artillery arc

Chapter 571 Huge Waves
December 12, Yarvik, Plossen's Tenth Army Headquarters.

General Bock, commander of the Tenth Army, frowned as he looked at the latest special combat situation report issued by the Supreme Command.

Generally, the headquarters will issue a summary of secondary intelligence every 10 days, which contains information that is not directly related to the current war situation.

However, today is the 15th, and there are still five days until the next secondary intelligence summary, but the intelligence has already been delivered.

There was only one piece of information on it: Rokosov was promoted to general and may have been given the power to lead the entire Ante army along the Valdai River. The strength of his Abavakhan Front may have exceeded one million.

"Does this kind of thing need to be reported specifically?" Admiral Pok threw the telegram on the table. "When I faced Rokossov in June, he was still a lieutenant general. Now he is a general."

The battle map is updated four times a day, with the most recent update being at 5 a.m. this morning.

The troops of Army Group B on the map were in disarray - at least that's how it looked on the map east of Jarvik.

Army Group B included the Tenth Army commanded by General Bock, the Second Army commanded by Field Marshal Maximilian von Gollon, the Fourth Panzer Army, the Sixth Army that had just been destroyed, and the First and Second Moravian Armies.

One of the armored corps of the 4th Panzer Army was transferred to the 6th Army, and the elite 16th Panzer Grenadier Division was placed on the grassland between the AB army groups to perform sentry duties, leaving only an understaffed armored corps.

Later, this armored army was transferred to Shiplin to form an army group responsible for the breakout. The Fourth Armored Army Command now had only one armored division left, deployed behind General Bock's Tenth Army as a reserve.

A lot of troops were also drawn from the Second Army of Marshal Goron, commander of the army group, to rescue the Sixth Army. The remaining troops set up defenses along the river, but were defeated by the Ant Army that attacked across the river. Now the entire army is in a state of complete defeat.

The Moravian First and Second Army Groups had been completely dispersed, and their command organs could not be contacted at all. Whether it was the army group headquarters or the army and division headquarters below, they all seemed to have disappeared.

Rokossov had destroyed half a million troops, and now his million-strong army was rushing towards another half a million troops that had been routed.

On the map, Rokossov's Abavakhan Front was chasing the remnants, forcing their troops towards the Sukhayaveli River like a sheepdog driving sheep.

The good news was that the Suhayaveli River had frozen over, allowing the remaining troops to cross the river easily.

The bad news is that Rokossov's million-strong army could also cross the river easily.

The chief of staff of the Tenth Army looked worried: "In June, Rokossov had only 100,000 troops, and even with the reinforcements that came later, there were only 300,000. Now he is coming with more than a million troops, and we haven't yet made up for the losses in June and July."

This is mainly because the training time for Plossen recruits is long. Even basic infantrymen have to train for six months to ensure that they have mastered the skills required before they will be sent to the army as a replacement soldier.

Admiral Pok: "Don't panic, we have fortifications this time. So far, the performance of the Ante people in attacking fortifications is not ideal. They have been attacking the defense line of the Central Army Group for many days, but have not made any breakthroughs."

The chief of staff sighed and said, "We can only trust the fortifications we have built over the past few months."

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Wang Zhong: "Why did you send my new tank to Novorossk?"

Pavlov: "Because it's the closest site to Yarvik that we still control."

There is a railway from Yebao to Yarvik, and now the part of this railway near Yarvik is naturally controlled by the Prosen people.

Pavlov: "Once we have regained control of the railway, the trains carrying your tanks can start moving forward, and we are approaching Yarvik, and the trains are approaching as well.

"By the way, controlling the railway first can greatly reduce our supply pressure. After that, most of our supply needs can be met by the railway, and the two million civilians who follow us can get paid and go home. I mean, most of them will go home. We need some middle-aged strong laborers to unload the trains."

Wang Zhong: "Well, your plan is very reasonable, I approve it!"

"I have done so, for I know you will not object."

Vasily: "I haven't seen you two for half a year. Isn't this just the sweet talk of a young couple?"

Pavlov glanced at Vasily and said, "Commander, you are young and handsome, but look at me now that I have several children. Do you think it is appropriate to say this?"

Popov: "Vassily, it seems you want to test your own skills in picking up manure."

Vasily: "I am currently directing a crucial deception operation. Making fake corpses and digging out feces will affect progress."

Wang Zhong: "What did you learn at the Suvorov Military Academy?"

"Staff officer, give me some instructions bit by bit. And map work, mainly map work." Vasily spread his hands, "It's almost of no help to my current mission."

Popov looked at Wang Zhong: "What do you think, Davarishi, the president of the Suvorov Military Academy?"

