artillery arc

Chapter 737 Artillery Preparation
Captain Iverson led his shabby "squad" across a hedge in the dark and came to the low wall.

There appeared to be a road on the other side of the low wall, and not far away, behind another hedge, Plossen's anti-aircraft guns were firing.

Priest: "Shouldn't we take out the anti-aircraft guns? That would save more people from having their leg bags shot off."

Ivanson: "First, it's a blessing that the anti-aircraft shells exploded around us and only the leg bag fell off. Second, our only weapons now are my pistol and your Bible."

"The Bible can inspire the spirit and is sometimes more powerful than a gun," the pastor said solemnly, "but you are right now. The Bible is useless."

At this moment, the two heard a crisp "click" coming from the hedge behind them.

Iverson motioned to the priest not to speak, took out his prop and hit it twice, responding with two "clicks".

The next moment, a small group of people emerged from the woods. The sergeant in charge recognized Ivanson at a glance: "Captain?"

"Hello Sergeant."

Sergeant: "Captain, there is definitely something wrong with our landing point. Behind me, except for Bob, all the others are from the 101st Division. Did we land at the 101st Division's drop zone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the 101st Division replied: "But we didn't find our sergeant and captain. Maybe they landed in your drop zone."

Captain Ivanson: "You heard the noise. There is a Proson anti-aircraft gun over the hedge. Let's go over and destroy the anti-aircraft gun and see if there is a Proson deployment map. With the deployment map, we can know where we are."

Sergeant: "Using the Proson people's deployment maps is also an idea. I heard that their deployment maps are always drawn in great detail. But the question is, do you know Proson language, Captain?"

"I know a little bit. I can read maps. And I've studied their military cartography. I know how to draw their maps. Do you have any extra weapons? Give me one."

"No Captain, but you can use the captured ones after you take out the Prosen's anti-aircraft guns."

"That's it. Give me a grenade just in case."

The sergeant immediately took a grenade off his neck and handed it to Iverson.

"set off!"

After Ivanson gave the order, the soldiers of the 101st Division climbed over the low wall, crossed the road and entered the hedge on the opposite side.

Iverson himself followed over the wall, and as he passed through the hedge there was the sound of Thompson submachine gun fire and the Prosons shouting, "Agums!"

There was the sound of a grenade exploding, followed by a burst of fire from the Garand rifle.

The continuous shooting ends with a crisp "clang", which is also the characteristic of the Garand semi-automatic rifle.

The anti-aircraft guns stopped firing, and Evanson crawled through the hedge and saw the outline of the anti-aircraft guns and the Proson man lying in the gunner's position.

The sergeant ran over, stuffed an MP40 into Iverson's hand, and handed him Prosson's magazine pouch.

"Captain, your weapon."

"Thank you." Ivanson nodded, "Find the enemy's deployment map."

"it's here!"

The sound came from a brightly lit small house next to the gun position. Ivanson hurried over and saw the defense zone map hanging inside as soon as he pushed the door open.

The soldiers of the 101st Division who discovered the house stepped back to make way.

Ivanson studied Proson's map carefully and cursed, "We are neither in our division's landing zone nor in the 101st Division's. We are almost ten miles off."

Sergeant: “So what?”

"Only ten miles. We'll head for our designated camp headquarters, gathering our men along the way and killing any Prosoms we meet."

After saying that, Ivanson tore Proson's map off the wall, folded it twice and put it in his pocket.

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As Erwin Romer got into the half-track, Admiral Speer's jeep drove into the headquarters.

The admiral jumped out of the vehicle and stared at the half-track for a few seconds before rushing over: "Marshal! Marshal, you can't leave the headquarters. The resistance organization has become active and is ambushing our troops everywhere!"

"I will personally go to the 21st Armored Division and command them to launch an attack," the marshal said. "During the Carolingian Campaign, I personally commanded an armored division to the coast of Jialai. Now I will replicate this achievement."

"We can use the radio to call Unit 21! There are resistance organizations everywhere now. You should not leave the headquarters at least before dawn! Resistance organizations have advantages at night! They are familiar with the terrain and can launch a surprise attack on us!"

"The landing will begin at daybreak!"

"We will be able to restore contact with the 21st Armored Division by daybreak."

Erwin: "I'll personally command the 21st Equipment and can adapt to the situation, don't worry."

As he said this, he got into the half-track and shouted, "Let's go!"

Admiral Speer then stepped down from the pedal of the half-track vehicle, stepped back and watched the armored convoy consisting of nine half-track vehicles drive out of the headquarters compound one after another.

