Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong was still confirming the situation, when suddenly, the radio interrupted the communication.

"I am the leader of the uprising, Hermann. You may have never heard of my name before, because I have to avoid the pursuit of the Plosson military and police.

"But now, hiding is meaningless.

"The uprising committee betrayed us, and they have fled from the battle. We are holding on to the radio station, but the final moment has come.

"I am Hermann, I am the spokesperson for every Melania who dreams of freedom..."

Emilia's voice came through the intercom: "This broadcast covers almost all frequencies-"

Wang Zhong: "Shh, Emilia, let me finish listening. "

After Emilia's voice disappeared, Wang Zhong pursed his lips and listened to Hellman's speech.

In fact, he had only learned a little Melanian language intermittently before, and only knew the basics. He didn't understand many words, and felt a bit like a person who only knew Mandarin listening to Sichuan dialect.

But strangely, he clearly felt the emotions conveyed by Hellman.

It may be because he has the blood of Seres flowing in his blood, and he has read too much about the 150 years of suffering in the process of growing up.

It may also be because he had read many similar stories of self-sacrifice before crossing.

It may be because he was once immersed in the legends of Sankara, Allende and other people who died generously for the country and the nation.

He had heard Allende's last speech , although he didn't understand Spanish at all, his eyes were still filled with tears, as if he saw the president put on a helmet, picked up the AK given to him by Lao Ka, and walked towards the battlefield.

Now, his thoughts switched to the Vistula River 30 kilometers away.

He couldn't see the enemy troops and resistance fighters on the ground, but he could see the ruins, like the scars of this country.

At this moment, many things flashed through Wang Zhong's mind, including the broken swings on the streets of Abavahan, the empty streets of Orachi, and the unclaimed bodies on the streets of Jinling.

Herman's speech ended, but it soon started playing again from the beginning, probably recorded with a tape recorder.

Wang Zhong looked down at the map, and then said to Emilia: "Can you land on the road below?"

"Huh?" Emilia's surprise came through the inside line, "What are you going to do?"

Wang Zhong: "The enemy is also at the end of its strength. Whoever puts in the last battalion now will always collapse on the other side. It's time to put in the last battalion."

"But! ”

Wang Zhong: "Turn left, new heading 213!"

"This heading is--"

"The 1st Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment of the Guards is also the armored unit closest to the Vistula River. I checked the situation when I flew over them just now. In order to deal with emergencies, they still have the last fuel in the bottom of the box."

Emilia: "I can't land. What should I tell Liu Xia if something happens to you?"

Wang Zhong said firmly: "If it's Liu Da, she will personally send me to the battlefield."

Emilia hesitated.

Finally, she circled left and flew to a new heading.

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Podoliskov bent over beside the tank, looked under the tank and asked: "How is the situation?"

The driver exerted force and slid out from under the tank: "Not bad, I feel I can run the last 30 kilometers. I simply cleaned up the dust and oiled it."

At this time, the technicians who temporarily reinforced the 1st Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment of the Guards also came out from under the tank: "We have done everything we can do, and the rest is up to God. But why are you worried about this? We only have a little fuel left, and we dare not warm up the engine to prevent emergencies. "

Podoliskov shrugged: "Who knows, it's always better to be prepared."

At this time, he heard the sound of an engine in the air, and shouted: "Air defense!"

After shouting, he rushed to his car "Revenge for the Hero Brother", picked up the anti-aircraft machine gun, and roughly identified the direction of the sound.

At this time, the radio operator shouted: "Wait a minute! It's Rokossov-special envoy!"

"What? Didn't the marshal just fly over our heads?"

"I don't know either. The marshal said he was coming and asked us not to open fire."

Podoliskov had already seen the red Pe3 at this time. He let go of the anti-aircraft machine gun: "Good guy, it's a good thing you shouted early, otherwise I would have committed a sin if I shot down the marshal. The people of the whole country will not let me go-no, the people of the whole world will not let me go! "

His words came to an abrupt end, because the Pe-3 hit the road and stumbled all the way towards the Revenge of the Heroic Brother, which was also parked on the road.

