Chapter 546 Rising

Wang Zhong commanded the No. 422 - uh, the No. 422 heavy rocket assault gun prototype, and drove forward along Tsar Avenue. He soon found that the road was blocked by the wreckage of the T34 and large roadblocks.

So he decisively ordered the crew to turn left and turn into Potemkin Street.

There were also many wreckages on Potemkin Street, but the traffic conditions were not bad. After all, the Proson engineers had almost blown up the anti-tank piles.

When the No. 422 assault gun with a red flag passed by, many people followed spontaneously.

Wang Zhong did not mention the mobility of this assault gun design parameters at all. He only required that this thing could ensure that it would not break down when it drove to the front line. Therefore, the speed of the prototype was much slower than that of the T34 and the vortex, and people could still keep up as long as they walked faster.

Wang Zhong had to wave to the people who followed him: "Don't follow, don't follow! We are going to the front line!"

"We are going to the front line too, General!" Someone responded loudly.

Wang Zhong had no choice but to give up. Just when he was about to give up, he saw a child who was probably less than ten years old in the crowd following him. He pointed at the child and said, "That child can't follow! Child, it's too dangerous!"

Several hands immediately grabbed the child and tried to pick him up and send him away.

The child shouted, "I killed more Plosson devils than you! Really!"

Others laughed, "He's still a little hero!"

Wang Zhong stared at the child's face and felt that what he said was true. Such a little guy must not be afraid of the battlefield. It's useless to scare him.

Besides, it's not good to force a little hero to go back like this.

So Wang Zhong said, "Is there still room in the battle room?"

"Yes, General!"

Wang Zhong: "Then stop the car and let the little hero get in! Sit in the battle room!"

Taking care of the child's safety and feelings, Wang Zhong felt that he was too genius for a while.

As soon as the order was issued and the car stopped, everyone lifted the child over their heads and sent him to the unnamed tank and put him directly on the top of the battle room.

The child turned his head and looked at the large gas tank rocket behind the fighting room: "What is this? A bomb?"

Wang Zhong: "It's a flying bomb. It can send the enemy and the enemy's bunker into the sky later."

The child laughed: "That's great."

He looked at the words on it again and asked: "General, can I write the name of my friend who died?"

"Of course," Wang Zhong immediately reached into the tank, "Quick, give me paint and brush."

Immediately, both things were delivered to Wang Zhong.

He handed the things to the child, and then patted the top cover of the fighting room: "Go forward! Drive slower, let the child write well! Write it all! People who hold hatred are often ugly, but this time, the righteousness is on us. This is just revenge, glorious revenge, and there will be no innocent souls under the mushroom cloud!"

This 500 mm thing will also have a mushroom cloud when it is fired, but it is smaller and has no radiation.

Wang Zhong was not wrong.

The prototype No. 422 started again, driving very slowly, almost at the speed of a person walking.

The people following the tank also moved forward at the standard speed, forming a wave of people behind the tank.

Wang Zhong tilted his head and watched the child write on the rocket: "Alyosha, Misha, Semyon..."

"Wait, how many names do you want to write?" Wang Zhong couldn't help asking.

The boy took out a handful of military cards from his pocket.

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and asked: "Are they all your neighbors and friends?"

"Yes, there is also a mortal enemy." The child paused and asked back, "Who is Yakov to the general?"

"My adjutant is a kind, simple, smart...careful and mature man. He may be a good father in the future."

Wang Zhong looked forward. Without switching to a bird's-eye view, he could see that at the end of the road, a window was flashing, and it should be a machine gun firing.

The crackling sound of gunfire reminded Wang Zhong of the city on New Year's Eve before the time travel.

How nice it would be if these gunshots were firecrackers to drive away the Nian beast.

Wang Zhong waved away the sudden surge of homesickness. He was no longer the boy who had accomplished nothing in peacetime. He was a staunch secular fighter, Davarish.

The prototype rumbled forward, and the crowd behind it held rifles, with the sharp bayonets pointed diagonally at the sky, and the red flag stained with blood flew overhead.

Someone shouted on the radio: "Calling the approaching red flag vehicle, is it General Rokossov?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, I'm Rokossov."

"Don't go forward. The remnants of the enemy battle group have occupied the post office building and are fighting hard. There are three No. 4 long-barreled tanks in front of the building. We have lost six T34s! We have lost six T34s."

Wang Zhong confirmed the situation from a bird's-eye view. It was indeed as reported by the unknown officer on the radio. Hundreds of enemies hid in the post office building and fought hard. The remaining three long-barreled No. 4 tanks were arranged in a herringbone shape in front of the building to cover each other's weak points.

They even set an angle to make it difficult for anti-tank guns to penetrate the weak points.

Moreover, these long-barreled Type 4s have additional armor, and their shape is closer to the later Type 4s on Earth.

Wang Zhongxian cut into the car's communication: "Attention, the enemy has a long-barreled Type 4 aimed at the front corner. When you go out, pay attention to the angle of exit and don't let your weak points be hit."

