artillery arc

Chapter 703 This city is Rokossov

2300, on the road to Bogdanovka.

"Commander!" The scouting troops in front came back on motorcycles and said to Major Hausen, the commander of the 504th Independent Tank Destroyer Battalion of Plossen, "We have advanced one kilometer and have seen Hill 171. We have not been ambushed yet."

Major Hausen pursed his lips and said, "How is that possible! The Ante motorized troops rushing in front of us will definitely ambush us. That is the most suitable ambush location!"

The scout on a motorcycle said: "They are Rokossov's troops. Rokossov likes to violate our military common sense, Major."

Major Hausen pondered for a few seconds and nodded: "That makes sense."

The two scouts on the motorcycle looked at each other.

Major Howson noticed this detail and said, "Well, you two will go at the front of the column until we pass the high ground."

The two scouts' eyes widened with fear on their faces.

Major Hausen pounded hard on the top armor of the battle room: "Assholes! You two didn't follow my orders! Those who disobey orders on the battlefield should be shot on the spot! But I want you to be the vanguard 100 meters in front of the entire battalion!

"Remember, at a distance of 100 meters, I can kill you with my anti-aircraft machine gun. Don't even think about running away!"

The two scouts were silent: "We won't...we..."

Major Hausen: "If our battalion arrives safely at Bogdanovka, you two will be innocent, and no one will report your actions to the military police."

The two scouts looked at each other, and the one driving the car turned around and drove back along the same route they had just come.

Major Hausen picked up the microphone and said, "The rest is over. Those who have not completed the inspection can choose to stay for inspection. The others will continue to move forward at full speed."

At this time, the commander of the No. 3 Assault Gun Battalion said: "We are tracked vehicles, so we don't have to take the main road. Although it will be slower, we can bypass the enemy's ambush."

Major Howson: "You have a point. We can avoid the danger zone and get back to the main road."

At this time, the leader of the lead car said, "But the two scouts have already gone."

Major Howson: "Ignore them. Lead car, turn left off the road, take Kalinno, and bypass Hill 171."

"Yes."

The engine sounded, and Major Howson saw the lead car turn and drive off the road.

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Captain Short stood in the newly dug foxhole, observing the distance through a telescope.

To be honest, it's cloudy tonight and the lighting is poor, so the telescope is basically useless. It's pitch black and I can't see anything.

At this time, the guerrillas wearing felt hats jumped into Captain Short's trench with Molotov cocktails.

Captain: "You can't throw Molotov cocktails here. It's too far away."

"You mean this? No, no, this is a drink for both of us." As he said this, the guerrilla pulled out the cloth soaked in alcohol from the head of the Molotov cocktail, put it in his mouth, took two sips and spit it out, then took a big sip from the bottle mouth.

Captain Short: "Is this the right way to drink it?"

"Why not? It can't be lit without strong liquor! This is good liquor! The one we usually drink is that kind of Prosun beer that tastes like horse urine."

"You guys still drink Prosom beer?"

"That's right. I tell you, Commander Prosen stationed in Bogdanovka is a wonderful man. He secretly cooked the accounts to get by, and even colluded with us to resell the supplies. If he is exposed, he will come to us for a big fight!"

Captain Short was shocked: "There are such Prosen people?"

"Yes, he always said that we were going to fail anyway, so we might as well enjoy ourselves. He was like this when he first took office in Bogdanovka. I tell you, he even secretly read Marshal Rokossov's pamphlet and thought the marshal was right.

"I heard from him that there is also an organization within Prosom, called something like Valkyrie or the Order of the Phoenix."

Captain Short frowned: "Valkyrie and Order of the Phoenix are not the same word in Prosang? The pronunciation is very different!"

"You also know Prosan language?" "My grandfather's father was a Prosan. At that time, many Prosan nobles were driven to Ant by the conqueror, and he was one of them."

"No wonder your name is Shorter, it's not the name of a saint."

The names of the Ant people are all based on the months, and most of them are names of saints or related to religion, so you can tell whether it is an "original" Ant person just by looking at the name.

The guerrilla fighter held out his hand: "I am the captain of the divisional guerrilla unit. I have been fighting behind enemy lines for two years."

"First year of enlistment." Captain Short shook the guerrilla leader's hand.

This is also Ant's unique way of greeting people now. He says the year he joined the battle. The earlier he joins, the more respected he is.

"Have some?" The guerrilla leader handed the Molotov cocktail to Captain Short.

The captain took it, took a sip, and immediately frowned, feeling the burning sensation going down his esophagus.

The guerrilla leader patted the captain on the back and said, "Hahahaha, I can tell from your expression that you don't drink often. Your family has been in Ant for more than a hundred years, and it's rare that you haven't become a drunkard yet."

Captain Short: "Is this rare? I heard that Marshal Rokossov doesn't drink much either (actually because he is a Serbian)."

"Really?" The captain was shocked. "We often listen to Yebao's radio, and the radio says he is a genuine Ant person."

Captain Short: "It is well known among the marshal's troops that he does not drink much."

At this time, the sound of an engine was heard in the distance, followed by a burst of submachine gun fire.

Captain Short put down the Molotov cocktail and picked up the submachine gun.

At this time, someone ran over quickly: "Report! We destroyed a motorcycle, injuring one and killing one!"

Soon the injured Proson man was brought over. He was wearing the leather jacket of the Proson motorcycle unit and seemed to be a scout.

"I speak Proson." The local priest came over and asked in Proson, "How long will it take for the assault gun unit behind you to arrive?"

"They left the road and didn't follow us," the Plosson said. "We were sent here to die because we disobeyed orders and didn't conduct reconnaissance."

The priest cursed: "Sukkabile."

Guerrilla leader: "Nolinka, we also have a detachment in Nolinka, I want to make a phone call!"

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Major Howson could already see the outline of Nolinka ahead.

After passing through this small village, you can drive on the small road. Although it is not as wide and of such high quality as the main road, it can still run at a good speed.

This way you can escape.

He relaxed slightly.

His troops drove into the village one after another, gradually filling the village road in the center of the village.

At this moment, the lights in the surrounding houses suddenly lit up, and Molotov cocktails flew out from the second floors and roofs of the buildings like raindrops.

Major Hausen was shocked: "What?"

Before he could pick up the anti-aircraft machine gun to resist, a black shadow leaped down and landed on the top armor of the tank.

The black shadow held the PPSh and fired at Major Hausen at close range.

The major covered his chest and opened his eyes wide, trying to see the attacker's face clearly, but he was horrified to find that it was Rokossov.

This must be an illusion - with this thought in mind, he fell into a dream from which he would never wake up.

(End of this chapter)