Podoliskov looked at the plane in a daze as it slowly stopped in front of the tank.

Marshal Rokossov opened the canopy and stood up: "Concentrate the base oil of all tanks on the tank in the best condition!"

Podoliskov didn't know what happened, but he suddenly realized that this was the best opportunity, so he shouted: "My tank is in the best condition! We just checked it! Look, Marshal-Comrade Special Envoy, we have the slogans you wrote in person like new!"

Marshal Rokossov glanced at the turret of the Revenge of the Heroic Brother: "Okay, it's you, and you still have the red flag, it's your crew, fill up the oil!"

At this time, the military bishop of the 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment ran over: "Marshal Davarish, what's going on?"

Marshal Rokossov: "Didn't you hear what was said on the radio? The uprising is about to fail. Now we can't stop as planned. My comrades, concentrate fuel and ammunition on the Revenge of the Heroic Brother and prepare more machine gun bullets." , get more high-explosive bombs, I don’t expect too many tank battles.”

"Yes!" The bishop saluted, turned around and gave the order.

Marshal Rokossov: "Where are the regimental commander and deputy commander?"

"Sacrificed, Comrade Marshal."

Marshal Rokossov pursed his lips. At this moment, he suddenly saw the broadcast speaker on the telephone pole on the roadside and asked, "What is this speaker used for?"

"The report seems to be used by the Prossen people for propaganda. They usually broadcast some brainwashing news they created."

Marshal Rokossov: "Tear it down. Didn't you strengthen the electricians? Install it on the tank and connect it to the tank's radio. Now Melania's Capital Radio station is playing Hellman's speech repeatedly. We have to go all the way." Play all the way!”

"Yes, Comrade Marshal!"

Without waiting for an order from the bishop, two electricians who had been reinforced for the troops climbed up the pole and began to dismantle the speakers.

"Get everything ready within thirty minutes. By the way, how many crews are there that have lost their tanks? Get three crews over and run with the tanks. I think there may be tanks abandoned by the enemy halfway. These crews can pick them up and drive them!" "

The bishop immediately turned back: "Alyosha, gather three complete crews, the one with the most experience!"

At this time, other tank members followed the order and came over carrying shells and base oil sucked out of their own fuel tanks with water pipes. They all looked at Podolkov with envy.

The captain of the "All the Way West" patted Podolkov on the shoulder: "You picked it up again, Sukabule!"

Podolkov smiled: "That's right, go ahead and envy me!"

Thirty minutes later, the "Vengeance of the Heroic Brother" was replenished with ammunition.

The electromechanical operator and the loader held the crank together, shouting the slogan and cranking it hard——

The tank engine roared, and a large column of black smoke spewed out of the exhaust hole. Marshal Rokossov climbed onto the tank and stood behind the turret.

Podolkov: "You can enter the turret and take command!"

"No, you are in charge. For this attack to be successful, I have to ensure that everyone sees me."

Podolkov: "How can this work? Bullets don't have eyes!"

Marshal: "Then you won't take part in this glorious attack?"

Podolskov took out Poposa: "I can be an infantryman! As a veteran, I can do much better than the average recruit."

The marshal thought for a while and said, "Okay, then come out."

Podolkov happily gave up his position and concentrated on being an anti-aircraft machine gunner behind the turret.

The marshal climbed into the tank and hung his headphones upside down on the back of his head so he could still wear his cap. He picked up the microphone: "Driver, move forward!"

"Forward!" With the sound of duang, Revenge of the Heroic Brother roared, bypassing Pei 3 who had been pushed to the side of the road.

The Marshal's blond pilot stood in the cockpit and saluted him.

Marshal Rokossov: "Electromechanical man, turn on the speaker and start playing Heilmann's speech now."