Wang Zhong: "You should still be punished by digging out feces, but you can do it after you complete the task of deceiving the enemy."

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At the same time, Private Hans of the 11nd Battalion, 51th Regiment, 411st Infantry Division, th Infantry Corps of Plossen felt that he could not walk anymore.

The moment he felt this, his legs went weak and he was about to fall down, but was pulled up by the sergeant next to him.

"Hold on, kid." The sergeant spoke with a thick Baden accent. "If you fall down here, you'll never get up again! Think about your wife and children!"

"I'm only eighteen," said the private.

Sergeant: "What's wrong with being eighteen? You should be able to get married at eighteen. Why didn't you get married before going to the battlefield? This is not good. This is not good."

Private: "I'm too tired to talk..." "You should talk at times like this. It can make you forget your tiredness." The sergeant said, "You have a girl you like, right? What if she likes you too, and you die in a foreign country like this, for her..."

Private: "It's because I might die in a foreign country that I can't tell him."

"I see. That's right." The sergeant looked forward, his eyes unfocused, and it was unclear what he was looking at.

Suddenly, he said, "You know what? We may have to retreat like this often in the future, and we will return to the empire. At that time, women will continue to sell their bodies to survive, just like the women in the countries we occupied.

"You know, in the Low Countries, you can sleep with a woman for just a box of eggs. Something like this will happen one day in the Empire, to the women of the Empire, to yours.

"She won't be happy after your death. We were carried away by our previous victories and we have made a big mistake."

The private remained silent, gritting his teeth.

At this time, someone shouted from behind: "The enemy is coming, the enemy cavalry is coming!"

The sergeant immediately patted the private on the back and said, "Quick, find some cover and hide. The cavalry's sabers can't easily cut down someone crouching close to the cover!"

The private looked at the snowy field around him blankly: "Where is the shelter?"

The sergeant was also stumped.

A few days ago they still had trucks that they could use as shelter.

But these days the trucks were either blown up or thrown away after the fuel ran out, leaving the entire infantry division without any vehicles, and now it's in a place where there's no village or shop nearby.

All that could be seen was snowfield, and the billowing white dust in the distance was recognizable even to a private on his first battlefield.

That was the snow raised by the enemy cavalry galloping across the snowfield.

The order came: "Hold on the spot and organize shooting!"

The sergeant immediately ran to the squad machine gunner and said, "I'll be your machine gun stand. Don't put it in the snow, where you can't see anything. Put it on my back!"

As he said this, he squatted down and the machine gunner immediately put the gun on his back.

He also reached over his shoulders to grab the bipod of the machine gun to keep it steady.

Machine Gunner: "Don't look up, Sergeant. If you do, your head will break!"

"Go ahead and shoot with your machine gun! The worst that can happen to me is that my hair will be set on fire by the muzzle flash!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small group of cavalry appeared in the field of vision. Behind the leader was the standard-bearer, holding a retro pennant - this was the standard equipment of cavalry in the era of flintlock muskets, and even every cavalryman had such a pennant on his spear.

The next moment, rows of cavalry appeared.

All the cavalrymen were wearing black cloaks, looking like huge black waves rolling over the silver snowfield.

Seeing this scene, the soldier's hands began to tremble and his breathing became rapid.

The cavalrymen drew their sabers, which gleamed in the sunlight like lightsabers, and began to shout, “Hurrah!”

Prosen responded with machine guns. The 51st Infantry Division had just replaced its latest machine guns with extremely fast firing rates. When firing, the sound was like tearing canvas, so it was nicknamed the "cloth tearing machine".

The cavalrymen in the front were knocked down, fell off their horses, and tumbled over in the snow due to the impact.

The private fired desperately, but from the third time onwards he forgot to pull the trigger. Every time he pulled the bolt, he would immediately pull it again, causing the unfired bullets to fly out of the chamber.

He just "shot" through a magazine like this.

The enemy also rushed over.

Faced with the light of the saber, the private dodged subconsciously, but ended up hitting the horse's chest and flew out.

When he landed, the snow cushioned his fall and he didn't feel any pain. But then the horse passed by and stepped on his stomach with its hoof.

The private spat out a mouthful of blood and instinctively knew that his end was near.

In the last moments of life, only the sound of machine guns still ringing around him could provide a little comfort.

The next moment the grenade exploded and the sound of machine gun fire stopped abruptly.

The sound of machine gun fire faded away, and the previously masked sounds entered my ears.

The sound of sabers chopping off skulls, begging for mercy, and crying.

Suddenly, the private heard someone shouting, "Mom!"

He also shouted with his last bit of strength: "Mom!"

(End of this chapter)