Arc of Gunfire

As soon as the hand-to-hand combat began, the Ants began to have the upper hand.

It was not because the Ants were big, but because the guns in the hands of the Ants had higher stopping power. The Prosons were a specially concentrated commando, equipped with MP38 and MP40 submachine guns, and fired pistol bullets. As long as they did not hit the vital parts that would kill them in one shot, the target would most likely continue to move.

The weapons in the hands of the Ants fired reduced-charge rifle bullets, which would cause huge damage no matter where they hit, and the Prosons fell down after being hit by one shot.

This point is very critical in hand-to-hand combat, because everyone is splashing water at close range, and whoever has a higher stopping power per shot has the upper hand.

Yes, whether it is Ant or Proson, they will shoot when they get the chance to shoot in hand-to-hand combat.

In addition, the weapons in the hands of the Ants are heavier and very sturdy, and they are very effective as hand-to-hand weapons.

Fierce hand-to-hand combat soon unfolded in every corner of the city.

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Filipov used the butt of his gun to hit a Proson soldier from bottom to top and flew into the air.

Without waiting for the enemy to land, Filippov quickly resumed his submachine gun shooting posture and looked for enemies to shoot. As a result, he found that his squad had killed all the opponents.

"Five minutes of rest, reload the weapons, and confiscate the grenades on the enemy. Misha, you stand guard."

The corporal nodded after receiving the order, and immediately rushed to the pile of firewood by the wall, sticking his head above the brick wall to guard the direction of the road.

Others began to turn over the bodies of the Proson people.

Suddenly, someone shouted; "There is a living one here!"

Filippov turned his head and rushed over in two steps. He found that it was a Proson soldier with a shoulder injury, with his hands raised high.

"Kill him and it will be over once and for all." The corporal on the team said.

Filipov held down the corporal's gun: "We are General Rokosov's troops. The general hated Proson so much, but he didn't torture the prisoners. At most, he just shot him in the shoulder and let him go."

The corporal's expression softened: "Okay, you're right. Then let's shoot him in the shoulder too?"

"No, the situation is different." Filipov turned to the private with a bandage on his shoulder, "Grisha, you stay."

"I can still fight!"

"I know, that's why I left you to take care of the prisoners. What's the point of leaving you if you can't fight? You did a good job today. I saw you kill a Proson man taller than you."

The private stopped arguing and looked at the prisoner with resentment.

Filipov: "You'd better tie him up. Others continue to follow the order just now and load the magazine."

Ante infantrymen usually carry three full magazines in addition to the magazines on the gun, but everyone's magazines have been almost used up by now. In addition to the magazines, everyone will also carry some loose bullets in the bag behind them.

The specific number of people to bring depends on their own load-bearing capacity.

Now Filippov was giving everyone time to take out the spare bullets from their backpacks and put them into the magazines.

He also checked the empty magazines in his chest mount and took out the spare bullets to fill them up.

While filling the magazines, he suddenly heard Grisha say, "Who has extra bullets? Give me some."

He looked up and asked, "Why, you didn't bring enough?"

Grisha spread his hands and said, "I didn't expect that I would live to empty all the magazines. Shit, who can give me some!"

Everyone shook their heads, and someone replied, "Everyone's magazines are almost empty, and they may not be able to fill their own."

Grisha sighed, put the empty gun behind his back, and picked up the enemy's MP40 on the ground: "Last year, I thought the submachine gun of the Proson was the best designed weapon in the world. I even planned to use it to fight the entire war."

As he said this, he skillfully pulled out the magazine to check the amount of ammunition inside, and then inserted the magazine back and skillfully loaded it.

Filipov: "Why not?"

"Because there are better weapons. Proson's submachine gun is light and easy to use, but it is obviously not as good as our new gun. This thing can only be fired blindly at a distance of 100 meters."

Filipov: "It is a submachine gun, which uses pistol bullets. Don't be too picky."

"That's right. It's barely enough in urban warfare."

Filipov finished loading the last bullet. Now he has two full magazines. With the half-empty magazine on the gun, he should be able to fight for a while.

He inserted the magazine into the chest sling and put it away. He looked down at the watch and looked at everyone's situation. He decided to extend the rest time for a few minutes, at least until everyone put all the spare bullets into the magazine.

At this time, there was a time when the shells broke through the air above their heads.

The veterans looked up at the sky.

"Bombing outside the city?"

"I heard the engine sound in the fog just now. The enemy armored unit probably ran out of the city."

"Everyone heard it. I guess the shelling was to bomb the armored unit."

Filipov: "Don't chat, hurry up and arm yourself, there are still many enemies waiting for us to kill."

Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads to load bullets.

After a while, seeing that everyone had finished arming, Filippov stood up: "Let's go! Now that the fog has dissipated, there is no need to worry about accidental shooting. Go to the direction of the dense gunfire and restore contact with other troops as soon as possible."

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On Proson's side, Andreas followed Corporal Kosrek and ran to the edge of the city.

