Chapter 699 Entering the City

The bombardment ended and the assault officially began.

Sergeant Semyon led his infantry squad through the buildings on the edge of Loktov and saw the wreckage of a BT7 tank.

There was a slogan painted on the wreckage: Those who fought here will drive you all back.

When the sergeant approached the tank, the animals hiding inside fled in panic, scaring him.

At this time, the door next to the tank opened, and the gray-haired uncle poked his head out: "I am the guide of the guerrillas. Where is your target of attack? I will lead the way!"

The sergeant immediately took out the map: "Fellow villagers, we have been ordered to advance to the center of the city and eliminate the Proson people we meet along the way."

"That's easy! We have opened up the buildings on both sides of the street and blocked them with furniture. The Proson people don't know! I will take you to bypass the fire blockade and sneak attack them!"

"That's great!" Sergeant Semyon was very excited, "Let's go. By the way, what does the slogan on this tank mean?"

"You don't know?" The fellow villager looked puzzled.

Sergeant: "I don't know."

"Back then, the troops led by Rokosov resisted the Prosons here for three days and three nights (actually not that long)! This tank was commanded by Rokosov himself. A little further along this street, there is another tank parked there. The Prosons ordered us to scrape off the tactical number on the tank..."

"Scrape it off?" The sergeant looked puzzled.

"Because that tank was commanded by Rokosov himself! The number is 422! We all know it! So the Prosons brought the yellow dog to wipe it once, and we repainted it at night!"

Sergeant Semyon looked very interested. Before he spoke, his subordinates spoke first: "Let's go and see the tank! Maybe we can get a little bit of the marshal's bravery and good luck!"

"No! We have a mission to perform! Lead the way, uncle!"

"Okay, this way!"

Sergeant Semyon led his team and followed the uncle into the house.

The uncle went straight to the chest of drawers by the wall and pushed it open to reveal the hole behind it: "Come! All the furniture covered with red cloth can be pushed open, there are holes all over!"

The group passed through holes one after another and advanced forward.

When entering a house, a woman's voice suddenly came: "There are Prosen people in the building ahead! Be careful!"

Sergeant Xie Miao stopped and looked for the source of the sound, and saw a woman with a headscarf sticking her head out of the stairs leading to the second floor.

Sergeant: "Come down quickly, it's dangerous upstairs!"

"It's okay, I'll go see what the shelling has done to my house, and then I found that Prosen people came in next door, they set up machine guns in the window, and they can't be seen from the outside."

Sergeant Xie Miao: "We will deal with it!"

Guide uncle: "The enemy didn't find this side, and they probably didn't find the hole in the wall. We can catch them off guard!"

"Okay!"

Mother: "It's that cabinet!"

Sergeant Xie Miao immediately and his strong men quietly moved the cabinet away.

The moment the hole in the wall was exposed, the Proson people on the other side could be heard talking.

It seemed that they had not noticed that the Ante soldiers had arrived next door.

Sergeant Semyon gave orders to his veterans in sign language.

The veteran immediately took out the offensive grenade, pulled out the safety pin, and prepared to detonate the shrapnel.

This grenade was a replica of the United States model and was very popular among the soldiers.

Semyon took a deep breath and kicked the wooden board blocking the road on the other side of the wall.

The veteran also released the spring at the same time.

The cabinet on the other side fell down, and the veteran's grenade was also fired.

The Proson soldiers on the opposite side were guarding the main road, and they didn't expect that something happened behind them. At this time, they turned back and looked at everything with a confused face.

Sergeant Semyon made eye contact with the enemy and immediately opened fire, but was pulled away by his subordinates.

The grenade exploded, and shrapnel and gravel sprayed out of the hole, as well as fragments of the cabinet.

"Thank you!" Sergeant Semyon, holding a submachine gun, was the first to go through the hole.

The Proson man on the second floor came down to see the situation. The two looked at each other. The sergeant reacted quickly and threw PPSh on him.

The Proson man was shot several times and fell to the ground, then rolled down the stairs.

The veteran also went through the hole and threw two warm grenades upstairs.

The explosion happened immediately.

Someone screamed on the second floor, and Sergeant Semyon actually understood the words he shouted.

At this time, the guide uncle shouted: "The floor is made of wood! You can shoot through it!"

Sergeant Semyon immediately fired at the floor, and the enemy immediately reacted and fired down.

The sergeant was shot in the thigh and immediately half-knelt down, but immediately shot back against the enemy's trajectory.

The veteran jumped up the stairs with a brisk step and rushed up with a gun.

The sound of PPSh shooting came from the second floor, and soon the second floor became quiet.

Everything happened so fast that the new recruits in Sergeant Semyon's class were still confused.

