Arc of Gunfire

The cavalry had already dispersed on the grassland, and the messenger held a small flag and shouted as he ran: "The captured mines are still on the left, don't bury them!"

Horses themselves have a certain ability to avoid obstacles. If the mines are not buried, horses can generally avoid them on their own. Of course, it's normal for the horse to not notice the grass being so dense. At this time, you can only trust your own horse.

The battlefield is just like that. If you are unlucky, you will die. It has nothing to do with your military rank or combat experience.

Luck is always the best talisman on the battlefield.

The cavalrymen dismounted, inserted the fuse into the mine, and then carefully placed the mine on the ground.

The messenger came over again with a small flag: "Release the smoke and retreat toward the signal flare immediately!"

The flare took off at this time and exploded in the sky. Hanging under the parachute, it looked like there were suddenly more stars in the sky.

The cavalry mounted their horses one after another and threw down the smoke bombs - although the order did not say where to throw them, everyone had a tacit understanding to throw them in the direction of the enemy's attack.

The entire horizon was filled with smoke and dust from enemy armor.

To be honest, many cavalrymen are beating the drum in their hearts. They are not like Rokossov's direct troops like the First Mobile Army. They did not win many battles last year, and they just happened to catch up with the cavalry. It was adapted into an armored force, so now they actually have little confidence.

Rokossov, who was sure to win every enemy, was just a legendary figure. They did not yet unconditionally trust this legendary general like Rokossov's direct descendants.

The cavalry began to move away from the smoke and away from the incoming enemy armor.

There were tracer bullets that penetrated the smoke and shot from a long distance. It was obvious that Proson's tank crew did not want to just let go of the cavalry causing trouble.

Unfortunately, these bullets were all fired high, whizzing past the heads of the cavalry.

The cavalryman Misha shouted while galloping with his body close to the back of his beloved horse: "It seems that the enemy hates us so much!"

Valery, who was from the same village as him, laughed: "Because we lost all their fuel and ammunition, and all the food was shared."

Misha: "Don't make me remember those nasty cans of beef. Is that beef? I wouldn't trade a ton of that stuff for a can of Spam!"

The person running in front turned around and shouted: "That coffee tastes really bad, like mud!"

Prosen's meals are said to make the officers of the United Kingdom feel food superior.

Just as Misha was about to respond to his companions, Sergeant Semyon, who led them, turned around and cursed: "That's enough! We're still chatting while we're fighting! The God of Death likes to find people like you who look down on him the most! Just shut up if you don't want to die!"

As soon as the sergeant finished speaking, the sound of a mine explosion came from the smoke behind him.

Five landmines exploded in succession, and then a tank with its tracks peeled off rushed out of the smoke.

At the moment when the smoke came out, the first road wheel of the tank fell off and started running wildly on the grassland, as if it carried the entire vehicle's desire for freedom.

Correspondingly, the tank itself seemed to have exhausted its last strength and stopped at the intersection with the smoke.

More Prossen tanks burst through the smoke, apparently the mines didn't stop them entirely.

The Prossen cavalry roared and chased the cavalry on the grassland. The "knights" of the two eras began a duel across time and space.

Soon after, Misha's mount suddenly fell forward, and the others were also thrown forward. He subconsciously took an anti-impact stance, protected his head, rolled on the ground a few times and finally stopped.

Misha immediately stood up, turned around to check the condition of the horse, and found that the horse's left front hoof had stepped into the vole's nest.

It seems that the front leg of the war horse has been broken. There is no way to treat such an injury even if it returns to the rear.

At this time, Misha should have decisively implemented euthanasia, but he still stroked the forehead of the painfully wailing horse with his hand, comforted him while squatting down, and hiding in the tall grass.

Enemy tanks are approaching.

The fleeing cavalry troops once again set up smoke so that Misha could not see them at all.

However, the division commander must have deliberately led the cavalry into the field mouse's territory.

Suddenly, the enemy tank rushing at the front seemed to have stepped on a trap. Its head sank and stopped motionless in the grass.

Misha was overjoyed. The tank was not far away from him. All he had to do was touch it and throw incendiary bombs——

The second tank got stuck in a vole hole.

Misha saw a man wearing a big hat on the turret of the tank that was paralyzed first. He was holding an earphone in one hand and a microphone in the other, talking loudly.

Misha stared at the man and felt that his heart was jumping into his throat. He took out the old-style grenade equipped by the cavalry unit, first put on the fragment sleeve, and then used trembling hands to install the fuse on the top of the grenade - the fuse of the old grenade was unstable and was installed before throwing.

His horse may have sensed his nervousness and actually wanted to stand up.

Misha hurriedly hissed, but the movement made by the war horse had already attracted the attention of the Prosin people.

Big Cap put down the microphone, took off his headphones, took out a submachine gun from the turret, and searched the grass with alert eyes.

Misha became even more nervous. He pressed the war horse's head hard, trying to make it understand the current situation and stop struggling——

At this time, a Proson soldier shouted something, and Big Block immediately looked into the distance.

Misha also turned around to look, and saw that the cavalry unit he belonged to was outflanking the upwind vent. Everyone was holding a smoke grenade in their hands. The smoke was covering the upwind vent, and then drifted downwards——

When the smoke completely covers the Prosen tank troops, the cavalry can rush up and engage in close combat!

The man with the peaked cap put down his submachine gun and picked up the telescope.

Misha knew that the opportunity had come.

He leaped up and sprinted to the range where he could throw the grenade, stretched out his arms and threw the grenade at the tank.

He had a hunch that the grenade would fall into the hatch of the tank -

However, the grenade exploded in the air.

The cavalry units were still equipped with old-style grenades, the ignition fuse was extremely unstable, the explosion time was a random number, and it was also possible that the fuse flew out due to excessive movement when throwing, and the grenade turned directly into a mallet.

And Misha was very lucky, the grenade still exploded, and the shrapnel rain formed by the mid-air explosion fell on the tank.

The man with the peaked cap was hit by several shrapnel, and his whole face was smashed. He subconsciously wanted to touch his face, but his hand was also pierced by the shrapnel stuck in his face.

He screamed.

Misha rushed forward, and then found that the air-burst grenade also killed the driver who got off the car to check the tank - the grass was too high just now, and Misha did not see the driver.

When Misha's sight was on the driver, the mechanic suddenly got out of the tank and knocked Misha to the ground.

The mechanic grabbed Misha's neck with both hands and tried to strangle him.

Misha picked a handful of grass and smeared it on the mechanic's face. The sharp edges of the grass immediately scratched the enemy's eyes.

The enemy wailed and his grip on Misha weakened.

So Misha took the opportunity to break free, kicked the mechanic away, and picked up the submachine gun to shoot.

"Surrender! Suka, surrender!" Misha shouted.

At this time, the smoke had covered the area, and no Proson tank could be seen in the field of vision.

The only remaining gunner and loader raised their hands and climbed out of the tank tremblingly.

At this time, there was an explosion in the smoke. Misha said, "It must be our cavalry that blew up your tank! You lost! The tank lost to the cavalry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar approached, and a Proson tank rushed out of the smoke, with the turret facing the rear and the machine gun firing at full power.

Misha's eyes widened. Before he could react, the machine gun on the tank opened fire. Misha was shot in the chest and fell backwards.

His warhorse neighed and struggled to get up.

Proson's tank roared forward, and the steel tracks pressed on the warhorse.

Misha lay on the ground, his blue eyes looking at the blue sky.

At the last moment of his life, he found that there was a wild flower blooming in the corner of his vision.

The wild flower looked so blue and beautiful, as if it was going to blend into the sky.