artillery arc

Chapter 752 Blunt Spear
Colonel Schlieffen also saw the huge column of dust ahead.

He put down the telescope and snatched the microphone from the radio operator: "I am Colonel Schlieffen. The enemy deliberately buried so many explosives just to scare us. Keep moving forward!"

After he finished speaking, he took the headset from the radio operator and put it on his right ear. He just happened to hear the tank driver's response from the headset: "Yes, keep going."

Colonel Schlieffen was relieved, but a bad idea immediately crossed his mind, and he hurriedly said, "Deploy the battle formation and move forward!"

"Ah? Yes, we will stop and start the battle team now—"

The subordinate's words were interrupted by the explosion.

There was a chaos on the other end of the radio, and Colonel Schlieffen had to shout repeatedly: "Hello! Hello! Speak! What's going on?"

He waited a few seconds, but there was no response, so he called out again.

Finally, a startled voice came through the headset: "Another tank has stepped on a mine, Colonel!"

Colonel Schlieffen: "Stop advancing, deploy into combat formation and wait, mark the coordinates of the minefield, and I will use artillery fire to clear the way for you."

"Yes."

The colonel put down his headset and microphone, turned his head and said to the messenger: "Let the accompanying artillery deploy and use firepower to cover the minefields marked by the vanguard."

After the messenger left, Colonel Schlieffen picked up the telescope again and observed Melania's capital in the distance.

Suddenly, he laughed at himself: "Six years ago, I also observed this city in the same way. At that time, their government had fled to the United Kingdom, the commander-in-chief of the army had surrendered, but the ordinary soldiers were still resisting.

“Now, six years later, it’s like going back in time.”

The staff officer next to him immediately said: "We will gloriously capture this city just like we did six years ago."

Colonel Schlieffen remained silent and did not respond to the staff officer's flattery.

He waited for a while, then put down the telescope and looked at the watch, then cursed: "Why hasn't the artillery fire started yet? Hasn't the accompanying artillery been deployed yet? Go ask what's going on!"

Immediately, a staff officer ran away.

After waiting for a while, the staff officer came back and reported loudly: "The vanguard troops have not reported the coordinates of the minefield yet! We are stepping up our inquiries."

Colonel Schlieffen looked at his watch again, then sighed, "This is not going back in time. Six years ago, I had elite soldiers and generals under my command, but now they are all idiots!"

Everyone around was silent.

At this time, the artillery finally opened fire, and the sound of the artillery made Colonel Schlieffen's expression ease.

But his expression froze again immediately, because he heard the radio operator next to him shouting: "What? Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

Colonel Schlieffen picked up the headphones on the table, put them to his ears, and heard the vanguard shouting: "The shells are hitting us! Cease fire! The shells are hitting us! Damn it, you are hitting friendly troops!"

Colonel Schlieffen: "Cease fire! Stop the artillery! Find out who set the firing parameters and punish them by military law!"

The staff officer trotted off again, and soon the shelling stopped. The staff officer came back and reported: "The firing parameters were set according to the coordinates given by the vanguard. The vanguard's coordinates were miscalculated."

Colonel Schlieffen was silent for a long time, until the staff officer asked cautiously: "Colonel? What should we do now?"

Colonel: "Let the vanguard retreat one kilometer, and then fire at the coordinates they just reported. Use the slow-moving barrage, which will also blow up the minefield."

"Yes."

At this time the radio operator said: "General Hawke asks about the progress of the attack."

Colonel: "Tell the general that we encountered a minefield. The children he gave me were caught off guard and died in vain. We are trying to find a solution!"

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After listening to the adjutant's report, General Hawke sighed and said, "I don't want to send him such a force. But it's good to have the troops now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the confidential secretary came in with a telegram: "Report, a telegram from Admiral Steiner."

"read."

"We have retreated across the Vistula River and are setting up defenses along the river, gathering our troops and restoring our organization. As long as you capture Melania's capital and remove the Ants' bridgehead, we can set up defenses along the Vistula River."

Admiral Hawke: "Tell them we are working on it."

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Vasily glanced at the report his men had just sent him, then turned to report to Wang Zhong: "The enemy's armored forces stopped after encountering a minefield, and our observation post saw them being bombarded. Do we have an artillery group?"

