artillery arc

Chapter 573: Make Proson Fail to Become Rome

"Naming..." Wang Zhong touched the stubble on his chin - the headquarters had been moving these days, and he was busy with various things, so he had no time to take care of his appearance, and his stubble was a bit thick.

In fact, it was not just him. The entire Abawakhan Front Army looked a bit sloppy at this moment. After all, the large army had advanced too fast in the past few days, and everyone was disheveled.

Wang Zhong was thinking hard.

Previously, the tank destroyer was named Vortex because the Vortex anti-tank missile mounted on the War Thunder Ka-52 has very scary performance. Now there is an assault gun that can demolish fortifications. It seems that the Russians on Earth don't have any corresponding equipment.

At this moment, he suddenly had an idea: "This thing is used when attacking. It can break through the most impregnable defense. I decided to call it Urban."

Ke Jing was stunned.

Pavlov frowned and asked Wang Zhong: "Although I know that your last place is probably fake, I still want to remind you that you know that the country that invented the Urban Cannon fought six wars with us, right?"

Vasily: "The general is a Khazarian, so it's more than six times. Your ancestors also wrote letters mocking the Sultan."

Wang Zhong: "That's all in the past. I think Emperor Plosson's dream must include rebuilding Rome, so let the Urban Cannon blow up the capital of Rome once again."

Besides, Wang Zhong thought, when the dragon trailer given by the United States arrives, I will also try out dry land boating, use the dragon to pull the speedboat to maneuver and cross the river quickly.

Now all the elements are complete.

In fact, Wang Zhong had originally thought of naming the assault gun Guangzhi. After all, every time he encountered a tough problem, he could shout "Guangzhi, save me" just like in the game "Black Myth Wukong" that he loved before he traveled through time.

But in the end I gave up because it was too troublesome to explain.

Chief Engineer Ke Jing: "Urban, the cannon that blasted open the outer wall of Prothenia makes sense. Then report it to the Equipment Department."

Wang Zhong: "Chief Engineer Ke Jing, do you still plan to stay on the front line?"

Ke Jing pushed up his glasses and said, “Of course, I need to analyze the performance of the equipment in real time. The usage reports you wrote when you used it before were too bad. In order to obtain detailed first-hand data, I must be here.

"But don't worry, I won't be at the front line. I'll stay with the train transporting the prototype."

Wang Zhong: "That's also very dangerous. I suggest you send your most trusted assistant to stay and record the first-hand information."

Ke Jing hesitated for a few seconds and agreed: "Okay, I will leave my most trusted team, all of whom are my most proud disciples, and they will send a detailed report back to Yebao."

Wang Zhong nodded, then turned and asked Pavlov: "How far is the battle line from us now?"

Pavlov looked as if something bad had happened: "20 kilometers, what? Are you going to drive a small tank and break through the enemy line yourself?"

Wang Zhong: "It's a good opportunity to test our off-road mobility. We can go along the railway and send a train to rescue the vehicle if it breaks down on the way."

Pavlov shook his head: "Okay, go ahead. I just checked the armor value on the table, there shouldn't be any problem."

Wang Zhong clenched his fists, like a child who had received permission from his parents to go out and play.

Pavlov: "But it takes time to unload this stuff. I think it's better to take a rest today and treat the engineers who came to the front line to a meal. We can set off tomorrow when we are ready."

Wang Zhong raised his hand to check the time. It was indeed too late to race the tank today. He could only agree with regret: "You are right."

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On the morning of December 12, at the headquarters of the 17th Armored Grenadier Division of the 11th Panzer Corps of the th Army of Plossen.

This division is now deployed in the northeastern suburbs of Jarvik, and its defense zone is the leftmost wing of the Tenth Army's defense zone on the east bank of the Sukhaveli River.

The railway from New Roskomnadzor passed through the division's sector.

Division Commander Schultz inspected the defense line early in the morning, boosting morale as he walked.

When he passed the machine gun position of the 35st Battalion of the th Panzergrenadier Regiment, he stopped and said to the machine gunner: "Move the machine gun back a little bit. If it is placed too far out, the gunfire will be too obvious when shooting."

"Yes." The sergeant machine gunner immediately ordered the new recruit assigned to him to move the position of the tripod.

Schultz left satisfied.

The recruit immediately asked the sergeant, "Isn't it a bit too much for the division commander to personally instruct on the placement of the tripod?"

The sergeant shook his head and said, "Half a year ago, the division commander was fooled by Lieutenant General Rokossov. He was fooled badly. At that time, we were preparing for Rokossov's attack every day. In the end, Rokossov ran away. When we went over to take a look, we found that the tanks we saw during aerial reconnaissance were all made of wood.

