artillery arc

Chapter 643 Avalanche
General Weidel slammed the table angrily: "Where is my backup? Where are the other armored corps? Where are the armored grenadiers? We agreed that these troops would be in place today, and we only had to launch the attack with peace of mind. What happened?
"We did attack, but where is the promise made by the Army Group Command?"

Chief of Staff: "Now the enemy's cavalry is wreaking havoc everywhere, and the headquarters has lost almost all its staff and clerks at once. We should be thankful that supplies are still arriving normally these days."

Weidel shook his head: "I never knew that our Proson staff system was so fragile."

Chief of Staff: "I suppose I should shrug now, but that doesn't seem like something an officer of the Asgard Knights should do."

Weidel sighed, and at that moment a communications staff officer entered the armored command vehicle and whispered something in the chief of staff's ear.

"What's going on?" Weidel asked.

Chief of Staff: "We have lost contact with the 505th Heavy Armored Battalion equipped with Panzer VI tanks. They just reported that they encountered the new medium tanks of the Ante people."

Weidel's eyes widened. "A new type of medium tank? Did you misjudge Ant's turtle shell in your panic?"

The chief of staff looked at the communications officer who had reported the news, and the latter shook his head: "I don't know. I confirmed with them repeatedly before the communication was interrupted. They were talking about new medium tanks, and they also emphasized that these tanks have high mobility!"

Weidel: "Is it very fast? According to reports from other troops, the new tortoise shells of the Ants are not slow either. After all, they are said to weigh less than fifty tons.

"Damn it, our Type 5 tank is actually the same tonnage as that turtle shell! But the protection capabilities are completely different! What's wrong with the designers in the back?"

Chief of Staff: "If they can get that road wheel, we shouldn't have any hope for them."

Weidel cursed and said nothing more.

He paced back and forth in the headquarters, and suddenly he was startled and asked, "Has the front reported where the new tanks have gone?"

The chief of staff answered on behalf of the communications staff: "Here they are. No, it should be said that if the enemy wants to complete the pincer attack and encircle our army, they have to come here."

Weidel immediately ordered: "The anti-aircraft artillery regiment of the army headquarters should immediately switch to the flat-fire mode, the guard regiment should prepare for combat, and all those who have received combat training should take up their weapons!

"We have used up all our tanks, but it doesn't matter. We still have more traditional ways to deal with the Ants who have broken through! The enemy's armored forces are advancing so fast, they definitely don't have indirect fire artillery to support them. We will make them pay the price!"

"Yes!" The officers in the room answered in unison and began to check their weapons.

Weidel came to the window and watched the soldiers outside taking action. After a brief thought, he issued a new order: "Send out the motorized reconnaissance battalion to search along the main road for the enemy tank column that is advancing toward us. Be sure to find out their number and type."

The messenger responded, turned around and ran away.

The chief of staff came to Weidel and said worriedly, "We only have one armored grenadier division. We have just contacted them. It will take them more than ten hours to get to the military headquarters. Now there is only one regular force, the Guards Regiment, around the military headquarters, and the rest are logistics.

"In this situation, shouldn't we temporarily avoid the enemy's attack? After all, if you have a green mountain, you will never have a shortage of firewood!"

"Where to hide?" Weidel stared at the chief of staff.

The chief of staff was forced to take a step back by his majesty.

Weidel said almost word by word: "They should have sent me a braver chief of staff. If you want to run, run. I can even give you an order so that you don't have to face a military trial.

"And I will stay with my tank unit. My soldiers will disappear like soap bubbles in the sun in front of the enemy's steel torrent. I cannot escape in this situation!"

The chief of staff asked back: "What can be done? The 88mm gun equipped on the Type tank is longer than the one equipped by our anti-aircraft battalion. You should know that the same shell will have a significantly higher power when fired with a longer gun barrel!
"You actually want to create a miracle with the 88mm gun of the anti-aircraft battalion, even the 88mm gun of the Panzer VI can't deal with the 'evil ghost'?"

Weidel stared at the chief of staff: "No, no, we are not on the defensive because we have 88mm guns that can counter everything.

"You can see what the Ants did! The T34 they drove could not penetrate the reinforced frontal armor of our Panzer IV tanks, but the long-barreled gun of the Panzer IV could safely hit them, creating a very exaggerated exchange ratio.

"Did the Ants back down? No. They chose to fight to the very end with courage and blood, and they succeeded, and that's why we are here.

"It's time for the Ants to see the courage and stubbornness of the Prosens, my Chief of Staff."

The chief of staff hesitated for a long time before he sighed with an expression of "I'm willing to sacrifice my life for you" and said, "Okay, General, then let's..."

Before the chief of staff had even finished saying "let", Weidel's adjutant came in carrying two anti-tank "funnels".

Weidel waved his hand and said, "Take these two things away! I would rather use the vodka from the headquarters kitchen to make Molotov cocktails than take these two shameful things."