Wang Zhong: "The artillery group hasn't arrived yet. We only have the armored trains entering the city now, but I didn't order them to fire. Don't you know whether I ordered them to fire or not?"

Vasily is now responsible for implementing Wang Zhong's orders. In theory, he should know every order issued by Wang Zhong.

Vasily: "That's strange. They couldn't have been bombed by their own artillery, right?"

At this time, a new report was sent in.

After reading it, Vasily raised his head and looked at Wang Zhong blankly.

Wang Zhong: "What's wrong?"

"They retreated. The Plosson armored unit hit a mine and retreated without doing anything. The observation post reported that they left behind the wreckage of three tanks and seven half-track vehicles."

Wang Zhong: "The quality of the enemy's troops has declined severely! This is probably because the veterans have been blocked around Coburg. Very good! Let the observation post find a way to confirm where the enemy has retreated to, and then ask the armored train if the shells have arrived, and see if we can kill them with a single shot."

"Yes." When Vasily was carrying out the order, the phone on the table rang.

Wang Zhong picked up the phone: "This is the city defense headquarters. Go ahead."

"Report to the Marshal, the enemy infantry is approaching from the south of the city."

Wang Zhong: "What? Are there any artillery fire prepared?"

"I... am not sure. We prepared for half an hour an hour ago, but... there was such a long gap between the infantry attack and the artillery preparation, the effect of the artillery preparation has long passed. In addition, the enemy did not have the cover of the Xu Jin barrage. I suspect there is a trick, Comrade Marshal!"

Wang Zhong quickly switched his view to the south of the city. Because he was on the phone, he could now get a view of the defense forces in this area.

The enemy's scattered lines look very unprofessional at first glance, they are too dense. Such dense "scattered" lines are only used when filming movies in order to have more people in the shot at the same time and to make the scene more grand.

Wang Zhong looked carefully at the Prosen people who made up the "scattered" line of soldiers and found that most of them were very young.

It’s a pity that his plug-in cannot directly display age, otherwise he would always feel that he would see a group of young people who are not even 18 years old.

Proson has no soldiers left to fight. This is not a joke, it is reality.

Your war potential has been exhausted! What can you use to resist my elite troops?

Wang Zhong: "Don't be afraid. Perhaps the enemy's infantry has become less competent and can no longer launch the same seamless infantry attacks as before. Hit them hard, Davarish."

"Yes!"

Wang Zhong put down the receiver and used his last remaining vision to watch the defenders' machine guns harvest the dense "scattered" lines of soldiers rushing over.

If the enemy attacks at No. 9, Wang Zhong might be in a tough battle because of insufficient bullets.

It's the 11th now, and there may still be a shortage of bullets for rifles and submachine guns, but there will be no shortage of machine gun bullets, which are supplied first.

Wang Zhong looked down at the scene of machine gun fire and felt completely relieved.

After the view disappeared, he switched back to the headquarters and said to Vasily: "You organized the defense and collected the ammunition. Good job, Comrade Vasily. I will apply for a gold star for you this time!"

Vasily couldn't close his mouth. "I have a gold star too? Send me one quickly. I'll go show off to Filippov."

Wang Zhong looked at his playful appearance and scolded, "I don't want to give it to you now! Think about it carefully. You are just doing your job as an adjutant. I won't give it to you!"

"No!" Vasily was really anxious. "The Prosens are about to lose. This is the last train! Give me one. I can do anything. At most, I won't pretend to be Filippov who is always charging at the front. I can pretend to be my wife at home, right? If you don't give me one, after the war, people will ask me: 'Vassily, you have been the adjutant of the marshal for so long, how come you didn't even get a gold star?' That would be so embarrassing!"

Wang Zhong: "You. Let me think about it, you better perform well! Before Pavlov comes up."

"Yes!"

----

Filippov was patrolling his assigned defensive position when a jeep suddenly arrived and the messenger on it shouted, "Is that Lieutenant Colonel Filippov?"

Filippov: "I'm Major Filippov, you've got the wrong person."

"That's right, you are now a lieutenant colonel. I now order you to lead the 1st Regiment of the 8th Guards Infantry Division. Congratulations on your promotion, Comrade Regimental Commander."

