Arc of Gunfire

At the same time, at the headquarters of the Tenth Army Group.

Admiral Bock suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside.

He turned his head in confusion: "So many horse hooves, it doesn't look like a transport unit."

The logistics department of the Plosson Army still maintains a large number of mule and horse transport capacity as a supplement to Opel trucks. But the mule and horse transport team will not make such dense horse hoof sounds.

Admiral Bock is almost sixty years old. Of course, he has experienced the era before the motorization era. He knows that this is the movement that can only be made by the marching of the cavalry brigade.

"Where did the cavalry come from?" He turned his head and asked the chief of staff.

"The Moravian cavalry should have arrived a week ago, but they arrived only now because of the bombing of the railway station by the Ant Air Force. The original intention of the headquarters was to reinforce these cavalry units to fight against the Ant cavalry."

Poke teased: "Then they came too timely."

The Ant Army's cavalry had long retreated because of running out of supplies, and the Tenth Army also withdrew the troops whose supply lines were easily disturbed by the cavalry, forming a fist, and no longer had to worry about the cavalry's supply being cut off.

In other words, the Moravian cavalry was no longer useful.

At this time, two Proson officers with the emblem of the old Moravian army on their arms entered the headquarters. The one walking in front had a red collar badge - he was a lieutenant general, but Admiral Pok had no impression of him at all.

He should be a general of Moravia, who became a lieutenant general of Proson after being merged into Proson.

The Moravians saluted Admiral Pok.

Admiral Poker returned the greeting and said, "You are too late. The threat of the cavalry has been lifted, and the enemy's cavalry has suffered heavy casualties."

The Moravian was a little embarrassed: "After we entered Ante, the train stopped many times, and we had to wait for half a day or even a day. We had to get off the train and find ways to get grass and feed for the horses from the surrounding villages. It was okay in Khazaria. The land was very fertile and there was enough strong natural grass on the grassland. Even if the horses were just let out to eat grass, they would not be too thin.

"The situation became worse after entering South Ante. Although the grassland looked lush, most of it was not grass, and it was even harmful to the horses' stomachs. Then there were a lot of complex terrains under the green grass. The horses often sprained their legs when running, and the loss of horseshoes was far greater than in Khazaria!

"Our soldiers are still talking privately about what's the point of occupying this godforsaken place!"

Admiral Poke: "I think it's for the Ante Industrial Zone on the Valdai River, their transportation lines through the inland sea, and Kuba's oil."

Admiral Poke's detailed answer made Lieutenant General Moravia stunned for a moment, and then he said awkwardly: "I'm just complaining, I don't mean to say that it's useless to capture this place."

"I know." Admiral Poke nodded, "Let's talk about your mission. The enemy's cavalry has retreated back. We estimate that they have lost 50% of their troops and will not be able to harass us in a short time. You may have nothing to do. Can I ask how much supplies you consume a day?"

Lieutenant General Moravia did not answer directly: "General, we have 25,000 people, and 1.5 times the number of war horses and pack horses. The feed consumed by our horses every day is an astonishing number.

"But compared to your armored forces, we are still relatively energy-efficient. "

At this time, the army chief of staff interrupted and said, "This should also be the reason why General Rokossov of Ant deployed the cavalry army. The cavalry relies much less on logistics than the armored forces, and even less than the fully equipped infantry. "

In fact, the chief of staff's words are biased. Ant has some infantry armies, and each division has only 5,000 people. There are no cannons and few machine guns.

Such infantry units are completely worthy of the nickname of the Ant infantry: gray cattle.

The Prosens have defeated countless troops like this, and the Ants have countless more.

Admiral Poke sighed: "Although you rely less on logistics than our armored forces, our logistics are very bad now, and we can't bear even this new pressure. You may retreat to the rear-"

"We are here to fight." Lieutenant General Moravia interrupted Admiral Poke, "We want to prove our value to the empire through fighting, and then be promoted to a class of citizens of the empire and be recognized as Aryans. Please let us go to fight! "

Admiral Poke stared into the eyes of the Moravians, and after a few seconds he raised his hand and scratched his forehead: "Okay, I am moved by your enthusiasm and loyalty. But the mission I can give you-hmm?"

Admiral Poke's hand that was scratching his head suddenly stopped, and he kept his hand raised and looked at the Moravians, "We have a mission that needs you to complete. Please come over here."

The admiral put down his hand, walked quickly to the map table, picked up the photos that had just been airdropped from the rear, picked out a few and placed them in front of the candle: "Come, please look, the Air Force has photographed a large number of Ant armored forces in Yeisk, and the Air Force will conduct dive bombing tomorrow to verify the authenticity of these tanks.

