artillery arc

Chapter 537 Cranes
October 10, 30, Beach No. 0900.

After the Prosen's bombardment ended, Nellie crawled out of the dirt and looked around.

The advantage of the lower temperature is that the ground has frozen hard, so the anti-artillery shelters on the beach that were originally unreliable suddenly become reliable.

The troops guarding the beach also took the initiative to draw water from the Valdaicio River and pour it around the bunkers they had dug. It wouldn't be long before the bunkers were frozen solid. As long as no heavy artillery happened to fall nearby, there would be no problem.

As for heavy artillery falling nearby, the overpressure can cause serious injuries to people, so the appearance of the shelter is actually not important.

This is purely a matter of probability that no one can influence, so most of the Ante warriors just go for it and don't care.

Nellie got up and ran along the frozen trench, shouting, "The enemy is coming! Get ready!"

As if in response to her shout, the ground began to shake and the roar of tanks could be heard from afar.

Nellie saw a new soldier with shaking hands, so she stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be afraid, look at me, I have been on the battlefield since the first day, and I am still alive."

The recruit stared at the dirty gauze on Nellie's right eye with his eyes wide open: "You...you...I've always wanted to ask, your eyes have..."

"I don't think I can save it, but I'm still alive, and all the attacking enemies are dead."

The recruit nodded and tightened his grip on the Bobosha again.

Nellie continued to move forward, boosting morale like an old NCO.

Just then, someone shouted, "Look! The Prosen uniforms seem a little different!"

Nellie frowned, found a helmet to prop up her feet, stepped on it and looked out.

After looking for a few seconds, she took out the scope seized from the enemy sniper from her dirty maid uniform, stuck it on her remaining eye and looked into the distance.

After zooming in through the scope, Nellie could see that the enemy's uniforms were indeed different from ordinary Proson uniforms.

But Nellie did not recognize this kind of uniform, and she did not have a very detailed understanding of the Prosom Army - even though she had always been with General Rokossov.

At this time, an officer walked along the trench, shouting as he walked: "This is the Moravian vassal army, an army composed of second-class citizens of the Proson Empire! Watch out, if we lose the war, we will also wear this kind of uniform and be driven to the battlefield to die."

Nellie thought for a moment and shouted, "We killed all the Prosens! They have no infantry to accompany them, so they can only use vassal troops!"

The patrolling officer was stunned. After a brief pause, he also shouted: "We killed all the Prosen infantry! They were forced to join the vassal army!"

After shouting a few times, the officer spoke again: "We are afraid of killing the Plossen infantry, and they refuse to fight! We can only send in the vassal army!"

After just a few dozen seconds, the entire position was filled with the news: "We are so scared of killing the Proson infantry that we are forced to use the vassal army!"

It doesn't matter what the truth is. What matters is that the Prosen people really joined the vassal army.

The entire beachhead was boiling with excitement.

"We can't even defeat the genuine Plosson infantry, and you expect to win by using the vassal army?"

"Although the enemies seem numerous, they are just a mob!"

"Take care of them!"

At this time, the new attacker passed the 500-meter mark.

The anti-tank artillery unit that had just crossed the river yesterday opened fire, and the platoon's artillery hit several tanks in the blink of an eye.

Although the tank was hit, some of the vassal army's skirmishers actually fell down!

It seems that the morale and courage of this vassal army are far different from those of the regular Proson troops.

Proshen's tanks fought back with their usual accuracy, and soon the exposed gun positions were blasted skyward.

Nellie stopped boosting morale and instead lay down at the firing position, firing her Mosin-Nagant at those tank commanders of the Proshen who dared to stick their heads out to look for the location of the anti-tank gun.

She had discovered that although the Proson tank's sights were much better than the T34's, it was still difficult to detect the well-camouflaged anti-tank artillery position as long as the Proson commander did not stick his head out.

The key is not to let Proshen's captain stick his head out.

Nellie aimed at a tank commander who had completely retracted his body into the commander's tower, with only half of his head and eyes exposed.

After pulling the trigger, the bullet hit the edge of the command tower, then bounced over the commander's head and broke the earphone crossbar.

The commander was so frightened that he went straight into the tank, not even daring to reach out and close the hatch.

Nellie pulled the bolt and turned the gun to aim at the other tank.

The driver of this vehicle exposed his entire head and was observing through a telescope.

Nellie pulled the trigger and the commander fell backwards. There was a bullet hole on his left eye and blood was gushing out. His right hand holding the half-broken telescope just hung outside the commander's tower.

Nellie pulled the bolt, and the smoking shell flew out of the barrel, drawing an arc in front of Nellie's one eye.

Nellie continued shooting.

At this time, the enemy passed the 300-meter mark.

The machine guns were about to fire.

At this time, all the enemy tank commanders also retreated into the tank turret - no one would show their heads at this distance.

Nellie then turned her attention to the Moravian vassal army.

She immediately discovered that if one of the sergeants in these vassal troops was knocked down by a sniper, the squad led by the sergeant would fall down.

Nellie's single-shot bursts had the effect of a machine gun!

A non-commissioned officer was killed by a single blow, and an entire squad lay on the ground for dozens of seconds or even minutes without daring to move.

