Chapter 128 The Beginning of a Strange Tradition (12,000 Monthly Tickets Plus Additional Chapters)

Wang Zhong was sure that the enemy had retreated, so he shouted into the radio: "Cease fire! Cease fire! Save shells!"

While shouting, he picked up the branch that had fallen off the top of the turret due to the cannon fire and threw it to the messenger next to him who was focusing all his attention on the enemy.

The messenger shuddered after being hit, and turned his head to look at Wang Zhong blankly.

Boss Wang: "Cease fire! Let all the tanks cease fire!"

"Oh!" The messenger then ran along the communication trench.

It took two minutes for the 30 T34s to completely cease fire.

I don't know what the group of people were fighting after the enemy's smoke covered them.

Wang Zhong continued to tell the messenger: "Order the infantry battalion to advance! It depends on the rank of the prisoners. Capture prisoners above the rank of captain, especially those with staff armbands, adjutant ribbons, briefcases, and map bags."

Messenger: "What about prisoners below the rank of captain?"

Wang Zhong's first reaction was: "The enemy fought bravely and no one surrendered. We must commemorate the enemy's fighting spirit and erect a monument for them."

"Yes!" The messenger turned and ran

"Wait a minute!" Wang Zhong called him.

If you want to keep the enemy's officers, it will have a bad impact in the future. And I forgot who said that if you don't keep the prisoners, you will fight to the death when you encounter the enemies of your troops in the counterattack stage in the future.

After a second of silence, Wang Zhong changed his words: "The order about prisoners just now does not count. For enemies below the rank of captain, injure their arms and ensure that they cannot be put into battle within three months. Then let them go in the direction of the enemy."

The messenger nodded and turned away.

Although the prisoners were not to be slaughtered, the 151st Division was in a state where they certainly had no time to care for the prisoners. It would be better to use the prisoners to give the enemy wrong information.

Wang Zhong: "Order all tanks to rev their engines, and make the engines louder!"

Then the entire ambush position was filled with a deafening roar, as if a tank army was advancing.

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Filipov led his platoon to the road full of tank and vehicle wreckage.

Yes, Filipov had been promoted to platoon leader, but this was not an exceptional promotion. After all, as military academy students, they were originally warrant officer platoon leaders when they graduated, and now they were considered to be on duty in advance.

Except for the squad leaders of each class, all the others in Filipov's group were new recruits. Seven or eight of them had fallen behind during the march before. I wonder if they would do anything weird when they saw the dead enemy for the first time.

This made Filipov nervous.

After carefully approaching the road with the whole platoon, Filippov ordered: "Disperse, don't crowd together! Have you forgotten what I said during training? Crowding together is more likely to kill, and machine guns like to attack people who gather together the most!

"If you act alone, the machine guns will be reluctant to spray you with water."

In fact, Filippov still said the concept of the ANT Army. The ANT Army's ammunition has always been insufficient and needs to be saved.

If it were a certain army, even if the enemy had only one person, the whole platoon would pour out firepower, and machine guns and rifles would be used together.

After watching his recruits disperse, Filippov took the lead on the road.

The bodies of the Proson Army were everywhere, and some of the tanks parked on the road were still smoking.

The cavalry who delivered the order ran along the road: "The general ordered that officers above the rank of captain be captured as prisoners, and those with lower ranks should be wounded in the arms and let them run back. If there are wounded enemy soldiers, let them carry them back by themselves!"

Filippov: "You heard it! Semyon, take your squad to check the tank. Don't look inside. Just open the hatch and throw grenades in. "

The sergeant named Semyon immediately led his squad to rush to the tank.

Filipov was still shouting: "Take down the enemy's weapons first. The enemy's grenades are very well made and more effective than ours! And their submachine guns are good things. You see, I won't change them. They complement Tokarev just fine."

Filipov also specially adjusted the position of the MP submachine gun hanging on his shoulder and put it in a place suitable for pulling up and shooting.

At this time, another veteran who had experienced the battle of Loktov shouted to Filipov: "Filipov, the uniforms of these people are not the same! Are they the guards of Emperor Prosen?"

"It's possible." Filipov said, pulling his rain cape, which was the symbol of the guards infantry on Ante's side.

At this time, Sergeant Semyon, who was responsible for checking the tank, shouted: "Grenade thrown! Don't be scared! "

As soon as the voice fell, there was a muffled sound, and a puff of smoke came out of the hatch of the enemy tank No. 235.

Sergeant Semyon jumped out of the car and ran to the next one with his men.

At this time, Filippov saw his new recruit Alexei standing in front of the enemy's corpse, looking like he was feeling life.

He went up and asked: "Alyosha, what are you thinking about?"

"Platoon leader! Nothing, I just wonder, is war such a simple and comfortable thing?"

Filippov: "We thought so when we just repelled the enemy's first wave of attack in Loktov. At that time, the general's next round of accurate artillery bombardment caused the enemy to completely collapse. We thought we could attack Prosinia tomorrow."

Alexei: "What happened next?"

"Later, half of us could not see the sun the next day." Filippov said, "Or, we became the colors on the general's flag. ”

Alexey opened his mouth wide, like a goldfish starved of oxygen.

Not far away, Sergeant Semyon shouted: "Throw a grenade, don't..."

Suddenly, a Proson tank soldier poked his head out of the tank and knocked down the recruit who was about to throw a grenade into the hatch with his submachine gun.

The grenade fell directly at the feet of Sergeant Semyon. He only had time to curse "Suka" before he was blown to the ground, with his broken leg flying high.

