artillery arc

Chapter 514: Armored Grenadiers vs. Black Death (Update 20/81)

Due to the heavy rain and the shelling, Brigadier General Alomeev could hardly hear or see anything.

When the bombardment ended, he immediately shouted, "The enemy is bombarding like this, maybe the infantry has already approached! Prepare for battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots were heard from the position in the west.

It was the sound of PPSh guns firing and someone shouting something.

Then came the sound of a grenade exploding.

Brigadier General Alomeev understood immediately: "The enemy is coming! The enemy is advancing to the front of the position at the risk of being bombed by our own artillery fire! Prepare for hand-to-hand combat and do everything possible to protect the vortex!"

At this time, gunshots were heard from all directions. It was obvious that the Prosen people had deployed a large number of troops and had already reached every position on the nameless hill.

Brigadier General Alomeev picked up the PPSh placed next to the bunker, checked the chamber, and after making sure that there was not too much sand in the gun, he reinserted the magazine and loaded the gun: "Everyone, get ready. We marines have never been afraid of hand-to-hand combat, never!"

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Sergeant Hans was crawling on the ground with a submachine gun in his hand.

Artillery shells from friendly forces kept flying overhead and landed on the hilltop more than a hundred meters ahead.

He heard the second-class soldier beside him complaining: "What if the bullet misses and falls on us?"

The sergeant said: "If you want to survive on the battlefield, don't worry about this kind of thing. The more you worry, the more likely it is to happen. Keep your head down, crawl forward, throw grenades when you get close to the position to clear the trench, and then go to the next one."

The private shut his mouth and crawled forward silently.

The group soon approached the trench, and finally, the lieutenant leading the team in the front gave an order, signaling the entire team to stop advancing.

Ahead is the real artillery coverage area. If we move forward, we will be blown to pieces by friendly artillery fire.

Soon, the order to rest in place came down.

Sergeant Hans breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the Private.

Although he couldn't see the recruit's face, he could sense his nervousness instinctively, so he added, "Don't worry, the Ante soldiers on the battlefield are all recruits just like you. You've been training for six months, fired thousands of rounds, and worked in a labor camp for half a year. Ante's recruits have only been training for three months and fired about fifty rounds!"

Private: "I heard about it. They also said that Ant, as the defender, suffered more casualties than us, the attacker."

Sergeant Hans nodded. "That's what happened. These recruits probably panicked when they saw the grenades, and were all killed in an instant. Then we took advantage of the chaos to rush forward. Remember, the first thing to do when you encounter an Ant is to shout. The recruits will panic when they hear the shouts. This is the conclusion I came to after killing countless Ant recruits."

"You shouted? I'll remember it." The private took a deep breath.

At this moment, the shells that had been whistling over everyone's heads suddenly disappeared.

The sound of explosions ahead also dissipated, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of rain still making a noise.

The silence lasted less than three seconds, and a new order was passed down: "Crawl quickly, the enemy is 50 meters ahead!"

"Here it comes!" Sergeant Hans took out a grenade, put it in his mouth, and began to crawl quickly.

He could hear the private's panting. It was obvious that the recruit had not completed the rapid crawling subject very well. His breathing became disordered after crawling for a while.

Suddenly, gunshots were heard from the position in the west.

The sergeant simply glanced west and continued on his way.

The private behind him stopped and stared west in amazement.

When the sergeant heard the recruit's breathing did not follow his own, he immediately turned around, kicked the recruit's arm, and made a "hissing" sound with his mouth - he was biting the grenade and couldn't speak.

Fortunately, the private came to his senses, looked at Sergeant Hans, and continued to climb.

As soon as Hans turned his head to the front, he saw someone in front of him supporting his upper body and throwing a grenade into the trench with a hook hand.

Then he saw a pair of hands stretched out from the trench in the heavy rain, caught the grenade and threw it back.

The mud kicked up by the explosion sprayed into the air like a fountain, and you could even see the blown-off helmets.

Hans was shocked.

Then more grenades were thrown out from the trenches, and a "fence" made of mud suddenly rose up in front.