“After reviewing the incident, anyone would have come to the conclusion that Rokossov had no intention of attacking at all, and was trying to scare us into staying on the defensive and give himself a chance to retreat.

"Now General Rokossov is coming with a million troops. Commander, you have to save your reputation! After all, half a year ago, the higher-ups also believed that Rokossov's million-man army was coming and asked us to hold on. It's exactly the same as the current situation!" The recruit digested the sergeant's words a little: "I understand. Half a year ago, the commander was determined to stop Rokossov's million-man army. Now this determination continues, right?"

"You can understand it that way." The sergeant patted the recruit on the shoulder.

New recruit: "But can we stop an army of one million? Our division only has 15,000 soldiers?"

Sergeant: "You don't understand. A million-man army can't come all at once. We have 15,000 people guarding such a wide defense zone. The enemy can only deploy tens of thousands of people to attack our defense zone. In fact, it's still a one-on-one fight, but the enemy's force is endless."

The new soldier cried, "Is this something that can be said so lightly?"

The sergeant smiled and said, "What else can we do? That's why I told you yesterday to write a few more letters home and give them to the quartermaster to mail back."

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Schultz then patrolled to the anti-tank artillery position and inspected the concrete bunkers one by one.

Each bunker hides two PAK40 anti-tank guns, and the cross-fire between different bunkers can ensure that no matter how the attacking tank "poses", there is at least one gun that can hit its side armor.

After inspecting the last and largest bunker, Schultz touched the 88mm gun in the middle of the bunker and praised: "Good, very good. In this way, the 88mm gun can maximize its firepower and continuously destroy enemy tanks."

The commander of the anti-tank artillery regiment in charge of the position boasted: "Our position can withstand the attack of at least 100 tanks. Rokossov will not be able to make a breakthrough here."

Schultz nodded. "Well, that's good. Rokossov likes to play some tricks. He has never fought with us in an upright manner. This time, let him get a bloody head!"

In fact, at Abavakhan, Rokosov had already blocked the offensive of the Sixth Army, but Schultz would not admit it.

After making his threats, Schultz came to the artillery telescope, put his eyes on the eyepiece, and asked the adjutant who followed him around while observing: "How many of our troops passed through last night?"

"Not many. Our troops outside the city have completely retreated into the city. We are currently at the very edge of the defense zone. The Second Infantry Army's defense line is across the Suhayaveli River, facing us across the river." The adjutant replied.

"Very good." Schultz slightly turned the artillery telescope to make sure there was no enemy in front, then returned the observation position to the artillery observer.

He turned around, put his hands behind his back and said to his adjutant, "Rokossov's troops have probably been running day and night for too long, and they are as tired as the remnants of the Second Army. He may need to rest for a week before launching an attack! We can continue to strengthen our defenses. Every extra day he rests, the higher the cost of taking our position!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of an engine was heard outside.

Schultz identified the sound and immediately found that it came from the northeast. He immediately pushed away the artillery observer, put his eyes on the eyepiece, and looked at the white smoke rising on the horizon.

Those are the tank troops advancing in assault formation!
Schultz frowned: "How is it possible? How could Rokossov attack without artillery preparation?"

Adjutant: "Could this be a trick? They want to trick us into entering the position and then prepare the artillery fire?"

Schultz thought for a moment and gave the order: "Order the soldiers who are not in the bunkers to continue hiding in the anti-artillery holes, and order all the people in the bunkers to prepare for battle!"

The commander of the anti-tank artillery regiment, who had just said that Rokossov could not make a breakthrough here, immediately shouted: "Prepare for battle! Move quickly, you pigs! Ring the battle bell!"

The bell rang in the bunker and the passage below the bunker. The Proson gunner who was still in the dormitory ran out quickly and rushed to his battle position.

The elevators carrying the shells rose from the ammunition depot at the bottom and were then moved to the various gun positions.

While the soldiers prepared for battle, Schultz continued to observe the snowfield through his gun scope.

The enemy tank appears!
Although these tanks were far away and only had a vague outline in the gunnery scope, Schultz still recognized them as his "old friends" T34 tanks.

"Very good, very good. These are all garbage that the PAK40 can handle at a long distance." Schultz said happily, "The Ants are going to get beaten to a pulp here again. Rokossov really didn't learn General Gorky's tactics. This is a great help!"

Prosen's Supreme Command had already summarized the flooding tactics initiated by General Gorky and sent the summary report to the colonels and generals.

Schultz naturally read the report carefully.

Schultz: "If Rokossov also adopts that tactic, given the strength of our army and the width of our defense, he will soon break through."

Suddenly, his words stopped abruptly.

Because he saw a completely different outline from the T34 and KV series.

No, there are two outlines.

One looked like a giant turtle, and the other had a square head and sharp edges.

Schultz: “What the fuck is that?”

(End of this chapter)