Podolkov: "But we don't understand it very well."

"It doesn't matter, the guerrillas will understand, and so will the soldiers of Melania's People's Army."

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Emilia watched the lonely Rokosov Type 1 heavy tank go away, and immediately turned on the radio: "Xiang Falcon calls the Air Force Headquarters, Xiang Falcon calls the Air Force Headquarters, I have important things to report!"

After calling for a long time, someone finally responded: "This is the Air Force Headquarters. Xiang Falcon, please tell me. Have you discovered the enemy's armored cluster?"

"No, I landed on the ground according to the order of the special commissioner. The special commissioner personally took the tank and rushed towards the Vistula River."

"Huh?" The other person was so surprised that he even shouted.

"Why didn't you stop the commissioner?"

"He -" Emilia stopped, "He said Liuda would definitely not stop him." How could such words be said out loud?

"Speak, Xiang Falcon!"

Emilia: "He used his military rank to suppress me!"

"Suka BuLei!"

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The Melania Front is affiliated with the Fourth Air Force and is home to the Fourth Attack Regiment.

Drachenko, the commander of the 5th Guards Aviation Division, was chatting with his old unit: "The level of the Prosen Air Force seems to have dropped a lot recently."

"Yes," a pilot replied, "but their new propeller-less aircraft are very difficult to deal with, and our P47 was completely passive."

"Yes, I heard that even Yak 3 and La 5 are no match for this kind of aircraft."

"That plane is too fast! It's really too fast!"

Just as Drachenko was about to speak, he saw a jeep approaching from the direction of the Aviation Command.

The commander of the aviation force was sitting in the car and shouted before he stopped: "Take off quickly! Everyone takes off! The marshal forced himself to the ground, jumped on the tank and rushed forward. All those who can fly will take off. It doesn't matter whether there are bombs or not. We are going to carry out the highest intensity of operations." Close air support!”

The pilots looked at each other, and after a second they all stood up and rushed to the hangar.

Drachenko also rushed to the hangar, but was grabbed by the commander: "What are you doing?"

"Take off, the marshal has already rushed forward himself, how can I stay behind?"

"you--"

Drachenko shook off his boss's hand and rushed towards the hangar.

At this time, other bomber regiments that received the order also took action, and the entire airport was filled with the calls of the ground crew starting the aircraft engines.

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Pavlov: "Sukabuli! Why didn't I think he could make an emergency landing and then jump onto the tank?"

Popov: "Even if he can't make an emergency landing, he will parachute himself and then jump onto the tank."

Pavlov walked around the headquarters for a few times, and made up his mind to pick up the phone: "I will let other troops intercept him!"

Popov: "Do you think it's possible?"

Pavlov thought about it and put down the receiver: "No, it's impossible, the troops will rush with him. We can only hope that his tank is broken."

"Then he will rush on foot, he has done it." Popov replied.

"Sukabuli!" Pavlov cursed again.

Popov: "Look at the best, maybe he can rush into Melania's capital in one go?"

"He started from the 1st Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment of the Guards. Even if he had no obstacles along the way, it would be late at night when he reached the river!"

Popov: "Isn't that perfect?"

Pavlov stopped and looked at Popov.

Popov: "Right?"

Pavlov pursed his lips and slapped the receiver in his hand on the landline.

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The troops of the 1st Division of the Melania People's Army were resting.

Sergeant Zheduski sat next to his friend Corporal Zambrowski and said, "How do you feel?"

"It's terrible. Look at what our hometown has become."

At this time, the quartermaster came over with a bag on his back: "It's time to distribute bullets, 20 rounds per person."

Zheduski shouted: "Why are there only 20 rounds? A magazine can't be filled!"

"Then go pick up the weapons of the Prosen people. That's all the bullets."

The quartermaster counted 20 bullets and handed them to the soldiers who came to collect the bullets.

Zambrowski: "If the enemy counterattacks at this time, we can only use bayonets."

