artillery arc

Chapter 509 It’s time to show the real operation!
The former battalion commander of the 225th Division's Tank Destroyer Battalion had been promoted to study at the Suvorov Military Academy because of his outstanding performance in Yeisk and Balas.

The new battalion commander, Sergei, shook Ilyich's hand and said, "I hope we are not too late."

"Of course you didn't!" Ilyich turned and pointed at the position, "Look, the position is still completely under our control!"

Sergei looked at the position and silently took off his hat.

The entire battlefield was littered with the bodies of Ants and Prosens. Some of the bodies were so burnt that they could not be separated.

At least three thousand Ante soldiers died on the small nameless hill, and who knows how many more will be filled into this bottomless pit.

Ilyich also looked at the soldiers on the battlefield. Without taking off his hat, he said to Sergei: "It is better not to rush to salute. Maybe we will join them."

Sergei was stunned for a moment, then nodded and put on his hat: "Yes, you are right. Let's talk about how to deploy the vortex.

"In Yeisk, we found that when the Prosons faced direct fire from the Vortex that crushed their armored units, they tended to use a lot of smoke bombs, just like they did against our divine arrows.

"So we need to find a way to ambush the enemy and gain sufficient results before they realize they should use smoke bombs."

Ilyich turned his head and looked in the direction of Proson: "You have already come up in such a high-profile manner, they must have noticed you. I think it would be better if you just move forward to where the enemy tanks are lined up and shoot them! When they use smoke bombs to block you, retreat!"

Sergei pursed his lips, thought for a moment and shook his head: "No, we have to survey the terrain first to ensure that the tank destroyer will not get stuck in the ground. Your position has already been dug into trenches and built with sandbags. It has also been plowed by enemy artillery fire, and the fierce fighting has continued until now..."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up a broken helmet, shaking it at Ilyich: "Look at this helmet, a single track can crush it, but there are a lot of these helmets on your position, and there are weapons thrown everywhere... If we want to advance from your position to annihilate the enemy, we must actually survey the terrain, otherwise there will be tank destroyers paralyzed on the way forward or backward."

Ilyich was shocked: "That's what happened. You can explore the terrain at night..."

At this time, the phone rang.

Everyone stopped talking and looked in the direction of the ringing sound. The phone stopped ringing abruptly, and the voice of the person who answered the phone rang: "This is the nameless hill! General! Yes! Hand the call to the commander immediately!"

A corporal with a bandage on his head ran over with a telephone in one hand and a receiver in the other: "Father! It's the general calling!"

He ran a few steps and the telephone wire got caught by something. Immediately, three or four wounded soldiers moved and worked together to straighten the wire.

The corporal walked all the way to Ilyich: "The general is calling!"

In the Abawakhan Front, the term "general" can only refer to a specific person.

Ilyich took the phone respectfully: "Your Excellency General! I am Ilyich, the supreme commander of Nameless Hill, and next to me is the commander of the tank destroyer battalion who just arrived!"

Rokosov: "Don't call me Your Excellency, Ilyich Davarich. First of all, your resistance is very successful. I have seen your situation. It is not easy to hold on!"

Ilyich was flattered: "You saw that? But we have been fighting for a whole day and no inspection team from the front headquarters has come?"

"Just think of it as what Saint Andrew told me to see. Now I have an order for you. You are to pass it on to the commander of the 225th Division's annihilation battalion. Tonight, you can start the Vortex's engine at night and pretend that the Vortex has left by gradually reducing the engine sound.

"At the same time, have the marines who went up with the vortex dig a bunker for the vortex and hide it as much as possible. Remember, you must leave a path for maneuver. Also, for the enemy's smoke bombs, you can consider using explosives to blow away the smoke. You should still have a lot of explosives left in your position, right?"

Ilyich nodded: "Yes, there is a lot of explosives left, but not many people can throw them."

Rokossov continued on the phone: "Use explosives to disperse the smoke and clear the firing range of the vortex. Also, consider lighting the tires, using the fire to heat the air and create convection on the position to reduce the impact of the smoke bomb."

"I understand!" Ilyich put his legs together and saluted the general who was not there.

Rokossov: "Don't salute."

"Eh?"

Ilyich turned his head and looked around, then found that the general was not looking at him. Then he felt something and looked up at the sky.

Rokosov: "Tell Captain Sergei my plan. Also, the machine gun on the far left of your position is not in a good position. I think it would be better to move it five meters to the left."

After saying that, the phone hung up.

Ilyich looked up at the sky and muttered, "To the left is..."

He looked towards the south: "Could it be the south? If the general really looked here, he should be looking from the east."

Sergei asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ilyich waved his hand and ordered the soldiers, "Move the machine gun position in the south five meters further south! Also, Captain Sergei, the general's instructions to you are as follows..."

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At 10 on October 20, Major General Schneider, commander of the 2230th Armored Division of the th Armored Corps of Plossen, was inspecting his troops in a jeep.

