Arc of Gunfire

The enemy's artillery preparations continued until seven o'clock in the morning.

Different from being prepared for artillery fire several times before, this time Wang Zhong and others sat on chairs and withstood the artillery preparations.

After all, the bunker is well repaired, so as long as it is not directly hit by heavy artillery, there is not much danger.

There may not be any danger in a direct hit. After all, there is an entire reinforced concrete building above the bunker. This bunker was converted from the original basement.

Wang Zhong looked out from the observation port. The sun had come out at this time, and he had a clear view of the entire west bank. No one could be seen regardless of whether he was using a plug-in or not.

Vasily occupied the artillery mirror, looked at it for a long time and said: "It's so quiet, I can't hear the engine sound of the enemy tanks at all."

Even Brother Peter did not hear the sound of the engine, which meant that the enemy was prepared to be blinded by counter-battery fire.

At this time the phone rang, and Wang Zhong said: "It's probably Brother Peter. He heard the tank engine and came to notify us."

Pavlov answered the phone: "Division headquarters, what's wrong? Okay, continue to monitor."

He put down the receiver and said to Wang Zhong: "The division reserve team waiting in the rear reported that they heard gunshots in the east. It was not particularly intense."

Wang Zhong: "The enemy's paratroopers, let them be on guard. Remember to call Kirinenko at noon to ask about the status of the paratroopers."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again.

Pavlov picked up the receiver: "Division Headquarters. Okay, got it."

Putting down the receiver, the chief of staff looked up at Wang Zhong: "Here it comes, the sound of the engine."

Wang Zhong: "According to the original plan, the artillery regiment started firing."

Pavlov picked up the receiver he had just put down.

Nelly suddenly whispered: "The chief of staff is like a bear eating fish."

Wang Zhong originally wanted to look at the observation window, but when he heard what Nellie said, he quickly turned around and found that it was indeed like: the earpiece was a fish, and Pavlov was eating the fish with one hand.

The chief of staff did not hear Nelly's muttering and gave a loud order: "Artillery regiment, follow the fire plan and block the firing!"

Immediately, Wang Zhong heard the sound of the shells breaking through the air above his head, but unlike the last time, this time he could hear the explosion of the shells falling to the ground.

A sound like rolling thunder came from the horizon.

Pavlov was just about to leave the phone and go to the observation window, but the phone rang again.

After answering the call, Pavlov said: "The observation post saw smoke, the enemy tanks are coming."

Wang Zhong hurried to the observation window and looked out.

However, the location of the divisional bunker was too low, and nothing could be seen, whether it was smoke or explosions that blocked firing.

Even with Wang Zhongqie's perspective, he couldn't see it.

He withdrew his gaze, and then he saw Nelly wanting to look out. She was trying hard to tiptoe, but even if she tiptoed to the limit, her eyes could only reach the lower edge of the observation window.

Wang Zhong pulled an ammunition box, picked up Nellie and placed it on it.

Vasily smiled and said: "This reminds me of a novel about the United Kingdom that I read when I was a child. In it, there was a dwarf warrior who was too short to see outside when he was defending the city..."

Nelly frowned, got off the ammunition box, picked up the big plate with tea and refreshments, and left.

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute, just leave it alone. You will stay in the division headquarters bunker during the battle. It is not safe elsewhere."

Nellie put the plate down, then ran to the corner and stood with her hands folded in front of her, holding down her skirt.

Wang Zhong continued to look outside.

At this time the phone rang again, and a few seconds later Pavlov reported: "Brother Peter heard the sound of a group of dive bombers, accompanied by fighter escort."

Wang Zhong: "The enemy finally brought an escort. Has our plane taken off?"

Pavlov: "We just landed and replenished fuel and ammunition, and are now taking off."

"Vasily, bring your Proson radio station! Broaden the reception frequency and let's listen to what's going on in the air."

Vasily immediately took out the captured Proson radio, and while adjusting it, he praised: "Proson's stuff is better than ours. The battery was charged in the morning, and it has been four hours, and it still has power."

At this time, a voice came from the radio station, which was in Prosen language.

Vasily translated: "'Prepare to fight, throw the auxiliary fuel tanks'."

Wang Zhong frowned slightly. When he drove the early 109 in War Thunder, he never used the auxiliary fuel tank. But then I thought about it, after all, they were not in the same time and space. Fritz X had already started combat in Barbarossa two months ago, so there was no need to worry about these details.

Someone else yelled something quickly in Prosen on the radio, and Wang Zhong heard the word "A Ku Pain".

Vasily's faithful translation: "'Enemy planes were spotted at two o'clock, and they were below us.'"

At this time, there was an older Prossen man on the radio, and his voice was calmer.

Vasily: "'Rush down to entangle the enemy and cover the bombers. Get away when the enemy pursues you, don't circle and fight'."

Wang Zhong said: "In fact, the early type 109 can fight for a while, but the commander is right. You should not fight with Jacques at low altitude, even if it is just Jacques 1. Just drive away Jacques and let the bombers drop bombs."

The others looked at each other in tacit understanding.

