Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 906 - 25: Becoming a Storm That Never Looks Back (9K)_2

Chapter 906 -25: Becoming a Storm That Never Looks Back (9K)_2

“Yes!” The Bishop saluted and turned to give orders.

Marshal Rocossov: “Where’s the regiment commander and deputy commander?”

“They have fallen, Comrade Marshal.”

Marshal Rocossov pursed his lips; at this moment, he suddenly noticed the loudspeaker on the roadside utility pole and asked, “What is this loudspeaker used for?”

“Report, it seems the Prosens use it for propaganda, usually broadcasting some brainwashing news they’ve created.”

Marshal Rocossov: “Take it down. Don’t you have electricians with enhanced skills? Attach it to the tank and connect it to the tank’s radio. Now the Melania Capital Radio Station is repeatedly broadcasting Helman’s speech, we need to play it all the way!”

“Yes, Comrade Marshal!”

Without waiting for the Bishop to give orders, two electricians seconded to the troops climbed up the utility pole and began taking down the loudspeaker.

“Have all preparations ready within thirty minutes. By the way, how many crews have lost their tanks? Gather three crews to run alongside the tanks; I believe there might be enemy-abandoned tanks along the way, and these crews can take them up and drive!”

The Bishop immediately turned around: “Alyosha, gather three complete crews, with the most experienced ones!”

At this moment, other tank members, following orders, came over carrying shells and siphoning the remaining fuel from their tanks with hoses, all looking enviously at Podoliskov.

The commander of the “Westward Journey” patted Podoliskov on the shoulder: “Found another one, didn’t you, Sukabule!”

Podoliskov laughed: “That’s right, envy away!”

Thirty minutes later, the “Revenge for the Heroic Brother” was fully armed.

The engineer and loader held the crank together, chanting a rhythm while turning it forcefully—

The tank engine roared with fury, spewing a thick plume of black smoke from the exhaust port. Marshal Rocossov climbed onto the tank, standing behind the turret.

Podoliskov: “Come into the turret to command!”

“No, you will command. For this attack to succeed, I must ensure everyone sees me.”

Podoliskov: “How is that possible? Bullets don’t have eyes!”

The Marshal: “Then are you not participating in this glorious attack?”

Podoliskov drew out the Papasha: “I can be an infantryman! As a veteran, I handle things much better than the average greenhorn.”

The Marshal thought for a moment and said, “Alright, then come out.”

Podoliskov happily gave up his spot and focused on being an anti-aircraft gunner behind the turret.

The Marshal crawled into the tank, hanging the headphones upside-down on the back of his head so he could still wear his peaked cap. He picked up the microphone: “Driver, move out!”

“Move out!” With a loud “duang,” the “Revenge for the Heroic Brother” roared to life, bypassing the Pe-3 that had been pushed to the roadside.

The Marshal’s blonde driver stood in the cockpit, saluting him.

Marshal Rocossov: “Engineer, turn on the loudspeaker, start broadcasting Helman’s speech right now.”

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Podoliskov: “But we can’t really understand it.”

“It’s alright, the guerrilla fighters will understand, and the Melania People’s Army warriors will understand too.”

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Amelia watched the lone Rocossov I heavy tank move away, then immediately opened the radio: “Falcon calling Air Force Headquarters, Falcon calling Air Force Headquarters, I have important information to report!”

After calling for quite some time, someone finally responded: “This is Air Force Headquarters, Falcon, go ahead. Did you spot an enemy armored group?”

“No, I landed on the ground according to the Special Envoy’s orders, and the Special Envoy personally boarded a tank and rushed towards the Vistula River.”

“Uh?” The other side was so surprised they let out a voice.

“Why didn’t you stop the Special Envoy?”

“He—” Amelia paused, “He said Liu Da definitely wouldn’t stop him,” such words were impossible to utter.

“Speak up, Falcon!”

Amelia: “He pulled rank on me.”

“Sukabule!”

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Station of the 4th Attack Aircraft Regiment, attached to the Melania Front Army’s 4th Air Force.

Colonel Delaqinke of the 5th Guards Air Division was chatting with his old unit: “The Ploson Air Force’s level seems to have dropped quite a bit recently.”

“Yes,” a pilot responded, “But those new aircraft without propellers are extremely hard to deal with, our P47s are completely on the defensive.”

“Yeah, I heard even the Yak-3 and La-5 aren’t a match for those planes.”

“Those airplanes are too fast! Really too fast!”

Delaqinke was about to say something when he saw a Jeep coming from the direction of the Air Force Headquarters.

The Air Force Commander sat in the car and shouted before the car even stopped: “Take off quickly! All of you take off! The Marshal forced a landing, took over a tank, and pushed forward. Everyone who can fly, take off, bomb or no bomb doesn’t matter, we’re providing the highest level of close-air support!”

The pilots looked at each other, and a second later, they all stood up and rushed towards the hangar.

Delaqinke also rushed to the hangar but was pulled back by the corps commander: “What’re you doing?”

“Taking off, the Marshal is pushing forward personally, how can I cower at the back?”

“You—”

Delaqinke shook off his superior’s hand and ran to the hangar.

Meanwhile, other bomber regiments that received the order were also taking action, with the whole airfield echoing with the cries of ground crew starting up aircraft engines.

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Pavlov: “Sukabule! Why didn’t I think of him forcing the plane to land and jumping onto a tank?”

Popov: “Even if he couldn’t force a landing, he’d parachute down himself and jump onto a tank.”

Pavlov paced around the headquarters a few times, then made up his mind and picked up the phone: “I’m going to have other units intercept him!”

Popov: “Do you think that’s possible?”

Pavlov thought for a moment, then put down the receiver: “No, it’s not possible, the troops will follow him into the charge. We can only hope his tank breaks down.”