artillery arc

Chapter 459: Battle of Moha Port (Update 881)

While the blocking battle was going on, there was also fierce fighting at the port.

The commander of the 393rd Brigade, Alomeev, set up his headquarters on a water tower outside the port area and observed the situation inside the port with a telescope.

"This doesn't seem like the will of Balas's troops to resist. When they landed, the Balas Royal Guards were scared away by the anti-tank artillery troops using armor-piercing shells." Alomeev put down the binoculars and turned to ask his adjutant, "Have you captured any prisoners? Bring them here for interrogation."

"Without the brigadier, the enemy's will to fight is very tenacious and they will continue to resist even if they are injured," the adjutant reported.

The bishop said: "With such a high will to resist, maybe they are the royal family's personal soldiers?"

Alomeev thought for a moment and said, "Bring a body here. I have a bad feeling about that."

Soon a corpse was brought in and placed in front of Alomeev.

The brigadier general squatted down and lifted the corpse's cap.

Light blond hair exposed to the sun.

Aromeev: "Do the Balas have blond hair?"

The bishop shook his head: "Yes, there are a few, but there are some."

At this time, the sergeant who was carrying the bodies said: "But the soldiers we killed in Barras were all blond. Among the soldiers we captured retreating from the beach this morning, there was not a single blond, Brigadier General!"

Alomeev looked up at the sergeant and asked, "What language do these 'Barras' speak? Is it Prosen?"

The sergeant shook his head. “We don’t know.”

"How could you not know?" Alomeev scolded, "You have heard so much Proson language on the battlefield, Sayse and Akuton, can't you recognize it?"

Sergeant: "If you say it's similar, it does look very similar to the Proson language, but we really haven't heard of the Baras language, so we can't compare it. We don't have anyone who knows Proson language, so we can't be sure that it is Proson language. The languages ​​of the northern countries are also very similar to Proson language, right?"

Aromeev: "You are quite logical. Forget about that. Just tell me if fighting them feels like fighting the Prosen people."

"Yes," the sergeant answered simply, "but they were all equipped with Sten submachine guns, Bren light machine guns, and Maxims. We didn't hear the iconic sound of the Plossen machine gun at all."

The brigade bishop said to Alomeev: "It seems that we have encountered Prosens disguised as Barras' troops. No wonder it is so difficult to capture the port."

At this time, the sound of machine gun fire was heard from the direction of the port area.

Aromeev immediately recognized that this was the machine gun on the "destroyer": "The warship is helping us so much, but we still can't take it down! General Rokossov trusts us very much! Tell the troops, I don't care if the enemy is Prosen or Balas, rush up and fight hand-to-hand. We must take down the port before the general's ship can see it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sergeant who brought the bodies said, "Commodore! The buildings in the port are all reinforced concrete, and the naval guns can't do anything to them. We need the support of direct-fire guns! Otherwise, the casualties will be huge!"

Aromeyev: "Don't you have explosive packs? The Marine Infantry is not a unit that cannot attack without artillery! Blow them up!"

The next moment, an explosion was heard from the direction of the port area.

Alomeev frowned. "This cannon sounds like it has a large caliber. Is it the enemy's or ours?"

The Brigade Bishop said: "It may be ours. You can hear the ship's guns are still firing. If the enemy opened fire on the warship, the firing would have stopped long ago given the fragile body of the 'destroyer'."

Aromeev raised his telescope and looked at the port area in confusion, but unfortunately the buildings in the port area blocked his view and he could not see what was happening at the dock.

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Fifteen minutes ago, the approach channel to Moha Port.

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof shouted to the captain of the transport ship: "Don't you see? The buildings in the port are all made of concrete. The guns of the 'destroyer' can do nothing to them! The naval infantry needs the 100mm gun of the vortex!"

The captain shook his head: "No, no, my sailors are also responsible for transporting supplies! After the expeditionary force finishes fighting in Barras, we still have to transport the Allied forces' supplies. It's not easy to find such skilled sailors now. I can't dock when the enemy still controls the dock!
"This ship is also very valuable. Do you know how many ships like this there are in the entire Inland Sea? No, we can't take the risk!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof drew his pistol and pointed it at the captain’s forehead: “I suspect you are a Plossom spy!”

"You can doubt it!" The captain refused to give in. "The biggest difference between you and me is that I know what is important and what is not! It is absolutely not worth it to lose this ship and the sailors just to capture Moha Port!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof: "If we can't take Moha Port, there will be no supply line!"

"You are exaggerating. I know the level of the Baras people. They will not be able to hold on!" The captain still refused to give in. He even took a step forward and let the muzzle of the pistol imprint on his forehead like a seal.

At this time, the military bishop of the 225th Division's Tank Destroyer Battalion came forward, grabbed Lieutenant Colonel Yusuf's gun with one hand and the captain's shoulder with the other, and managed to separate the two men and took off their guns.

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof stared at the bishop with wide eyes: "Where do you get all this brute strength from?"

