artillery arc

Chapter 508 Rush to Rescue
On the nameless heights.

The third charge of the Plossoms was repulsed.

Ilyich walked along the trench, picking at the bandage on his left shoulder as he walked - he felt as if there was a beetle crawling under the bandage, so the itch was unbearable.

His nails were filled with charred dirt and blood from picking at the bandages.

Almost all the soldiers who were stationed there at the beginning, as well as the reinforcements who came later, were injured. Ilyich passed by nurse Maria and saw her bandaging Stepan. The bandage she used was already dirty and the original white color could not be seen at all.

Ilyich: "Stepan, are you finally injured?"

Stepan shook his head. "It's just a minor wound. It's nothing serious. I've already told the nurse that if you bandage me with this bandage, it might get infected and I'll have to cut off my whole arm. It's better to just leave it like this and sprinkle some wine on it. That way I can still keep one arm."

Ilyich smiled and said, "You are already thinking about keeping your arm. We don't know if we can survive this damn battle. The Prosens have attacked three times, and only the old, weak and sick are left on the battlefield. If they attack again..."

At this time, someone shouted in the distance: "Here come some people in strange clothes! Their uniforms don't look like those of the Prosen people, nor do they look like ours!"

Ilyich hurriedly leaned against the trench wall and stretched his neck to look out.

He saw a small group of men wearing berets and camouflage uniforms climbing up from the communication trench on the side of the position.

The leader looked like an Ante civilian, wearing a felt hat that was very popular in the factory, and his clothes made him look like a guerrilla fighter.

Almost all the workers became guerrillas. Even those who worked as hired laborers under the Prosons were mostly underground resistance fighters. While earning bread for their families, they were also prepared to carry out sabotage and help the regular army recover their hometown.

Ilyich raised his hands: "Don't fire, it looks like they are one of us. I'll ask them."

So he rushed out of the trench and shouted to the people in the trench: "Who are you? If you don't tell us your name, we will open fire!"

The guerrilla leader shouted, "It's the Allied suicide squad! They led the airstrike and destroyed the enemy's supply system! I led them through the front line, and the troops that were supposed to support us encountered the tanks of the Prosen people and were destroyed. I had to lead them to continue moving forward!"

Ilyich took a look at the suicide squad members. He could tell from their appearance that they were very good at fighting. The most important thing was that among these twenty-plus people, they led the bombing behind enemy lines and then ran out, and passed through most of the combat zone, but not a single one of them was injured!

This is a fresh force!
Ilyich was overjoyed and asked, "Are you here to join us? This position is almost undefendable. Look at us, the old, weak, and sick. If we have a platoon of reinforcements like yours, we will definitely be able to hold on to the next enemy attack!"

The guerrilla leader laughed, and the platoon of Allied suicide squad members behind him also laughed.

Ilyich: “What are you laughing at?”

Guerrillas: "On the way here, we blew up the ammunition depot of the artillery that was responsible for supporting you, as well as the tank's fuel depot. Look over there, there is still smoke! But you were fighting just now, so you didn't hear the explosion."

Ilyich turned his head in confusion, and sure enough, he saw a column of black smoke connecting the sky and the earth.

"Sokabulie," he cursed. "You guys just blew all these up so easily? And you came back with everything intact?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officer in charge shook his head and took out two military registration cards. The guerrilla explained: "Two people were sacrificed."

Ilyich's thick eyebrows twisted into knots: "Sacrificing two people to blow up such an important target?"

The guerrillas nodded: "They are really capable. Before the bomb exploded, the Prosen people didn't even realize they had sneaked in. I could only watch from the side. I don't know how they did it." At this time, someone in the death squad said in a heavily accented Ante language: "Don't praise us too much. The main reason we succeeded was that the Prosen people were attacking and neglected the rear defense."

Ilyich turned his head to look at the horizon, then looked at the old, weak and sick people in the trenches, and finally looked at the suicide squad. He scratched his cheek with his bloody hands and said, "Damn it! The Prosens pinned us to the ground and beat us, and you guys were so easy to do that... Damn it."

The suicide squad member who had just spoken translated Ilyich's words, and all the suicide squad members burst into laughter.

At this time, the guerrillas said, "See, Priest Davarish, they can play a greater role in the rear by accepting the general's orders. I have to take them back. I came to your position just to borrow a car. Here... is there a car?"

Ilyich shook his head. "No, they were all destroyed. Follow the direction of my finger and you may come across a vehicle carrying the wounded. You can talk to the driver. Also, be careful of the Stuka. The Proson Air Force is very active today."

After all, the ground artillery shells were in short supply, so the Stuka became a very important means of firepower delivery.

The guerrilla waved his hand and led the death squad in the direction pointed by Ilyich.

Ilyich stood there and watched them go away. The light of the setting sun shone from behind, giving everyone a bloody look.

Stepan also came out of the trench, leaning on a Mosin-Nagant that he had picked up from somewhere, and looked at the commandos walking farther and farther away: "It must be exciting to fight side by side with these people."

Ilyich: "They will go on particularly dangerous missions, Stepan."

"What does it matter? I think it's just as dangerous on the battlefield." Stepan shrugged, then grimaced in pain because of his newly bandaged arm.

When Ilyich saw him like this, he also remembered the bandage on his shoulder. Strangely enough, when he was talking with the suicide squad just now, he didn't feel the beetle moving its legs under the bandage.

Now the beetle became active again, and Ilyich's face was distorted due to the itching.

While Ilyich was trying to pick out the bandage, someone shouted, "Look! There's so much smoke and dust! Maybe our people are coming!"

Stepan stared into the distance for a few seconds, then picked up the telescope around his neck and looked into the distance.

Ilyich followed suit.

In the billowing smoke and dust in the telescope, a vehicle that looked like a self-propelled artillery was rushing towards this side, with a full load of infantry behind it.

Ilyich became excited and shouted: "Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming! And armored forces! We finally have armored forces!"

Stepan didn't shout, but just leaned on the Mosin-Nagant and let out a long breath.

The "old, weak, sick and disabled" on the battlefield all cheered: "Ura!"

"General Rokossov has not forgotten us!"

"Ula!"

(End of this chapter)