artillery arc

Chapter 770 Giant Rat Attacks
While Wang Zhong and the Seris representative were drinking and chatting happily, Filippov was leading his troops into the new village.

Skana Village, 49 km from the center of Plosenia.

Filippov was the regiment commander. When he entered the village, it had already been captured two hours ago.

A group of prisoners were digging a pit in the open ground next to the village.

Filippov patted the driver on the shoulder: "Stop."

The jeep stopped next to the prisoners who were digging a pit.

"Priest!" Filippov called to the guards, "what are you doing?"

"Let them bury their comrades. We can't just leave the bodies there, right? We thought about burning them in a pile, but it's getting dark, and that would be a very obvious indicator of the artillery."

The priest paused and said, "Don't worry, Comrade Commander, we will not execute the prisoners, even though they forced our comrades to dig a hole for themselves and then killed them all!"

Filippov nodded and signaled to the driver to continue.

The jeep drove into the village at a rapid speed.

Filippov cursed as he looked at the bodies of women and children hanging from the eaves.

At this time, his signalman asked: "Captain, why are all the people hanged women and children?"

"The men are either dead or already in the People's Self-Defense Forces. In my opinion, they have it all their own fault. Don't sympathize with them, not at all!" said Filippov.

Signalman: "But doesn't that mean that the people of Plossom are the ones we can unite with?"

Filippov: "Yes, the Marshal and Patriarch Belinsky said so. But we do not consider those with guns to be the people of Proshen."

The jeep drove to the center of the village.

Every village in Plossom seemed to be like this, centered around the church, village hall and post office.

But there is one more thing in the center of the village: the gallows.

Filippov was very curious, so he stopped the car in front of the gallows and asked the old man next to him: "What's the matter with this gallows?"

Old man: "What's going on?"

Filippov: "Other bodies were just hanging from the eaves and street lamps. There was no special gallows!"

The old man said, "Oh, you're asking about the gallows. This is a gallows specially built to hang traitors. After they are hanged, they are hung here for public display. But later, there were too many traitors, so they were just hung everywhere."

Filippov said "Oh" and then asked: "Are there really so many traitors?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know, maybe there is."

At this time, the commander of the battalion that led the vanguard to occupy the village came over and saluted Filippov: "Report to the regiment commander, the whole village has been searched, and no hidden Prosen soldiers were found. According to the confessions of the residents, the enemy has retreated."

Filippov returned the greeting and asked, "How are the residents doing? Do they have enough supplies?"

A battalion commander: "They are short of iron utensils, which they said were all donated to the country. Coffee, cigarettes and other daily necessities are also in short supply. Many people are malnourished, and dozens of cases of night blindness have been reported to us, almost everyone has it."

Filippov nodded. "Tell them that the church will come and solve all these problems. Until then, we can only give them some cans of Spam."

"Yes."

Filippov was about to ask other questions when the battalion commander suddenly said, "It's less than fifty kilometers, Comrade Commander."

Although Filippov didn't hear clearly what the battalion commander asked, he guessed it and continued smoothly: "Yes, less than 50 kilometers. When I was a child, my grandfather took me to the market and we had to walk such a long distance. The distance between us and the heart of the enemy's capital is only the distance of a market."

As he spoke, Filippov looked towards the southwest, his sights falling on the post office in the southwest.

Everyone around him also looked towards the southwest.

----

Prothenia, the main entrance square of the Royal Palace.

The 36 teenagers formed neat rows and tried hard to imitate the adults by holding their heads high.

Emperor Plossom was reviewing them.

"How old are you?" The emperor stopped in front of a young man.

"Ten years old, your majesty!"

The emperor asked again: "How many Ante tanks were destroyed?"

"Three." The boy hesitated for a moment, then said, "They are not tanks, but three enemy armored vehicles."

The emperor turned around and asked his attendant: "What's going on?"

"Three tanks, your majesty."

Boy: "It's an armored vehicle. It has a turret, but it runs on wheels."

The ANT troops were equipped with a considerable number of Greyhound armored vehicles. As reconnaissance units, the young man should have hit these forward reconnaissance units.

The emperor looked a little disappointed and murmured, "Three armored vehicles," "Not tanks."

Boy: "I will destroy the tank! I will!"

The emperor looked at him, smiled, and gently stroked the boy's head with his hand: "I know you can do it. Destroying three armored vehicles is also a good achievement. At least ten invaders who invaded our country were eliminated by you! This cross is what you deserve, kid."

At this time, the officer in charge of the ceremony stepped forward and said, "It's not time to award the medals yet, Your Majesty."

The emperor shouted hysterically: "I said I would award him a medal! Bring me the medal!"

The child was frightened and subconsciously tried to step back, but the emperor held his head down.

