artillery arc

Chapter 128 The beginning of a strange tradition (12000 monthly votes plus more updates)

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

While shouting, he picked up the tree branch that had been knocked down by the cannon fire from the top of the turret, and threw it to the messenger next to him, whose attention was focused on the enemy.

The messenger shivered when he was hit, and turned to look at Wang Zhong blankly.

Mr. Wang: "Cease fire! Let all tanks cease fire!"

"Oh!" The messenger then ran away along the traffic trench.

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

I don’t know what the group of people were fighting behind the enemy’s smoke cover.

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

Messenger: "What about the prisoners below the captain level?"

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

"Yes!" The orderer turned around and ran away.
"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 prisoners, any enemies that encounter your troops during the counterattack stage in the future will fight to the death.

After a second of silence, Wang Zhong changed his words: "The order about prisoners just now does not count. For enemies below captain, wound their arms to ensure that they cannot fight for three months. Then let them go in the direction of the enemy. "

The messenger nodded, turned and left.

Although the prisoners will not be slaughtered, the current situation of the 151st Division certainly does not have time to take care of the prisoners, so it is better to use the prisoners to give the enemy wrong information.

Wang Zhong: "Order each tank to blow up the engine and make the engine roar a little!"

Then there was a deafening roar throughout the ambush position, as if a tank corps was advancing.

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Filipov led his platoon near a road littered with tanks and vehicle wreckage.

Yes, Filipov has been promoted to platoon leader, but this is not considered an exceptional promotion. After all, as military academy cadets, they originally became warrant officer platoon leaders after graduation, and now they are considered to be on duty early.

Filipov excluded the squad leaders and the others were all new recruits. During the previous march, seven or eight fell behind. I wonder if seeing dead enemies for the first time will cause some trouble.

This made Filipov worried.

After leading the entire platoon cautiously close to the road, Filipov ordered: "Spread out and don't crowd together! Have you forgotten what I said during training? It's easier to die if you are crowded together. Machine guns like to hit groups. !

"You act alone, but people are reluctant to spray water on you with machine guns."

In fact, what Filipov is talking about is the concept of the Ant Army. The Ammunition of the Ant Army has never been very sufficient and needs to be saved.

In a certain army, even if there is only one enemy, the entire platoon must pour out firepower, including machine guns and rifles.

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

There were corpses of Prosen soldiers everywhere as far as the eye could see, and some of the tanks parked on the road were still smoking.

The cavalryman who delivered the order ran along the road: "The general ordered that officers above the captain level be captured as prisoners. Those with insufficient military rank should have their arms wounded and have them run back. If there are any wounded enemy soldiers, let them carry them back by themselves!"

Filipov: "You heard it! Semyon, take your squad to inspect the tank. Don't look inside. Just open the hatch cover and throw a grenade in."

The sergeant named Semyon immediately led his squad towards the tank.

Filipov was still shouting: "Get rid of 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 if I hold them." Karev just complements him.”

As he spoke, Filipov also specially adjusted the position of the MP submachine gun hanging on his shoulder, placing it where it was 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 different! Are they the guards of Emperor Prosen?"

"It's possible." Filipov said, pulling on his rain-proof cloak, which was the symbol of the Guards Infantry on Ant's side.

At this time, Sergeant Semyon, who was in charge of inspecting the tank, shouted: "A grenade was thrown! Don't be frightened!"

As soon as he finished speaking, 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 car with his men.

At this time, Filipov saw his new recruit Alexey standing in front of the enemy's corpse, looking like he was comprehending life.

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

"Platoon leader! It's nothing. I was just wondering, is war such a simple and pleasant thing?"

Filipov: "We thought the same way when Loktov had just repelled the first wave of enemy attacks. At that time, His Excellency the General launched a round of precise artillery fire, and the enemy completely collapsed. We thought we could attack Plosen tomorrow. Nia.”

Alexey: "What happened next?"

"Then half of us couldn't see the sun the next day," Filipov said, "or, in other words, became the colors on the general's flag."

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

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

Suddenly, a Prosen tank soldier poked his head out of the tank and used the submachine gun in his hand to knock down the recruit who was about to throw a grenade into the hatch.

The grenade fell directly at the feet of Sergeant Semyon. He could only curse "Suka" before he was thrown to the ground and his broken leg flew up high.