But the heavy rain immediately blew the mud raised by the explosion back to the ground.

The machine gun sounded, and the long tongue of machine gun fire left a bright spot in Sergeant Hans' eyes.

Because of the poor visibility caused by heavy rain, the machine gunner obviously did not aim carefully, but just fired randomly according to the parameters determined in advance.

The barrage of bullets swept over Sergeant Hans' head, causing him to instinctively lie down with his face against the ground, lowering his head as much as possible, and praying that his helmet would be reliable for once.

He heard the sound of bullets hitting rotten flesh nearby - this sound was obviously different from the "chi" sound made by hitting the mud.

So Sergeant Hans turned his head and saw the corporal on his left lying on the ground with his head tilted to the side and his helmet rolling off his head.

Red was spreading on the corporal's back; it was obvious that he was hit by a random bullet.

Sergeant Hans cursed, took the grenade out of his mouth, pulled the string and threw it out.

The grenade exploded next to the machine gun firing point. Although it was not thrown into the firing point smoothly, it still temporarily stopped the sound of machine gun shooting.

Sergeant Hans hurried forward, encouraging the private as he crawled: "Hurry! In this situation, even if the enemy is a novice, they can easily kill us. Only by rushing into the trenches and fighting hand-to-hand will we have a chance of winning!"

Private: “Got it! Huhahaha…”

Apparently the recruit was so nervous that his breathing became several times heavier and he looked like a bull.

The machine gun opened fire again, but it was hitting the ground behind Sergeant Hans and Private.

At this time, many Proshen soldiers had jumped up and rushed into the trenches, but these people obviously did not control the trenches as quickly as Sergeant Hans expected.

The firing point that should have been dealt with first was still continuing to fire.

Sergeant Hans took another grenade, unscrewed the lid, pulled down the ring, held it in his hand for a second before hooking his finger and throwing it out.

This time the grenade landed accurately in the firing point, and the next moment the mud kicked up by the explosion began to collapse. Sergeant Hans stood up, holding his submachine gun and leaped to the side of the trench, yelled at the inside, and opened fire again.

The submachine gun bullets directly hit the two machine gunners who were knocked down by the grenade.

The third machine gunner had just turned the corner of the trench, probably wanting to take over the shooting, when he saw Sergeant Hans.

He immediately raised the submachine gun in his hand, but was shot before he could pull the trigger.

Sergeant Hans poured all 30 bullets into the trench in one breath, and then wanted to lie down and change the magazine. At this time, he heard the sound of PPSh.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the gunshot, but only saw the shooter's sailor shirt.

Hey, that's not right. When they fell, Sergeant Hans was thinking, aren't they all new recruits? Why aren't they wearing khaki uniforms like Ant's?
The black uniform with a large lapel, the sailor shirt showing through the collar, and the ribbon on the hat, these are clearly the elite naval infantry of Ant! They are the Black Death!
Sergeant Hans’ last thought was, I actually killed three Black Reapers with one burst of bullets, I can be proud of it.

He fell to the ground and looked at the sky. The rain continued to fall, washing the blood into the soil.

When the private following behind him saw this situation, he just fell to the ground and trembled, not even bothering to throw the grenade.

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With a short burst of fire, Alomeev knocked down the armored grenadiers who were rushing along the trench, and then shouted: "Drive the enemy out of the trench! We have more automatic firepower, we have the advantage!"

The Plossen infantry squad invested all its resources in the squad machine gun. The soldiers were all armed with bolt-action machine guns like the 98k. Even for the armored grenadiers, submachine guns were not popular among everyone. Usually only non-commissioned officers had one.

Almost all naval infantrymen are equipped with submachine guns.

In terms of automatic firepower, Ant does have the advantage.

With Alomeev's order, the naval infantry launched a counterattack against the Prosen people who rushed into the trenches.

Alomeev stood up and pulled out the St. Andrew's Cross flag of the navy that was planted next to the command post. He held the flag in one hand and fired at it with a submachine gun in the other.

"Charge! Today, let the people of Prosen see what the Black Death is!"

