Arc of Gunfire

Alexander Fadin immediately looked for the Proson tank.

Before he found it, a friendly tank in front of him exploded violently.

Alexander was attracted by the explosion, and when he turned his eyes, some fragments blew off his tank soldier's soft hat.

"What the hell?" He raised his hand and touched his head, and found that a large piece of hair was shaved off, and his scalp was probably scratched, and his hand felt sticky.

He soon knew what the sticky thing was, because blood flowed down his forehead, onto his eyebrows, and then into his eyes.

Alexander blinked, and half of his vision was dyed red.

He wiped his eyes immediately, but before he wiped the blood off, his face was illuminated by the fire again.

The T34 on the left exploded, and the turret was blown away.

Veteran Pietro shouted on the radio: "The Proson elite armored forces are here! Smoke, keep on smoking! First cut off the line of sight of the Proson armored forces and get rid of their assault guns!

"Our main guns can't penetrate the front of the long-barreled No. 4 at a long distance! We have to find a way to get close, or attack the enemy's side!

"Fire smoke bombs--"

Pietro's voice stopped abruptly.

The battalion commander was shouting: "Pietro! Pietro, speak up!"

Lieutenant Alexander vaguely realized that this time, veteran Pietro probably couldn't dodge.

He decisively decided to execute Pietro's last order-even though Pietro was only a non-commissioned officer and he was a lieutenant.

Alexander: "Fire smoke bombs! Cover the enemy tank's vision, rush up and attack the side! We are more mobile than them!"

The main gun opened fire before the voice fell, and the shells flew far away, hitting the ground, exploding white cotton-like smoke.

However, just one smoke bomb was not enough to block the vision of Proson's tank soldiers. More shells were fired, and the T34 group that was just bullying Proson's assault guns instantly became prey.

Alexander was deeply shocked. As the most technically skilled person among the students of that period, he had always ignored the high quality of Proson's armored soldiers mentioned by the veterans, and now he finally saw it.

Then, respect for the veterans came to him spontaneously: they were actually fighting such a powerful enemy!

And now it seemed that they were going to push such a powerful enemy back!

Alexander was dominated by a feeling of "I can't lose either", and he shouted: "Forward! Our predecessors drove the original T34 to fight against such an enemy. Now we are driving the T34W, we can't embarrass the Ante tank soldiers!"

In fact, Alexander overlooked one point. The predecessors drove the T34 to fight against the short-barreled No. 3 and No. 4. In fact, the armor-piercing shells were superior, so they could still deal with the Proson tank soldiers with higher technical and tactical levels.

Now the T34W is already an outdated design, and it is at a disadvantage in the armor-piercing shells. It is really impossible to fight against the Proson tank soldiers with higher technical and tactical levels.

At this time, the correct approach is to retreat by smoke. Although the tracks of the No. 4 tank have been widened in recent years, the passing performance has not improved much. In addition, the long-barreled gun and armor have been replaced, and the mobility is even worse than that of the T34W.

After firing the smoke bomb and turning around to run, half of the crew in Alexander's battalion should be able to survive.

But Alexander's shout of "forward" just now has the whole battalion and even the whole brigade excited. They fired smoke bombs continuously and stepped on the accelerator to advance at full speed to compete with the Plosson armored soldiers.

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Major General Adel Schultz, commander of the 8th Armored Division, commander of the Schultz Combat Group, and "Armored Schultz", looked at the smoke in front and calmly ordered: "Everyone back up. The small slope behind us allows us to only expose the upper half of the vehicle body and shoot at them. The T34W can't penetrate our front and turret."

After the order was issued, the entire Plosson armored group began to retreat, as if they shared a brain.

The "small slope" Adel Schultz mentioned was actually the 202.1 high ground. The Plosson people placed a small-scale infantry unit to establish a support point to support the assault gun battalion.

The Plosson infantry had already leveled the ground, so the tank troops could reverse so smoothly to the back of the hillside.

And the infantry units also prepared machine guns to deal with Ant's "armored cavalry".

The sound of the Ant's engine was getting closer.

Adel held the radio receiver: "Attention! The enemy is going to emit smoke! Now every enemy tank has a radio, so we can't give them time to report!"

Five seconds later, the first T34 rushed out of the smoke.

Before Adel could speak, it was hit by two shells and a huge fire ignited.

There were only screams on the radio.

Immediately, T34s rushed out of the smoke one after another, turning into fireballs one after another.

The radio was full of the joyful voices of the Proson armored soldiers: "I have never seen such easy-to-deal-with Ant armored soldiers!"

"This unit must not have the title of guards!"

"If it has the title of guards, it can at least scratch my paint!"

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Alexander Fadin climbed out of the turret, stepped on the air and rolled directly into the bushes. Just at this time, the enemy machine gun swept over, and the bullets hit the armor with a clanging sound.

The infantrymen on the back of the tank had already jumped off, and now they were pulling Fadin out of the dirt with their hands and feet: "Are you still alive, Comrade Lieutenant?"

"My tank! Save my crew!" Fadin shouted.

"Hurry up and lay down smoke to save the crew!" The corporal leading the infantry ordered.

