Arc of Gunfire

While the blocking battle was going on, the port was also in a fierce battle.

The commander of the 393rd Brigade, Alomeyev, set up his headquarters on a water tower outside the port area and observed the situation in the port area with a telescope.

"This doesn't seem like the resistance of Balas's troops. When landing, Balas's Royal Guards were scared away by the anti-tank artillery troops using armor-piercing shells." Alomeyev put down the telescope and turned to ask the adjutant, "Have you captured any prisoners? Bring them here for interrogation."

"No, Brigadier General. The enemy's fighting will is very tenacious. Even if they are injured, they will continue to resist." The adjutant reported.

The brigade commander said: "With such a high resistance will, maybe they are the royal family's personal soldiers?"

Alomeyev thought for a while and said: "Move a body here. I have an ominous premonition."

Soon a body was moved and placed in front of Alomeyev.

The brigadier general squatted down and lifted the military cap of the body.

The light golden hair was exposed to the sun.

Alomeev: "Are there any Balas people... with blond hair?"

The brigade commander shook his head: "Yes, there are not many, but there are."

The sergeant who came to carry the bodies said: "But the Balas soldiers we killed were all blond. None of the soldiers we captured who retreated from the beach this morning had blond hair, Brigadier General!"

Alomeev looked up at the sergeant and asked: "What language do these 'Balaas people' speak? Is it Proson?"

The sergeant shook his head: "We don't know."

"How can we not know!" Alomeev cursed, "You have heard so much Proson on the battlefield, Sayse, Akutong, can't you tell it apart?"

Sergeant: "If you say it's similar, it does look very similar to Proson, but we are really completely different. I haven't heard of the Baras language, so I can't compare it. We don't have anyone who knows the Proson language, so we can't be sure that it is the Proson language. The languages ​​of the northern countries are also very similar to the Proson language, right? "

Aromeyev: "You are quite logical. Don't worry about these. Just tell me if you feel like you are fighting with the Proson people when fighting them?"

"Yes." The sergeant answered very straightforwardly, "But they are equipped with Sten submachine guns and Bren light machine guns, as well as Maxim, and the iconic sound of the Proson machine guns is not heard at all."

The brigade bishop said to Aromeyev: "It seems that we have encountered Proson people disguised as Baras troops. No wonder the port is so difficult to take down."

At this time, the sound of machine guns came from the direction of the port area.

Aromeyev immediately recognized that this was the machine gun on the "destroyer": "The warship has helped us so much, but we still can't take it down! General Rokossov trusts us very much! Tell the troops, I don't care if the enemy is Proson or Baras, rush up and fight hand-to-hand. We must take down the port before the general's ship can see the port!" As soon as he finished speaking, the sergeant who brought the body said: "Brigadier General! The port buildings are all reinforced concrete, and the naval guns can't do anything to them. We need the support of direct-fire guns! Otherwise, the casualties will be very huge!" Aromeyev: "Don't you have explosive packs? The naval infantry has never been a force that can't attack without guns! Blow it up!" The next moment, an explosion was heard from the direction of the port area. Aromeyev frowned: "This gun sounds like it has a large caliber. Is it the enemy's or ours?"

Brigade Commander: "It may be ours. You can hear the ship's guns are still firing. If the enemy fired at the warship, the 'destroyer' would have stopped firing long ago due to its fragile body."

Aromeyev raised his telescope and looked at the port area in confusion. Unfortunately, the buildings in the port area blocked his view and he could not see what was happening at the dock.

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Fifteen minutes ago, the channel into Moha Port.

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof shouted to the captain of the transport ship: "Didn't you see? The buildings in the port are all made of cement. The guns of the 'destroyers' can't do anything to them! The naval infantry needs 100mm guns with vortex!" The captain shook his head: "No, no, my sailors are also responsible for transporting supplies! After the expeditionary force finishes fighting in Baras, we still have to transport the supplies of the Allied forces. It's hard to find such skilled sailors now. I can't dock when the enemy still controls the dock! "This ship is also very precious. Do you know how many such ships there are in the entire inland sea? No, can't take risks!" Lieutenant Colonel Yusof pulled out a pistol and put it on the captain's forehead: "I suspect you are a Proson spy!" "Just suspect it!" The captain did not give in, "The biggest difference between you and me is that I can distinguish priorities! It's definitely not worth losing this ship and sailors to capture Moha Port!" Lieutenant Colonel Yusof: "If you can't take Moha Port, there will be no supply line! "You are exaggerating. I know the level of the Baras people. They will definitely not be able to hold on!" The captain still refused to give in, and even took a step forward, letting the muzzle of the pistol imprint on his forehead like a seal. At this time, the bishop of the 225th Division Tank Destroyer Battalion came forward, grabbed Lieutenant Colonel Yusof's gun with one hand, and grabbed the captain's shoulder with the other hand, and separated the two men, and took off the gun by the way. Lieutenant Colonel Yusof stared at the bishop with wide eyes: "Where does your brute force come from?" Bishop: "Don't worry about it! I have a good idea. Captain, our destroyer can hit whatever it points to at a distance of 1,800 meters! Can you clear a space on the deck of your boat and build a platform with wood or something so that the destroyer can drive up? "

The captain turned to look at the vortex that was fixed on the deck: "How much does this car weigh? 30 tons? You can get a platform, but one car won't make any difference, right?"