"Then use bayonets. We are not afraid of bayonet fighting."

At this time, a sound suddenly came from afar, attracting the attention of all Melanian people.

Everyone looked to the east and listened attentively. Even the quartermaster forgot to count the bullets.

A few minutes later, Zambrowski muttered: "It seems that someone is speaking in Melanian."

Zeduski repeated what he heard: "I am the leader of the uprising, Hermann. You may have never heard of my name before, because I want to avoid the pursuit of the Plossen military and police.

"But now, hiding is meaningless.

"The Insurrection Committee betrayed us, they have fled from the battle. We are holding on to the radio station, but the final moment has come.

"I am Hermann, I am the spokesperson for every Melanian who dreams of freedom..."

Zeduski stood up involuntarily, he seemed to remember that this Hermann was the highest military commander of the Melanian Resistance Army.

The voice from the east became clearer: "My beliefs tell me that resistance is not just an optional path; it is a responsibility. I hope this battle can become a new chapter in the Melanian struggle, and all resistance organizations will unite and become partners in the same trench, facing an enemy who never lets go of children, the elderly, stones or trees. "

Many Melanians came out of the building and looked east with the soldiers.

"I have left no personal legacy. For every Melanian who dreams of freedom, for every mother who carries her son on her shoulders, for every father who sees his daughter twisting in pain and crying in sorrow after being hit by enemy bullets.

"My last wish is for all those who listen to the radio, please always remember that resistance is not in vain.

"This is not just a bullet; this is a life with dignity and honor."

Zheduski saw the source of the sound, it was a Rokossov I heavy tank, rolling up countless dust and driving towards this side.

"Red flag!" someone shouted.

Yes, there was a red flag hanging on the long antenna of the tank.

"It's a red flag!"

"Could it be Marshal Rokossov?"

At the same time, the speech continued: "This is my will: do not lay down your weapons, do not lay down your stones, do not forget your martyrs, do not give up your dreams, this is your right.

"We will stay here, stay on our land, stay in our hearts, and stay in the future of our children. I urge all of you to take care of Melania, this land that I love to death, this dream that I carry on my shoulders, like a mountain that does not bow."

Even the roar of the tanks could not cover up the passionate speech.

"If I fall, do not fall with me; instead, take from me the flag that has never fallen to the ground. Use my blood to build a bridge for our descendants to rise from the ashes.

"When the storm hits again and I am not among you, please understand that I am the first drop of water in the wave of freedom, and I live to see you complete this journey.

"Continue to be a thorn in their throats, a storm that does not turn back, until the world knows that we represent justice, we will not rest. We are not just numbers recorded in the news!"

At this time, the tank was already very close, and everyone saw the figure on the turret.

It was a young marshal with medals on his chest.

The marshal shouted: "Davarish! What are you doing? There are only the last thirty kilometers!"

I don't know who answered: "But we have no bullets!"

Zeduski replied on behalf of the marshal: "Fire the bayonet!"

All the officers and non-commissioned officers were waking up from a dream, shouting: "All of them, bayonets on!"

The bright bayonet was pulled out and installed in the latch under the muzzle of the thread-cutting machine.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the bayonet seemed to be stained red with blood.

"Fire the bayonet!"

The marshal's tanks rushed through the streets, red flags leading the way.

Zeduski and his friend looked at each other. They didn't want to lead their own troops. They just ran and followed the tank.

They knew that every living member of their men would follow and run with all their strength.

Someone in the distance was shouting: "Fix bayonets and move forward!"

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Podolkov looked back and said excitedly to the marshal: "They are all following us. Look back quickly. The forest of bayonets is running with us!"

Marshal: "Of course. The broadcast is still continuing, which means that the radio station has not been lost. It is going to be night soon. The Prossen people are not good at night fighting. We have to rush through the last thirty kilometers at night!"

Podolkov: "I don't know why, but I always feel that we will succeed."

