Arc of Gunfire

At 2300 hours, on the road leading to Bogdanovka.

"Battal Commander!" The reconnaissance troops in front came back on motorcycles and said to Major Hausen, the commander of the 504th Independent Tank Destroyer Battalion in Prossen, "We are one kilometer ahead and have already seen Hill 171. Still not ambushed.”

Major Howson pursed his lips: "How is that possible! Ant's motorized troops rushing in front of us will definitely ambush us. That is the most suitable ambush location!"

The scout on the motorcycle said: "They are Rokosov's troops. Rokosov likes to violate our military common sense most, Major."

Major Howson thought for a few seconds and nodded: "That makes sense."

The two scouts on the motorcycle looked at each other.

Major Howson noticed this detail and said, "This way, you two will go at the front of the queue until we pass the high ground."

The two scouts stared with fear in their faces.

Major Hausen punched the top armor of the fighting room: "Asshole! You two didn't carry out my order! If you disobey orders on the battlefield, you should be shot on the spot! But, I want you to be the vanguard 100 meters in front of the entire battalion!"

"Remember, from a distance of 100 meters, I can kill you with an anti-aircraft machine gun. Don't even think about escaping!"

The two scouts remained silent: "We can't... we..."

Major Howson: "If our battalion reaches Bogdanovka safely, you two will be innocent and no one will report your actions to the military police."

The two scouts looked at each other, and the driver turned the car around and drove back along the road they had just come from.

Major Howson picked up the microphone: "The rest is over. Those who have not completed the inspection can choose to stay for inspection, while others continue to move forward at full speed."

At this time, the battalion commander of the No. 3 Assault Artillery Battalion said: "We are tracked vehicles. In fact, we can not take the main road. Although it will be slower, we can avoid the enemy's ambush."

Major Howson: "You are right. We can avoid the danger zone and return to the main road."

At this time, the commander of the lead vehicle said: "But the two leading soldiers have already gone."

Major Howson: "Ignore them. Lead vehicle, turn left off the road, take Carlino, and bypass Highland 171."

"yes."

The engine roared, and Major Howson saw the lead car turn and drive off the road.

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Captain Short stood in the newly dug foxhole, looking into the distance with his binoculars.

To be honest, it is cloudy tonight and the lighting is not good. The telescope is basically useless. It is dark and wintery and you can't see anything.

At this time, the guerrilla wearing a felt hat jumped into Captain Short's foxhole carrying a Molotov cocktail.

Captain: "You can't throw Molotov cocktails here, it's too far."

"You mean this? No, no, this is a drink for both of us." As he spoke, the guerrilla pulled out the alcohol-stained cloth from the head of the Molotov cocktail, put it in his mouth, took two mouthfuls and spit it out, and then turned to the mouth of the bottle. A big mouthful.

Captain Short: "Is it appropriate to drink like this?"

"Why is it inappropriate? It's not that you can't light strong liquor! This is good wine! We usually drink Prossen beer that tastes like horse urine."

"You still drink Prossen beer?"

"That's right. Let me tell you, Commander Prosin stationed in Bogdanovka is a wonderful man. He secretly made false accounts, took care of errands, and colluded with us to resell supplies. If he is exposed, call us Let’s go to Boda!”

Captain Short was shocked: "There are still such Prossens?"

"Yeah, he said all day long that he was going to fail anyway, so he might as well have fun. He was like this when he first came to Bogdanovka and took office. Let me tell you, he even secretly looked at Marshal Rokossov's Pamphlet, I think the Marshal is right.

"I heard from him that there is also an organization within Proson, called Valkyrie or the Order of the Phoenix."

Captain Short frowned: "Valkyrie and Order of the Phoenix are not the same word in Prosen, right? The pronunciation is very different!"

"Do you still know Prosen?"

"My grandfather's father was from Plosen. At that time, many Plosen nobles were driven to Ant by the conqueror, and he was one of them."

"No wonder your name is Short, not the name of a saint."

The names of the Ant people are named according to the month, and most of them are names related to saints or religions, so you can tell whether you are an "original" Ant person by looking at the name.

The guerrilla stretched out his hand: "I am the captain of the divisional guerrillas and have been fighting behind enemy lines for two years."

"Enlisted in the army for the first year." Captain Short held the guerrilla leader's hand.

This is also Ant's unique way of saying hello now, saying which year he joined the battle. The earlier he joins, the more respected he will be.

"Want some?" The guerrilla leader handed the Molotov cocktail to Captain Short.

The captain took it, took a sip, and immediately frowned, feeling the burning sensation going down his esophagus.

The guerrilla leader patted the captain on the back: "Hahahaha, I can tell by looking at your expression that you don't drink often. Your family has been in Ant for more than a hundred years. It's very rare that you haven't turned into a drunkard."

Captain Short: "Is this rare? I heard that Marshal Rokossov doesn't drink much either (actually because he is a Seris)."

"Really?" the captain was shocked, "We often listen to Yebao's radio broadcast, and the radio says that he is a genuine Ant man."

Captain Short: "The marshal's troops know that he doesn't drink much."

At this time, there was the sound of an engine in the distance, followed by a burst of submachine gun fire.

Captain Short put down the Molotov cocktail and picked up his submachine gun.

At this time, someone ran over quickly: "Report! We destroyed a motorcycle, wounded one and killed one!"

Soon the wounded Plossen was brought over. He was wearing the leather jacket of the Plossen motorcycle unit and seemed to be a scout.

"I can speak Plossen." The local priest came over and asked in Plossen, "How long will the assault artillery unit behind you arrive?"

"They left the road and didn't follow us." The Plossen said, "We were sent here to die because we disobeyed orders and didn't follow the orders to scout."

The priest cursed: "Sukabulie."

Guerrilla leader: "Nolinka, Nolinka also has our detachment, I need to make a call!"

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Major Hausen has seen the outline of Nolinka ahead.

After passing through this small village, you can drive onto the small road. Although it is not as wide and high-quality as the repaired main road, it can also run at a good speed.

In this way, you can escape.

He was a little relieved.

His troops drove into the village one after another, gradually filling the village road in the center of the village.

At this moment, the lights of the surrounding houses suddenly lit up, and Molotov cocktails flew out from the second floor and roof of the building like raindrops.

Major Hausen was shocked: "What?"

Before he could pick up the anti-aircraft machine gun to resist, a black shadow leaped down and landed on the top armor of the tank.

The black shadow held the PPSh and fired at Major Hausen at zero distance.

The major covered his chest and widened his eyes, trying to see the attacker's face clearly, but he was horrified to find that it was Rokossov -

This is an illusion - with this thought, he sank into a dream that he would never wake up.