Bishop: "Don't worry about it! I have a good idea. Captain, our tank destroyer can hit whatever it points to at a distance of 1800 meters! Can you clear a space on the deck of your boat and build a platform with wood or something so that the tank can drive up?"

The captain turned his head and looked at the vortex that was fixed to the deck: "How heavy is this car? 30 tons? Well, we can build a platform, but one car won't make any difference, right?"

"Yes!" Lieutenant Colonel Yusuf was excited again, "Our 100mm cannon's high-explosive shell contains six kilograms of TNT, and reinforced concrete can't withstand it! After one shot, everyone inside will be stunned for a minute." The captain looked at the dock where the gunfire was intensive, thought for a few seconds and finally nodded: "1800 meters! It won't be closer! Let your tankers and my crew build a platform together!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof turned around and shouted, "Did you hear that? Hurry up and get the platform ready! Misha, your crew, fire! If you can't hit the target, go and dig shit!"

The people on the ship were busy working. The captain watched for a minute and then said to the boatswain, "You command the platform and tanks to be put in place. I will go to the bridge to command the ship to enter the port."

Boatswain: "Leave it to me."

After another ten minutes of struggling, a Vortex finally drove onto the makeshift platform, driven by the crew designated by Lieutenant Colonel Yusof.

The battalion staff also placed an artillery telescope next to the tank destroyer to observe target data.

The observer reported loudly: "1700 meters away from the dock! 1850 meters away from the dock office building occupied by the enemy. You can shoot!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yusuf stood next to the artillery telescope, nervously observing the building through the telescope.

Suddenly, the Vortex opened fire, and the thick smoke and violent wind from the muzzle blew off Lieutenant Colonel Yusuf's peaked cap.

The lieutenant colonel didn't care about these at all, his attention was all on the building in the telescope.

A second later, thick smoke began to spew out of a row of windows on the first floor of the building at the same time. Apparently a high-explosive bomb had passed through a window and exploded in the room.

The shock wave from the explosion caused half of the building's walls to tremble and raised a layer of dust, as if a protective film had suddenly appeared on the concrete surface.

The last remaining window on the second floor had its glass shattered into countless pieces, which clattered down into a layer of rolling dust.

"Okay!" Lieutenant Colonel Yusuf shouted, "Keep firing! Blast the bastards in the building to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the second shot came.

This time the target was a place in the middle of the office building that looked like a stairwell. The shell hit the second floor directly, and smoke and dust engulfed the first and third floors.

The Maxim gun that had just been firing had gone silent, and in fact the firing in the entire building had stopped.

Lieutenant Colonel Yusuf saw the naval infantrymen in black uniforms with wide lapels rushing to the front of the building with PPShs and throwing grenades at the windows of the building one by one.

"Don't hurt the marines, change the target! Change the target!" the lieutenant colonel shouted, "Turn the vehicle 10 degrees left, there is a two-story building that is still emitting flames!"

Immediately, a soldier climbed up the vortex and shouted into the open hatch: "Turn left 10 degrees, target the second-floor building!"

The vortex turned ten degrees and the muzzle was aimed at the two-story building.

The first shot hit the outer wall of the building, and the smoke and dust produced by the explosion immediately engulfed most of the building.

All the machine guns and rifles that were firing stopped, and it was estimated that everyone in the room was stunned.

The marines who had been hiding behind the low wall opposite the building immediately jumped out and rushed towards the building, not wasting any time to stun the enemy.

Yusof was very happy: "Change the target again, the vehicle body does not move, there is a warehouse with a huge number 2! There is shooting on the second floor of the warehouse, fire!"

Vortex fired, and this time it also hit the outer wall of the warehouse directly, and the dust completely deprived the enemy's machine gun of its firing range.

The naval infantry, who were unexpectedly protected by the "smoke", immediately set out and rushed into the smoke.

Yusof: "Okay! Next target!"

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Alomeev could not see the fighting over the harbor, but he could hear the sound of machine gun fire becoming less frequent as the cannon fire increased.

The naval infantry also had machine guns, but they were all very bulky Maxims with wheels and guards. They were not very useful during attacks, and the infantry were not happy to use them.

Therefore, the weakening of the machine gun sound indicates that the enemy has been severely damaged.

"Although I don't know who was shooting, please remember to remind me so that I can apply for the Ant Hero Gold Star for him afterwards," Alomeev said to the brigade bishop.

Bishop: "Don't worry. But I think this hero will definitely receive a lot of praise afterwards. Even if we don't apply for it, there will be others who will help him apply for the gold star."

"Then we have to apply for it! Otherwise it will seem like there is something wrong between our navy and the army!"

At this time, a messenger rushed over on a bicycle and shouted: "Report! With the cooperation of the vortex destroyer on the ship, we have completely controlled the second pier. The transport ship can dock!"

Alomeev nodded and said to the adjutant beside him: "Send a signal flare to let the transport ship dock!"

(End of this chapter)