"Ula!"

A deafening roar of “Ura” rang out across the entire battlefield.

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Major General Hope frowned and looked at the staff officer who came to report: "What did you say?"

"Our attack was repelled," said the staff officer.

"Being attacked by a group of conscripted soldiers?" Hope stood up and slammed the table. "How can we Panzergrenadiers put our heads down?"

Staff Officer: "Reports from the front say that the men in the trenches are wearing black uniforms with large lapels, and the flag they carry is not the Army's flag, but the blue and white St. Andrew's Cross flag."

Major General Hope was stunned: "Marine infantry? Black Death?"

He looked at his old friend from the same academy, Major General Schneider.

Schneider waved his arms hastily: "No, no, no, yesterday they were all mobilized soldiers! We didn't know the Black Death was coming, we had no idea at all!"

Major General Hope cursed, "You have done me a disservice! All the Black Death soldiers are armed with submachine guns, have high morale and skilled tactical movements, and are even sturdier than ordinary ANT soldiers. You have done me a disservice!"

He turned to the staff officer: "Is the loss great?"

"Still counting." replied the staff officer.

Major General Hope shook his head: "It seems that we can only wait for the rain to stop, and then try to use smoke bombs and twice the number of troops to push forward! Your tanks must also be sent up, and use machine gun fire and artillery to suppress the Black Death!"

Major General Schneider patted his chest and said, "No problem. As long as we can block the firing range of the assault guns, my tanks can rush forward with your grenadiers."

Major General Hope: "We can only wait for the weather to clear up, but...will the weather clear up?"

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"According to the weather forecast, moderate to heavy rain will continue until the end of this week." Pavlov put the report in front of Wang Zhong. "Logistics will be in trouble, for both sides. We still have railways and ships, but the enemy will be in trouble."

Wang Zhong: "It's a pity that we can't send out planes to strafe the Proson convoy stuck on the road in this rainy day."

Popov: "We can only send out planes after the ice freezes over. I hope the Proson people have prepared enough winter clothes this time."

At this time, a communications staff officer ran over and shouted: "Report, the train maintenance plant has been lost."

Wang Zhong: "Finally lost it. Not bad, we resisted for a day and a half."

Pavlov was confirming the details: "How did you know it was lost? Did the 561st Division report it?"

Communications Staff Officer: "When we were on the phone with the division headquarters, we heard the Proson language, and then the call was disconnected."

Popov sighed, "It seems that the Prosens destroyed the division along with the headquarters."

It was "Wang Zhong" who stood up, walked to the Abawahan city defense map, personally erased the train repair shop icon, and then pointed to the red "dumpling" on the nameless hill and said: "In this way, the first line of defense will only have this nameless hill. If we continue to defend it, it will become a salient."

Pavlov: "But if we lose the nameless hill, the enemy will have a good artillery observation post, and the subsequent battles will become difficult. Otherwise, we should wait a little longer? The nameless hill is very close to the second line of defense. It won't be too late to retreat after the enemy forms a pincer attack near the nameless hill."

Wang Zhong looked at the map and thought for a while, then asked Pavlov: "How much ammunition do the enemy have left? With the rate they are consuming now, the amount they had in stock is almost gone, right?"

Pavlov thought for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be much. I just don't know how many reinforcements they have brought in in the past two days. The reconnaissance of the Air Force before the rain showed that the enemy's transportation lines were recovering very quickly, and they were also equipped with anti-aircraft guns. The Air Force couldn't attack easily."

Wang Zhong nodded and said, "Then let's try to hold on to Nameless Hill for a while. The enemy might stop and wait for supplies tomorrow."

Pavlov nodded, picked up the receiver and began giving orders.

Popov said to Wang Zhong: "The real pressure will come after the muddy period is over, right?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, the ground has just frozen, but it's not too cold yet, so the Prosen people should still be able to launch a charge."

Popov: "I hope that by then our shortage of troops will have been properly resolved."

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry, it will be resolved. Once the First Mobile Army arrives, everything will be fine."

(End of this chapter)