He came to the nameless hill that had not been conquered after a day of fierce fighting. Hansen, the commander of the 1st Armored Battalion who was in charge of the assault, was already waiting for him there.

"Hansen," Major General Schneider got out of the car, "Do you have anything to say? We are the only one in the entire 14th Armored Army that has been blocked by the enemy's field positions!"

Hansen looked helpless: "The artillery ammunition depot that cooperated with us was blown up, otherwise we would definitely be able to capture this high ground!"

Major General Schneider did not answer, but walked into the artillery observation post with big strides, and used the gun telescope to observe the enemy positions in the night. After watching for more than ten seconds, he left the eyepiece of the gun telescope and looked at Hansen: "I thought I would see reinforced concrete fortifications, but there was nothing!

"It's unbelievable that you would be blocked by such crude fortifications."

Hansen: "The Ants showed amazing fighting spirit. We fought hand-to-hand several times but were repelled each time! The two companies that took part in the attack suffered heavy losses! I lost thirty tanks on the battlefield today, General!"

Major General Schneider shook his head and asked, "Are the troops on the battlefield the elite of the enemy? Marine infantry or Guards infantry? Hmm? The intelligence I got from the headquarters said that they were just a group of mobilized soldiers."

Hansen was about to answer when a deafening engine noise suddenly rose in the night.

Schneider quickly turned to the gunnery scope and put his eye to the eyepiece.

He saw what seemed to be smoke and dust on the battlefield.

Major General Schneider: "All troops on alert!"

Hansen immediately relayed the order, and waited until the messenger left before saying to Major General Schneider: "The enemy will not launch an armored offensive at night. There are indeed cases of deploying naval infantry to conduct night attacks, but..."

"Hush!" Major General Schneider raised his finger and whispered, "The engine sound is from leaving the position. Did you report the enemy tank destroyer before dark?"

Hansen also lowered his voice: "Yes."

"This is a trap." Major General Schneider waved his finger. "I've studied Rokossov's tactics. He likes to make a feint to the east and attack in the west. If it looks like the tank destroyers have left, then you will encounter tank destroyers on the battlefield tomorrow. It just so happens that the artillery regiment has no normal shells, so tomorrow we will use smoke bombs to cover the entire position and block the enemy's tank destroyers from seeing. And then..."

Hansen: "General, our tanks won't be able to take advantage of their firepower. If we rush directly into close combat, the enemy infantry will cause us heavy losses."

Major General Schneider: "Then bring more infantry. The enemy is just a group of temporary infantry, relying on pure fighting will to hold on until now - and a steady stream of reinforcements. I bet that the enemy's casualties as a defender today will be greater than ours! Much greater!"

It is true that today there are far more corpses of Ant people on the Nameless Hill than of Prosen people.

Major General Schneider continued, "Tonight, the 9th Armored Grenadier Division will join the attack. This is our brother unit. You will get the support of an entire Armored Grenadier Regiment! Use a pure infantry attack to destroy the enemy! By the way, break the myth of the assault gun called Vortex!"

After the Battle of Yeisk, Ant's propaganda machine has been promoting the vortex, portraying it as a magical weapon that can change the situation of the battle.

Hansen was encouraged: "I understand! I will definitely produce results that will satisfy you tomorrow, General!"

"Very good." Major General Schneider patted him on the shoulder.

At this moment, a whistling sound was heard from the sky.

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Three minutes ago.

At the Abavakhan Front headquarters, Pavlov was looking at his watch: "It seems like I haven't had this familiar feeling for a long time."

Wang Zhong laughed loudly: "We can't supply Yeisk, so we don't have such timed bombardment."

The Abbawakhan Front lacks troops, but not artillery shells, because this place is the end point of the Allied aid route. The artillery shells produced by the United Kingdom in places like India and the artillery shells transferred from Australia by the United States will all be sent here.

So naturally, Wang Zhong’s specialty, timed bombardment, was about to begin.

The main goal is to prevent the other party from sleeping well.

If you are not careful, your bed and pot may be blown up.

On Earth, this is a tactic used only by the U.S. military. After the war, San Dezi's generals wrote books to mock the Americans, saying that the U.S. military's "aimless bombardment" was "useless except for wasting artillery shells" and also "consumed a large amount of artillery shells and affected normal artillery bombardment."

However, after Wang Zhong actually tried it himself, he felt that General San Dezi was just being stubborn. How could it be completely ineffective if he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night?

If we must say it, the American logistics were ruined by the stupid chief of logistics, which resulted in a large number of artillery shells being unable to be transported, thus affecting the subsequent normal offensive artillery bombardment.

If the Americans had not been betrayed by their own chief of logistics, they would have had enough artillery shells and Sandezi might have been blown to death.

Pavlov waited for the second hand of his watch to reach zero, then picked up the receiver and said, "Fire."

Wang Zhong changed his perspective, and at this moment he had the vision of each artillery regiment, so he could overlook the scene of thousands of artillery firing from the air.

(End of this chapter)