artillery arc

Chapter 778 Don Quixote
The position of the 14st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Artillery Division is kilometers from the center of Plosenia.

This is actually a residential area, but a few days ago, the napalm bomb dropped by the bomber in Figure 4 caused a fire, burning down an entire area of ​​wooden and brick houses, turning it into a "white land".

The 400 heavy artillery pieces and ammunition trucks of the st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Artillery Division were arranged in this open space at an astonishing density.

The smallest of these cannons is 152 mm in caliber, and more than half are 203 mm B4 heavy howitzers, which are now called "Rokosov's Hammer".

It is said that the captured Gustav railway gun was also sent to the front line, but it was too troublesome to deploy, and the front artillery command rejected the proposal to use this heavy artillery.

After receiving the order, the commander of the 4st Guards Artillery left the artillery command vehicle, walked all the way to the oldest B heavy artillery in the division, and climbed onto the tracks of the artillery.

"Davarishi!" The division commander put his hand on the barrel of the cannon and touched the last letter of the red word on the gun. "This is the first cannon named Rokossov's Hammer! He once roared at the enemy in the city of Loktov!"

The division commander paused and glanced over the faces of his men.

There are far more veterans in the artillery corps than in the infantry, and many of them have medals on their chests.

"It was broken three times! And three times it was repaired! He fought the entire war, like many of us!
"It roared at the Prosons in Loktov, roared at the Prosons in Orachi! In Shepetovka, in Abavakhan! Now, it roars at the enemy here in the heart of the Proson Empire, in the city of the imperial capital, Prosonnia!

"Davarishi! This is the sound of victory, the thunder of revenge, the dawn of light, and the horn of victory!
"High explosive bombs, reload!"

The artillerymen immediately took action, moving the projectiles from the carts to the loaders.

The bullet had the words "Revenge for Ant's Mother" written on it in paint.

Two sturdy artillerymen worked together to push the shells into the barrel using the projectile pusher, followed by the propellant bag.

Other cannons also began to load, and the shells were all covered with words.

"For Zoya", "For Lilia", "For my father", "For Orachi"...

The steel of revenge was loaded into the gun barrel.

The division commander reported the firing parameters, and the artillerymen began to turn the turntable, and the muzzle began to slowly rise.

400 artillery pieces “raised their heads” together.

The division commander waited for the cannon to be raised and fired before turning his head to look at the supply station next to him.

The supply station was packed with Rokossov Type 2 tanks. The tank parked in the front had a red flag flying, a dummy of Marshal Rokossov installed on the turret, and large loudspeakers on both sides of the turret.

The loudspeaker almost blocked the words on the turret: Revenge for My Heroic Brother.

Next to this tank, its wingman's turret has the words "Due West" painted on it.

This small area serves as an artillery position, a supply station, and a starting point for the tank troops to continue their advance.

Now all of Ant's troops rushed forward, fearing that Prosthenia would grow legs and run away.

The division commander called out, "Comrade tanker, can we have some music?"

The tank commander looked at the colonel standing next to the tank, who nodded and gestured.

Then the solemn melody of "Holy War" sounded in the square.

The division commander turned around and said, "Fire!"

The sound of the cannon shook the earth, and the gale from the muzzle picked up the snow on the ground and blew it high into the sky.

Amid the earth-shaking, the artillerymen shouted slogans and loaded new ammunition.

Suddenly, the whistling of rocket launchers came from not far away, like hundreds of banshees.

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Vasily raised his head and watched the traces of the shells passing through the air.

"How beautiful," the musician exclaimed, "the arc of the gunfire."

"Comrade Colonel." Podolskov saluted Vasily, "We are ready to go."

The commander of the Westward Journey also ran over and said, "We are ready too, Sukabulie. We can't let you get away with it this time!"

Vasily saluted the two men: "Forward, Davarishi!"

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The Plossen Palace Bunker is 300 metres from the centre of Plossenia.

The emperor was in a meeting. The imperial propaganda minister, the head of the Imperial Household Agency, the imperial finance minister, and a group of civil servants were all in the emperor's large office.

The main military commanders were also in the room - except for the Celtic Marshal who had a seat because of his old age and bad legs, all the other commanders were standing.

