Chapter 544: Go Forward, Davarish

When Wang Zhong walked out of the ground, a company of soldiers happened to be gathering. They were all stunned when they saw him appearing.

The priests accompanying the army were doing mobilization and were stunned when they saw Wang Zhong coming out.

Wang Zhong went straight to the small stage where the priest was delivering his speech. When he got there, he made an "invite" gesture and politely asked others to come down before he stood on the stage.

It's said to be a platform, but it's actually just a few ammunition boxes put together and covered with two wooden boards.

Wang Zhong glanced at the entire company on the stage and said: "I don't know which unit you are from. The chief of staff of the front army should have ordered all units that can go to the front line to go into battle. You may be cooks or mechanics. It doesn't matter. .

"At this moment, you have only one identity: Ante warrior, my dear Davarisi. I will join you in launching a counterattack against the Prosens."

A noncommissioned officer stepped forward and shouted: "You can't go! Leave it to us!"

Wang Zhong smiled: "Don't worry, my fate is much tougher than yours. The God of Death is an old acquaintance of mine. He has never hit me several times. He will continue to suffer defeat here. Give me a submachine gun."

The sergeant immediately handed the gun to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong picked up the submachine gun, skillfully checked the ammunition and chamber, and finally loaded the gun.

At this time, there was a whistling sound in the sky, obviously flying from the other side and falling towards the city.

Wang Zhong: "The artillery smoke grenades are coming. Everyone listen to my command and turn right! Run, walk!"

The company took regular steps and ran forward.

Wang Zhong got off the stage and ran forward with the company.

The soldiers all saw it, and their expressions changed from surprise to fanaticism.

The shells continued to fall, and the smoke even penetrated between the buildings with the wind, spreading to Tsarevich Street, which had been blocked by tank wreckage.

Potemkin Street was already filled with smoke. When the company ran through the final line of defense at the intersection, the fortified soldiers joked: "Why did you hang up the red flag? Haven't you heard that the general's Guards Division is nearby?"

Most people would call the First Red Banner Guards Mechanized Infantry Division the "General's Guards Division."

Wang Zhong stopped and said to the two talkative people, "Because I am here."

The soldier who spoke widened his eyes and stood up at attention and saluted: "General!"

Wang Zhong: "Call your company commander."

The company commander has already run over: "General!"

Wang Zhong: "Leave those who operate the heavy weapons behind, while everyone else goes into counterattack."

Company Commander: "Yes! Except for those who operate heavy weapons, everyone else is involved in the counterattack!"

Wang Zhong didn't even look at how the order was being executed. He crossed the defense line with a submachine gun and rushed into the smoke.

Nicholas carried the red flag and followed behind him. When he rushed into the smoke, he glanced at the people on the defense line.

The soldier who just spoke looked at each other and his teammates, then howled together and climbed over the parapet made of sandbags, waving their weapons and rushing towards the smoke.

At the same time, the news that "the general charged personally" spread like the wind throughout the entire front, along with the order: "Except the heavy weapons operators, everyone is involved in counterattack!"

At first there was only a little sound of Ula, like a spark, but in the blink of an eye the whole city was shouting: Ula!

I don’t know who is shouting: “Forward, Davarisi!”

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The commander of the Prosen battle group initially thought that the Anters' artillery attack was intended to knock out friendly forces as well as his own troops.

As smoke filled the streets, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Rokosov's first battle was a hand-to-hand combat with infantry charges after being covered with smoke. He is very good at taking advantage of elite troops in hand-to-hand combat.

Sure enough, Rokosov left an elite guard by his side, and now he plans to repeat his old tricks!

A deafening sound of urrah came through the smoke.

Hoffman: "Rokossov must not know that we have developed corresponding tactics for his tactics."

He picked up the microphone and ordered over the radio: "Everyone retreat behind the fire-breathing tanks, fire-breathing tanks, create a burning zone in front of the troops!"

"yes!"

When Hoffman put down the microphone, the fire-breathing tank at the front had already opened fire.

The flames shot into the smoke, and the wind generated by the high temperature also blew away some of the smoke.

More fire-breathing tanks opened fire, covering the entire street in flames.

The deafening sound of urrah also rushed forward.

Hoffman smiled, stop in front of this sea of ​​fire! No matter how deafening Ula is, it will be destroyed by the flames!

After he started laughing, others also started laughing, and the entire Prossen front was filled with laughter, as if just laughing loud enough could overwhelm the deafening Ula.

The next moment, a row of people covered in fire appeared from the smoke!

The fire ignited their thick military uniforms, engulfed their hair, and even burned their faces.

But they still shouted hurrah and fired at Hoffman.

The bullet hit Hoffman's tank. Probably because the shooter was covered in fire and could no longer aim, so many bullets did not hit Hoffman.

However, the huge shock still caused the experienced Junker officer to retract his body into the tank, only exposing the part above his eyes, and looked at the group of Fiery King Kongs in horror.

The other Proson soldiers were also shocked. They had never seen such a strong will to fight, and they had never imagined that they would encounter such a scene.

The smiles froze on their faces. Even though the bullets of the Bobosha took the lives of their comrades, no one thought of opening fire.