At this time, words that Wang Zhong could understand finally came from the radio: "Enemy fighter jets! Xie Miao, you lead the second squadron to fight with the enemy, while I go to hunt the bombers."

"Kharlamov, you're going to kill the bomber again! But it doesn't matter, watch me shoot down a few more fighter jets, then I will be the most valuable ace!"

Then the air traffic became noisy.

The two languages ​​were mixed together, and Vasily had no time to translate.

"Misha! The enemy is behind you!"

"Ah Lao! Let's fight each other, I'm zero!"

"Where did he go? I can't see him!"

"Circle left, all circle left! Anyone without a left circle is an enemy aircraft!"

Wang Zhong frowned. He came to the observation window and looked at the fight in the air from different angles.

Fighters on both sides were shot down, trailing long streaks of flame and smoke toward the ground.

At this time, Wang Zhong saw thirty dive bombers approaching from the north side of the field of view - it seemed that they were making a circle from the north in order to avoid the air force's interception.

The bombers began to dive!

Then six divine arrows were shot from the ground.

The next moment the dive bombers dispersed.

But their altitude was too high, and bombers were hit before they ran out of sight of the Praying Hands.

Half of the bombs dropped at too high a height did not hit the water, and a row of ten-meter-high water columns exploded.

A second wave of divine arrows was launched, but this time most of them missed their target. Only one shot relentlessly caught up with Stuka, who had already entered a low altitude and started to escape.

Then Jacques 1, who was in the air and did not join the fight, appeared.

The Stuka pilots formed a dense diamond formation and used rear seat machine guns to form a fire net.

Wang Zhong saw a Yak rush under the enemy plane, then pull it up and prepare to raise its head to attack - thus avoiding the enemy's rear seat machine gun's range of fire.

At this moment, it was out of sight.

Wang Zhong cursed Suka and grabbed Vasily's radio microphone: "Kharlamov, talk back!"

Kharlamov: "Who called me?"

Then Wang Zhong changed his perspective and found that Harlamov's field of vision was not obtained.

Because the air force is not under his command.

Still haven’t seen the results!

Wang Zhong put down the microphone and did not interrupt others' fighting.

At this time, the staff officer who had been alerting the West Bank shouted: "Tank!"

Because the enemy plane was in the air, the artillery stopped firing. After the blocking fire net disappeared, the enemy tank troops finally entered the division's sight.

Wang Zhong hurried back to the observation window.

The enemy tanks formed a standard offensive formation, but there were some "vacancies" in the formation, which were obviously blown up by the blocking fire net just now.

Some of the vacancies were quite large, probably missing a tank platoon.

I don’t know if they were all given away, or if the tank was damaged and temporarily abandoned.

Even so, the number of enemies still seems very, very high.

Wang Zhong estimated that there were two hundred tanks deployed in front of the entire division.

The number of infantry accompanying the tanks was even more astonishing, as if all the shelling today had caused no enemy casualties.

Of course, how can there be no casualties in the shelling? The only possibility is that there are too many enemies, and those killed by the shelling are nothing.

Wang Zhong: "Let the mortars fire according to the predetermined firepower plan!"

As the defender, all of Wang Zhong's artillery units have prepared multiple firepower plans. As long as they fire according to the plan, they can ensure that the artillery shells fall roughly on the enemy's line and complete the blocking of the enemy.

Now that there are enemy planes in the sky and heavy artillery dare not reveal their position, mortars are the best way to block firepower.

After Pavlov gave the order, the first wave of artillery shells fell immediately, and dozens of small mushrooms rose up in the enemy's line.

According to the firepower plan, the area that each gun is responsible for covering is defined, so the shells fall evenly on the enemy's entire front line, and all the skirmishers are knocked down at once - this does not mean that so many people were killed at once. People, if the main shells fall nearby, they will subconsciously lie down.

Even the experienced Ploson veterans are like this.

After all, no one dares to bet that shrapnel will not find them.

At this time, the new staff officer who was also observing the west bank said: "Why doesn't the enemy release smoke?"

Wang Zhong: "According to our previous experience in fighting the enemy, Commander Prosen will not release smoke when he believes that he has the advantage of direct fire."

Vasily added: "Especially after the enemy knows that the general likes to use magic arrows for air defense, they will not let them go."

The new staff officer said.

Just as Wang Zhong was about to continue speaking, he found Nellie climbing onto the ammunition box again and looking out.

Are girls also curious about battlefields?

Vasily: "The enemy tank crossed the 1,500-meter target!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the enemy stopped and started the first round of shooting.

The sound of explosions came from above everyone's heads.

Pavlov looked up at the sky: "Open the window..."

Wang Zhong: "Same as Penier, hit the window first, probably to suppress the divine arrow."

Pavlov: "Our magic arrows are behind us. Isn't this just a waste of firepower?"

Wang Zhong: "If I were the enemy commander, I would also fight. What if there is one?"

At this time, the enemy tanks launched their second salvo.

The phone rang in the bunker.

Pavlov picked up: "Division Headquarters. Don't fire! What's the rush? Fight after you get a thousand meters further."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and said to Wang Zhong: "The anti-tank artillery regiment is in a hurry for new recruits."

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "They will fight today."