artillery arc

Chapter 529 Higurashi
At 11 hours on November 26, Josette, commander of the 1640th Armored Division of the Asgard Knights of the Plosson Army, held the receiver and said: “We cannot take the beachhead with our current state.

"We need artillery and a sufficient number of infantry. We also need time to repair the tanks that have been stranded in the mud and ensure the number of tanks."

On the other end of the phone, General Frederick of the Sixth Army sighed, "Because of the damn mud, most of our artillery now has less than a base number of ammunition. The good news is that I plan to withdraw the entire 41st Armored Corps to block the beachhead that threatens our rear first.

"The enemy's armored forces are like a group of pirate ships, roaming around our supply lines. Damn it, sabotage warfare was originally the military construction policy of the Imperial Navy, but now the Imperial Navy has a fleet, and our enemies are using 'land cruisers' to carry out sabotage warfare!"

When the United Kingdom first developed tanks, they were developed as land cruisers. The way the Ants are using them now actually perfectly matches the original development intent.

Josette could hear Admiral Frederick sighing, so he said, "Although we can't take the beachhead, we are ready to intercept the enemy's tanks and will definitely inflict heavy damage on them!"

"No tanks will come back." Admiral Frederick said in a deep voice, "These tank units will not fight you head-on. They will bully our troops who lack anti-tank means until they die in battle or use up their last drop of fuel."

Josette was silent.

He thought of the Ante soldiers he met before reaching the beach.

Joset had to admit that although these Ante soldiers were poorly trained and poorly equipped, their fighting spirit was no less than that of any Proson soldier.

They are terrible enemies.

The most terrible enemy.

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Captain Ivan climbed out of the turret, stood next to the engine radiator cover and asked the driver: "Is there still hope?"

The driver looked at the engine and shook his head, "It's no good. Even if we return to the workshop, we can't fix it. We have to replace the engine. It can pull. It's raining and muddy. It's working hard."

Captain Ivan patted the top plate of the turret and looked at the three kill rings on the barrel: "How many trucks did we destroy today? If ten trucks are converted into one kill ring, how many more do we need?"

The loader shook his head. "I don't know. Just like people don't remember how much bread they have eaten since they were born, I don't remember how many trucks I have destroyed. Let's draw five first."

As he spoke, he took out paint and a brush from the turret and began to draw circles on the barrel.

Soon, five rings were drawn. Together with the original three kill rings, there were a total of eight rings on the gun barrel, which looked very eye-catching.

The tankmen waiting under the vehicle complained: "When our tank broke down, Captain, you didn't even let us draw a ring, and you even urged us to leave quickly!"

Captain Ivan smiled and said, "That's because we still have tanks that can fight. We must hurry up and destroy more enemy facilities.

"Now we have no tanks."

The captain of car number two asked, "What should we do now? Find some fellow villagers to hide and wait for the general to counterattack? According to last year's script, the general should counterattack when winter comes. It won't take too long."

Captain Ivan raised his head and looked to the west: "No, our mission is to disrupt the enemy's logistics and relieve the pressure on Abawahan. According to last year's experience, when the mud just ends, the enemy will have a very fierce pig attack, and that will be the most dangerous time."

The captain's eyes swept across the faces of the soldiers one by one: "So we have to continue fighting. Even if we only destroy a truck, it is possible to improve the situation! Of course, as a tanker and a technical soldier, it is also a reasonable choice to choose to save your life now and wait for new equipment in the future.

"So I ask you to decide where to go. Those who decide to stay can go find their fellow villagers. Those who decide to go with me can follow me!"

At this moment, a sound suddenly came from the bushes next to him.

"Who is it!" The tankmen raised their submachine guns and aimed at the bushes.

A fellow villager came out of the bushes holding his ID high and said, "I am from the guerrillas. After we were dispersed, we insisted on fighting behind enemy lines. We have fellow villagers to help us. I suggest you don't take risks, hide first, and make long-term plans."

"Our mission..."

"Your mission is to disrupt logistics. I know that the guerrillas have been doing this. You can't do better than us without tanks. You are tankmen, not infantrymen. Davarishi, listen to me. You can use PPSh, and so can I, but I can't drive a tank!"

Captain Ivan held up his submachine gun, looked at his soldiers, and said, "It would be nice if the military priest was here. It's a pity. May Saint Andrew bless him, and may the motherland bless him. Let's vote. Those who agree to accept the protection of the guerrilla comrades and wait to return to the troops to continue driving tanks, raise your hands!"

Everyone looked at each other and no one raised their hand.

