, staggered a few steps, and finally knelt down on one knee.

Bullets continued to come, but Serov used his last strength, using the rifle as a stand, and tried his best to maintain his standing posture.

He died standing like this.

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Aunt Alexeevna put down the radio.

Aunt Luna looked at her expectantly: "What do you mean?"

Aunt Alexeevna: "I am not your leader, you don't have to follow me. In this situation, the enemy should not be able to massacre the city. You should stay here and wait for the long night to pass and the dawn to come."

Aunt Luna: "Listen, I will never be able to say such elegant words in my life."

(Aunt Alexeevna just said the more elegant words in Ante language)

Uncle Dudayev: "After all, she has studied in a girls' school, the school where General Rokossov's wife studied. That is different from the Sunday school you attended, so she can be the manager of such a large apartment."

Aunt Alexeevna stood up, picked up her cloak and put it on, then took a cane, and walked towards the door of the apartment with a brisk pace that did not match her age.

She pushed open the door, walked to the street, and walked towards the direction where the gunshots came from.

Aunt Luna stood at the door of the apartment, hesitated for a moment, and still walked out of the door and caught up with the old lady.

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Lieutenant Fred of the Plosson Army was commanding the machine gun to shoot at the "mob" of the uprising.

The rebels were poorly equipped and lacked training.

If there was anything that these rabble were better than the Ante Army that collapsed at the beginning of the war, it should be only courage.

They had launched several rounds of attacks, and the front of the municipal building was full of corpses.

These corpses were wearing different clothes and holding a variety of equipment. It was unimaginable that they were planning to defeat the Plosson regular army with such equipment.

Lieutenant Fred had been stationed in this city for two years and had come into contact with countless guerrillas and resistance fighters. He actually fully understood the source of their courage.

Unfortunately, courage alone cannot win the war.

In the previous two years of war, after the Ante army recovered from the initial defeat, they never lacked courage, but they could not stop Proson's advance - until General Ni and General Dong arrived (Lieutenant Fred believed the propaganda minister's statement).

And now, Proson's army is not lacking in courage, but they also did not stop Rokossov.

Courage is respectable, but it cannot -

Suddenly, Lieutenant Fred stopped thinking because he saw a staggering old man appear on the street outside the city hall gate.

Lieutenant Fred knew that person. She was a nail house on Kruger Street. The Imperial Household Ministry had always suspected that she was a key person lurking in the underground parish of Ante, but they could not find evidence.

Aunt Alexeevna.

It is said that her son seemed to have fought side by side with Rokossov, so the death notice was delivered by Rokossov himself.

The old lady walked straight to the city hall gate.

Lieutenant Fred heard an Ante shout: "Auntie Alexeyevna, what are you doing?"

Lieutenant Fred had learned the Ante language for his work, and now it came in handy.

The old lady replied: "I came to see how my sons died."

Her voice was so loud that even the Prosons could hear it clearly.

Auntie Alexeyevna: "They killed my own son! Then they killed my adopted son! Later they killed those good children who treated me like a mother!

"So now let them kill me too! If they can't kill me! I will use the bayonet!"

The old lady walked up to the Ante soldier who had never fallen down until his death, as if to take his gun.

But she stopped.

It seemed that she knew the man.

At this time, Lieutenant Fred's men said: "Lieutenant, I can shoot that crazy woman, and kill her with a burst of fire! "

The lieutenant did not answer immediately. He watched the old lady close the eyes of the dead guerrilla with her hands, lay his body on the ground, and then picked up the steel gun stained with blood.

The old lady: "Now, they have killed another son of mine! Let them kill me! Otherwise, I will use this steel gun to stab them to death, and a Proson mother will lose her son!"

The old lady walked towards the building with a rifle.

The lieutenant: "Fire! Fire quickly!"

The machine gunner fired, but the trajectory of the machine gun with a red barrel was finished, and none of the bullets hit the old lady!

The old lady shouted: "You kill me! I don't have a few days to live! With my broken body, turn into a raging fire! Send you to purgatory!"

The lieutenant was shocked, and someone shouted: "Look! "

Fred turned his head and saw thousands of civilians opening the doors and rushing out of the buildings.

They rushed through the streets holding fire sticks, rolling pins and even blacksmith hammers.

The machine guns opened fire, and the bullets rained down death on the Ants.

Only the old lady was still walking towards the door firmly.

Just then, the sound of engines and the regular clicking of gearboxes were heard on the street.

The lieutenant's subordinates shouted in surprise: "The armored forces are here to save us! These mobs will be slaughtered! They are not afraid of machine guns. They are not ordinary mobs. They must--"

The machine gunner's voice stopped abruptly.

Because on the antenna of the trapezoidal armored unit around the corner, a red flag that seemed to be stained with blood was flying.