Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong's side.

After the air force's attack was dispersed by the divine arrows, the Prosen army did not stop attacking.

The enemy's No. 4 tanks and mortars added more smoke to the ground, and then the mixed group of armor and infantry attacking from the flank turned directly towards the third ambush position where Wang Zhong and others were located.

The armored grenadiers, who had originally attacked from the north, continued to attack the first and second ambush positions that were now empty.

The enemy's choice is understandable. If they withdraw, they want to gather their troops and reorganize the attack. An hour or two will be wasted in vain.

This kind of division-level offensive can be organized in two hours, which is considered an elite division. The staff at all levels must be experienced.

Wang Zhong also had plans for this situation.

Although his principle when setting up the position was to avoid hand-to-hand combat as much as possible, but facing the Proson Army who likes to use smoke, it is impossible not to consider the situation of hand-to-hand combat.

Wang Zhong: "The tank columns followed my orders and reminded each other of the vehicles without radios to maneuver to the flanks."

In addition to tank bunkers, Wang Zhongyao prepared many lateral attack points, and asked the drivers of all 30 tanks to take jeeps to familiarize themselves with the movement paths between several points, so that they could quickly switch during battle. Location.

The main reason why there was no time to change positions during the Stuka raid yesterday was that many crews were on the battlefield for the first time. They were busy firing guns and did not even notice that the friendly forces had begun to change formations.

Today, Wang Zhong specially set up a messenger behind each tank. He usually lay down behind the tank turret. When he saw other tanks changing formations, he would lift the turret cover to notify the inside.

This is also considered a human-powered radio.

The good news is that the delivery efficiency is pretty good, but the bad news is that it costs a lot of people, and the person outside is often injured by stray bullets.

Damn it, Wang Zhong has had enough of this kind of humiliating battle. When the aid from the United States comes next year, he must equip the entire army with Shermans.

The Sherman in the second year of the war was basically at the level of a true battlefield god. The Santoku's short 50 tank gun could not hit the steeply inclined front of the steamed bun.

The reputation of steamed buns collapsed, which happened 43 years later when they faced Haw Par.

Wang Zhong thought as he led his troops to fire on the flanks and maneuvered. When passing Yegorov's command bunker, he happened to see Yegorov coming out and shouted: "Leave it to you frontally!"

"Don't worry, boys! Recall the anti-tank tips I taught you: first, block the infantry, second, find a way to get close to the tank's blind spot, the closer you are, the less the tank can see you, and finally, throw incendiary bottles!

"Two people form a team, the first person throws a grenade to drive away the infantry, and the second person gets closer and ensures that the Molotov cocktail hits the radiator cover of the engine!"

Wang Zhong put Yegorov's voice behind him.

The battlefield requires everyone to perform his own duties. The task of Wang Zhong's tank detachment is to occupy the flanks and avoid the enemy's smoke to shoot the following troops.

There are two battalions of Egorov on the front.

When Tank No. 422 was galloping towards the predetermined position, a signal flare was raised in the woods in the distance.

That was the signal flare fired by the hidden sentry left behind. It was mainly used to notify friendly forces that the enemy had rushed to the position and covered it with artillery fire in time.

But Wang Zhong looked up at the sky. The enemy's Tao 215 observation plane was hanging high in the sky. Even if the tires that were finally collected were ignited to create black smoke, there was no guarantee that the enemy would not be able to discover the artillery position at all.

The enemy's heavy artillery has just finished preparing for artillery fire. After receiving the coordinates provided by the observation machine, it can open fire immediately.

This is how Wang Zhong lost three B4s in Loktov.

If it had reached a critical moment when the front could not be defended without artillery fire, Wang Zhong would order the artillery fire, but it was obviously not that time yet.

So he looked at the flare in the air again and said sorry softly.

Wang Zhong is now able to make choices with a hard heart.

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Yegorov ran a circle along the trench and returned to the command bunker. The regiment staff officer said directly: "The signal flare has been launched. The enemy should have entered the position we abandoned. Why not cover it?"

"There is a reconnaissance plane in the sky." Yegorov pointed to the sky. "That thing will tell the enemy's artillery the coordinates of our artillery position."

The staff officer immediately approached the observation window of the bunker, lowered his body and looked towards the sky, hoping to see the location of the reconnaissance plane.

"It should be above Orachi. The sound in the bunker is blocked by the outer wall. You can hear the roar when you go out."

Staff officer: "Then... aren't we selling a secret sentry who risked his life to launch flares? He must have been discovered by the enemy!"

Yegorov nodded: "Yes. But even if there is no enemy reconnaissance plane and the cannon covers the position of the hidden sentry, he will still die... It's just that he will die from being blown up by his own people to being killed by the enemy. On the battlefield, it's like There are countless such things.”

The staff officer pursed his lips and said nothing.

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At this moment, the first ambush position.

Private Xie Miao is using the cover of the woods to deal with the enemy.

The light from the flare still floating in the air shone from his side and behind.