The admiral's adjutant consoled him, "Nine armored vehicles. The resistance organization cannot handle such a large formation of armored vehicles."

"I hope so." Admiral Speer sighed, "With the enemy at the doorstep, the commander-in-chief is personally commanding an armored division!"

Adjutant: "Maybe the Marshal wants to learn from Marshal Rokossov."

"Rokossov will definitely not go to the frontline again! Those reports about him being at the frontline are definitely fabricated, and the photos are all staged!" Admiral Schmidt waved his hand, turned around and walked quickly into the Western Front Headquarters. "With the commander away, we have to fulfill our duties. Have we restored contact with the Asgard Knights?"

Adjutant: "I don't know. I just arrived at the headquarters like you."

"Then go find out, you idiot!"

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Let Boll lead his small team to ambush on the roadside.

Vice Captain Will asked worriedly, "Are you sure there will be Prosen people walking through here?"

"Of course, we have tested it. Whenever we cut the telephone line of the Proson people, the maintenance team will pass through here and reach the midpoint of the line, so that they can test whether the break point is in the first half or the second half of the line."

Will: “Every time?”

"It happens every time. So we can ambush here and blow up the maintenance team's truck. If there is a Plosson engineer alive, we can kill him with a submachine gun."

At this time, the guerrillas on the lookout came running back and said nervously: "Oh no! Nine armored vehicles are coming!"

Jean Pol frowned: "How many?"

"I counted nine with their lights on, but I don't know how many were not."

At this time, everyone heard the engine sound of the enemy armored vehicle.

Will: "We only have fifteen people and nine armored vehicles. There are at least dozens of enemies. Do we still want to fight?"

Jean Pol took a deep breath and said, "Fight! We have the advantage of surprise attack. We will retreat when the enemy reacts! Let's not use the mines to blow up the armored vehicle in the front. Let's blow up the one in the middle. Maybe we can hit some key people!"

Will spat and shouldered his submachine gun: "Okay, I'll take two people to the front to attack the head of the armored convoy."

With that, he and the two guerrillas disappeared into the hedge.

Seeing this, the guerrillas who came to report the news turned around and left, returning to their posts.

Jean Pol picked up the detonator, gave it a final check, then turned it on and plugged in the control rod.

The sound of the armored vehicle's engine was approaching, and its headlights shone directly over here.

Jean Bol shrank his neck and tried to hide his body behind the ridge on the side of the road.

The first car drove past and the lights disappeared, but then the second car's lights came back. Boll waited until the third car passed before twisting the detonation control lever.

The explosives buried in the road exploded, and a half-track vehicle was overturned directly to the ground, sliding off the road and sliding to the bottom of the roadside ditch.

There was the sound of Sten submachine guns firing and grenades exploding.

Let Boll throw away the detonator in his hand, pick up the Sten, raise his upper body and fire at the nearest armored vehicle.

The machine gunner on the armored vehicle was shot and fell, pushing his machine gun aside and firing aimlessly into the sky. Tracer bullets sprayed into the sky like urine.

The MG42 had a very fast rate of fire, and it consumed most of the ammunition belt in one go, and then it jammed.

The Plossoms were shouting.

It was clear that they had recovered from the chaos of the initial surprise attack.

Boll heard a Prosen shout (he could understand Prosen): "The enemy doesn't look many, spread out, outflank them! Use incendiary bombs to light the bushes!"

Jean Pol: "The enemy has reacted, retreat!"

As he said this, he blew a whistle, which was the retreat signal agreed upon with everyone.

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He whistled into the hedge, reloading his gun and running.

At this moment, he heard the Prosen shout, "Go and see how the marshal is doing!"

marshal?

Jean Pol could not contain his excitement, spit out the whistle in his mouth, and shouted: "It seems that we have injured the enemy's marshal!"

"Yes, I remember that the logo on the armored vehicle seemed to be the logo of Marshal Erwin Romer!"

The marshals of Plossen all have their own emblems, the headquarters will hang corresponding flags, and the cars will also have corresponding emblems.

Jean Pol laughed: "We attacked Marshal Plossen. Even if we didn't kill him, it would definitely interfere with their command!"

At this time, the three-man team led by Will also appeared. As soon as they joined forces, they asked Jean Pol: "Why would the marshal leave his headquarters at this time? Is it just the marshal's car?"

"I heard the Plossoms yelling 'Go check on the Marshal'!"

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Marshal Erwin Romer was rescued from the armored vehicle by everyone and cursed: "Damn it! Schmidt was right! I want to go to the 21st Armored Division!"