The sergeant sat down against the wall and checked his wound: "Sukabulie! Let me see where these damn guys hit me!"

The blood had dyed the sergeant's pants red. He cut his pants with a dagger, and a large amount of blood spurted out of the wound on the inside of his thigh.

The guide uncle: "It hit the blood vessels on the inside of the thigh! Quickly tie up the thigh with a rope! Tie it tightly! It's so tight that the blood can't pass through! I've treated this kind of wound before!"

The new recruits then moved.

The aunt rushed upstairs, and after a few seconds, she ran down and put a belt into the hands of the recruits: "Use the belt! The belt my son left! This is a good belt! It will definitely work!"

Without saying a word, the recruit wrapped the belt around the sergeant's thigh and pulled it tightly.

The blood immediately stained the belt red and seeped into the leather.

The aunt was watching all this, leaning back against the wall, and sighed: "This is a good belt. I specially asked a cobbler to cut it. It is made of leather. It is good leather!"

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Filipov carried a submachine gun and rode in the regiment's jeep to the outskirts of the chemical plant.

The remains of the Prosen tank that was destroyed outside the chemical plant wall are still there.

These tanks all ate Molotov cocktails and were all burned, with no value for recycling.

Looking at the wreckage of these tanks, Filipov's serious expression softened slightly. He said to the guard: "Half of these tanks were burned by me, and the other half was by my partner at the time. Unfortunately, he did not survive."

Guard: "There were no rocket launchers at that time, right? They were all fired with Molotov cocktails?"

"yes."

The Prosons who resisted at the chemical plant have surrendered and are sitting in the empty cargo warehouse next to the factory.

"parking!"

The driver braked immediately.

Filipov jumped out of the car and walked towards the prisoners with a submachine gun.

The soldiers guarding the prisoners saluted him: "Captain Davarisi, a total of 201 prisoners, have been disarmed and are waiting for the inquisitor to receive them."

Filipov: "Who asked them to wait here?"

Guard: "Uh... the battalion commander asked them to wait here."

Filipov: "Every other place is fine, but not here. Let them change places."

At this time, the priest in charge of translating ran over: "Comrade leader, why is this? You have to give a reason! The church explicitly prohibits the slaughter of prisoners, because in the future they may become--"

"I'm not trying to massacre them, I'm just moving them to another place."

Priest: "I want a reason!"

Filipov took a deep breath: "Here back then, Marshal Rokossov, who was a brigadier general at the time, personally presided over the memorial ceremony for the fallen soldiers! This place is very important, and it is not a place where Prosen prisoners should stay!

"Let them go!"

Priest: "This..."

Filipov: "My friends, my sister's lovers, all slept here at that time! I will not allow the Prosin prisoners to sit where they lay!"

"yes."

The priest immediately turned around and ran towards the prisoners, saying in Plossian: "We want to change places!"

The Proscenians looked at each other.

Suddenly someone from Prossen shouted: "We have surrendered!"

Priest: "Yes, we will place you in accordance with the Geneva Convention! It just needs to be changed to a different place. This is the resting place of the martyrs."

The Prossenians were silent for a few seconds, and a military policeman stood up: "Not here, I will take you to the place where they sleep."

Priest: "What?"

Gendarmerie: "I'll take you to their resting place."

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In the wheat field outside the factory, the military policeman pointed to the black soil in front of him and said: "This is it, start digging. I have nightmares about all this every day. It's time for me to be freed."

Filipov nodded to the engineers.

So the engineer company commander personally took the shovel and thrust the shovel into the soil, only to hit something.

He didn't dig things out immediately, but gently put down the shovel and pushed the soil away with his hands, revealing the round metal thing.

Engineer company commander: "Sukabule! This man wants to lure us into a minefield and blow us up to death!"

Filipov: "If you calm down, it might be the lid of a pickle."

"What?" The engineer company commander looked at the thing carefully again, and then he boldly took it out. It turned out to be a pickled cucumber lid. "Why is there such a thing in the soil?"

Filipov: "It's a long story. Let's dig it up and see what's inside."

The engineer company commander continued his work and soon dug out new things.

It's human remains.

As all the engineers joined in the excavation, a large number of remains were revealed.

Densely packed layers upon layers.

Gendarmerie: "We rushed all the captured guerrillas, resistance elements, and Ante soldiers who surrendered to us to dig out the mines, because it is difficult to tell whether the mines are real or fake here, and there are also the kind that can dig out half of the mines." A terrible thing sent away by the engineering company, so--after the mines here are almost cleared, we let them dig holes here, and then--"

The priest in charge of the translation rushed over and knocked the gendarme to the ground with a slap: "Assholes! You bastards!"

Filipov: "Priest, you violated the rules."

Priest: "I know."

Filipov: "All criminals will be judged, priest."