Filippov: "I... have only received 45 days of intensive officer training. In theory, I can only command a battalion."

The messenger said: "You are already the most capable and highest-ranking officer in your regiment. I wish you good luck, Comrade Commander."

After saying this he saluted and drove away in his jeep.

Filippov scratched his head and turned around to meet the gaze of Misha, who was accompanying him on the patrol.

Misha: "Don't worry, our regiment now has the strength of a battalion."

Many people laughed when they heard this and tried to comfort Filippov: “Yes, he still commanded a battalion and his rank was promoted.”

"Yes, you are definitely qualified as a battalion commander!"

"You are the only officer left in our regiment, so you have the final say on awarding gold stars. Give one to all the brothers!"

A true warrior dared to face the joke of hell and laughed out loud. At this time, three jeeps drove over in a row and braked in front of Filippov.

Then General Yegorov jumped out of the car and asked: "Is this our defense zone?"

Filippov: "What's wrong with you?"

"The division commander can ride on a tank and charge in person? I can't come? I only came after I made all the arrangements and confirmed everything was in place! If I don't make the arrangements, the division commander will scold me." Yegorov patted Filippov on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't steal your uniform."

Filippov: "Don't be like that. The guerrillas are inexperienced. They just distributed all the guns in the arsenal after liberating the whole city. There are many bad elements with weapons in this city. It's very dangerous for you to take only a few people with you!"

Yegorov: "Humph! Just a bunch of bad elements. If I encounter them, I will lead a few people and personally defeat them all and kill them all! Back in Roniezh, when the division commander ordered a bayonet charge, I charged without saying a word and broke up the Proshen Army in its heyday. Would I be afraid of a few bad elements?"

Filippov: “This…”

"You don't understand. For those of us who followed the division commander, the bullets just flew around us. Look at the division commander commanding that tank. Prosen now has plenty of weapons that can penetrate it, but it came back intact. Even Podolskov, who was firing anti-aircraft machine guns outside, was fine. Not even a scratch!"

After saying this, Yegorov patted Filippov on the shoulder.

"Don't worry."

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Filippov sighed and changed the subject: "Where are you going? The marshal's headquarters is in the headquarters of the enemy Melania's occupation army."

"No, no, no," Yegorov waved his hands repeatedly, "I won't go to the headquarters, or I'll be scolded by the division commander. I'm going to patrol around and see who of you needs help, and solve your problems directly. When the enemy counterattacks and breaks into the city, I will personally command a machine gun to stop them!"

Filippov: "Isn't it a bit of a waste of your talent for a general to personally command a machine gun?"

"Isn't it a waste of talent for a marshal to personally command a tank?" Yegorov asked in return.

Filippov: "But the fact that the marshal personally led the tank charge really boosted our morale."

"Won't your morale be boosted when I command the machine guns?"

Filippov shook his head. “No, we’re only concerned about your safety.”

"What about the Marshal's safety?"

Before Filippov could reply, Misha next to him replied: "He is the marshal, a living saint, and is protected by the angel of Saint Andrew. Some of us have even seen him. The angel is wearing armor and has six silver spikes on his head."

Yegorov: "What? You really saw it? Damn, I want to see it too. The division commander never takes me with him when he charges, he just charges on his own. Sukabulie, next time I hear he's charging, I'll charge too, and leave all the messes of the headquarters to the chief of staff."

Filippov and his companions looked at each other.

At this time, the sound of machine gun fire was heard from the south of the city.

Yegorov: "The enemy is coming? Why is there no artillery fire prepared?"

Filippov: "We had one in the morning, which lasted about 30 minutes."

"How long ago was it fought?" Yegorov asked again.

"About an hour ago."

Yegorov touched his forehead and said, "During the artillery preparation more than an hour ago, we even transported the wounded down here. I guess the seriously injured have all undergone surgery. Isn't this the same as if there was no artillery bombardment?"

Filippov: "I don't know, maybe a new tactic of the Prosen people?"

"You prepare well. I'll go to the south to check out the situation." Yegorov said and was about to leave.

