artillery arc

Chapter 395: Battlefield Blue Flowers
The cavalry had already dispersed on the grassland. The messenger held up a small flag and shouted as he ran: "The captured mines are still on the left. Don't bury them!"

Horses have a certain ability to avoid obstacles, and if the mines are not buried, they can usually avoid them by themselves. Of course, it is normal for horses not to notice the dense grass, so you can only trust your horse at this time.

That's how it is on the battlefield. If you're unlucky, you'll die. It has nothing to do with your military rank or combat experience.

Luck is always the best amulet on the battlefield.

The cavalrymen dismounted, inserted the fuse into the mine, and then carefully placed the mine on the ground.

The messenger came over again with a small flag: "Release the smoke and retreat immediately in the direction of the signal flare!"

The flare was launched at this time, exploded in the air, and hung under the parachute, looking like there were suddenly more stars in the sky.

The cavalrymen mounted their horses and threw smoke bombs - although the order did not specify which direction to throw them, everyone tacitly threw them in the direction of the enemy.

The entire horizon was filled with the dust and smoke raised by the enemy's armored forces.

To be honest, many cavalrymen were nervous. Unlike Rokossov's direct troops like the First Mobile Army, they did not win any battles in the past year. At the same time, the cavalry was said to be useless, and their brother troops were reorganized into armored units one by one. So now they actually had no confidence.

Rokossov, who was always victorious against his enemies, was just a legendary figure. They did not yet trust this legendary general as unconditionally as Rokossov's direct followers did.

The cavalry began to move away from the smoke and away from the attacking enemy armor.

There were tracer bullets that penetrated the smoke and shot far away. It was obvious that Plossen's tank soldiers did not want to let the cavalry who were causing trouble go.

Unfortunately, all the bullets were shot high and whizzed past the cavalrymen's heads.

Misha, the cavalryman, galloped with his body pressed against the back of his beloved horse, shouting, "It seems that the enemy hates us to death!"

Valery, who was from the same village as him, laughed and said, "Because we took all their fuel and ammunition and divided up all the food."

Misha: "Don't remind me of those nasty canned beef. Is that beef? I wouldn't trade a ton of that for a can of Spam!"

The person running ahead turned around and shouted, "That coffee is really awful, it tastes like mud!"

It is said that Plosson's meals would make officers of the United Kingdom feel superior in terms of food.

Misha was about to respond to his companions when their leader, Sergeant Semyon, turned around and cursed, "Enough! We are fighting, yet you are still chatting! The god of death loves to pick on people like you who look down on him! If you don't want to die, shut up!"

As the sergeant finished his words, the sound of a mine exploding was heard in the smoke behind him.

Five mines exploded in succession, and then a tank with its tracks detached rushed out of the smoke.

At the moment the smoke came out, the first road wheel of the tank fell off and it ran wildly on the grassland, as if carrying the entire vehicle's desire for freedom.

Correspondingly, the tank itself seemed to have exhausted its last bit of strength and stopped at the junction of the smoke.

More Plossom tanks emerged from the smoke, apparently the mines had not completely stopped them.

The Prosen people's cavalry roared and chased after the cavalry on the grassland. The "knights" of the two eras began a duel across time and space.

In a flash, Misha's mount suddenly fell forward, and he was thrown forward. He subconsciously took a defensive posture, protecting his head, and rolled on the ground several times before finally stopping.

Misha immediately stood up and turned back to check the condition of the warhorse, and found that the warhorse's left front hoof had stepped into a vole's nest.

It looked like the warhorse's front leg was broken, and an injury of this severity could not be treated even if it returned to the rear.

At this time, Misha should have decisively carried out euthanasia, but he still stroked the forehead of his beloved horse, which was wailing in pain, and squatted down while comforting it, hiding in the tall grass.

The enemy tanks are approaching.

The fleeing cavalrymen once again laid smoke, and Misha could not see them at all.