In order to allow the secret sentry to deal with a large number of enemies, Semyon's weapon was changed from Tokarev to a captured MP submachine gun.

His Guardsman's cloak was covered with a layer of grass so that he could be better hidden among the trees.

But all the concealment failed the moment the signal flare took off, and Semyon had to face the pursuit of a platoon of enemies.

He ran between the birch trees, like a frightened rabbit, turning into an afterimage in the woods.

He kept firing at the enemy with his submachine gun.

A platoon leader of the Prosen Army was hit by a stray bullet from a submachine gun and fell down clutching his chest. The deputy platoon leader who supported the platoon leader shouted something to the back.

So the machine gunner rushed over and set up the machine gun under the birch tree, between the roots.

The sound of shooting like tearing canvas resounded through the forest. The bullets peeled off the bark of the white birch tree that had grown for unknown years, creating a large amount of flying wood chips.

Semyon's eyebrow was scratched by sawdust, and blood flowed down his cheek.

He was still running, shooting backwards from time to time.

Although he didn't aim, the shot still slowed the cautious Prosin's pursuit.

Suddenly the voice of Alexei, the responding comrade, came from the distance: "Semyon, run this way! Where is your flare?"

It turned out that the comrades who were hiding in the woods to respond did not see the signal flare take off.

Semyon: "I fired! Why haven't the bombardments come down yet?"

"Semyon!" Alexei shouted, "run to the traffic trench! We are in the traffic trench!"

Alexei said as he fired his Tokarev, trying to stop the enemy from pursuing.

As a result, the enemy's machine gun immediately turned its muzzle, forcing Alexei to leave his position and run towards the traffic ditch.

Semyon's submachine gun was out of bullets. In desperation, he tried to change the bullet, but a bullet broke his thumb and the full magazine fell to the ground.

Semyon screamed.

The enemy was already approaching, but he did not dare to pick up the magazine, so he continued to run forward, shouting as he ran: "Where is our artillery fire? I fired a signal flare! And I walked specifically around the planned bomb drop area! Our Where's the bombardment?"

Alexey had already run to the traffic trench and joined a squad of soldiers inside.

The squad leader shouted: "Xie Miao! Run forward, we will cover you! Fire quickly!"

The last word was addressed to everyone in the traffic trench, and the six Tokarevs opened fire together.

The enemy's machine guns immediately turned their muzzles and began to suppress the traffic trenches.

But this is the squad leader's plan, so Xie Miao should be able to run away!

However, no one noticed that about 300 meters away from the traffic trench and less than 200 meters away from Semyon, a Sergeant Prosen leaned on the birch tree and raised the bolt-action 98K rifle.

The sergeant was still holding an unlit cigarette, and the mark of a senior exempt soldier on his arm showed his status as a veteran.

He carefully adjusted the ruler and took aim carefully.

The moment the gun rang out, Xie Miao's whole body suddenly trembled, and his back was completely straightened.

He opened his arms like a bird spreading its wings, and the submachine gun fell to the ground.

Alexei shouted: "Semyon!"

Xie Miao fell to his knees and threw his face towards the earth. In the last moment of his life, he thought of the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, the bonfire party in the village, when his beloved girl pulled him and ran to the threshing floor.

At that time, he was pushed down by the girl on top of the grain pile in the threshing floor.

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Alexey turned to the squad leader who responded and shouted: "Why is there no shelling? Why?"

Squad Leader: "Listen to the sound from the sky, there is an enemy observation plane! This is how we lost half of the artillery battalion in Loktov! We cannot open fire to expose our artillery position when the enemy observation plane is there!"

Alexey: "Then Semyon's death was in vain, wasn't it?"

"A cannon is a precious technical weapon. It is more precious than Semyon, more than you, more than me! More precious than all of us! Instead of shouting at me here, it is better to vent your anger on the Prosen people!"

As he spoke, the squad leader grabbed Alexei's collar and forced him to look at the approaching Prosin: "Pick up your Tokarev and shoot! The Guards soldiers will never do this kind of thing." Time to back off!”

Alexei took a few deep breaths and raised his rifle to aim at the enemy.

Squad Leader: "Shoot, Private!"

Alexei pulled the trigger, pouring into the bullet the fury of his best friend's wasted loss.

Tokarev faithfully performed his mission. The gun automatically recoiled, pulled out the fired cartridge cases, and threw them out of the ejection window.

Alexey continued to shoot, bullets flying towards the hated enemy.

Faced with the ferocious firepower of a squad of semi-automatic soldiers, the Prosen army retreated - the covered woods were not suitable for their light machine guns, and the bolt-action rifles were even less suitable for jungle warfare.

Alexey saw the back of a retreating Prosin soldier and turned his gun to aim.

Alexey's experience was not enough for him to think of adjusting the ruler in this situation. He just pointed the notch in the scale and the crosshair on the barrel at that figure, then squeezed the trigger and emptied the remaining bullets in the magazine.

The target was shot, his body twitched, twisted and fell to the ground.

Although there was no evidence that the one who was shot was the culprit who killed Semyon, Alexey still roared angrily.