The guerrillas were anxious: "Davarish! We really can't drive a tank. Think about the training you have received! If you die here, you will have to retrain so many tankmen! You still have combat experience!"

Captain Ivan gritted his teeth and raised his right hand: "My guerrilla comrades have convinced me."

Everyone looked at each other and raised their hands.

"Okay, unanimously approved. Let's hide away and wait until we get the new tanks before we compete with the Proson devils!"

Guerrilla: "Quick, this way! The Prosons are searching for you, but their orders are to find tanks, we can avoid them!"

Captain Ivan jumped off the tank, carrying the captured Prosen MP40 submachine gun, and strode after the guerrillas. The other tankmen followed.

After the group walked a few dozen steps, several guerrillas appeared from the side, all holding guns.

"I convinced them!" the guerrilla leader shouted, "Don't shoot!"

The sturdy man who led the team put down his MP40 and turned his head to the side road: "This way, quick! The Proson people are searching the net and are very close to here."

Captain Ivan nodded.

A group of people were mixed together and walking quickly along the trail. Suddenly, gunshots were heard in the distance.

Captain Ivan was about to grab his gun, but was stopped by the guerrilla leader: "Don't worry, it's our people who are attracting the attention of the Prosen people. They will lead all the enemies who are encircling us over there."

Captain Ivan nodded, then realized what this meant a little too late, and asked, "What about the people who attract attention?"

The guerrilla leader said with a straight face: "We should have died in the attack of the Prosen people fourteen days ago. Now we have lived for another fourteen days, which is enough."

Captain Ivan hesitated to speak and just patted the guerrilla leader on the shoulder.

The group continued to move forward in the rain.

The sound of gunfire continued in the distance, as if the bird in the fairy tale, which only lived for one day, was singing with all its strength.

Suddenly, without warning, the birds' voices stopped.

Captain Ivan slowed down a little and looked in the direction where the sound last came from.

At this time, the guerrilla leader began to whistle.

It’s a powerful song, but also tinged with sadness.

Captain Ivan asked curiously, "What song is this?"

"The song that the Allied commandos who dropped in a few days ago taught us seems to have been sung by local guerrillas during the battle in the Kingdom of Sardinia. There is a poet in our team who writes poems for newspapers, and he rewrote the lyrics.

"'Ah my friend, ah ...

All the guerrillas sang together: "That morning, I woke up from a dream and saw the invaders broke into my hometown. Guerrillas, take me away quickly, I can't bear it anymore..."

The rain suddenly got heavier, as if it was deliberately trying to cover up the sound of everyone's footsteps.

So the light yet firm chanting was completely covered up.

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On October 10, 26, the Abavakhan Front Command of the ANT Army.

"This is Panfilov, commander of the 16th Army." Pavlov introduced to Wang Zhong.

Panfilov saluted Wang Zhong and said, "Commander Davarishi, our army is fully equipped. We have 80,000 young men from the grasslands near Seris, all of whom are secular backbones in the pastoral areas. My guys are well-trained and well-equipped! Unlike the temporary infantry division, you can use us in the most dangerous areas!"

Wang Zhong nodded and said, "You have finally finished unloading the ship. In order to let you come over, we dismantled the pontoon bridge and dropped the naval infantry on the other side."

Wang Zhong didn't know that Nellie was also at landing point No. 1 on the west bank.

"In fact, we just lost a crucial support point the day before yesterday. Come and see." He came to the map and pointed directly at the train dispatching yard. "Here is the largest reinforced concrete building complex on the first line of defense. The enemy stopped attacking due to lack of ammunition. Now we don't know the replenishment situation, but we have to attack anyway."

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, Pavlov immediately took over and continued, "If you can capture the support point and the surrounding blocks, you must hold on there as long as possible. I can't tell you how long you will hold on. We predict that when the ground freezes and the temperature is not too low, the Prosen people will launch a resolute counterattack. Your troops will bear the impact together with the unnamed high ground on the north side."

Wang Zhong took the topic back and said, "My elite First Mobile Army is defending the Nameless Hill. They should be able to support you."

Panfilov saluted: "Got it. Take back the train dispatching yard and hold it for as long as you can!"

Wang Zhong: "You will receive artillery support from the entire front army, and the follow-up troops will be sent to you as soon as they come up. Of course, if you can't take down the train dispatch yard, you can also work with the troops originally defending the second line of defense to consolidate the second line of defense."

"Don't worry, we will get it." Panfilov saluted Wang Zhong, "I'm leaving now."

"Eat first before you go. The battlefield is right there, he won't run away." Wang Zhong said softly, but exuded an irresistible pressure.

Panfilov had no choice but to nod: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)