The infantrymen immediately threw out smoke bombs, climbed into the tank under the cover of smoke, and pulled out the tank crew members who didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

The corporal took out the first-aid kit and used the bandage roller inside to wrap it around Farding's head. While wrapping it, he muttered: "Lieutenant, please bear with me. I learned how to wrap bandages and sprinkle sulfa powder in first aid class. I'll give it to you later." Find the medic."

Alexander Fardin said angrily: "You should have sprinkled sulfonamide powder before putting on the bandage!"

"Ah? Oh yes, then I'll open it for you..."

"No, no, no, that's all."

At this time, several infantrymen climbing on the tank came over: "There is not a single living person left."

Fardin sighed: "The enemy penetrated us. Fortunately, the fuse of the artillery shell seems to have been damaged, otherwise I would have been trapped in it."

He looked up at the tank and said, "There's no fire. Maybe it can still be driven. I'll go to the cockpit and try -"

Corporal: "Don't go in there, Lieutenant! Can you drive a tank and fire a cannon by yourself?"

Fardin: "At least I can hit it! The pilot of the Air Force told me that in an air battle, the plane is the pilot's last bullet! The same goes for tanks!"

Just as he was about to stand up, he was pushed back to the ground by the corporal with a strong right hand: "No, Lieutenant, you can't go up! You are different from us infantry! You should turn back and go to the tanker assembly area to form a new crew." Drive a new tank and fight the enemy again!

"Leave it to us here. We have rocket launchers. If the enemy tanks want to attack, we can give them a good look! They will never catch up with you, Lieutenant!"

The other infantrymen nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Lieutenant! Leave it to us!"

Fardin glanced at the barrel behind the infantry and shook his head: "No, I can also shoot the barrel, and I can hit it more accurately than you! I have calculated the landing point of this barrel, and this thing can hit it from 300 meters! Here! I'm a jerk!"

The infantrymen looked at the corporal together.

Corporal: "Listen to the lieutenant and give him a bottle."

So the big-headed soldier took a tube and handed it to Fardin.

Fardin rushed out of the smoke with the tube and approached the Prosen tank under the cover of grass.

Proson's machine gun firepower did not detect him, but fired desperately at the T34 that had just been hit and stopped to prevent the tank crew from jumping out of the vehicle.

Fardin rushed forward two hundred meters, squatted down and began to check the status of the rocket launcher.

The corporal followed up: "Lieutenant! The enemy tanks are huddled behind the slope, with only one turret exposed. It's difficult to fight! Let's wait for the enemy to start advancing and then attack them sneakily! They are counterattacking us, and they will definitely advance!"

Fardin didn't answer, he stood up and pointed the rocket launcher into the sky.

The infantrymen hurriedly avoided the tail of the rocket launcher. Although the tail flame had been treated so that it would not turn people into adults, it could still burn people.

Fardin pulled the trigger, and the rocket launcher pulled out a parabola and hit the Prosen tank.

It was difficult to see clearly the effect of the attack with the naked eye, so Fardin didn't care at all and just lay down to hide.

Sure enough, the enemy's machine gun immediately swept over, and the two infantrymen who did not lie down in time were hit and fell to the grass.

Fardin crawled under machine gun fire, grabbing the barrel from the fallen infantryman.

When the machine gun fire turned to other places, he jumped up directly, without taking careful aim, he raised the rocket launcher and fired.

The rocket arced in a parabola and hit another Prosen tank.

Fardin went down again, but this time the Prossens fired back with grenades.

At the moment of the explosion, Fardin's brain buzzed and he fainted.

The last thing he heard was the corporal shouting, "Lieutenant!"

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"Armored Schultz" put down his binoculars with a satisfied smile on his face: "Ante's armored soldiers are still as weak. Without new tanks, they are nothing!

"My colleagues in Army Group South were beaten so badly because of the new tanks. It was the idiots in the imperial scientific research department who dragged down our glorious armored forces!"

The chief of staff of the battle group reminded in a low voice: "General, don't say this on the radio, be careful who listens. Many doctors in the scientific research department are deeply trusted by His Majesty!"

Adelshuers snorted, but stopped criticizing the Imperial Scientific Research Department.

After a brief silence, he said: "However, my colleagues in the Southern Army Group did a good job. At least they consumed all the enemy's new tanks. Now we can harvest the Ant armored forces so calmly."

At this time, someone shouted on the radio: "Smoke! There is smoke in the distance again, it may be new armored units!"

"Attention everyone," Adel picked up the microphone, "Stick to your position and rely on the advantageous terrain to annihilate the Ant armored forces. We will destroy as many as they come today!"

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Lieutenant Fardin woke up and saw the corporal's bloody face at first sight: "What are you doing? Put me down!"

"No, I have to help you go to the assembly point, Lieutenant! You have hit two Prossen tanks with rocket launchers and avenged your tank crew! Now you need to command other tank crews!" the corporal said with difficulty. He moved his steps and forcibly helped Fardin move forward.

Just as Fardin was about to speak, he heard the sound of an engine in the distance.

"Wait a minute, listen! It's our tank!"

Corporal: "Yes, so what, T34W will be given away as much as you want!"

"We want them to return!" Fardin has woken up. "Quickly, stop these tanks and don't let them send them away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tank with a round pot head rushed into the field of vision.

Lieutenant Fardin: "?"