The most elite warriors of the Proson Empire were now dumbfounded.

They just stared with wide eyes, watching the Ante warriors rushing up to them and hugging them with open arms.

As long as they were hugged, the flames would burn over them.

The Ante warriors turned the flames on their bodies into weapons.

The screams filled the entire front line.

The screams of the Proson people.

The morale collapsed almost at this moment. All the Proson people turned around and ran, abandoning the tanks and armored vehicles that needed their cover.

The tankers on the tanks were relatively calm and thought of opening fire to block.

But the smoke blocked the shooting range.

More Ante people rushed over and threw the Molotov cocktails directly on the tank's radiator grille.

There were also Ante people who rushed to the front of the tank, climbed on the tank, opened the lid, and fired at the inside.

The bullets shot into the tank and immediately began to ricochet repeatedly. Soon there was no one alive in the whole car.

The morale of the Proson tankers also collapsed, and they began to reverse at full speed, and ended up catching up with the Proson soldiers who had not yet run away, crushing all those who still maintained their fighting spirit.

There were also Proson tanks that panicked and loaded friendly armored vehicles while reversing, and the tracks broke and got stuck on them.

No Proson people could escape unscathed in such chaos.

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When Wang Zhong saw the flamethrower tanks firing, he directly pulled the people around him and asked them to slow down, but at this time he could not stop the charge.

So he could only watch the soldiers rushing towards the enemy in the sea of ​​fire.

From a bird's-eye view, he clearly saw the soldiers' lives burning brilliantly at the end.

At this time, he, the fake Ant, rang the song of his homeland in his mind:

The hero jumped out of the trench

A flash of lightning split the sky, split the sky.

The ground sank in and blocked it alone, and the sky fell down with one hand.

Two feet wading through the blazing fire, the whole body shining with rainbows!

How can this song be so suitable!

Wang Zhong speeded up, he wanted to kill a few damn Plosson devils with his own hands, otherwise he could not express the excitement in his heart.

But in front of him, the red highlights were extinguished one by one like the ebb tide.

Look carefully, not every enemy was killed, but all the enemies had no will to fight, and all knelt on the ground to surrender.

Wang Zhong rushed for a long time and finally saw several living Plosson soldiers, but none of them had red highlights.

The moment they met Wang Zhong, these people knelt down, holding up the submachine guns in their hands, and yelling something.

Wang Zhong was so angry that he kicked him: "Fuck you, why surrender so quickly!"

Gregory rushed over and kicked the submachine gun that fell to the ground.

Yakov also appeared from the smoke and said, "They surrendered! General, this is a second lieutenant, maybe we can get some information from him!"

Nikola, who was carrying the flag, and the radio operator who appeared out of nowhere also appeared.

The radio operator was stunned when he saw Wang Zhong: "Huh? I followed the battalion commander? Where is the battalion commander?"

Wang Zhong: "Now follow me, give me the receiver."

The radio operator immediately handed the microphone to Wang Zhong - this high-power radio produced by the United States has a microphone like a telephone.

"Hello, Pavlov, the counterattack was very successful..."

At this time, a Proson person was on the frequency, talking about something.

Wang Zhong patted Yakov on the shoulder: "Listen to what he is saying."

Yakov listened for a few seconds and his face changed drastically: "The Proson people are calling for artillery fire! They said Rokosov has deployed elite troops to counterattack!"

At this time, a whistling sound came from the sky, which was obviously not the artillery fire of the Ante army.

Wang Zhong immediately lay on the ground in a defensive posture.

Gregory rushed over, grabbed Wang Zhong, and pulled him to the side of a tank wreckage: "Go in!"

Wang Zhong got under the tank, still maintaining an anti-artillery posture. Gregory followed immediately.

The shells were already falling, but they had not yet hit where Wang Zhong and his men were.

From the direction, it was estimated that these shells fell on the fleeing Proson troops.

Wang Zhong shouted to Yakov under the tank: "Stop listening to the enemy's communication, come here!"

Yakov then put down the receiver and ran to the wreckage of another tank with the radio operator.

At this time, shells fell one after another around Wang Zhong, and the familiar earthquake came.

For a moment, Wang Zhong even felt that there was no need to launch a counterattack, and that the artillery was enough to deal with the enemy.

The negative pressure caused by the shelling made Wang Zhong's ears very uncomfortable and his head was buzzing.

After an unknown period of time, the shelling finally stopped.

Wang Zhong's ears could not hear any sound except tinnitus, but he could tell from the ground that it was no longer vibrating that the shelling was over.

Gregory climbed out first, turned around and pulled Wang Zhong out.

The enemy's artillery bombardment dispersed the smoke, allowing the view to become wider.

Wang Zhong saw a black cat crawling out from under the wreckage of the tank, standing on the rubble-filled street and looking at him.

Gregory cursed: "The appearance of a black cat at this time is not a good sign! Get out!"

The black cat cried, jumped onto the wreckage of the tank, and then jumped high to the second floor of the roadside building, and quickly disappeared.

Wang Zhong's sight was guided by the black cat, and finally looked up at the sky.

Another flock of cranes flew across the sky.