Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 904 - 24 Long Live Melania_3
Chapter 904 -24 Long Live Melania_3
The falcon swept across the earth, over the retreating Prosen Army, across the blockade outside the capital, and through the gunfire-dense streets, crossing the Vistula River.
It flew above the ruins where the flames had not yet fully extinguished, proudly dancing amidst the hail of bullets.
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Helman poked his head out and saw a falcon flash by.
“Isn’t that the national bird of Kazarlia? Why is it here?” he muttered.
The guerrilla fighter beside him was a professor from Melania National University. Hearing Helman’s mumbling, he looked up: “Falcons are distributed in our country too, and there’s quite a number of them. Seeing a falcon now is a good omen, think about who the King of Kazarlia is now?”
Helman smiled: “Rocossov—saying it like that, it indeed is a good sign. Just fight for one more day, and Rocossov’s forces will be here!”
Professor: “One day!”
He stood up, exposing half his body, and fired towards below.
Suddenly, a bullet hit the professor in the chest, sending him flying backward, lying in the corridor in a spread-eagle position.
Blood stained the carpet red.
Helman calmly crawled over and closed the professor’s eyes.
He held his submachine gun, glanced at the warriors in the corridor, the few remaining guerrilla fighters still firing.
Someone was shouting while firing, as if the Winged Cavalry of the Melania Kingdom were issuing a war cry.
Helman watched as shells penetrated the concrete walls, shooting into the corridor.
The shockwave from the explosion swept through the long corridor, turning into a strong wind by the time it reached Helman.
Helman’s ears still hurt a bit.
He knew the final moment had arrived.
Helman strode into the radio broadcast room.
As he pushed open the door, the voice of the female broadcaster came out hoarsely shouting: “This is Melania Capital, we are still fighting! We are still fighting! Who can help us!”
Helman patted the female broadcaster on the shoulder, gently but firmly pushed her aside, then sat in her position.
He skillfully turned on the recorder and spoke into the microphone:
“I am Helman, the uprising leader, you may have never heard my name before, as I have been evading the Prosen military police’s pursuit.
“But now, evading has no meaning.
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“The uprising committee has betrayed us. They have fled the battle. We are holding fast at the broadcasting station, but the final moment has come.
“I am Helman, the spokesperson for every Melanian who dreams of freedom.
“My belief tells me that resistance is not merely an optional path; it is a duty. I hope this battle can become a new chapter in Melania’s struggle, with all resistance organizations united, becoming partners in the same trench, facing an enemy that spares neither child, elder, stone, nor tree.
“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 writhing in pain after being hit by enemy bullets, crying in sorrow.
“My final wish is for everyone listening to the broadcast, please always remember, resistance is not futile.
“This is not just a bullet; it is a life of dignity and honor. Prisons and sieges made me realize that this fight is long, the road is hard, but I also realized that a nation refusing to surrender can create miracles with its own hands.
“Do not expect the world to treat you fairly. In my life, I have witnessed how the world silently watched our suffering. Do not wait for justice; you must become the embodiment of justice. Let Melania’s dream live in your hearts. Turn every wound into a weapon, turn every tear into a source of hope.
“This is my will: do not lay down your weapons, do not put down the stones, do not forget your martyrs, do not abandon your dreams, this is your right.
“We will remain here, remain on our land, remain in our hearts, remain in the future of our children. I urge all of you to take care of Melania, this land I love to death, this dream I carry on my shoulders, like a mountain that does not bow.
“If I fall, do not fall with me; instead, take from my hand the flag that has never fallen to the ground. Build a bridge with my blood for our descendants to rise from the ashes.
“When the storm comes again, and I am not among you, please understand that I am the first drop of the wave of freedom, I live to see you complete this journey.
“Continue being a thorn in their throats, become a storm that does not look back, until the world knows we stand for justice, only then will we rest. We are more than just numbers recorded in the news!”
Helman raised his right hand high: “Long live Melania! Long live the Motherland!”