Filippov stopped him and said, "No, the troops in the south are not ours. It would be a mess if you lead them yourself. You should go to the marshal's headquarters."

"No, I won't go. If I go I'll be criticized! I'll go to the front and see what's going on."

After saying that, Yegorov jumped into the jeep and directed the driver to drive south.

Filippov: "It's broken. Give me the walkie-talkie. I need to inform the marshal!"

Misha: "Use the phone. It's been so long."

----

Wang Zhong: "Yegorov went to the south of the city? That's outrageous! Thank you for your report, Comrade Filippov."

He hung up the phone and said to Vasily, "Send someone with a walkie-talkie to the south of the city to find Yegorov."

Vasily: "Ah? He's here? I didn't get any notification."

Wang Zhong: "I'm sure they've given orders to the headquarters not to talk about it. Send someone to find Yegorov and call me on the walkie-talkie. Use this frequency. Use this frequency."

Wang Zhong tore off a piece of note paper, wrote a string of numbers on it, and handed it to Vasily.

"Okay." Vasily gave the order immediately.

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Melania Capital, South City, September 9, 11 hours.

"Shoot, scale 500, shoot hard!" Yegorov squatted next to the machine gun, holding a telescope, and personally directed the machine gun.

At this time, a jeep drove up to the door of the building where the machine gun was located, and the messenger in the car held up the walkie-talkie: "General Yegorov, the marshal wants to see you."

Yegorov: "Just say you didn't find me! Scale 400, shoot!"

Messenger: "The marshal said that if you don't answer the phone, you will be punished to go to the Far East to prepare for the war against the Fuso Empire."

Yegorov put down the telescope, sighed, turned and went downstairs.

Thirty seconds later, he appeared downstairs and took the walkie-talkie listlessly: "This is Yegorov, go ahead."

"Good job, Yegorov!" Marshal Rokosov's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Come to my headquarters! Now, immediately! Otherwise, I will transfer you back to be the director of the clothing factory!"

"Hey, aren't we going to the Far East to prepare for a war against the Fuso Empire?"

"Bullshit, you who keep disobeying orders, forget about going back to the front line! Go home to your wife and children!"

"Oh... Master, you did it too!"

"Still talking back! Get back to my headquarters right now! Right now! If I don't see you in thirty minutes, you'll be back in charge of the clothing factory!"

----

Thirty minutes later, the former Melania occupation army headquarters is now the city defense headquarters.

When Wang Zhong heard Yegorov's loud voice coming from the door, he looked up and watched the bear-like guy walk in.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded.

Yegorov: "Come and confirm the situation on the battlefield!"

"Confirm the battlefield situation? Are there any of your troops here?"

"Yes, Filippov's regiment. I've even met them! This regiment suffered heavy losses. I feel so sad. Filippov has even been promoted to the head of the regiment!"

Wang Zhong: "Would you like to tell me why Filippov was promoted to the head of the regiment?"

Yegorov fell silent.

Wang Zhong: "Because the original regiment commander, deputy regiment commander, regiment staff and regiment chaplain have all died! I think you want to replace the commander of the entire group army!"

"Do you want to change the commander of every front?" Yegorov asked back.

"you!"

Yegorov: "You are charging like this and you still want us to stay behind. That's unrealistic. I think the miners will be coming up soon."

Wang Zhong: "General Eugene is not like you! He fights steadily and cautiously! I tell you, if I need to send someone to a critical place, I will definitely send Eugene!"

"Why?"

"think it yourself!"

Yegorov glanced at the side and said, "When His Majesty the Tsar encounters a critical moment, he should also send Marshal Gorky, right?"

Wang Zhong: "You're still excited! Sit down, you can't go anywhere today!"

Yegorov sat down dejectedly, and then said, "Then I want to eat pig stomach chicken."

Wang Zhong: "Hold on! My Seris kitchen team hasn't come up yet! Vasily, give him some pickles!"

Vasily: "This is Melania, not so many pickles. How about some Melania dumplings?"

Yegorov: “That’s fine!”

Wang Zhong: “You’ve even eaten it!”

Yegorov spread his hands and said, "What else?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "Give him dumplings."

Vasily: "Okay, a plate of Melania dumplings!"

(End of this chapter)