"Don't worry," the driver replied confidently, "There is no weakness on the front of our car, it's just a whole piece of armor plate, vortex and main gun, this car doesn't have a main gun."

The gunner continued: "My gunner is actually just an idle errand. I will go out and load rockets with the loader later."

Wang Zhong: “You still have to be careful from the side.”

"It's 80mm!" the driver said, "Don't worry, we won't be able to wear it if we go out diagonally."

Wang Zhong nodded and turned on the radio: "Thank you for informing me. Don't worry. We will deal with the stubborn enemies and let your soldiers find cover. Don't be afraid. The fireworks will be a bit big later."

"This...general, we can solve the problem..."

"Obey orders."

As soon as Wang Zhong put down the microphone, the children in the car patted him on the shoulder: "I'm done writing."

Wang Zhong turned his head and saw a lot of dense writing on the bomb.

He opened the hatch on the gunner's side: "Go down, kid, and let the gunner give you the sight. Take a good look at the enemy's final fate! See clearly what it means for the enemy to rot and turn into mud."

The child nodded, got into the cabin, and sat on the gunner's knee.

Gunner: "My dear, are you as old as my son? How many enemies have you killed?"

"Five." The child said firmly, "There are also many booby traps buried under the enemy's corpses."

"Oh, that's amazing!" The gunner and loader obviously didn't take it seriously, with a coaxing tone.

Only Wang Zhong felt that this kid might have killed many enemies.

He closed the hatch.

Driver: “We’re going around the corner!”

Wang Zhong turned around and shouted to the soldiers who were following him: "Hidden! Wait until we fire before you come out of the corner! Hidden!"

The officers and non-commissioned officers in the team hurriedly shouted: "Hide! Wait for the general to fire first!"

Wang Zhong also wanted to shrink his head at first. Anyway, he had a bird's-eye view, so shrinking his head would not affect his field of view.

But after thinking about it, he felt that looking like this was too cowardly and had a bad impact on morale, so he maintained the posture of the probe. Fortunately, the hatch was designed to cover the commander of the probe, so it was okay. .

Prototype No. 422 first turned forty-five degrees, directly cutting into the corner of the intersection. When it drove out of the intersection, it happened to be at an invincible angle.

An armor-piercing round hit the front armor with a bang, was bounced off and hit the building across the corner, and then exploded in the building, shattering the windows.

Wang Zhong shrank his neck and looked back at the second-floor window that was still smoking.

It is indeed a 75mm armor-piercing grenade, and the aftereffects are pretty good.

At this time, another shell hit the side of the prototype vehicle. As a result, it was also deflected by the 80mm angled side armor and hit the wall.

Moreover, the warhead seemed to have its fuse damaged and did not explode.

The prototype car that rushed out of the intersection immediately straightened its body and faced the three Prosen No. 4 vehicles with its invincible front.

Wang Zhong looked at the distance from a bird's eye view: "320 meters, can we fire?"

"Okay. Why do you measure distance so quickly?"

I cheated.

Wang Zhong: "Target 320 meters, fire!"

"Wait a minute, the helicopter is turning! OK! Fire!"

The gunner didn't know what he hit. Wang Zhong heard a burning sound from the back of his head. When he turned around, he saw the rocket rising into the sky.

Then the gunpowder gases from the rocket jet engulfed him.

He could only look down and watch the bright thing rise into the sky, draw an elegant arc and fall towards the postal building guarded by the enemy.

The thing crashed into a third-story window of the building.

Nothing happened in the first second.

The next moment, a violent explosion engulfed the entire building in an instant.

From an overhead perspective, the shock wave spreads around like ripples, sweeping across the entire street in one second.

This scene is exactly the same as an atomic bomb explosion, except that there is no initial step of light radiation igniting flammable materials.

The shock wave destroyed all the windows in the street and blew away everything that could be blown away.

Three No. 4 vehicles parked in front of the postal building were overturned directly to the ground, and one of them even had its turret fall out.

A huge mushroom cloud rose from the ground and gradually changed in the sky, from bright white in the middle to dark red, and finally extinguished completely and turned into a gray smoke cloud.

Wang Zhong's physical vision also recovered at this time, because the shock wave of the explosion blew away the gunpowder smoke launched by the rocket.

As soon as he switched back, he saw the half-pull plaque of the Postal Building inserted in front of the prototype car, still shaking back and forth.

On the radio, only the child who had just entered the tank exclaimed: "Wow."

For a moment, the battlefield became quiet.

Even the gunfire from several blocks away stopped, and everyone was wondering what was going on.

Wang Zhong wondered if I should give an order?

At this time, he saw a gray-faced man emerging from the building opposite the post office, holding a pistol high: "Come with me! Ula!"

Then a group of disgraced people appeared like a refresh in the game, holding rifles with bayonets: "Ula!"

Stimulated by this shout, Wang Zhong heard the deafening sound of hurrah behind him. A large number of disgraced troops rushed out from the corner and rushed towards the enemy in overwhelming numbers.