"It must succeed!" the marshal said firmly.

Podolkov added: “I don’t know what this Melania guy is talking about.”

Marshal: "He is inspiring resistance organizations and guerrillas to become a mountain that never bows, a storm that never looks back."

Podolkov: "I'm a tough guy, but - this leader is also a poet?"

Marshal: "Yes, the resistance movement is the most magnificent poem he composed."

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The moment Senior Sergeant Major Koslyk saw the red flag, he shouted to Andreas: "Damn it, it's a red flag!"

Andreas: "Damn it, no wonder they dare to advance with their headlights on. Get back!"

Recruit: "Ah? Are you going to retreat now?"

"What do you know? Rokossov has come up in person. The Ants will turn into devils and take five rounds of bullets before barely stopping! Run!" Kosrek took the lead and ran back with a submachine gun.

Andreas followed.

The recruit hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran away, dropping the bullet box he was carrying.

The tank with its headlights on and a red flag flying directly knocked down the wall next to the machine gun position and crushed the helmet of the unlucky guy who had no time to escape.

The Ants with bayonets appeared. None of them opened fire. They rushed towards them with all their might, pricking them with red.

Normally, the new recruits run and the veterans stop them. Now the veterans all take the lead in running, especially the veterans who have been on the southern front of the Eastern Front for a long time. They can run very fast.

The trio passed an 88mm gun emplacement that was still in action. The officer commanding the emplacement shouted: "You deserters!"

Kosrek: "Give up, the 88 cannon can't penetrate the enemy's turtle shell! If you run away now, you can operate a larger caliber cannon to serve the empire!"

Just as the officer was about to speak, the headlights of "that tank" shone over, and the gunner fired at the same time. As a result, everyone clearly saw a string of sparks flying off the shells.

Then the counterattack shell hit the gun mantlet of the 88 gun.

The explosion directly overturned a dozen gunners on the gun position.

Kosrek was blown away, and when he woke up he saw "that tank" crushing the gun emplacement——

Andreas pulled up Kosrek: "Let's go!"

"Where are the new recruits?"

"Probably dead!"

The two of them ran wildly in the night, with the tank's headlight behind them and the bayonet swinging in the light of the headlight.

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Melania occupied the military headquarters.

General Hawke looked at the adjutant who walked into the office: "Why are you panicking?"

Adjutant: "A large number of broken troops poured into our defense zone."

General Hawke stared at the adjutant for a few seconds and asked: "Where are the defeated troops? Ours?"

"Yes, it seems that Rokossov personally charged into the battle, causing a collapse on the front line."

General Hawke was confused: "Then why didn't you kill Rokossov? Is he hiding in a safe place?"

"I don't know." The adjutant looked confused. "We don't know what's happening on the front line. Maybe you should ask General Steiner."

General Hawke shook his head helplessly and picked up the phone receiver: "Take Admiral Steiner's command."

Soon Steiner's voice came over the phone: "General Hawke, please speak."

Hawke: "What's going on? The defense line has been breached!"

"We don't know what's going on, it seems like there's a sudden total collapse, and we're trying to prevent panic from spreading."

"Panic?" General Hawke was a little confused.

"Yes, someone on the radio was shouting strange words, something devil, something angel. We suspect that the enemy has invested in new weapons."

Hawke: "Where are there so many new weapons! Steady your troops and tell them that if Rokossov appears on the front line, they should consider killing him! Kill him! People will die when they are killed, and the same goes for the marshal!"

Steiner: "Okay, I will."

General Hawk slapped the phone on the landline, sighed deeply, stood up and unbuttoned his pajamas: "Instruct the troops on the easternmost side to be careful of attacks by Ant's troops."

Adjutant: "Yes."

General Hawke: "Come back and help me change my uniform after the order is issued!"

"yes."

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As soon as Mike reporter entered Melania's front army headquarters, he saw that the entire headquarters was in chaos, and all the staff officers were shouting on the phone.

