Arc of Gunfire

Lieutenant Joseph climbed onto a half-track and came to the machine gunner: "Stop shooting! Quick!"

The machine gunner held the gun in his right hand and held the ammunition chain in his left hand, and fired in bursts.

Lieutenant Joseph: "Scale! It's lowered! Adjust the scale to 500!"

Not all models of Proson's half-track vehicles are equipped with machine gun mounts. The machine gun on Lieutenant Joseph is mounted more casually, and it is a style that can only rely on tracer bullets to correct shooting.

The machine gunners also obviously lack training - well, the recruits who can be supplemented by the rear mobile brigades are generally not very good.

The best supplementary troops are all organized into armored training camps and become reserve armored troops. The next-level ones go to armored grenadiers and various hunting divisions, and the next-level ones go to ordinary infantry divisions.

As for the rear mobile brigades and National Guard divisions, they received either second-class ethnic soldiers or crooked melons and jujubes that performed very poorly in training.

Lieutenant Joseph watched the machine gunner clumsily adjust the scale, sighed, stepped forward and pushed him away, picked up the machine gun himself, adjusted the scale, and started firing at the enemy.

He soon discovered that burst shooting was not very effective against cavalry.

Moreover, the Ant cavalry fired smoke grenades with flare guns to cover the impact of subsequent cavalry units, making accurate shooting more difficult.

Lieutenant Joseph gritted his teeth and started shooting.

So the two cavalrymen were knocked to the ground. One of the horses tried to stand up and continued to gallop, but the rider was dragged to the ground, with his upper body blocked by the grass.

Lieutenant Joseph splashed water on the rolling waves of cavalry, knocking down a few more horses.

The soldier who had just been pushed away by him shouted: "Lieutenant! Barrel! If you don't change the barrel, it will malfunction!"

Lieutenant Joseph cursed and stopped shooting, removed the latch on the barrel, and then grabbed the hot barrel with both hands.

Immediately there was the sound of meat sizzling in the oil pan, and green smoke came out from between Joseph's hand and the barrel of the gun.

The severe pain hit his brain like lightning, but the strong desire to survive made him roar, pulled out the barrel of the gun and threw it on the ground: "Quick! Change the barrel!"

The replaced shooter quickly pulled out the barrel and inserted it into the machine gun.

While the shooter was operating, Joseph looked at the palm of his hand. The skin in contact with the barrel had been completely removed, and the exposed meat was in a cooked state. Both sides of the contact surface were filled with bubbles supported by thick juice.

"Okay!" the shooter shouted.

Joseph took off his shirt, wrapped it around his hands, and continued to shoot with the machine gun.

At this time, the cavalry had already reached the position.

In addition to Joseph's machine gun, there was another machine gun shooting, but how could two machine guns block the sweeping cavalry brigade.

The cavalry was like a huge wave, and the half-tracks scattered on the grassland were like rocks. The huge waves suddenly surged over the rocks and swept away all the infantry scattered everywhere.

Joseph's brain had been forced to lose the ability to think by adrenaline, and he was focused on shooting, shooting, and shooting again!

Suddenly, he heard a clang and looked down to see a custom-made grenade on the floor of the half-track vehicle.

The lieutenant immediately bent down to pick up the grenade, and it exploded.

Lieutenant Joseph flew high into the air.

For a moment, he thought he saw the Valkyrie coming to greet him - ah, am I going to the Hall of Valor?

so good--

Lieutenant Joseph fell to the ground, head first, and then his neck broke under the action of inertia and gravity.

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Gorokov, commander of the 1st Regiment of the 33rd Division of the 20th Cavalry Corps, pulled back the reins sharply, stopped the horse that was running a little crazy, and then turned to look at the defense line of the Prosen Army that had just passed through.

It seemed that this group of Proson troops wanted to rely on half-track vehicles for a circular defense, but they were suddenly attacked.

Gorokov turned and asked the deputy commander: "Did our shelling help pry open the enemy's defense?"

The deputy commander took out the map and looked at it: "No, we have left the range of artillery support. Could it have been bombed by the air force?"

Gorokov turned and called to the regiment's staff: "Stepan!"

"Here!" The bespectacled staff officer came running over on horseback, "What's wrong?"

"Ask the prisoners, what was it that blew them up like this?"

"yes!"