Then officers waving pistols would run over, pull up the soldiers lying on the ground one by one, and urge them forward.

If Nellie knocked down the officer as well, the whole row of people might have been lying completely on the ground, motionless.

What’s a pity is that there are too many Moravians. They are arranged in a surprisingly dense formation, and it seems that they can never be killed all the non-commissioned officers.

The tank passed the 200-meter mark.

The heavy machine guns opened fire.

At the same time the Moravians also began to charge.

Countless Moravians were knocked down by machine guns, but more Moravians rushed towards the positions shouting as if they had taken stimulants.

The PPShs in the position opened fire.

The Moravians seemed numb, watching their comrades being knocked down by the PPS, but they continued to charge forward. This was not the tactic that the Proshen army would adopt. The Proshens would lie down, leap forward, and throw grenades when they were at a distance.

The Moravians were simply using their lives to consume the bullets of the Ant warriors.

The key point is that they succeeded. About one-tenth of the Moravians rushed into the trenches and a fierce hand-to-hand combat began.

Nellie shot down a Moravian who rushed towards her face, then pulled out an engineer shovel from her back and cut off the wrist of the Moravian who rushed towards her with one shovel, causing him to scream, and then cut off his head with another shovel.

The edge of Nellie's engineer shovel had long been sharpened to be as sharp as a knife.

She used it to kill another Moravian with a shovel, then slipped past him and smacked the back of the head of a Moravian who was struggling with his comrades.

Then she kicked the Moravian's body away and pulled up her comrade - the new recruit she had just encouraged.

Nellie: "Don't use a bayonet. An engineer's shovel is useful in the trenches. A hammer will work, too."

"Hammer--hammer?" The recruit was still confused.

Nellie: "Take the Molotov cocktail and follow me, we're going to blow up the tank."

"Oh, okay." The recruit quickly found a few Molotov cocktails on the ground and followed Nellie who was moving swiftly in the trench.

He had only followed for a few steps when he was shot.

He half-knelt in the trench, trying to call Nellie, but no sound came out, and when he opened his mouth, blood welled up from his throat. He could only watch Nellie's figure go away along the trench.

He fell forward, face buried in the dirt.

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The fighting on the beach continued until noon.

"The enemy has retreated!"

When the sound reached Nellie's ears, she was stepping on the enemy's chest and pulling the engineering shovel out of his throat.

The gushing blood covered her legs and smeared on the black skirt of the maid's dress.

There were uneven sounds of "Ura" from the battlefield, and it was hard to tell whether they were celebrating another victory or celebrating being alive.

Nellie didn't shout. She turned around and thought she seemed to have forgotten something.

However, in the end she didn't remember what she had forgotten.

She raised her head and looked at the warm winter sun, thinking that it was this damn sun that kept the temperature low enough to freeze the enemy.

Suddenly, she saw migratory birds flying in a line across the sky.

It's almost November. Are there migratory birds that start migrating at this time?

The soldier next to Nellie wanted to come over to greet her, but when he saw her looking up, he also looked up, and soon everyone at the scene looked up.

"Is it a wild goose?" someone said.

"No, maybe it's a crane. I've seen one before. It's a very beautiful bird with delicious meat."

Nellie looked at the flock of cranes and for some reason, she felt like crying.

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Wang Zhong stood outside the headquarters and looked up at the sky: "Why isn't it snowing yet? General Dong, please give us some help."

At this time, he saw migratory birds flying in a line in the blue sky.

A crane flies above the clouds in the clear sky?

But is now the time to bring poetry to the blue sky?

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly remembered that there was a famous Soviet song in another time and space called "Crane Flock".

Because he liked the lyrics so much, he memorized them specifically.

Sometimes I always feel that those soldiers never returned from the bloody battlefield.

They are not buried in our land.

They have turned into white cranes and are flying.

They flew here from the distant war years and brought their cries to our ears.

Because of this, we often look up, miss silently, and gaze into the distance.

The tired cranes are flying in the sky, flying in the dusk, and the twilight is vast.

There was a small gap in the queue, maybe it was reserved for me.

He finished reciting silently, and Yakov's voice entered his ears: "What a good poem! General, they said you are an unlearned dandy, I knew you must have been in the dark!"

Wang Zhong turned his head to look at Yakov and found that his adjutant was writing furiously.

"I've written it down!" Yakov said excitedly, "I must get this poem published!"

Wang Zhong: "Whatever, I just speak my mind."

He raised his head again and looked at the cranes.

Sometimes I always feel that those soldiers never returned from the bloody battlefield.

They are not buried in our land.

They have turned into white cranes and are flying.

At this time, Pavlov came out of the headquarters and said, "Okay, don't stand here anymore, move to the new headquarters quickly, the Prosen people's artillery fire may fall at any time."

Wang Zhong: "Got it. Let's go, Vasily - no, Yakov."

"When you start thinking, you'll make the wrong call!" Yakov complained. "I've been your adjutant for half a year, and I may continue to be your adjutant in the future!"

Wang Zhong smiled and patted Yakov on the shoulder.

Yakov: "By the way, if I have a child, can you be the child's godfather?"

"Of course, Yakov, of course."

(End of this chapter)