Corporal Kosrek: "There's a motorcycle!"

Andreas also saw the motorcycle, which should be the motorized reconnaissance battalion's three-wheeled motorcycle with a bucket.

Corporal Kosrek stepped forward and quickly checked it, then skillfully smashed the lock with the butt of his gun and stepped on it.

Andreas was shocked: "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you hear the engine in the fog? The troops have withdrawn, and we are now leaving the city to chase the main force!"

"Is this okay?" Andreas asked worriedly.

"If the troops did not run out of the city, we would certainly have problems doing this. If we encounter the supervision team, I will be shot, and you will go to the punishment camp to prove yourself. But the troops have left the city, and we are just following orders. Get in the car!"

Andreas hesitated for a moment, but still did what the corporal said, and then the corporal began to step hard on the pedals to start the motorcycle.

Suddenly, he stopped fighting with the pedals and looked up at the sky.

Andreas was a new recruit and didn't understand what the whistling sound in the sky meant, so he could only imitate the corporal's actions and look at the sky.

Corporal: "Bombing outside the city, why?"

The two men had been running on the ground, and they had not reached the commanding heights after the fog cleared, so they did not know that the Sede Division troops had just driven out of the city to avoid being attacked by the infantry in the fog.

Finally, the corporal shook his head: "Never mind, let's go."

He stepped hard on the pedal again, and the car finally started.

Corporal: "You control the machine gun in the car bed. Although I think the machine gun is mostly useless against the enemy's armored forces after leaving the city, it is better than nothing. In addition, it is still quite useful against the enemy infantry before leaving the city."

Andreas held the back of the machine gun and put the butt against his shoulder: "I'm ready!"

The corporal stepped on the gas, the motorcycle started, and soon ran on the narrow street.

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Yegorov saw through the telescope that his tank battalion and tank destroyer battalion had moved to their positions, so he shouted to the communicator on standby beside him: "Phone!"

The receiver was immediately delivered to him.

Yegorov: "Transfer to the army headquarters - Hello? Switchboard? Hello!"

After shouting several times, he angrily returned the receiver to the communicator: "The field mouse has bitten the telephone line again, send someone to check the line! Bring the walkie-talkie!"

The military bishop: "Do you want the artillery regiment to stop shelling?"

Yegorov pointed to the distance: "Nonsense, look at the artillery bombardment, you can't see where the enemy is at all. If the artillery doesn't stop, we can't destroy the enemy."

The bishop: "Maybe they don't need us anymore."

"How is that possible? The enemy must still have armored forces left. Artillery can solve many problems, but artillery is not omnipotent."

The signalman handed the walkie-talkie to Yegorov: "Call the headquarters "

Yegorov picked up the receiver: "Commander! This is Yegorov. Our formation has been deployed. Stop the shelling and leave it to us!"

Rokosov's voice came from the other side: "Are you sure? The enemy has a lot of long-tubed No. 4s, right?"

Yegorov raised his eyebrows: "Are there a lot?"

"I guessed." Lieutenant General Rokosov said, "My guess is always right, isn't it? Let's shell for 30 more minutes."

Yegorov: "Okay, you are the boss, you have the final say."

After putting down the receiver, Yegorov turned his head and said to the adjutant: "Send someone to drive a jeep to pass the order. Stop the shelling after 30 minutes and get ready."

The adjutant saluted and left.

The military bishop looked at the dense barrage in front of him and said, "Why, the lieutenant general still trusts his artillery more?"

Egorov: "He is good at this."

At this time, the guard next to him shouted: "General, look over there!"

Yegorov turned his head and saw smoke and dust rolling on the broken dirt road between the 1st Guards Mechanized Infantry and the 225th Infantry. A troop was coming from the direction of the army headquarters.

Bishop: "Melania's First Division?"

Egorov: "That's not right. Our army's troops are highly mechanized. The infantry rides in M3 half-track vehicles, which produce more smoke and dust than this. This looks like a bunch of cars."

At this time, a Willys Jeep drove over, and the brigadier general of the army's motor vehicle brigade got off and saluted Yegorov: "The motor vehicle brigade has been ordered to escort the 401st Provisional Infantry Division through the defense zone."

Yegorov raised his eyebrows: "Transporting rookies into the city to grind meat? When did Rokossov become so cautious?"

Bishop: "Now there are most of our two large regiments in the city, with a force of about 6,000 to 7,000. There shouldn't be any problems. You can hear that the gunfire in the city has become sparse."

The commander of the motor vehicle brigade spread his hands: "I am following orders."

Yegorov: "It's good to let the rookies learn some lessons. Call the troops in the city on the radio and tell them that the brothers of the 401st Provisional Infantry Division have entered. Be careful of accidental injuries."

The signalman immediately took the walkie-talkie and started calling.

Yegorov continued to use a telescope to observe the enemy armored forces covered by the bombardment - he always regarded them as the "big fish" and the city was just a bonus.

"Why does 30 minutes take so long!"