The staff officer turned his horse's head and ran towards the enemy who was surrendering.

Gorokov stood up on his horse, raised his telescope and looked into the distance: "Sukabule, you can't see anything, it's all grassland!"

Deputy leader: "Isn't this a good thing? No one can catch us if we run."

"Yeah, good thing."

At this time Stepan returned.

Stepan: "I asked. These enemies are mobile brigades in their rear. They were ordered to stay in place. Originally, their mission was to deliver supplies to the 17th Armored Division."

Gorokov: "Take all the food, put all the remaining ammunition and oil together, and order it!"

Stepan pushed up his glasses, turned his horse's head and went to deliver the order.

Deputy Commander: "It's been a great harvest. If it continues to go smoothly in the future, the two armored divisions in the enemy's pincer offensive will have to drink from the northwest wind."

At this time, the priest accompanying the army came over on a bay horse: "Gorokov, there are more than a dozen wounded."

"See if any of the enemy trucks are usable, and send someone who can drive them back." Gorokov said, "This can only be the case."

The priest accompanying the army nodded: "Okay, I will listen to their prayers."

Gorokov: "Please."

Just as the priest left, Gorokov heard the sound of an engine in the distance.

"Plane!" He shouted, raised his telescope and looked in the direction of the sound, and found a FW189 reconnaissance plane.

"The enemy reconnaissance plane is coming!" Gorokov turned his head, "Use the machine guns on the enemy half-track vehicle to defend against air attacks and drive it away!"

As soon as the voice fell, the asymmetrical fuselage of the FW189 appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the iron cross on the wing was clearly visible.

The machine gun opened fire, and the tracer belt tried hard to chase the reconnaissance plane. But after all, the cavalrymen were not professional machine gunners, and it was still too difficult to hit an aircraft flying at an altitude of one or two hundred meters.

Gorokov: "We have been discovered, light the fire quickly, and leave quickly! Otherwise, the enemy's Stuka will come to find us!"

Not long after the order was issued, a huge fire broke out, and the cavalry regiment turned its back to the burning flames and continued to move deep into the northwest.

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Plossen's Tenth Army Headquarters

The signalman entered the tent and saluted Admiral Poke: "General! Many troops reported seeing enemy cavalry!"

Admiral Poke: "Those who reported seeing cavalry probably formed a solid defense and drove away the enemy cavalry. The key is those who didn't have time to report the cavalry. Our order was late, and some supply units should have suffered."

Chief of Staff: "We will know when the fixed-point report is made. The troops that didn't report should have suffered."

Admiral Poke put his hands behind his back, looked at the map, and snorted: "Cavalry, damn, cavalry! This Rokossov is very good at making the best use of everything."

The Chief of Staff was amazed and said: "Those people in the rear will probably laugh at us when they hear that Rokossov has invested in cavalry."

Admiral Poke's face was livid and he didn't answer.

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On the night of the 16th, Eagle's Nest in the territory of the Proson Empire.

"The cavalry turned the world upside down!" Emperor Proson said angrily, "Cavalry! A backward branch of the army! Our propaganda minister even promoted the Melanian people's use of sabers to cut tanks as a joke! Now, they are cut by sabers!"

Gil Es: "The report sent back from the front line shows that the grassland is very suitable for such cavalry operations. Rokosov should have keenly discovered this, so he decisively invested in this ancient branch of the army."

"Cavalry!" The emperor snorted.

At this time, William Celt, the chief of the imperial general staff, suggested: "Or, we can try the Moravian cavalry. They should still have a considerable number of cavalry teams, and they have not disbanded even after joining the empire."

Emperor Reinhard: "Are you saying that we have to rely on the backward branch of the second-class citizens to save our elite Proson army?"

William Celt was silent.

The emperor thought for a moment and shook his head: "We can't care about so much now. Tell the Moravians that if they perform well, they can improve their national rating in the empire! Then they will be higher than the Melanians!"

The emperor slammed his fist on the table.

There was a report on the activities of the Restoration Army in Melania.

William Celt immediately winked at his men.

Von Bryan said: "But it will take time to mobilize cavalry from Moravia. What should we do during this time?"

The emperor was silent for a few seconds and looked up at Grand Duke Meyer, the Grand Marshal of the Air Force.

The Grand Duke pointed at himself: "Me?"