artillery arc

Chapter 773 Disintegration
Seeing that the giant tank had been destroyed, Plossen's Panzergrenadier Regiment began to retreat.

So Filippov went to see the spoils in a jeep.

Reporter Mike had finished "interviewing" the surrendered armored soldiers and pointed at Filippov and said, "Come and have a chat with the regimental commander, who was also a student on the battlefield."

The two Proson armored soldiers looked at Filippov and looked at the medal on his chest with fear.

It was not the first time that Filippov had felt the intimidation of these medals.

Sure enough, everything the Marshal did had his reasons.

"Hello, let me introduce this huge car!" said Filippov.

"Um, this is our Type 188 tank, codenamed Maus, with a total weight of tons."

Filippov: "Oh, you really made a huge piece of waste."

The Proson armored soldier got angry when he heard this and retorted loudly: "No, this is the pride of Proson technology, it even blocked your magic arrows!

"You have won by using despicable tactics. If you send out tanks to fight us, we will destroy all your tanks and remain unscathed!"

Filippov: “But this is war. At the beginning of the war, you taught us the value of combining multiple arms. Marshal Rokossov even wrote a book to discuss your combined arms tactics.

"Now you are emphasizing the one-on-one combat of a single type of soldier. I think Proson's military theory has degenerated to the level of an infant!"

Reporter Mike: "Comrade Commander is right!"

The Proson armored soldier opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything to refute.

Just then, Filippov heard the sound of tank engines.

He turned around and saw a column of marching tanks passing through the village and heading towards this side.

Filippov muttered, "I didn't receive any notification that our tank troops would be coming!"

And they were medium tanks. After crossing the river, the fighting took place in densely populated areas, and the tank units participating in the battle were mainly heavy tanks. The armored brigades equipped with medium tanks should be deployed in the upper reaches of the Oder River and on the border further south, ready to break through the front line and outflank Prothenia from the rear.

This plan is a backup plan for the current infiltration and occupation plan. If it is not possible to gradually occupy Prothenia through infiltration, the regular offensive will be launched in March next year, first encircling the entire Prothenia and then attacking in the centripetal direction.

Filippov abandoned his prisoners and headed for the approaching medium tanks.

The tank at the head of the platoon drove all the way to Filippov before stopping. The tank commander, with his upper body exposed on the turret, asked, "Comrade Commander, is the road ahead leading to Proshenya?"

Filippov: "Yes, which unit are you from?"

"The 18th Guards Armored Brigade. You should have heard of us. We are General Woz's troops."

Filippov: "No, there are so many war heroes that we can't possibly know every one of them."

The commander was about to answer when he heard the movement of the jeep. He looked back and said, "The general is here. You will be impressed by him."

A jeep with a general's emblem drove up to Filippov, and a brigadier general got out of the jeep and looked at Filippov: "Why are you blocking us?"

Filippov: "I have not received any notification that armored forces will be coming."

"We heard that you were hit by an armored counterattack, so we rushed here." The general glanced behind Filippov. "It seems that you have repelled the counterattack - what is that?"

Filippov: "The enemy's new weapons."

"My God, it's so big." said the general, whose chest was covered with medals.

It seems that everyone's first reaction when they see Proshen's new weapon is "It's so big."

At this time, Filippov suddenly noticed that the brigadier general actually only had one hand, so he couldn't help but said, "Comrade Brigadier General, you have lost your left hand, and they actually let you return to the front line."

The Brigadier General smiled and said, "They didn't let me come back, but I told Marshal Gorky that when the war started, I was the only one left in the 32st Battalion of the nd Armored Division. We have to have someone to go into Prothenya, right? The Marshal agreed!"

Filippov: "You have also been fighting since the beginning of the war?"

"Yes, on June 6, I led my T22 to attack the Prosens. Our troops were poorly synthesized. Although we destroyed many enemy tanks, we were forced back by infantry and artillery."

The brigadier general stopped and looked at the new weapons of the Prosons, and sighed: "Now it is our turn to rely on synthesis to bully the armored forces of the Prosons. Times have really changed."

