artillery arc

Chapter 371 Cannon General (4000 monthly tickets plus more)

After dealing with this minor friction between the brother troops, Wang Zhong was about to speak when the radio operator in his entourage reported: "The loaned B4 heavy artillery has arrived."

Wang Zhong immediately said to the battalion commander of the 225th Division: "Write down everything in the report, including what was captured and why the enemy suddenly lost their accuracy. I will read it myself and write it carefully!"

The battalion commander obviously came from a military background, and his brows immediately furrowed when he heard that he had to write a report.

Wang Zhong jumped onto the jeep and said, "Let's go and meet up with the heavy artillery! Remember to drive around the bushes!"

After everyone got on the jeep, it returned along the same route and joined the heavy artillery regiment that was parked there waiting for Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong looked at the B4 heavy artillery and sighed, "I haven't seen this guy for a long time."

Vasily: "Didn't you decide not to increase the number of B4 heavy artillery in the army artillery group?"

"Because it's too bulky, it doesn't fit with our group army's military philosophy of mobile annihilation of the enemy. Besides, we can borrow it from our brother troops."

As they were talking, the jeep stopped next to the tractor towing the heavy artillery. Wang Zhong used the jeep as a step, jumped onto the tractor, and patted the driver on the back: "Let's go! Go into the city!"

Vasily took Wang Zhong's red flag off the jeep, jumped onto the cannon holding the red flag, and stood on the cannon's small operating platform and moved with the cannon.

As the city of Yeisk got closer, the sound of machine guns from the Prosen army in the city became clearer and clearer.

Nearing the edge of the city, several infantrymen jumped out from a roadside building, seemingly trying to stop the vehicle. However, when they saw Wang Zhong standing on the tractor, they gave up trying to stop the vehicle and consciously stood by the roadside, watching the tractor towing the huge vehicle enter the city.

As they passed by, Wang Zhong asked loudly, "How do we get to where the battle is going on?"

The sergeant in charge pointed ahead and said, "Just keep going along this road. At every Y-shaped intersection, take the left one. At the crossroads, go straight. It's very simple!"

Wang Zhong: “Thank you!”

"You're welcome General!"

Wang Zhong said to the tractor driver, "Did you hear me? Go left at the fork in the road, and go straight at the crossroads."

"Understood, General."

And so the artillery continued its advance.

Not long after they walked, a group of infantrymen appeared on the roadside. They took off their hats and shouted at Wang Zhong, "General! Why are you coming in at this time? There may be scattered enemies here!"

Wang Zhong: "Then I will crush them with the tracks of the artillery vehicle!"

As they were talking, more soldiers came out of the buildings on the street, and some even poked their heads out from the second floor. Everyone cheered to Wang Zhong, "General! You're finally here!"

"Hurray! Let's finally put an end to this battle with the cannon!"

"Ula!"

The people of Yeisk also opened their doors and windows, curiously looking at who the soldiers were cheering for.

Wang Zhong heard some people asking, "Who is this general?"

A soldier immediately responded: "It's General Rokossov! We are General Rokossov's team!"

"Is that Rokossov?"

Wang Zhong frowned instinctively, he had a premonition that "that" was coming.

"Is it Rokossov who captured 51 General Prosoms?"

Look, here it comes!
I knew this was coming!

Then Wang Zhong heard his soldier answer: "Yes, it was that Rokossov! In addition to the general, he also captured 100,000 people!"

Wang Zhongxin thought it was all over. If the news got spread around, he might end up being the one who captured a general of 100,000 men.

It is hard to say whether there are 100,000 generals in the whole of Plossen.

There were more and more civilians and troops on the roadside. The battle was clearly not over yet and everyone could hear the enemy's machine gun fire, but everyone was happily crowding to the roadside.

Wang Zhong had to shout: "Don't push, don't push! We are going to eliminate the last of the Prosen people! Please make way!"

At this time, the tractor drove into the first intersection, which was a Y-shaped intersection, and the driver decisively turned left.

The sound of machine gunfire was getting closer.

And there were more local residents lining the streets to welcome them!

The residents began to throw bread onto the tractor, and in a short time Wang Zhong had five large loaves of bread in his hands.

He could only put the bread on the cargo bed behind the tractor, and accidentally dropped a piece of it and it was crushed by the tracks of the cannon.

(The B4 heavy artillery also uses tracks as its walking mechanism.)
Leba was not enough. Soon, an old lady carrying a hen followed the tractor and shouted, "This hen was wanted by the Prosen people, so I hid it. But I hid it too well and it suffocated to death! My chicken! General, you should eat it. It will give you strength to fight the Prosen people!"

Wang Zhong: "Keep it for yourself!"

"Why, I am an old woman, why should I eat such delicious food? It is more suitable for young men to eat it! You can take it, General!"

"Old lady, there's nowhere to put it! So, we'll stay in your house when we get to the city. Then you can stew it and serve it as a snack for the soldiers staying at your house, right?"

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, the old lady suddenly realized: "That's right!"

She finally stopped chasing the tractor.

At this time, the tractor drove into the intersection, and Wang Zhong hurriedly said, "Go straight!"

"I remember that, General!"

A tractor towing a heavy artillery piece crossed the intersection.

After crossing the intersection, the crowds on both sides suddenly disappeared.

The sound of machine guns was almost right in front of us, as well as the sound of the 3mm gun of the M75 tank.

A captain came out of the building and saluted Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong patted the driver on the shoulder and said, "Stop the car. I want to ask about the situation."