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

The new recruits in Filipov's platoon were stunned, and the veterans were already lying down.

Filipov himself half-knelt, holding up his submachine gun.

Soon after, Alexey opened fire.

Tokarev's semi-automatic first shot missed, hitting the edge of the turret and causing a string of sparks. The enemy tank crew immediately turned his gun, and then Tokarev's second shot came and penetrated his shoulder.

Alexei shouted, firing continuously, emptying Tokarev's magazine.

In fact, the next few shots were all missed and hit the tree behind the tank.

The dead enemy slides directly into the tank under the influence of gravity.

Alexey was still shouting, pulling the trigger as hard as he could, regardless of the fact that there was no bullet to fire him.

Filipov took out the grenade, pulled the string and threw it in one go. The "little flying stick" dragging the butt of the cigarette fell into the hatch of the tank.

There was a muffled sound and the tank stopped moving.

Alexei fell to his knees and slumped sideways.

Filipov thought he had been shot and hurried over to check the situation: "Where are you injured? Are you okay?"

After a cursory inspection, Filipov found that the guy had not been shot, which was very good. But he fell to the ground like a wilted eggplant.

Filipov ignored him and ran to Semyon's squad: "Medic! Medic! Nurse!"

"Coming, coming!" A 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 over to the nurse, Filipov returned to Alexey and found him clutching his stomach in pain.

"What's wrong with you, private?" Filipov 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!"

However, it was of no use. The new recruit Alexei fell on Filipov like a puddle of mud, and he spoke with a cry: "I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

Filipov tried to persuade him a few more times, but he had no choice but to shout: "Priest! Where is the priest!"

The priests handle this situation professionally, and they are the right ones to call.

But Filipov shouted for a long time without responding.

At this time, he suddenly had an idea.

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

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

Then Filipov pulled up the recruit again and forced him to look at the tanker: "See clearly, this is the enemy you defeated!"

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

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

Recruit Alexei was stunned: "What? Why?"

"I'll tell you why!" Filipov spoke while quietly reducing his support for the new recruit Alexey. "Our division commander, Major General Rokossov, is very brave, right? If you don't know how brave he is, Just ask the people in the tank army, ask the old guys from the 23rd Tank Army, they will tell you that because there are only two people in the BT tank turret, the general stands directly outside the vehicle when commanding them, commanding while braving the hail of bullets. Rooftop machine guns massacre the Prossens!”

Recruit Alexei showed a longing expression: "I've heard of it! But this and makes me pee..."

"Do you know what kind of person he is? Ask the veterans of the former Third Rear Amur Regiment. They all know it! Before the war started, the general was a coward, and no one wanted to follow him to the front line. Then the war started, The general was so frightened that when Proson's tanks came over, he was so frightened that he peed!"

Recruit Alexei was even more surprised: "I know...but doesn't this prevent him from being a brave and fearless general now?"

"Don't you understand?" Filipov said, "With that pee, the general pissed away his timid self in the past! This is called knowing one's shame and then becoming brave! You are also a coward now, but you killed one Enemy! Now you just have to act like the general!"

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

Recruit Alexei squeezed out one word: "Yes."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

Recruit Alexey gritted his teeth and struck the enemy.

After he finished, Filipov pulled away and asked, "Do you still have a stomachache now?"

"Eh? This..."

Filipov: "Look at your feet. Are they still soft?"

"It's true! I...I feel really brave!"

The others looked at each other.

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

"Pull you down. This was obviously shot by a machine gun. How can your Tokarev hit such a big eye? I think this one here was caused by my urine. It was shot by me. I want to kill him!"

"Then let me do this!"

At this time, the company's priest finally came, and 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 so naughty.

Filipov: "We are performing a ceremony to embolden new recruits!"

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

Priest: "You... collect the weapons first and then pee. Who will use these dirty weapons now? Whoever peeed collected them, cleaned them, and used them! Do you understand? Get moving now!"

That night, the chaplain of the 31st Company, 1st Battalion, 1st Guards Regiment wrote in his diary: "I originally thought that the rumors about the general's dark history would weaken the cohesion of our unit, but now it seems that I was completely unwarranted. In fact, these dark history History has a wonderful way of (crossing out) bullshit that enhances the general’s prestige, which is well worth studying in depth.”

　I promise this is the last diaper gag (seriously)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)