However, the division commander must have deliberately led the cavalry into the territory of the field mice.

Suddenly, the enemy tank in the front seemed to have stepped into a trap. Its head sank and it stopped in the grass.

Misha was overjoyed. The tank was not far from him. He only needed to touch it and throw a firebomb.

The second tank got stuck in a vole hole.

Misha saw a man wearing a big cap on the turret of the first paralyzed tank. He was holding the earphone with one hand and the microphone with the other, chattering something. Misha stared at the man and felt his heart almost jump out of his throat. He took out the old-style hand grenade equipped by the cavalry, put on the fragmentation cover first, and then installed the fuse on the top of the grenade with shaking hands - the fuse of the old-style grenade was unstable, so it was installed before throwing.

His horse may have sensed his nervousness and actually wanted to stand up.

Misha hurriedly shushed him, but the noise made by the warhorse had already attracted the attention of the Prosen people.

The man in the peaked cap put down the microphone, took off his headphones, took out a submachine gun from the turret, and searched the bushes with his eyes alertly.

Misha became even more nervous. He pressed down on the horse's head, trying to make it understand the current situation and stop struggling.

At this time, a Proson soldier shouted something, and the man in the peaked hat immediately looked into the distance.

Misha also turned his head and saw that his cavalry unit was encircling the upwind vent. Everyone was holding a smoke grenade. The smoke was covering the upwind vent and then drifting downwards.

Once the smoke completely covers the Proson tank troops, the cavalry can rush up for close combat!

The man in the peaked cap put down his submachine gun and picked up the binoculars.

Misha knew that the opportunity had come.

He leaped up and sprinted to the range where he could throw the grenade, then stretched out his arms and threw the grenade at the tank.

He had a hunch that this grenade would fall into the tank's hatch -

However, the grenade exploded in the air.

The cavalry units were still equipped with old-style grenades, whose ignition fuses were extremely unstable and the explosion time was a random number. In addition, there was a possibility that the fuse would fly out due to excessive movement when throwing, and the grenade would directly turn into a hammer.

But Misha was very lucky; the grenade exploded, and the shrapnel rained down on the tank from the mid-air explosion.

The man in the peaked cap was hit by several shrapnels, and his entire face was smashed. He subconsciously wanted to touch his face, but his hand was also pierced by the shrapnel stuck in his face.

He screamed.

Misha rushed forward, and then found that the air-burst grenade also killed the driver who got out to check the tank - the grass was too high just now and Misha did not see the driver.

When Misha's eyes were on the driver, the mechanic suddenly got out of the tank and knocked Misha to the ground with a flying pounce.

The mechanic put his hands around Misha's neck and tried to strangle him.

Misha picked up a handful of grass and smeared it on the mechanic's face. The sharp edges of the grass immediately scratched the enemy's eyes.

The enemy wailed, their grip on Misha weakening.

Misha took the opportunity to break free from the grip, kicked the mechanic away, and fired a burst of shots with his submachine gun.

"Surrender! Sukka, surrender!" Misha shouted.

By this time the smoke had covered the area and not a single Proshen tank could be seen in the field of vision.

The only remaining gunner and loader climbed out of the tank tremblingly with their hands raised.

At this time, there was an explosion in the smoke. Misha said, "It must be our cavalry blowing up your tanks! You lost! The tanks lost to the cavalry!"

Just as he finished speaking, a roar approached, and one of Proson's tanks rushed out of the smoke, its turret facing rearward and its machine gun firing at full power.

Misha's eyes widened, but before he could react, the tank's hull machine gun opened fire, and Misha was shot in the chest and fell backwards.

His horse neighed and struggled to get up.

Plossen's tank roared forward, its steel tracks pressing down on the horses.

Misha was lying on the ground, his blue eyes looking at the blue sky.

In the last moments of his life, he discovered a wild flower blooming in the corner of his vision.

The wild flowers looked so blue and beautiful, as if they seemed to blend into the sky.

(End of this chapter)