artillery arc

Chapter 644 The End
As soon as Weidel finished speaking, a shell hit the No. 4 gun position in the distance.

The Ants finally found the exact location of the cannon!
The high-explosive shell fuse was triggered by the No. 4 gun's shield. The flash of the explosion and thick smoke immediately engulfed the gun barrel. The shock wave swept across the entire gun position, tearing the camouflage net and the low wall of sandbags into pieces.

All the gunners of the No. 4 gun flew up, and the lucky one who flew the farthest landed directly on Weidel's head, tearing the camouflage net with a "sizzle" sound and hitting the ground behind Weidel.

The sand caught in the camouflage net fell like a waterfall onto Weidel's big hat.

Weidel looked down at the gunner flying towards him and found that he was not unconscious but was subconsciously trying to sit up.

"Medic!" Weidel shouted.

Immediately, a non-commissioned officer wearing a red cross armband rushed over and began to check the gunner.

Weidel raised his head and looked at the No. 4 gun, and found that the entire gun mount had been blown crooked, and there was a huge dent in the gun shield, which showed the location where the high-explosive shell exploded.

Everything around the gun position was smashed to pieces by shrapnel, and the ammunition boxes were riddled with holes, but fortunately the shells inside did not explode.

"General!" the adjutant shouted, "get out of here!"

Before he finished speaking, new shells landed on the position.

The ANT tanks began to fire salvos at the exposed positions.

High-explosive bombs exploded one after another on the position.

Weidel hid directly in the communication trench, leaning against the wall and pressing his peaked cap with his hand.

The adjutant followed in and shouted in the midst of the gunfire: "General! Retreat!"

Weidel pushed him away: "No! I want to stay here until the end!"

"General!" The adjutant moved forward again and reached out to grab Weidel's shoulder.

This time Weidel pushed very hard, pushing the adjutant to the other side of the communication trench.

"Asshole! Haven't you figured it out? The situation of the war has changed! What awaits us now is endless holding on and retreating! I may not be the first General Plossen to die with his position, and I certainly won't be the last!" Weidel stared at his adjutant, "If you want to run, run."

After saying that, Weidel picked up the submachine gun that had just fallen to the ground, patted the mud on it, and turned on the safety.

At this moment, ammunition exploded at the No. 2 gun position not far away, and the storm blew away Weidel's peaked hat, completely exposing his balding head.

A machine gun was firing from somewhere, and the sound like tearing canvas drowned out the screams from the anti-aircraft artillery position.

Weidel, holding a submachine gun, walked along the communication trench towards the direction where the machine gun sound came from.

The adjutant struggled to get up and followed the general, completely unaware that his golden adjutant's sash had been broken by shrapnel and was hanging on his belt.

Before Weidel arrived, the machine gun went silent.

The sound of tank engines was approaching.

Weidel looked outside the communication trench and saw a tank loaded with infantry rushing through the first trench not far away.

This tank is very short, and the side of the hull feels like it has been flattened. There is only a very thin layer above the tracks, and then there is the turret.

The tank's turret was even more bizarre. It was actually an inverted pot lid, as if to distinguish it from the square Proson welded turret.

Because he was too surprised, Weidel did not realize the benefits of this cast turret for a moment, and simply thought it was funny.

After all, the turret of the tank has been square since its birth.

The Pot-Cover tank fired as it rolled over the trenches. The infantry on the back of the tank jumped off the vehicle one after another, rolled on the ground to cushion their blows, and then stood up and continued firing.

Most of the soldiers in the Military Headquarters Guard Regiment are still equipped with 98K rifles, and in close combat they are no match for the ANT soldiers who are fully armed with automatic weapons.

What's more, these Ante soldiers all have Guards cloaks, which are called "cloaked cockroaches" by veterans.

Although they are called cockroaches, no one dares to underestimate the fighting power of the veteran guards.

Even the most stubborn old Proson soldier had to admit that many of the Ant people had become terrible warriors.

Weidel raised the submachine gun in his hand and pulled the trigger hard, but the submachine gun, which had just been bathed in the mud, misfired!
After pulling the trigger several times without success, Weidel remembered that he should troubleshoot the problem and pulled the charging handle hard.

The unfired bullet in the chamber was caught by the bullet hook and flew into the air, but the bolt handle got stuck in the process of resetting.

It seems that sand has entered the bolt and mixed with the engine oil.

While Weidel was struggling with the submachine gun, a loud shout rang out in front of him: "Don't move! Surrender your guns and you won't be killed!"

The adjutant opened fire, and the pistol bullet hit the chest of the shouting Priest Ant.

The priest pulled the trigger as he fell backward, and the thread cutter made a puffing sound like a fart.

Weidel was hit by several bullets, and the medals on his chest were shattered by the "flying weight" fired by the thread cutting machine and scattered everywhere.

He was still somewhat conscious when he fell down. After all, the weight only smashed his upper body and spared his brain. Occasionally, he would linger for a few seconds at such times.

Weidel looked at the sky and suddenly thought that his wife in his hometown was also looking at the same sky.

This is a rare bit of poetry from this Prosent man who has been serious all his life.