"No, you need to go to the hospital!" The commander of the escort team said seriously, "You are seriously injured now and cannot lead the troops."

The marshal wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally fainted due to excessive blood loss.

Commander of the escort: "Go to the nearest hospital! Even the Carolingian hospital will do!"

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August 8, 3 am, Plossen Western Front Headquarters.

"The call is connected!" the communications staff reported.

General Schmidt immediately picked up the receiver: "21st Armored Division?"

"Yes," the commander of the 21st Armored Division said on the other end of the line, "We have checked all the tanks and are ready to go at any time."

"Has Marshal Romel arrived at your place?"

The commander of the 21st Armored Division hesitated for a moment: "What? Marshal? We didn't see the marshal?"

Admiral Schmidt: "He left for your place at two o'clock and should be here now!"

"If he has arrived, the person who is talking to you on the phone now should be the marshal."

Admiral Schmidt looked serious and muttered, "It's broken."

At this time, the Chief of Staff of the Plosson Army on the Western Front said: "The situation of the paratroopers' landing has been figured out. There are three main landing areas. We have captured prisoners from the United States and the United Kingdom. The numbers are the 82nd and 101st Paratrooper Divisions of the United States and the st Paratrooper Division of the United Kingdom. According to the intelligence provided by the High Command, these three divisions have at least paratroopers. ! This is an unprecedented large-scale operation!"

Admiral Schmidt said into the phone, "I'll call you later," and after hanging up, he said to the Chief of Staff, "Yes, an unprecedented operation, 50,000 paratroopers! When we captured Crete, we only deployed 10,000 paratroopers!
"At this critical moment, our commander, the great Marshal Romer, is not at the headquarters! Not at the headquarters!"

Chief of Staff: "Where is the Marshal? Hasn't he arrived at the headquarters of the 21st Unit?"

"No, no one knows where he is, or even whether he is dead or alive!" Admiral Schmidt sat down and sighed. "The good news is that the landing has not started yet. We still have a chance. Order the Coastal Defense Division to prepare for battle immediately."

Chief of Staff: "Marshal Romel ordered the Coastal Defense Division to prepare for battle before he went to the 21st Installation."

"Okay." Schmidt picked up the phone, "Connect to the 400th Coastal Defense Division of the West Wall."

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The commander of the 400th Coastal Defense Division arrived at his unit's headquarters bunker early - the headquarters of all coastal defense divisions were on the west wall.

The command bunker is the commanding height of the entire defense line. Not only can you have a panoramic view of the entire defense line, but you can also look out to the sea.

The telephone rang, and the staff officer in the fortress picked up the phone: "Hello? It's the 400th Division, yes, the division commander is here."

After saying that, the staff officer handed the receiver to the division commander: "General Schmidt from the headquarters."

"Hello, Schmidt," the division commander took the phone, "I'm in the bunker, everything is fine."

Schmidt: "Are you sure? I want you to pick up the telescope and look at the sea. If the enemy wants to land, they should start now!"

Commander: "Okay, pick up the telescope and look at the sea."

He held the receiver in one hand and the binoculars in the other: "It's quiet, nothing. The enemy is either late or they are not attacking today."

"But the paratroopers have already landed. There are 50,000 of them! There must be a big operation. I need you to confirm it again."

So the commander of the 400th Division confirmed it again.

"Nothing, the sea is calm."

Schmidt: "Well, I don't know what's going on with the enemy, but at least the landing hasn't started yet. That's strange, common sense says it should have started by now."

The commander of the 400th Division: "Then let me confirm it one last time. Maybe I will get it this time."

He slowly raised the telescope, and then his body froze.

Schmidt waited for a while and asked, "What's wrong? Speak."

The commander of the 400th Division held the receiver between his arms, rubbed his eyes with his free hands, and looked through the telescope again.

"Oh my God! Schmidt! I see 5000 ships! I see 5000 ships!"

Schmidt: "Calm down, the Allied Navy has less than 5,000 ships combined. When they mobilized all the fishing boats during Operation Dynamo, there were only about 1,000 or 2,000 ships!"

"That was five years ago! I guarantee it with my life that there are five thousand ships on the sea in front of me right now!"

(No, he was frightened.)
Schmidt: "Calm down! If the landing really begins, the enemy will prepare artillery fire. I didn't hear any artillery fire."

Before he could finish his words, the battleship's heavy guns fell on the 400th Division's position, and the floor and ceiling of the bunker began to shake.

Division Commander: "Now! Damn it, did you hear the sound of artillery preparation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of lime from the ceiling fell down and hit the commander on the head.

(End of this chapter)