Even Grand Duke Mayer could only stand. His huge body took up a large space, making the originally large office seem a little cramped.

Emperor: "I will not evacuate the capital of the empire! No! When we approached the capital of Ant, their emperor did not evacuate!"

Imperial Propaganda Minister: "But their Tsar was crazy and was executed by his own people."

The emperor stopped and looked at the minister.

The propaganda minister was not afraid at all and looked straight at the emperor.

"You mean, I should have died in that assassination, and then you could hold my body and beg for mercy from the Allies, right? Is that what you mean?"

Propaganda Minister: "I don't mean that. But I want to remind you that since the Ninth Army can revolt..."

"That's treason!" The Emperor interrupted the Propaganda Minister. "The Ninth Army betrayed the people of Proshen. All their families will be liquidated! How many have been executed? Have they all been killed?"

The head of the Imperial Household Ministry replied: "We are processing it, but the situation is very chaotic now. The rebels have also burned the files of the National Archives, so it is very difficult to identify the traitor's family members..."

"You are also a traitor!" The emperor slammed the table, "You don't want to carry out this order! You still want to reduce your sentence!"

At this time, the propaganda minister raised his voice: "The Ninth Army has been treated well, which shows that Ant is already planning for the post-war period. They want to establish a secular Prosun and let us fight against the United Kingdom and the Carolingians.

"We easily defeated the United Kingdom and the Carolingian army. We have valuable experience. Ant needs our experience to deal with their future enemies! Your Majesty! As long as..."

Emperor: "As long as I die, it will be fine, right?"

Propaganda Minister: "We will all die, but the people of Plossom will be saved, the army will be saved!"

"Nai Yi!" The emperor slammed the table, "The people of Plossom have also enjoyed the fruits of our victory. They also dreamed of becoming a Greater Plossom. Now they have to pay the price with me! They can't just call themselves Greater Plossomists when we win!"

The Emperor looked at the Minister of the Interior: "Has the scorched earth policy been implemented? All heating equipment should be destroyed, all fuel and food should be burned, and the Ante army should be forced to feed these people to show their justice.

"This will strain their logistics and buy us at least half a year! In half a year we will have completed the atomic bomb and the war will be rewritten!"

In fact, the Imperial Academy of Sciences had already reported that the critical mass of the atomic bomb might have been calculated incorrectly, but the emperor apparently forgot this or deliberately ignored it.

Propaganda Minister: "Your Majesty!"

At this moment, the ground suddenly began to shake. The chandelier in the office began to swing, and the shadows of the people in the room also swayed left and right.

Fine sand and gravel fell like raindrops, landing on everyone's hair and epaulettes.

The emperor raised his head, and the sand and gravel immediately fell on his glasses.

He held on to a glimmer of hope and asked, "Was it thundering?"

However, the tremors became more violent, and people in the room were somewhat unsteady on their feet.

Emperor: "Enemy artillery is firing? How is this possible! Has the artillery position advanced so close to us? Find out where the artillery is coming from immediately!"

After he finished speaking, the emperor remembered that there was a phone on his desk. He picked up the phone and said, "Connect to the city defense headquarters."

A moment later, the voice of General Hope, the city defense commander, came: "I am Hope, Your Majesty, please speak."

"The artillery fire has reached my palace bunker! Where is your headquarters now?"

"I would know if the enemy's artillery units passed the fortress of Nosk, which is directly east."

Emperor: "They just crossed over! Listen, that earth-shaking noise is the heavy artillery bombardment! Find out where the artillery position is immediately, and then send troops to destroy it!"

Hope paused noticeably before answering, "Okay, I'll send the troops."

The emperor hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and said to everyone, "Hope is unreliable! The enemy artillery has arrived here, but he is still in the fortress 20 kilometers away from the city center! This shows that he is a good-for-nothing!
"Now we can only rely on Steiner. He started gathering troops two weeks ago. As long as Steiner launches an attack, everything will be fine!"

The generals of Plossen looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on the Celtic Marshal.

The Celtic Marshal loosened the button on his collar, as if only in this way could he breathe smoothly, and then he said: "Your Majesty, Steiner..."

The marshal's deputy interrupted: "Steiner didn't have enough troops. He only gathered ten battalions and couldn't even make a splash. So he didn't attack."