The tanker Plosson held a submachine gun on the turret and fired at the nearest Semyon squad, knocking down three recruits at once.

The recruits in Filippov's platoon were stunned, and the veterans had already fallen.

Filippov himself half-knelt and held up his submachine gun.

In a flash, Alexei opened fire.

The first shot of Tokarev's semi-automatic gun missed, hitting the edge of the turret and creating a series of sparks.

The enemy tanker immediately turned the muzzle, and at this time Tokarev's second shot came, piercing his shoulder.

Alexei shouted and kept firing, emptying Tokarev's magazine.

In fact, the last few shots were all fired away and hit the tree behind the tank.

The enemy who lost his life slid directly into the tank under the action of gravity.

Alexei was still shouting and pulling the trigger desperately, not caring that there was no bullet at all.

Filippov took out a grenade, pulled the string and threw it in one go, and the "small flying stick" with a cigarette butt fell into the tank's hatch.

With a muffled sound, the tank stopped moving.

Alexei knelt on the ground and collapsed to the side.

Filippov thought he was shot, and hurried over to check the situation: "Where are you injured? Are you okay?"

After a rough examination, Filippov found that this guy was not shot and was fine. But he fell to the ground, like a wilted eggplant.

Filippov didn't care about him and ran to Semyon's squad: "Medic! Medic! Nurse!"

"Here it comes!" The female nurse in military uniform rushed over, touched Sergeant Semyon's neck, shook her head, and turned to the next one.

After handing the wounded to the nurse, Filippov returned to Alexei and found that he was holding his stomach in pain.

"What's wrong with you, private?" Filippov asked.

"My stomach...is cramping, I can't feel my legs, am I going to die?"

Filipov grabbed Alexei's shoulders and pulled him up: "No! You're fine! You're just too nervous! Stand up!"

But it was useless. The recruit Alexei fell on Filipov like a puddle of mud, and spoke with a crying tone: "I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

Filipov tried to persuade him again, but he had no choice but to shout: "Priest! Where are the priests!"

The priests are professional in dealing with such situations, and it's right to find them.

But Filipov shouted for a long time without any response.

At this time, he suddenly had an idea.

He threw away the recruit Alexei - the latter collapsed directly to the ground, like a puddle of mud.

Filipov rushed onto the enemy's tank, climbed in, pulled out the tanker who had just caught everyone off guard with a submachine gun, and dragged him all the way to the recruit Alexei.

Then Filippov pulled up the recruit again and forced him to look at the tank driver: "Look carefully, this is the enemy you defeated!"

Recruit Alexei stopped wailing and stared at the enemy: "I defeated him?"

Filippov: "Now as the platoon leader, I order you to pee on his pants!"

Recruit Alexei was stunned: "What? Why?"

"I'll tell you why!" While speaking, Filippov quietly reduced his support for recruit Alexei, "Our division commander, Major General Rokosov, is very brave, right? If you don't know how brave he is, you can ask the people in the tank unit, ask the old guys of the original 23rd Tank Army, they will tell you that because there are only two people in the BT tank turret, the general stood directly outside the car when commanding them, commanding in the hail of bullets while slaughtering the Prosen people with the roof machine gun!"

Recruit Alexei showed a longing expression: "I've heard of it! But this is different from letting me pee..."

"Do you know what kind of person he was? Ask the veterans of the former 3rd Amur Regiment, they all know! Before the war, the general was a coward, and no one wanted to follow him to the front. Later, when the war started, Prosen's tank fired a shot, and the general was scared to death!"

The new recruit Alexei was even more puzzled: "I know... but this doesn't prevent him from being a brave and fearless general now, sir?"

"Don't you understand?" Filippov said, "That time he peed, the general peed away his cowardly self in the past! This is called knowing shame and then being brave! You are also a coward now, but you killed an enemy! Now you just need to be like the general, and everything will be fine!"

Filippov pointed at the enemy: "Pee! On his pants! What are you hesitating about? You were about to pee your pants just now, weren't you?"

The new recruit Alexei squeezed out a word: "Yes."

"Then what are you hesitating about?"

The new recruit Alexei gritted his teeth and bit the enemy.

After he finished, Filippov pulled away: "Do you still have a stomachache now?"

"Eh? This..."

Filippov: "Look at your feet, are they still soft?"

"Really! I... I feel really brave!"

Others looked at each other.

"Wait a minute, I remember," someone shouted, "I killed this enemy! He is mine!"

"Come on, this is obviously shot by a machine gun, can your Tokarev make such a big hole? I think this one here is my urine, it's not right, I shot it, I want to spit it!"

"Then I'll do this!"

At this time, the company's priest finally came, and then frowned at the scene in front of him: "Wait a minute! What are you doing?"

He covered his nose when he spoke because it was too smelly.

Filippov: "We are performing a ceremony to give courage to the new recruits!"

The priest looked at the enemy's corpse and understood.

Priest: "You... collect the weapons first and then pee. Now who will use these dirty weapons? Whoever pees should collect, clean and use them! Do you understand? Hurry up and move!"

That night, the priest of the 1st Company of the 1st Battalion of the 31st Guards Regiment wrote in his diary: "I originally thought that the rumors about the general's black history would weaken the cohesion of our unit, but now it seems that I was completely worried. In fact, these black histories have enhanced the general's prestige in a wonderful way (crossed out) in a nonsense way, which is very worthy of in-depth study."

I promise this is the last time I pee in my pants (seriously)