Cannon Fire Arc

Chapter 905: Chapter 25: Becoming a Storm That Never Looks Back (9K)

Wang Zhong was originally continuing to confirm the situation when suddenly, a broadcast interrupted the communication.

“I am Helman, the leader of the uprising. You may have never heard my name before because I have been avoiding the pursuit of the Prosen army police.

“But now, hiding no longer has any meaning.

“The Uprising Committee has betrayed us, they have fled from the fight. We are holding our ground at the broadcast station, but the final moment has arrived.

“I am Helman, the spokesperson for every Melianian who dreams of freedom…”

Amelia’s voice came through the line: “This broadcast is covering almost all frequencies—”

Wang Zhong: “Shh, Amelia, let me finish listening.”

After Amelia’s voice disappeared, Wang Zhong pressed his lips together, listening to Helman’s speech.

In fact, he had only learned a little Melanianese sporadically, only grasping the basics, with many words he didn’t understand, feeling a bit like someone who only understands Mandarin listening to the Sichuan dialect.

But strangely, he could clearly and unmistakably feel Helman’s conveyed emotions.

Perhaps it was because the blood of Ceres flowed through his veins, and he had seen too much content about that 150-year history of suffering during his growth.

Perhaps it was because before his journey, he had read many similar stories of noble sacrifice.

Perhaps it was because he had once immersed himself in legends of Sankara, Allende, and others who went to their death with valor for their country and people.

He had once listened to Allende’s final speech, not understanding any Spanish, but still teary-eyed, seemingly seeing the President don a helmet, pick up the old AK given by his friend, and head to the battlefield.

Now, in a thought, he switched to the Vistula River 30 kilometers away.

He could not see the enemies on the ground and the resistance warriors, but he could see the expanse of ruins, like scars on this nation.

In that moment, many things flashed through Wang Zhong’s mind: the broken swing on Abawahan’s streets, the empty streets of Orachi, and the unclaimed bodies on Jinling’s streets.

Helman’s speech ended, but quickly started playing from the beginning again, probably recorded by a tape recorder.

Wang Zhong looked down at the map, then said to Amelia: “Can you land on the highway below?”

“Eh?” Amelia’s surprise carried through the line, “What do you want to do?”

Wang Zhong: “The enemy is also at their last legs, now whoever commits the last battalion will cause the other side to collapse. It’s time to commit the last battalion.”

“But—!”

Wang Zhong: “Left turn, new course 213!”

“This course is—”

“The Guard First Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment. They are currently the closest armored troops to the Vistula River. When we just flew over them, I confirmed the situation; to deal with unexpected situations, they still have the last reserve of fuel.”

Amelia: “I can’t land, what if something happens to you, how will I explain to Liu Xia?”

Wang Zhong said confidently: “If it were Liu Da, she would personally send me to the battlefield.”

Amelia hesitated to speak.

In the end, she turned left, flying in the new direction.

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Podoliskov bent over beside the tank, looking underneath it and asked: “How’s the situation?”

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

At this time, the technician temporarily reinforced to the Guard First Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment also climbed out from under the tank: “We’ve done everything we can, the rest is up to the heavens. But why are you worried about this, we’re almost out of fuel, we don’t even dare to warm up the engine to prevent unexpected situations.”

Podoliskov shrugged: “Who knows, it’s never wrong to be prepared.”

At this time, he heard the sound of engines in the sky and shouted: “Air defense!”

After shouting, he rushed to his command vehicle “Revenge for the Heroic Brother”, grabbing the anti-aircraft machine gun, roughly determining the direction the sound was coming from.

At this time, the radio operator shouted: “Wait a minute! It’s Rocossov—Special Envoy!”

“What? Didn’t the Marshal just fly over us?”

“I don’t know either, the Marshal said he’s coming, told us not to open fire.”

Podoliskov at this time already saw the red Pe-3, he released the anti-aircraft machine gun: “Good thing you shouted early, otherwise if I shot down the Marshal, I’d be in trouble, the whole nation wouldn’t let me go—no, the whole world wouldn’t let me go!”

His words came to an abrupt stop because the Pe-3 landed on the road, bumping and scraping as it rushed towards the “Revenge for the Heroic Brother” parked on the road as well.

Podoliskov looked blankly as the plane slowly stopped in front of the tank.

Marshal Rocossov opened the cockpit and stood up: “Concentrate all the fuel from the tanks into the best-conditioned tank!”

Podoliskov didn’t know what had happened, but suddenly realized this was the best opportunity, and shouted: “My tank is in the best condition! We just checked! Look, Marshal—Special Envoy Comrade, the slogan you personally inscribed is still like new!”

Marshal Rocossov glanced at the turret of the “Revenge for the Heroic Brother”: “Alright, it’s you guys, just as you still have the Red Flag, fill up your tank!”

At this time, the Military Bishop of the Guard First Heavy Breakthrough Tank Regiment ran over: “Marshal Davarish, what’s going on?”

Marshal Rocossov: “Didn’t you hear what was said in the radio? The uprising is about to fail, now we can’t stop according to the plan, my comrade, concentrate the fuel and ammunition onto the ‘Revenge for the Heroic Brother’, prepare more machine gun bullets, and bring more High-Explosive Shells, I expect there won’t be many tank battles.”