The emperor took off his glasses with trembling hands and placed them on the table.

"Except for the publicity minister, Celtic and Meyer, everyone else is out."

Everyone looked at each other.

The entire basement was still shaking.

Finally, someone turned around and opened the iron gate. The next moment, generals and civil servants filed out, leaving only three of the emperor's most trusted men.

Suddenly, the emperor roared and slammed the pencil in his hand on the table: "You are all traitors! After so many years, you have been holding me back!
“All you learned in military academies was to eat with a knife and fork!
“I conquered the entire Europa, the blitzkrieg was awesome!
"Now the situation has turned out like this! I should have sent all of you capitulationists to be shot, just like Rokossov!"

The Minister of Propaganda could not help but speak: "Your Majesty, Rokossov only executed two generals. The punishment of the capitulationists was the work of the Inquisition..."

"What difference does it make? If Siegfried were still here, I wouldn't have to rely on you good-for-nothings!"

After saying this, the emperor slumped in his chair and was silent for a while before saying, “At least I sent my sister to the southwest, and she should have been captured by the allied forces.

"This way my sister won't have to fall into Rokossov's hands and become his mistress."

After saying this, the emperor fell silent again.

The room continued to shake under the bombardment of heavy artillery, and the chandelier made a creaking noise as it swayed, as if it would fall down at any time.

I don't know how long it took, but the shelling stopped, but the chandelier was still swaying from side to side, and occasionally flickered due to unstable voltage.

The emperor finally spoke: "You go, the war is lost, we have lost, Proson has lost."

The three people in the room looked at each other, and finally Grand Duke Mayer turned around first and pushed the door open to go out.

The other two followed behind his fat body.

Everyone outside the door looked at the three people anxiously. The typing secretary the emperor had just chosen covered his mouth and cried softly.

Marshal Celtic: "Everyone can disband. Soldiers can leave Prothenia and head west to surrender to the Allies. However, Rokossov's left hook has already come. The troops that broke through from the upper reaches of the Oder River are encircling Prothenia. They are advancing very fast, and can advance more than 60 kilometers a day.

“It’s all thanks to our highways.

"If you want to run, you must start now."

Several officers turned around without hesitation.

But some people did not move at all.

Celtic Marshal: "Don't stay, the Ants will hang us."

Finally, these people turned around and left.

Grand Duke Meyer drove his fat body through the corridors and among the civil servants at a speed that was inconsistent with his size, and disappeared into the door leading to the garage.

Propaganda Minister: "I will try to contact the United Kingdom. Maybe they will accept our political asylum."

After saying that, he left too.

The Celtic Marshal's adjutant asked, "What about you, Marshal?"

Marshal: "Someone has to sign the surrender. Or do you think His Majesty will sign it?"

The adjutant shook his head: "I never thought that we would surrender earlier than the Fuso Empire."

At this moment, the confidential secretary came out of the decoding room next door and saluted the last two people in the corridor: "Marshal! This is a secret message from our military attaché in the Fuso Empire."

The marshal was overjoyed: "They surrendered first?"

"No, they are still preparing for a total annihilation of 100 million people, but their last trump card, an aviation battleship converted from a super Yamato-class battleship, was sunk by the special mission mixed fleet led by Admiral Tom at Cape Fang.

"Last week, the battleship Nagato was sunk by a submarine in the anchorage off the coast of Kure Port. The two aviation battleships Ise-Hyuga took the initiative to run aground and became fixed artillery positions. The Fuso Empire Navy no longer has any large combat ships."

Marshal Celtic sighed, "Damn it, they still got the upper hand until the end. The glorious Proson's technology and fighting spirit are far superior to the Fuso Empire, but in the end we... that's it, it's all over."

At this time, a gunshot was heard from the room next to the emperor's office.

It seems that the emperor's palace supervisor committed suicide.

Marshal Celtic and his adjutant turned their heads to look at the door behind them.

However, the emperor remained indifferent.

Adjutant: "What do you think His Majesty will do?"

Celtic Marshal: "Maybe he will put on his ancestral armor, ride on a white horse, and charge towards Ant's tank. After all, the Plosson royal family is a descendant of the Teutonic Knights.

"That way at least there's some beauty."

(End of this chapter)