The Brigadier General's words about the passage of time are a very difficult phrase, and it is highly likely that an Ant person who graduated from the tenth grade would not understand them.

Filippov: “You are quite artistic.”

"I wanted to be a teacher." The brigadier general smiled, "Maybe after everything is over. So, Comrade Commander, do you still want to stop us? We have our own accompanying infantry and can handle any situation."

Filippov glanced at the tanks filled with infantry and thought, of course I know you have accompanying infantry.

Brigadier General: "Look, we also have the latest infantry fighting vehicles equipped with machine guns to mop up enemy infantry, and anti-aircraft vehicles with twin 37mm machine guns. We can handle all situations."

Filippov: "I saw the brigadier general, but I still have to wait for the notification from the division headquarters--"

The messenger ran over and saluted Filippov: "Report, the division headquarters has ordered the 18th Guards Tank Brigade and its accompanying troops to go to your headquarters to support you. Once the enemy's counterattack is eliminated, the 18th Guards Tank Brigade will continue to advance."

Brigadier General: "Look, the order is coming."

Filippov saluted the brigadier general and said, "I am sorry for taking up your time. I wish you a successful start."

After saying that, he stepped aside.

Brigadier General: "You are also fulfilling your duties."

After saying that, the brigadier general jumped into the jeep, and then the jeep actually took the lead and drove towards Prothenia.

Filippov suddenly felt that this behavior was inexplicably familiar.

The commander of the medium tank shouted to the brigadier general's jeep: "General! You shouldn't be the first one to go! Go! Start Manny quickly, we have to catch up with the general!"

Then the tank started up and chased their one-armed general.

Filippov watched the huge column of tanks rushing towards Prothenya.

Robert Capa seemed to have lost interest in the Maus tank and kept pressing the shutter at the advancing Ant armored forces.

Reporter Mike came up to Filippov and asked, "Aren't you going to report this good news to the marshal?"

Filippov slapped his thigh and said, "Yeah! I forgot about that!"

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The headquarters of the Ante front is 66 kilometers from the center of Plosenia.

Pavlov: "The distance between your headquarters and the front line has been shortened to 30 kilometers. If we continue like this, we will be ahead of General Eugene's headquarters! Isn't this forcing the senior headquarters to move forward? If there are casualties among senior officers, you will be responsible!"

Wang Zhong: "But you should also see that I pushed forward and kept the troops enthusiastic. Enthusiasm is very important now!"

Nellie: "Would you like milk in your coffee?" Wang Zhong: "Less milk, less sugar. Thank you."

Nellie put the prepared coffee in front of Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong: "What's wrong with such a beautiful cup?"

Nellie: "The local people gave it to us as a token of their gratitude to our army."

Wang Zhong picked up the cup and examined it. "No robbery? Are you sure it's not an antique? If it is, it should be returned to Comrade Plosson. It is a treasure of their country."

Nellie: "I'll ask for clarification."

At this time, Wang Zhong's new adjutant rushed into the room: "Marshal, the troops reported that they had captured a 188-ton giant tank!"

"88 tons is not particularly huge," Popov said.

"It's 188 tons!"

Popov was shocked: "What? Such a heavy tank didn't sink into the ground?"

"no!"

Wang Zhong drank the coffee in one gulp and stood up: "Okay, I have to go and see for myself."

"You can't go anywhere!" Pavlov raised his voice, "Send a tractor to pull the tank back, and watch carefully!"

Wang Zhong had no choice but to sit down again.

Nellie: "Another cup of coffee?"

"No, forget it." Wang Zhong scratched his neck.

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November 11, the Royal Palace bunker in the center of Prothenia.

Emperor Proson finished his breakfast with great interest, entered his office, and glanced at the map on his desk.

Then he asked the duty officer puzzledly: "When was the map updated?"

"Just updated." The staff officer replied.

Emperor: "Why did the front line move in our direction? Where is my armored counterattack? Where is the counterattack launched by the Maus tanks? It should have crushed the enemy's attack and recaptured the enemy-occupied town, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, other generals filed into the room. Marshal Celtic, who was walking in front, had obviously heard the emperor's complaint in its entirety, and replied: "The Maus tank was destroyed by the enemy's infantry's close-range explosion."