The car stopped, and before Wang Zhong could ask, the captain took the initiative to answer: "General! The enemy's last support point is ahead. The position of the machine gun is very tricky, and the 75mm cannon cannot reach it."

Wang Zhong: "Why don't you adjust the firing range and fire closer?" Captain: "The enemy has an anti-tank gun mounted on the first floor, which has already destroyed two of our M3s. We tried to use the complex terrain to get closer, and also tried to throw smoke, but it was useless. The enemy was able to stop us by firing at the smoke, and we suffered heavy casualties."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, leave it to us. We'll just tear down the building, and they won't be able to do anything about it!"

The captain nodded: "It's up to you!"

Wang Zhong patted the driver on the shoulder again: "Go ahead!"

The tractor started again.

At this time, the commanders of the two M3 Grant tanks at the intersection heard the engine sound, so they looked back and saw the tractor towing the big guy over, so they quickly backed up to make way.

In this way, the tractor pulled the heavy artillery into the enemy's last fortress - the square in front of the city council building.

Wang Zhong understood at a glance why this concave building was difficult to attack. Its entrance was in the middle of the building and was blocked by the two wings.

The Proson people sealed up all the windows on the first floor of the building, and added wire mesh to the windows on the second floor, making it impossible to climb up by hand.

There were already many bodies of Ante soldiers on the floor of the building.

The M3 commander who had just made way shouted, "General! We have forced the enemy to leave the outer windows. We were planning to take this opportunity to climb the stairs, but the people inside——"

Before he finished his words, a sizzling sound came from the direction of the building. Wang Zhong turned his head and saw a large basin of hot oil pouring from the window on the third floor.

Wang Zhong was shocked. Pouring hot oil? Was this some kind of medieval offensive and defensive battle?

The M3 driver continued, "Look! The villagers nearby said that the people of Plosson moved all the olive oil stored in the church next door into the parliament building, burned it hot, and poured a tank of it from time to time."

Wang Zhong: "They won't be able to keep going for long. Artillerymen, get off the vehicles and prepare to fire!"

After the order was given, all the artillerymen sitting in the troop transport trucks got off the vehicles and cooperated with the tractor drivers to turn the cannons around and aim them at the building that was still resisting.

Then the connection between the tractor and the cannon was removed, and the "free" tractor was driven to the side and waited.

Wang Zhong jumped off the tractor and climbed onto the cannon: "Put the cannon flat and aim directly. M3 fire support! Suppress the enemy!"

After all, the cannon is now too close to the enemy, and the artillerymen in operation can easily be killed by machine guns firing from the building.

Therefore, friendly fire is needed to suppress it.

The two M3 tanks opened fire at full capacity, forcing the Plosson people to not even dare to raise their heads.

On B4's side, loading was completed quickly and all the artillerymen jumped off the cannon.

An artillery captain came over and said to Wang Zhong: "General, you can't stay on the cannon. When firing horizontally, we won't fix the cannon, so it can move backwards, and the recoil force will be consumed in the process of doing work."

Wang Zhong: "Then is there any problem if I stand on it?"

"It would be dangerous."

Wang Zhong: "Then don't worry, I will hold on tight."

The captain hesitated to speak, and finally chose to comply with Wang Zhong's wishes.

Wang Zhong stood on the cannon, grasped the edge of the cannon with both hands and reached the railing, opened his mouth wide and said, "Fire!"

The next moment, Wang Zhong's head was stunned. His thinking was interrupted for about a second. He might have fainted, but he woke up immediately.

Wang Zhong couldn't see anything in his field of vision. All he could see was the smoke and dust from the cannon fire.

The violent recoil almost made him vomit.

Damn it, I shouldn’t have acted like this!
He had no time to observe the results of the bombardment, and when he reacted, he found that everyone around him was cheering.

Then he saw that a large part of the side of the parliament building was blown off, and the concrete wall collapsed like a sand castle being slapped by a giant.

Wang Zhong smacked his lips: "Wow, is this so powerful?"

At this time, the artillery captain said: "I suggest another shot, hitting the same position."

Wang Zhong nodded: "Approved!"

Then he jumped off the cannon and moved away from it.

The artillery captain hesitated to speak and finally chose not to see it.

Because the B4 was in a flat position, loading was much easier, and the artillerymen quickly removed the cannon and took a shock-proof posture nearby.

Wang Zhong followed suit.

At this time, the captain ran up to Wang Zhong and said, "Please give the order to fire!"

You still need me to come!
Wang Zhong shouted, "Fire!"

Then, as the captain pulled the rope, he resumed his anti-concussion position.

The second shot fired!

A strong wind blew across Wang Zhong’s cheek—this was the muzzle gale!
This time Wang Zhong had enough time to observe where the shells landed. He saw the cracks on the wall suddenly shattered, followed by a huge explosion.

As if something struck a chord, more than half of the west wing of the building collapsed, revealing the floor structure inside.

Wang Zhong: "Okay! One more shot!"

The loading was quickly completed, the cannon roared, and now the entire west wing collapsed completely.

The smoke and dust from the collapse even covered the entire square.

Wang Zhong sneezed and shouted, "Be careful of the enemy's counterattack in the smoke!"

At this time, Proson's voice came from the smoke and dust.

Vasily immediately translated: "They are going to surrender."

Wang Zhong sneered: "Only three shots. The Prosen people are not as brave as they say."

(End of this chapter)