Mike found Pavlov's bald head and grabbed his arm: "What's going on? Did the Prosen people fight back?"

"No, Marshal Rokossov personally led his troops to the Vistula River."

Mike: "Isn't this old news from seven days ago?"

"It doesn't mean leading a battle group to the Vistula River, but that he led a Rokossov-type heavy tank to the Vistula River."

After Pavlov finished speaking, he muttered: "Yes, he went to drive his small tank again."

Reporter Mike looked back and looked at his partner. Without communicating, the two turned around in unison and ran out of the headquarters, shouting as they ran: "We should go to the airport. The Dark Night Witches should not have taken off yet. Take their planes to chase the marshal directly."

The Wave 2 bomber of the Dark Night Witch Night Women's Bomber Regiment can land in very bad conditions. When the Ants fought on the Khazaria grassland, they often used the Wave 2 as a battlefield taxi. They would find a meadow to land and take off after sending people there.

Sometimes the wheels would get stuck in a vole hole and the plane would overturn.

Obviously, reporter Mike was going to take wave 2 directly to the front line to get first-hand news.

Pavlov shouted at their backs: "You go now, it will be midnight when you get there!"

"That's just right, it's time for the witches of the night to show their talents." The reporter replied without looking back.

After watching the two reporters leave, Pavlov glanced at Popov: "What a mess! I'll complain to him when he comes back."

Popov: "Why did he suddenly lead the troops to attack?"

Pavlov: "I guess he listened to the speech of Hermann."

"Now that you mention it... it's really possible. Our commander is a man of temperament."

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At one o'clock in the middle of the night, General Hawke suddenly heard the sound of artillery.

"It's from the east!"

As he said that, the general raised his hand and put it on the receiver.

The moment the phone rang, he picked up the receiver: "This is Hawke, what's going on?"

"The enemy is coming! Our artillery position was hit by the enemy's first shot in the dark! We don't know how they did it! Repeat, our artillery position was hit by the enemy's first shot in the dark! I swear we didn't expose the target!"

"Don't worry!" The general said in a deep voice, "Did Rokossov personally command the tanks?"

"I don't know, Rokossov's tanks turned on the headlights, and the observation post just reported to us that it saw the tank column and was destroyed. Someone else said that they saw our tanks! It's pitch black now, and we don't know what happened!"

"How can you not know what happened?" General Hawke questioned.

The answer on the other side of the phone: "The enemy used bayonets in large quantities and basically only engaged in close combat. In addition, it was dark, so we didn't know how many enemies there were, nor how many tanks there were.

"However, everyone heard the enemy broadcasting Hermann's speech."

General Hawke frowned: "Speech?"

"Yes, it has been broadcasting on shortwave since this morning! Don't you know? "

The general temporarily covered one end of the receiver and said to the adjutant: "Turn on the radio and tune to the Melania National Radio channel."

The adjutant did so, and the Melania speech suddenly filled the entire headquarters:

"This is my will: do not lay down your weapons, do not lay down your stones, do not forget your martyrs, do not give up your dreams, this is your right.

"We will stay here, stay on our land, stay in our hearts, stay in the future of our children. I urge all of you to take care of Melania, this land that I love to death, this dream that I carry on my shoulders, like a mountain that never bows."

General: "Damn it, why haven't you taken the radio station yet?"

Adjutant: "It is said that the Grizzlies have run out of shells and are resupplying, so they have temporarily stopped the attack."

General: "Let them attack, attack overnight! No, the top priority now is to recapture the bridge over the Vistula River and block the Ants on the other side of the Vistula River! Stop all troops and start the attack immediately!"

Chief of Staff: "There is not enough moonlight tonight, it is too dark to see anything."

General Hawke: "Without light, won't the house be set on fire? Don't you have this little flexibility?"

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Vistula River Bridge.

Just after one o'clock, the Prosens suddenly launched another attack, and the sound of gunfire rang out.

