artillery arc

Chapter 388: The steed gallops across the vast grassland (14000 monthly tickets plus more)

Lieutenant Joseph climbed onto a half-track and came to the machine gunner: "Intercept the fire! Quick!"

The machine gunner held the gun in his right hand, supported the ammunition belt with his left hand, and started firing rapidly.

Lieutenant Joseph: "The scale! It's too low! Adjust the scale to 500!"

Not all models of Plossen's half-track vehicles are equipped with machine gun mounts. The machine gun on Lieutenant Joseph's is mounted rather casually, and is of a type that can only be corrected by tracer bullets.

The machine gunners were also clearly lacking in training - well, the new recruits that could be sent to the rear mobile brigades were generally not that good.

The best replacement soldiers were assigned to armored training battalions to become reserve armored troops. The next best went to armored grenadiers and various chasseur divisions, and the next best went to ordinary infantry divisions.

As for the mobile brigades and the National Guard divisions in the rear, they either got second-rate national soldiers or those who performed very poorly in training.

Lieutenant Joseph looked at the machine gunner who was clumsily adjusting the sight, sighed, walked forward and pushed him away, picked up the machine gun himself, adjusted the sight, and started firing at the enemy.

He soon discovered that bursts of fire were not very effective against cavalry.

Moreover, the Ant cavalry used flare guns to fire smoke bombs to cover the subsequent cavalry units' charge, making accurate shooting more difficult.

Lieutenant Joseph gritted his teeth and started firing.

As a result, two cavalrymen were knocked to the ground. One of the horses struggled to stand up and continued to gallop, but the rider was dragged on the ground with his upper body blocked by the grass.

Lieutenant Joseph threw water at the oncoming wave of cavalry, knocking down several more horses.

The soldier he had just pushed away shouted, "Lieutenant! The barrel! If you don't change the barrel, it will malfunction!"

Lieutenant Joseph stopped shooting, swearing, unfastened the latch on the barrel, and grabbed the hot barrel with both hands.

Immediately there was the sizzling sound of meat being frying in the frying pan, and smoke came out from between Joseph's hand and the barrel of the gun.

The severe pain was like lightning striking his brain, but the strong desire to survive made him roar, pull out the barrel and throw it on the ground: "Quick! Change the barrel!"

The replaced shooter hastily pulled out the barrel and inserted it into the machine gun.

While the shooter was operating, Joseph looked at the palm of his hand. The skin that had been in contact with the barrel had been completely removed, and the exposed meat was cooked. Both sides of the contact surface were filled with bubbles supported by thick juice.

"All right!" the shooter shouted.

Joseph took off his shirt, wrapped his hands, and continued to fire the machine gun.

At this time, the cavalry had already arrived at the position.

In addition to Joseph's machine gun, there was another machine gun firing, but how could two machine guns stop the cavalry brigade that was sweeping in?

The cavalry was like a huge wave, and the half-track vehicles scattered on the grassland were like reefs. The huge wave surged over the reefs in an instant, sweeping away all the scattered infantry.

Joseph's brain had been forced to lose the ability to think by adrenaline, and he was only focused on shooting, shooting, and shooting!
Suddenly, he heard a clang and looked down to see an Ante grenade on the floor of the half-track.

The lieutenant immediately bent down to pick up the grenade, but it exploded.

Lieutenant Joseph flew high.

For a moment, he thought he saw the Valkyries coming to greet him - ah, am I going to Valhalla?
so good--

Lieutenant Joseph fell to the ground, his head hitting the ground first, and then his neck broke under the action of inertia and gravity.

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Gorokov, the commander of the 20st Regiment of the 33rd Division of the th Cavalry Army, pulled the reins hard to stop his horse, which was running a little madly, and then turned his head to look at the defense line of the Prosen Army that he had just broken through.

It seemed that this group of Proson troops wanted to rely on half-track vehicles to form a circular defense, but they were suddenly attacked.

Gorokov turned around and asked the deputy commander: "Did our artillery fire help pry open the enemy's defenses?"

The deputy regiment commander took out a map and looked at it. "No way. We are already out of the range of artillery fire support. Could it be that the air force bombed us?"

Gorokov turned around and called to the regiment's staff officer: "Stepan!"

"Here!" The bespectacled staff officer rode over on horseback. "What's going on?"

"Go ask the prisoners, what caused them to be blown up like this?"

