Arc of Gunfire

As soon as Weidel finished speaking, a shell hit the No. 4 gun position in the distance.

The Anters finally discovered the exact location of the cannon!

The high-explosive bomb fuse was triggered by the shield of the No. 4 gun. The flash of explosion and thick smoke immediately engulfed the gun barrel. The shock wave swept through the entire gun emplacement, tearing apart the camouflage net and the low wall of sandbags.

All the gunners of the No. 4 gun flew up, and the lucky one who flew the farthest landed directly on top of Wedel's head, tearing up the camouflage net with a sizzling sound, and slapped it on the floor behind Wedel.

The sand caught in the camouflage net fell on Weidel's big cap like a waterfall.

Weidel looked down at the gunner flying over and found that he had not fallen unconscious and was still subconsciously trying to sit up.

"Medic!" Weidel yelled.

Immediately a noncommissioned officer wearing a red cross cuff rushed over and began to inspect the gunner.

Weidel raised his head and looked at the No. 4 gun, and found that the entire gun mount had been blown sideways, and there was also a huge dent in the gun mantlet. The location where the high-explosive bomb exploded could be seen.

Things around the gun emplacement were smashed to pieces by shell fragments, and the ammunition boxes were riddled with holes. Fortunately, the shells inside were not detonated.

"General!" the adjutant shouted, "get out of here quickly——"

Before he finished speaking, new artillery shells fell on the position.

Ant tanks began to fire volleys at the exposed positions.

High-explosive bombs exploded on the position one after another.

Weidel hid directly in the traffic trench, leaning against the wall and pressing the big cap with his hand.

The adjutant also followed and shouted loudly amidst the artillery fire: "General! Retreat quickly!"

Weidel pushed him away: "No! I will persist here until the end!"

"General!" The adjutant came forward again and reached out to grab Weidel's shoulder.

Weidel pushed very hard this time, pushing the adjutant to the other side of the traffic trench.

"Asshole! Haven't you seen it yet? The situation of the war has changed! What awaits us in the future is endless persistence and retreat! I may not be the first General Proson to live and die with the position, and I certainly will not The last one!" Weidel stared at the adjutant, "If you want to run, just run."

After speaking, Weidel picked up the submachine gun that had just fallen to the ground, patted the mud on it, and turned on the safety.

At this time, ammunition exploded at the No. 2 gun position not far away. The strong wind blew away Wedel's big cap, completely exposing his bald head.

A machine gun fired somewhere, and the sound of tearing canvas drowned out the screams from the anti-aircraft gun position.

Wedel held a submachine gun and walked along the traffic trench in the direction of the machine gunfire.

The adjutant struggled to get up and follow the general, completely unaware that his golden adjutant's ribbon had been broken by shrapnel and was hanging on his belt.

Before Wedel could arrive, the machine gun went silent.

The sound of the tank's engine was already close at hand.

Wedel looked out of the communication trench and saw a tank full of infantry rushing through the first trench not far away.

This tank is very short, and the sides of the body feel like they have been flattened. There is only a thin layer on the tracks, and then there is the turret.

And the tank's turret is even more weird. As if to distinguish it from the square Proson welded turret, it turns out to be an upside-down pot lid.

Because he was too surprised, Wedel didn't realize the benefits of this cast turret for a while, he just thought it was funny.

After all, since the birth of tanks, the turret has been square.

The Jarhead tank fired while running over the trench. The infantrymen on the back of the tank jumped out one after another, rolled on the ground for a buffer, then stood up and fired.

Most of the soldiers in the military guard regiment are also equipped with 98K rifles, which are no match for Ant soldiers with full automatic weapons in close combat.

What's more, these Ant soldiers all have Guards cloaks, and they are what veterans call "cloak cockroaches."

Although they are called cockroaches, no one dares to underestimate the combat effectiveness of the Guards veterans.

Even the most stubborn Prosen veterans have to admit that many of the Ant people have become terrifying warriors.

Weidel raised the submachine gun in his hand and squeezed the trigger. As a result, the submachine gun that had just been bathed in the mud misfired!

After pulling the trigger several times without success, Weidel remembered that he should troubleshoot the problem and yanked the charging handle.

The unfired bullet in the chamber was caught by the bullet hook and flew into the air, but it got stuck during the reset of the charging handle.

It seems that sand got into the bolt and got mixed into the engine oil.

While Weidel was fighting with his submachine gun, a loud shout rang out in front of him: "Don't move! Hand down the gun and you won't kill!"

The adjutant opened fire, and the pistol bullet hit the chest of Priest Ant who was shouting.

The priest fell backwards and pulled the trigger, causing the thread cutter to make a farting sound.

Wedel was hit by several bullets, and the medal on his chest was shattered by the "flying weight" fired by the thread-cutting machine, and it collapsed everywhere.

He was still a little conscious when he fell. After all, the weight only smashed his upper body and spared his brain. Occasionally, he would remain alive for a few seconds.

Weidel looked at the sky and suddenly thought that his wife in his hometown was looking at the same sky.

This is a rare bit of poetry for this serious Prossen man.