The barricades on the bridge approach were riddled with holes, and the sand in the sandbags was almost leaking out.

The masonry building on the south side of the bridge, which served as a support point, had completely destroyed the wall facing the bridge, and even the load-bearing columns were riddled with bullets.

But the guerrillas' machine guns were still roaring, pouring bullets on the Prosons.

Suddenly, the sound of the machine guns stopped.

The guerrilla commander on the barricade asked loudly: "What's going on?"

"No bullets!" the machine gunner replied.

The commander was about to say something, but the guerrillas around him shouted in fear: "The enemy is coming!"

Before he finished speaking, the Proson soldiers holding bayonets crossed the breastwork made of sandbags.

The commander was stabbed by the bayonet, but he raised his pistol with his last strength and fired continuously.

The Proson soldiers and the commander fell together.

Hand-to-hand combat unfolded on the approach bridge, and soon the guerrillas fell behind.

The Melania Resistance Army flag inserted on the barricade was pulled up by the Prosons and thrown down from the side of the approach bridge.

At this moment, a girl rushed out from the darkness, picked up the flag that had fallen under the bridge, stuck it on her back, and then began to climb the maintenance steel ladder on the approach bridge.

Someone exclaimed: "Helena! Helena is climbing the ladder!"

Seeing this scene, several young people rushed out and climbed up along the steel frame of the approach bridge.

Helena climbed to the top of the ladder, held her flag high, and rushed to the barricade.

The young men who climbed up with her also followed with guns in hand. Even the wounded who fell on the ground moved and struggled to stand up.

Just then the Prossen's machine guns opened fire.

Helena was shot in the waist. When the bullet penetrated her slender waist, it caused a bloody mist.

The machine gun hit others one after another, reaping lives like a scythe.

At this moment, Hellman's voice sounded:

“If I fall, do not fall with me; instead, take from my hands that flag that never fell to the ground. Build a bridge with my blood so that our descendants can rise from the ashes.

“When the storm comes again and I am no longer among you, please understand that I am the first drop of the wave of freedom!”

The surviving guerrilla fighters searched for the source of the sound.

Then they saw the light.

The light of the tank's headlights dispersed the darkness like a blazing torch.

“This is my will: do not lay down your weapons, do not lay down your stones, do not forget your martyrs, do not give up on your dreams, this is your right.

“We will stay here, in our land, in our hearts, in our children’s futures. I urge all of you to look after Melania, this land that I love to death, this The dream I carry on my shoulders is like a mountain that never bows its head.”

The heavy tank drove onto the approach bridge, red flags flying on the tank's antenna.

Hellman's voice came from the tank's loudspeaker: "Melania will never perish, long live the motherland!"

Countless Ant warriors emerged from the darkness, holding their rifles with bayonets high.

The morale of the Prosens collapsed and they retreated in panic.

The tank rushed onto the bridge, turned its muzzle, and fired one shot at the west bank.

The anti-tank gun shells exploded immediately, blooming into brilliant fireworks on the west bank of the Vistula River.

The guerrillas were stunned by the sudden turn of events. At this time, the man on the tank turret shouted to them: "What are you waiting for? Forward, Davarisi!"

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Oscar, the commander of the 36th Panzergrenadier Division of the Asgard Knights, stared at the tanks crossing the bridge in stunned silence.

"Where did they come from? Isn't it still thirty kilometers away?"

At this time, the tank on the bridge turned its turret and pointed its muzzle in Oscar's direction.

Oscar put down the telescope and looked around suspiciously. His command post was far away from most open flames and did not light any lights. It should not be exposed. It should be a coincidence that the gun barrel was pointing this way.

The moment he thought this, the tank opened fire.

Oscar was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was flying.

He flew high into the sky and then landed on the ground.

When he landed, his brain had been destroyed by the overpressure.

The captain of the 36th Grenadier Division brigade, who was full of evil, just lost his temper.