The box of crosses was brought over, and the officer picked out the one that should be awarded to the ten-year-old child and handed it to the emperor. The emperor roughly pinned the cross on the child's neck, rubbed his head vigorously, and then walked to the next child.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve! Your Majesty, I actually destroyed a Sherman tank! And I escaped under enemy infantry fire!"

"Well done, kid, you did a great job!"

The emperor said this and stretched out his hand to the side.

The officer hastened to hand over the cross.

The medal awarding ceremony, whose rhythm was disrupted, went on in a muddled manner.

After all 36 medals were awarded, the air raid sirens sounded as if they had been calculated accurately.

The Allies may have stopped bombing Prothenia in the last two weeks in order to prevent Ant from advancing too quickly.

But the bombing by the Ant Air Force intensified.

Compared with the Allied high-altitude carpet bombing, the Ante Air Force's attacks were mainly based on dive bombing, which was more accurate and sometimes more lethal.

The Ants also like to hang whistles on their planes, so when the planes dive, there will be a very sharp scream, which the Prosen people fearfully call the death scream.

The moment the air raid alarm sounded, some of the children in the line wanted to run, but when they saw that everyone else was standing proudly, they stopped and continued to stand.

Many guards rushed up to surround the emperor and wanted to take him into the underground passage, but the emperor shouted at them, "Don't panic! The Ante Air Force will definitely attack our supply center and distribute leaflets! Their goal is to keep this damn cannibalism going!
"As long as our decisive battle chariots take action and drive them back to the other side of the Oder River, they will be quiet!"

At this time, a sharp scream came from the air, and it was obvious that Ant's dive bomber began to dive.

The sound of anti-aircraft guns and the shrieks of air defense sirens were all drowned out by the howling of death.

The emperor couldn't help but look up: "A few years ago, this was the source of fear for the enemy! In just four years, it has turned into a death sentence for us!"

"Your Majesty! Go quickly! The children can't leave unless you do!"

The emperor then allowed his guards to drag him into the underground passage.

The officer in charge of the ceremony then ordered the children: "Turn right and run into Tunnel 445 outside the palace!"

The children then ran towards the palace gate.

There were explosions nearby, apparently a bomb had hit.

As soon as you walk out of the magnificent gate of the palace, you can see the huge fireball caused by the two thousand pound bomb.

Suddenly, the Ant bomber, having completed dropping bombs, flew towards the team.

It is said that these bombers were originally fighters, but they serve as bombers because of their extremely powerful engines and large take-off weight.

After dropping their bombs they would always fire a barrage of fire from the eight machine guns on their wings.

The officer in charge had already laid down and found a fire hydrant on the side of the road as cover.

Before the children remembered to lie down, bullets were fired from the air.

The 12.7mm bullets hitting the ground stirred up dust one meter high, like a sudden fence.

The fence runs across the team.

The child who was hit was instantly covered in blood.

However, because the bullet is so powerful, when it penetrates the body, it may not have time to roll inside the body, and it takes out a lot of energy.

Even so, the bullet still left a horrific wound.

The child who was shot in the arm lost his entire arm, the child who was shot in the shoulder lost his entire shoulder, and the one who was shot in the body was the worst off, falling to the ground with his organs falling out of the hole left by the bullet.

A wave of strafing killed most of the 36 young "imperial heroes", and their promise to the emperor was forever shattered.

----

Emperor Proson returned to his office cursing.

At this time, General Franz, who replaced General Moltke who had fled to the vicinity of Coburg as the director of armored forces, stepped forward and saluted: "Your Majesty, the Maus tank has been repaired and is advancing towards the enemy's deepest troops!"

The emperor was overjoyed: "Is it repaired?"

"Yes. Also dispatched are 14 Jagdpanzer tank destroyers from the Youth Division and the 336th Armored Grenadier Regiment!"

The emperor was delighted: "Very good! This time we will definitely drive the enemy back! The Maus tank will crush the enemy like crushing an eggshell!
"Who is the crew driving the tank?"

"It's Captain Wiseman's crew."

The emperor was stunned: "Who is that?"

"It's Captain Wiseman, the first graduate of the latest class of Armored Corps cadets!"

Emperor: "Where is our tank ace? Where is Wittmann?"

"Dead, in Caen."

Emperor: "Alto Ka..."

"Seriously injured, recovering, Your Majesty."

The emperor mentioned several names in succession, and the director of armored forces answered them fluently: dead, seriously injured, surrounded in Coburg, in short, no one could drive these two Maus tanks that represented the hope of the empire.

The emperor sat down dejectedly: "Well, if a rookie who just graduated can also achieve results, it means that our weapons are very efficient!"

(End of this chapter)