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Podolkov drove the jeep, knocked away the sandbags blocking the road, and rushed into the "yard" surrounded by a bunch of vehicles.

The gunner used the M2 Laoganma to sweep everyone around, then realized that there was no one in the "yard", and the bullets hit the iron plate of the vehicle.

"Be good!" Podolkov held on to his hat that had just fallen off while speeding, and raised his submachine gun. "These cars have so many antennas. Is this a headquarters?"

(Indeed)

Podolkov jumped out of the jeep and headed for the largest armored vehicle.

When he arrived at the car door, he saw the map hanging inside and shouted: "Here! There is a map inside! It must be a command car!"

He jumped up the small ladder at the door of the car and got into the car.

A Proson soldier rushed up with a strange scream, waving the dagger in his hand.

Podolskov knocked the dagger away with the butt of his gun, kicked the Prosin to the other side of the map room with a flying kick, and then added a short burst.

"Sukabu!" he cursed, "Should I be caught alive?"

The gunner also came in and glanced at the killed Prossen: "Don't panic, commander. He's not an officer. He's probably an orderly or a guard. He can't get any information."

Podolkov felt relieved and looked at the map filled with a carriage with a submachine gun: "Hey, what level of headquarters is this? Is it a division headquarters? This must be a division headquarters, right? There are so many troops outside. Where’s the antenna car?”

Gunner: "It's possible. Commander, haven't you learned map recognition?"

"I learned it quickly. I can understand where a map is and what the coordinates are, but I have never learned serious military cartography! You want me to read maps, but I can't do it!" Podolisco The husband shook his head repeatedly, "Before the war, I was just a tractor driver!"

Just then, the phone rang.

Both of them turned around nervously, pointing their guns at the phone.

"I'm shocked!" Podolskov picked up the receiver, then remembered that he didn't speak Plosin, and hurriedly asked the gunner, "What do Plosin people say when they answer the phone?"

Gunner: "I don't know! In the Prossen phrasebook issued by the front army, there are only "Don't kill if you surrender your gun" and "Ante's army treats prisoners preferentially."

Podolkov: "Hey! Hand over the gun and don't kill!"

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Marshal Gron pressed the receiver on the phone and looked up at the newly promoted chief of staff.

Chief of Staff: "What's wrong, Marshal?"

Marshal Gron: "The Asgard Second Armored Corps is finished. They reported 100 tanks in the morning, and a quarter of them are new Type VI tanks."

The chief of staff quickly turned around and gestured to the staff, and a "defeated" mark was affixed to the icon representing the Second Armored Corps.

Now there are only ten staff officers in the entire army group headquarters, and their military ranks are generally very low. Even the chief of staff is only a major, and they are all temporarily recruited from other places to make up the number.

Marshal Gron stared at the map, pondered for a moment and said: "We must start to retreat towards Shepetovka. Otherwise, we will be completely surrounded by Rokosov's pincer offensive."

The new chief of staff hesitated for a moment and replied: "Okay, then I will start preparing a retreat plan!"

Marshal Gron looked at him and sighed: "You should question me first and remind me that His Majesty will not agree to retreat."

"Well, His Majesty will not agree to retreat!"

The marshal shook his head, turned and walked towards the coat rack: "Forget it, I'd better transfer the army group headquarters to the headquarters of the Second Army Group, so that it can at least play some role. Prepare the vehicle! Also, notify the Second Army Group, Prepare to retreat!"

New Chief of Staff: "So... where is your Majesty?"

Marshal Gron: "I will call him, of course at the headquarters of the Second Army."

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"The new medium tank seems to be at a fifty-fifty level with the enemy's heavy tanks," Pavlov handed the report to Wang Zhong, "but the infantry they carry have rocket launchers, so they rely on the infantry's firepower to kill all the enemy's heavy tanks." ”

Wang Zhong looked at the report and smiled bitterly: "Using anti-tank infantry on the back of tanks to fight tanks, why does it feel like a job only Bahara people can do?"

Vasily: "No, if the Bahara people can jump off a platoon from a tank, we are still not as exaggerated as they are."

Wang Zhong: "Have you met the Bahara people?"

While Barras was joining forces with the Bahara troops of the United Kingdom, Vasily was cramming in military staff studies at the military academy.

Vasily: "I heard it from people who participated in the Baras expedition."

Pavlov coughed and brought back the topic that was thousands of miles away: "At this point, the enemy's organic armored forces have been almost exhausted by us. We still have some intact armored brigades, which should be completed within a few days. Encirclement.”

Wang Zhong: "But this time, the enemy may run away, just like we ran out of the encirclement continuously during last summer's battle."

Pavlov: "Yes, and this time the enemy has a railway and a high-standard road built from Shepetovka, so he might be able to escape. I suggest that the frontal troops that have been containing the attack before also go into the attack. Don’t give the enemy a chance to organize a retreat.”

Wang Zhong: "Do we have enough artillery?"

"Of course," Pavlov said.

Wang Zhong: "Then let's start tomorrow. Our soldiers have been conducting diversionary attacks for almost two weeks, and they are probably impatient."

Popov: "Sure, this is more effective than any mobilization."