"But I guess these tanks must be protected by Ant's magic arrows, and the Stuka will not achieve too good results. And the horizontal bombing hit rate is limited. In addition, bombing alone is not enough to tell whether these tanks are real or fake. After all, fake tanks may also be splashed with fuel, so they will catch fire when bombed.

"The only way to identify these tanks is through low-altitude reconnaissance, but the bastards of the Air Force will not do it. As long as there is a place defended by divine arrows, the Air Force will never carry out low-altitude bombing. Do you understand what I mean by this?"

"You mean the Air Force is unreliable?" Lieutenant General Moravia asked in confusion.

"That's what I mean." The general waved his hand, "I want you to penetrate the enemy's defense line, attack these tank units, and confirm whether they are real tanks!"

The Moravian frowned: "If these are real tanks, my cavalry army will suffer heavy losses."

"If you want to become a true Aryan, you have to bear this sacrifice." Admiral Poker said with a straight face and an unquestionable tone, "If you don't carry out this order, please come back and I will take the photo myself." The telegram explains the reason for your return."

Lieutenant General Moravia sighed: "Okay, let's go scout these tanks. You must give us praise after we complete the mission and help us become true citizens of the empire!"

Admiral Poker: "I promise."

Lieutenant General Moravia saluted and turned to leave. Admiral Poker called out to him: "Wait a minute, you don't have to leave in the middle of the night. You can leave tomorrow morning. You can still have a hot meal tonight."

Suddenly, there was an explosion outside.

Lieutenant General Moravia's body was about to react subconsciously and fall to the ground, but he stopped when he saw that no one around him was moving, but his adjutant had already fallen down.

"What is this?" the lieutenant general asked.

Admiral Pork replied calmly: "Witch, night witch."

The lieutenant general was shocked: "Did the Ant people invest real witches?"

"No, it's their night bomber regiment, piloted by female pilots. They come to drop bombs at this time every day."

"But I didn't hear the engine!"

The admiral pointed to the roof of the tent: "You will hear it soon, please be patient."

As if echoing the admiral's words, the sound of engines came from the air.

Lieutenant General Moravia cursed, probably in Moravia, which was quite different from standard Prossen, and Admiral Poker couldn't understand it.

General: "These witches will turn off their engines when they approach our military base, and rely on the amazing aerodynamic capabilities of their aircraft to float over, so you can only hear the whooshing sound of the wings as they streak across the sky, as if A witch is flying on a broomstick.

"They will not start the engines until the bombing is over. People from the Air Force said that they will lose a lot of speed when turning and have to start the engines to ensure the speed and altitude of the aircraft."

At this time, the Moravia who was lying on the ground got up and dusted himself awkwardly.

Admiral Poker: "Is your adjutant a new recruit?"

The lieutenant general nodded.

At this time, the sound of the plane's engine finally faded away, and the lieutenant general asked: "Can this kind of attack cause a lot of damage?"

The chief of staff of the group army replied: "No, we shot down an enemy plane and found that there was no observation equipment for night use at all. They found the target based on the firelight of the anti-aircraft guns, so as long as the anti-aircraft guns fired, most of the bombs would fall. Around the anti-aircraft guns.

"So we concluded the best way to deal with this kind of bombing, just ignore them, use complete blackout to fight, and do not use anti-aircraft guns. They will be blinded, and the results of the air raid will be reduced sharply."

Lieutenant General Moravia showed a contemptuous smile: "Isn't that completely useless?"

The chief of staff replied with a serious expression: "No, some people will still be killed. For example, the Army Headquarters will be bombed to death on average eight people every night. This kind of continuous casualties will have a catastrophic impact on morale."

Admiral Poker said: "So it would be better if you could destroy the witch's airport by the way. After destroying the witch, let the soldiers in the army sleep well, please."

The Moravians saluted a second time.

At this time, a staff officer came in with a document: "Report, preliminary casualty statistics. Six people died tonight."

Admiral Pork: "Not bad, below average. The night witches don't kill us as much as mosquitoes and lice! These two pests suck hundreds of kilograms of blood from our soldiers every day! Hundreds of kilograms!" "

Lieutenant General Moravia didn't know what to say for a moment.

Admiral Poker waved his hand: "Okay, let's go, eat and rest. I believe I have arranged a room suitable for your military rank."

As soon as the admiral finished speaking, the orderly who had been waiting outside the tent door came in and said, "We are ready, two generals."

Admiral Poker made a sign of invitation, and the Moravian followed the orderly.

As soon as they left, the Army Chief of Staff asked: "Isn't it bad to consume them like this? Maybe we can also use cavalry to attack Rokosov's transportation line."

Admiral Poker shook his head: "Reports from all sides mentioned that the terrain below the South Ant grassland is rugged. It's not that I don't want to sneak attack Rokossov's logistics, but even the cavalry will easily die in this damn green if no one leads the way. In hell.”