"What?" the emperor exclaimed, "What is the purpose of accompanying the infantry? Just watch the empire's precious decisive weapon being destroyed by the enemy?"

Marshal Celtic: "The accompanying infantry was suppressed by the enemy's artillery fire and could not keep up with the tanks."

Emperor: "Didn't the tanks stop and wait with the infantry for the artillery fire to overwhelm them?"

"According to the report of the 336th Panzergrenadier Regiment, no. They rushed towards the enemy-occupied village under fire."

At this time, someone said, "At least you have courage."

The temperature in the room immediately dropped to freezing point, and everyone shut their mouths, not daring to speak.

The emperor was silent for a few seconds, then confirmed again: "So, the latest technology of the Imperial Army, our decisive weapon, has now become the enemy's spoils of war?"

Marshal Celtic: "It became Rokossov's spoils of war."

The emperor sat there, as if petrified at that moment.

Finally, he said: "Rokossov has no shortage of this trophy, I think he has too much trophies to spare.

"We were a bit too hasty. We should have waited for Steiner to organize a counterattack force before sending in the Maus tanks to counterattack together."

The emperor kept his head down while saying this. After he finished speaking, he raised his head and asked in a slightly brisk tone:
"Is there any news from the Atomic Research Institute? When can we test-explode? Is it feasible to take the prototype directly to the battlefield and detonate it?"

Several doctors from the Academy of Military Sciences looked at each other in bewilderment.

Finally, the president of the Academy of Military Sciences reported tremblingly: "We have not yet accumulated a critical mass of weapons-grade radioactive materials. In fact, our scientists have suggested that the data left by Dr. Heisenberg may be wrong. The critical mass to trigger a chain reaction is much larger. We may never be able to build an atomic bomb."

The emperor was silent for a few seconds, then asked the royal steward: "Have the new typist candidates arrived? I need a typist."

The previous typist committed suicide because he couldn't bear the pressure.

The steward: "It has arrived. Your Majesty, you can choose the one you like at any time."

The emperor nodded, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and twitched slightly. It was unknown whether it was a side effect of taking too many awakening drugs or a psychological effect.

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The ANT Army Psychological Warfare Command is 56 kilometers from the center of Prothenia.

Vasily put down the latest leaflet: "No, this is useless. The enemy should be tired of seeing leaflets. Now is the time to take more radical measures.

"Didn't Stas say he would send someone over? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

"Are you waiting for us?" A voice with a thick Ant accent floated from the direction of the door.

Vasily looked over and saw a group of people dressed in black clerical robes.

"How can you wear priest's clothes? We have captured a lot of military uniforms, you can choose the suitable ones to wear. In addition, we have prepared the documents. Now we have penetrated the enemy's defense line and there are fleeing enemy soldiers everywhere. You will not arouse suspicion if you hold the fake documents."

Vasily stood up and walked in front of the Stas people.

"We are all from Prothenia," the leading bishop said. "No one knows our hometown better than us. We can definitely blend in with the enemy."

Vasily: "Really? That's the best. Your mission is to incite war-weariness, to make the soldiers desert and go home, or to make them revolt on the battlefield. Even if you can't do that, spreading rumors about Rokossov will be of great benefit!"

Bishop: "We promise to complete the mission and dismantle the enemy's defenses."

Vasily: "This is to enable your motherland to rise from the ruins as soon as possible. The marshal himself composed the melody and lyrics of that song. I arranged the music. Do you know how to sing it? You can try to teach them to sing it in the place where the Plossen soldiers gather privately.

"Remember, even if you are discovered, it is still valuable because it will make the Prosen people - sorry, the false emperor's believers suspicious of the defeated soldiers and accelerate their collapse."

Bishop: "We will redeem our compatriots who have been deceived by the false emperor's lies and guide them to the path pointed out by Saint Andrew."

Vasily: "Yes, that's right. Hurry up and change your clothes and get your ID. Our team will help you disperse and infiltrate the enemy-occupied areas. After that, it's all up to you!"

The clergy of Stas shouted in unison: "For the glory of Saint Andrew, long live the living saint!"

(End of this chapter)