The adjutant looked a little embarrassed: "This... after all, this is a professional anti-tank weapon. At least we should use it interchangeably with Molotov cocktails. This will look more professional. Holding only Molotov cocktails will make us look... just..."

The adjutant didn't say anything else, perhaps he himself hadn't figured out how it would appear.

Weidel snorted.

At this time, the sound of a motorcycle was heard outside. Weidel hurriedly leaned over the window and looked out, just in time to see a motorcycle with bullet holes all over it driving to the door.

The Proson soldier in the trailer had been shot dead. The soldier driving the motorcycle stumbled off the motorcycle and rushed into the room: "Report! We encountered an enemy armored unit less than fifteen minutes away from the headquarters!" Weidel: "Combat alert. The enemy must be delayed in setting up an assault formation. Let's hit them hard!"

Just as he finished speaking, another messenger rushed in: "Report, the air defense observation post saw a lot of dust in the southwest direction, it looks like a large-scale tank force is advancing."

"Got it. Get the 88 gun ready to fire."

The messenger saluted, said "yes" and turned away.

Weidel picked up the anti-tank funnel that his adjutant had just brought him, weighed it in his hand, and shook his head: "No, it's too ridiculous for me, the commander of the armored corps, to use such a hammer to deal with enemy tanks. No, give me a submachine gun, and I'll take it to the battlefield."

Adjutant: "I brought these two just in case! Are you going to go to the battlefield yourself?"

"Why not? The Ants have been promoting for half a year that their General Rokossov personally held high the red flag and went to the front line at the most dangerous time, which stopped our attack. Why can't I go to the front line?"

At this time, the head of the guard came over with a submachine gun and a magazine bag.

The standard magazine pouches of the Prosen people are still hung on the waist, but the soldiers fighting on the front line basically like to use the chest hangers of the Ant people, especially the chest hangers of the Ant Guards.

But Proson's logistics system did not recognize the Ant chest mount, and the one distributed was still the waist magazine bag that everyone disliked.

Weidel ignored the magazine pouch, picked up the submachine gun, and walked out with the gun in hand.

As soon as he went out, the sound of 88mm gunfire came from the anti-aircraft position. It was obvious that the enemy's armored forces had entered the direct range of the anti-aircraft guns.

Weidel walked over there without a second thought.

As he walked over, the four 88 guns had already fired several rounds.

The commander of the anti-aircraft battalion saw Weidel coming from afar and came forward: "General! Why are you here? It's very dangerous here. The enemy hasn't confirmed our position yet. Once they find us, this will become the front line of the exchange of fire!"

The Second Armored Army Headquarters has been stationed here for some time. The anti-aircraft battalion has built very professional fortifications. Each 88 gun mount has a protective breastwork and camouflage net, so even if it opens fire, it is not easy to expose the position.

At least it would be difficult for enemies more than a kilometer away to determine the location of these cannons.

Weidel: "What was the outcome?"

"No results." The commander of the anti-aircraft battalion shook his head. "We hit several targets. Some of them stopped for a short time after being hit, but soon resumed their actions. It should be that the people inside were just stunned. The enemy's new tanks have very good defense!"

Weidel: "Didn't you try to aim at the tracks?"

"The enemy's new tanks are too short, and it's hard to hit the tracks, especially when there's grass covering them," said the battalion commander. "Now the grass outside is knee-high, and it's really hard to aim at the enemy's tracks. Especially at distances above 1.5 kilometers, the enemy is only a tiny bit in the sight."

Weidel frowned slightly: "How come? We should have replaced the optical sight with a high magnification one?"

"It was replaced, but only the parts other than the lens were delivered. The lens was not delivered to us. So now we are still using the old sights - we can't cheat ourselves with new sights without lenses."

Weidel held his forehead with his hand: "I understand. You keep firing until the enemy kills you. Do you still have enough shells?"

The battalion commander nodded: "This is one of the few good news, General."

Weidel nodded and walked to the gun mirror next to the cannon.

Before he could even look, an enemy shell hit the flank of the position, and the sand and gravel kicked up by the explosion fell on the camouflage net.

Battalion Commander: "The enemy is confused and has not discovered our exact location."

Weidel glanced at the crater left by the explosion, then turned his head to look at the anti-aircraft gunners who were firing fiercely, and then he put his eyes to the eyepiece.

Then he saw the outlines of tanks filled with people.

Weidel: "Huh, like the chariots of the ancient Romans."

Adjutant: "The Ants like to carry out armored cavalry assaults like this. The efficiency is amazing, but the casualties of the infantry above are relatively high."

Weidel: "Admirable courage, admirable opponent."

He straightened up and looked with his naked eyes at the approaching billowing smoke.

"We are not an army that only relies on technological advantages! It's time to let the Ants realize that we are also excellent warriors!"

(End of this chapter)