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Podolskov drove a jeep, knocked over the sandbags blocking the road, and rushed into the "yard" surrounded by a bunch of vehicles. The gunner used an M2 Lao Gan Ma and fired at the "yard" at first, then found that there was no one in the "yard", and the bullets hit the iron plates of the vehicles.

"Wow!" Podolskov adjusted his hat, which had just been tilted while speeding, and raised his submachine gun. "These vehicles have so many antennas. Is this a headquarters?"

(Yes)

Podolskov jumped out of the jeep and ran towards the largest armored vehicle.

When he got to the door of the car, he saw the map hanging inside and shouted, "Here! There's a map inside! It must be the command vehicle!"

He quickly jumped onto the small ladder at the door of the car and got inside.

A Proson soldier rushed up with a strange cry, waving a dagger in his hand.

Podolskov knocked the dagger away with the butt of his rifle, kicked the Prosen man to the other side of the map room, and then fired a short burst of shots.

"Sukabule!" he cursed, "Should I have caught him alive?"

The gunner also came in and glanced at the dead Proson man: "Don't panic, commander. He's not an officer. He's probably an orderly or a guard. We can't get any information out of him."

Podolskov was relieved. He held up his submachine gun and looked at the maps that filled the carriage. "My goodness, what level of headquarters is this? Is it a division headquarters? This must be a division headquarters? There are so many cars with antennas outside!"

Gunner: "It's possible. Commander, didn't you learn map recognition?"

"I learned it quickly. I can understand what is on the map and I can understand the coordinates, but I have never learned the real military cartography! You want me to read the map, I can't do it!" Podolskov shook his head repeatedly, "Before the war, I was just a tractor driver!"

Just then, the phone rang.

Both of them turned around nervously, pointing their guns at the phone.

"That scared me!" Podolskov picked up the receiver, then remembered that he didn't know Prosen language, and hurriedly asked the gunner, "What do Prosen people say when they answer the phone?"

Gunner: "I don't know! In the Plossen phrase booklet issued by the front, there are only 'surrender your weapons and you will not be killed' and 'Ante troops treat prisoners well'."

Podolskov: "Hey! Surrender your weapons and we won't kill you!"

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Marshal Goron put the receiver on the phone and looked up at the newly promoted chief of staff.

Chief of Staff: "What's wrong, Marshal?"

Marshal Goron: "Asgard's Second Armored Army is finished. They reported 100 tanks this morning, a quarter of which were new Type tanks."

The chief of staff quickly turned around and gestured to his staff, and a "defeated" mark was affixed to the icon representing the Second Armored Army.

Now there are only ten staff officers in the entire army group headquarters, and their military ranks are generally very low. Even the chief of staff is only a major, and they were all temporarily dragged in from other places to make up the numbers.

Marshal Goron stared at the map, thought for a moment and said, "We must start retreating to Shepetovka. Otherwise, we will be completely surrounded by Rokossov's pincer attack."

The new chief of staff hesitated for a moment and replied, "Okay, then I'll start preparing the retreat plan!"

Marshal Goron looked at him and sighed: "You should have questioned me first and reminded me that His Majesty would not agree to retreat."

"Well, His Majesty will not agree to retreat!"

The marshal shook his head and turned to walk towards the coat rack. "Forget it, I'll move the army group headquarters to the Second Army's headquarters. That way it can at least be of some use. Prepare the vehicles! Also, notify the Second Army to prepare to retreat!"

New Chief of Staff: "Then...what about Your Majesty?"

Marshal Goron: "I'll call him, of course, at the headquarters of the Second Army."

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"The new medium tanks seemed to fight the enemy's heavy tanks on equal terms," ​​Pavlov handed the report to Wang Zhong, "but the infantrymen they carried all had rocket launchers, so they relied on the infantry's firepower to kill all the enemy's heavy tanks."

Wang Zhong looked at the report and smiled bitterly: "Using anti-tank infantry riding on the back of tanks to attack tanks, why does it feel like something that only the Bahara people can do?"

Vasily: "No, if it were the Bahara people, a whole platoon could jump off a tank. We are still not as exaggerated as them."

Wang Zhong: "Have you seen the Bahara people?"

While Barras was joining forces with the Bahara troops of the United Kingdom, Vasily was studying military staff at the military academy.

Vasily: "I heard it from someone who took part in the Baras expedition."

Pavlov coughed and brought the topic back to the topic that had gone off topic. "So far, we have almost consumed all the enemy's organized armored units. We still have some intact armored brigades, and we should be able to complete the encirclement within a few days."

Wang Zhong: "But this time, the enemy might escape, just like we escaped from the encirclement in the summer campaign last year."

Pavlov: "Yes, and this time the enemy has the railway and high-standard road built from Shepetovka, so they may be able to escape. I suggest that the frontal troops that have been holding back the attack also go into the offensive and not give the enemy a chance to organize a retreat."

Wang Zhong: "Do we have enough artillery?"

"Of course," said Pavlov.

Wang Zhong: "Then let's start tomorrow. Our soldiers have been fighting diversionary attacks for almost two weeks. They must be getting impatient."

Popov: "Of course, this is more effective than any mobilization."

(End of this chapter)