"Yes!" Lieutenant Colonel Yusov said with renewed vigor, "The high-explosive shell of our 100mm gun contains six kilograms of TNT, and even reinforced concrete cannot withstand it! Once the shell is fired, everyone inside will be stunned for a minute. ”

The captain glanced at the dock where the gunfire was dense, thought for a few seconds and finally nodded: "1800 meters! It won't get any closer! Let your tank crew and my crew work on the platform together!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yusov turned around and shouted: "Did you hear that? Get a platform quickly! Misha, your crew fires! If you can't hit it, just dig out the shit!"

The people on the ship were all busy. The captain himself stared at the side for a minute, and then said to the boatswain: "You direct the platform and tanks to be in place, and I will go to the bridge to direct the ship to enter the port."

Boatswain: "Leave it to me."

After another ten minutes of tossing, a vortex finally drove onto the temporary platform, driven by the crew designated by Lieutenant Colonel Yusof.

The battalion staff also got an artillery mirror to be mounted next to the destroyer to observe target data.

The observer loudly reported: "1700 meters away from the pier! 1850 meters away from the pier complex office building occupied by the enemy, you can shoot!"

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof stood next to the artillery mirror, nervously observing the building with his binoculars.

Suddenly, the Vortex opened fire, and the thick smoke and violent wind from the muzzle blew away Lieutenant Colonel Yusoff's big cap.

The lieutenant colonel didn't care about this at all, focusing entirely on the building in the telescope.

A second later, thick smoke spewed out from a row of windows on the first floor of the building. Apparently a high-explosive bomb penetrated through a certain window and exploded in the room.

The shock wave of the explosion shook half the walls of the building and raised a layer of dust, which looked like a protective film suddenly appeared on the concrete surface.

The glass of the last remaining window on the second floor shattered into countless pieces, falling into a layer of billowing dust.

"Okay!" Lieutenant Colonel Yusof shouted, "Keep firing! Kill the turtle in the building!"

The second shot came as soon as he finished speaking.

This time, it aimed at what looked like a stairwell in the middle of the office building. The shell hit the second floor directly, and smoke engulfed the first and third floors.

Maxim, who had been shooting just now, misfired. In fact, shooting in the entire building stopped.

Lieutenant Colonel Yusof saw the navy infantrymen in black military uniforms with large lapels carrying bobosa rushing to the front of the building and throwing grenades at the windows of the building.

"Don't accidentally injure the naval infantry, change the target! Change the target!" the lieutenant colonel shouted, "turn the vehicle 10 degrees to the left, there is a two-story building still spraying flames outwards!"

Immediately, a soldier climbed up the vortex and shouted into the open hatch: "Turn left 10 degrees, target two-story building!"

The vortex turned ten degrees, and the muzzle was aimed at the two-story building.

The first shot hit the outer wall of the building, and the smoke from the explosion swallowed up most of the building.

The machine guns and rifles that were firing all stopped, and everyone in the room was probably stunned.

The naval infantry who had just been hiding behind the low wall opposite the building immediately jumped out and rushed towards the building, without wasting any time for the enemy to be stunned.

Yusof was very happy: "Move the target again, the car body does not move, there is a warehouse with a huge number 2! Shooting is taking place on the second floor of the warehouse, fire!"

The Vortex fired, and this time it hit the outer wall of the warehouse directly. The dust raised completely deprived the enemy of the machine gun's range of fire.

The naval infantry, who were accidentally covered by the "smoke", immediately dispatched and rushed into the smoke.

Yusof: "Okay! Next target!"

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Aromeev could not see the fighting on the other side of the port, but he could hear the sound of machine gun fire diminishing as the cannon fire came one after another.

The naval infantry also had machine guns, but they were all heavy Maxims with wheels and guards. They were not very easy to use during an attack, and the infantry were not willing to use them.

Therefore, the sound of machine guns weakened, indicating that the enemy had been severely damaged.

"Although I don't know who is shooting, remember to remind me to apply for Ant Hero Gold Star for him afterwards." Aromeev said to the Brigade Bishop.

Bishop: "Don't worry. But I think this hero will definitely receive a lot of praise afterwards. If we don't apply, there will be others who will help him apply for the Gold Star."

"Then don't we have to apply? Otherwise it will look like there is a grudge between our navy and the army!"

At this time, a messenger rushed over on a bicycle and shouted: "Report! With the cooperation of the vortex destroyer on the ship, we have fully controlled the second pier, and the transport ship can dock!"

Aromeyev nodded and said to the adjutant beside him: "Send a flare and let the transport ship dock!"