"Yes!"

The staff officer turned his horse around and ran towards the enemy who were surrendering.

Gorokov stood up on his horse and looked into the distance with his telescope: "Sukabulie, there is nothing to see, only grassland!"

Deputy Head: "Isn't this a good thing? No one can catch us if we run."

"Yes, that's good." At this time Stepan came back.

Stepan: "I asked, these enemies are their rear mobile brigade, and they were ordered to stay where they are. Their original mission was to deliver supplies to the 17th Armored Division."

Gorokov: "Take all the food, gather the remaining ammunition and fuel, and light it!"

Stepan pushed his glasses and turned his horse around to deliver the message.

The deputy regiment commander said: "We have gained a lot. If things continue to go smoothly, the two armored divisions in the enemy's pincer attack will be in trouble."

At this time, the military priest came over on a bay horse and said, "Golokov, there are more than a dozen wounded."

"See if there are any usable trucks among the enemy and send someone who can drive to take them back," Gorokov said. "This is the only way to deal with this situation."

The military chaplain nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go and listen to their prayers."

Gorokov: “I’m counting on you.”

As soon as the priest left, Gorokov heard the sound of an engine in the distance.

"Plane!" he shouted, raised his telescope and looked in the direction of the sound, and found a FW189 reconnaissance plane.

"The enemy reconnaissance plane is coming!" Gorokov turned his head, "Use the machine guns on the enemy's half-track vehicle to defend against air attacks and drive it away!"

As soon as the words fell, the asymmetrical fuselage of FW189 appeared in everyone's sight, and the iron cross on the wing was clearly visible.

The machine guns opened fire, and the tracer bullets tried hard to chase the reconnaissance plane. But after all, the cavalrymen were not professional machine gunners, and it was still too difficult to hit the plane flying at an altitude of one or two hundred meters.

Gorokov: "We have been discovered. Light the fire quickly and leave quickly! Otherwise, the enemy's Stuka will come to find us!"

Not long after the order was issued, a huge fire broke out. The cavalry regiment turned its back to the burning flames and continued to advance deep into the northwest.

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Plossen's Tenth Army Headquarters.

The signalman entered the tent and saluted Admiral Polk: "General! Many troops reported seeing enemy cavalry!"

Admiral Polk: "Those who reported seeing the cavalry probably formed a solid defense and drove away the enemy cavalry. The key is those who did not have time to report the cavalry. Our orders were issued too late, and some supply units must have suffered."

Chief of Staff: "We will know when we report to the designated location. The troops that did not report will probably suffer."

Admiral Pok put his hands behind his back, looked at the map, and snorted: "Cavalry, damn, cavalry! This Rokossov is really good at making the best use of everything."

The chief of staff was shocked and said, "When those people in the rear hear that Rokossov has deployed cavalry, they will probably laugh at us."

Admiral Poker's face turned livid and he did not answer.

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On the night of the 16th, in the Eagle's Nest in the Proson Empire.

"The cavalry has turned the world upside down!" Emperor Proson said angrily. "Cavalry! A backward branch of the military! Our propaganda minister even made a joke about Melania's saber-slashing tanks! Now, they are being slashed by sabers!"

Giles: "Reports sent back from the front line indicate that the steppe is very suitable for this kind of cavalry warfare. Rokossov must have keenly discovered this, so he decisively deployed this ancient type of troops."

"Cavalry!" snorted the emperor.

At this time, William Celt, the Chief of the Imperial General Staff, suggested: "However, we can try the Moravian cavalry. They should still have a considerable number of cavalry units, and they have not disbanded even after joining the Empire."

Emperor Reinhard: "Are you saying that we have to rely on the backward troops composed of second-class citizens to save our elite Prozen troops?"

William Celtic was silent.

The emperor thought about it and shook his head: "We can't care about so much at this time. Tell the Moravians that if they perform well, they can improve their ethnic rating in the empire! Then they will be more advanced than the Melanians!"

The emperor slammed his fist on the table.

On the table is a report about the activities of the Restoration Army in Melania.

William Celtic immediately winked at his men.

Von Bryan said: "But it will take time to transfer the cavalry from Moravia. What should we do during this time?"

The Emperor was silent for a few seconds and looked up at Grand Marshal of the Air Force, Archduke Meyer.

The Grand Duke pointed to himself: "Me?"

(End of this chapter)