Arc of Gunfire

Captain Ivenson led his shabby "detachment" across a hedge in the dark and came to the low wall.

There looked to be a road on the other side of the low wall, and not far away behind another hedge was a Prosen anti-aircraft gun firing.

Priest: "Shouldn't we take out the anti-aircraft guns? This will prevent more people from having their leg bags knocked off."

Ivenson: "First, it is a blessing to see that the shells from the anti-aircraft guns exploded all around and only the leg bags were lost. Second, the only weapons we have now are my small pistol and your Bible."

"The Bible can inspire the spirit, and sometimes it is more powerful than guns." The pastor said seriously, "But you are right now, the Bible is of no use."

At this time, the two heard a crisp "click" sound coming from the hedge behind them.

Ivenson signaled the pastor to stop talking, took out the prop and hit it twice, and responded with two "clicks".

The next moment, a small group of people emerged from the woods, and the noncommissioned officer leading the group recognized Ivenson at a glance: "Captain?"

"Hello Sergeant."

Sergeant: "Captain, there is definitely something wrong with our landing point. Except for Bob, all the brothers behind me are brothers from the 101st Division. Did we land at the 101st Division's air landing field?"

The man from the 101st Division replied as soon as he finished speaking: "But we didn't find our sergeant and captain. Maybe they fell into your air landing field."

Captain Ivenson: "You heard the sound. There is a Prossen anti-aircraft gun on the other side of the fence. Let's go over and kill the anti-aircraft gun. Let's see if there is a deployment map of the Prossen people. We can know who we are based on the deployment map. Where did it fall?"

Sergeant: "Using the Prossen deployment map is also a way. I heard that their deployment plans are always very detailed. But here comes the question, do you know Prossen, Captain?"

"I know a little bit and can read maps. Also, I have studied their military cartography and know how to draw their maps. Do you have any extra weapons? Give me one."

"There is no captain, but you can use the captured ones after knocking out the Prossen's anti-aircraft guns."

"That's it, give me a grenade just in case."

The sergeant immediately took a grenade off his neck and handed it to Ivinson.

"Set off!"

After Ivinson gave the order, the soldiers of the 101st Division climbed over the low wall, crossed the road and got into the opposite hedge.

Ivenson climbed over the wall himself and followed, and as he passed through the hedge there was the sound of Thomson submachine gun fire, and the Prossen's cry: "Agon (attention)!"

There was the explosion of a grenade, followed by a rapid fire from a Garand rifle.

The continuous fire ends with a crisp "clang", which is also a feature of the Garand semi-automatic rifle.

The firing of the anti-aircraft guns stopped. Ivenson ducked through the hedge and saw the outline of the anti-aircraft guns and the Prossen man lying in the shooter's position.

The sergeant ran over, put an MP40 into Ivinson's hand, and then handed Proson's magazine bag.

"Captain, your weapons."

"Thank you." Evanson nodded, "Look for the enemy's deployment plan."

"Here!"

The sound came from the brightly lit small house next to the gun emplacement. Ivinson hurried over and opened the door and saw the defense zone map hanging inside.

The 101st Division soldiers who spotted the house stepped back and gave way.

Ivenson studied Proson's map carefully and cursed: "Our location is neither the landing zone of our division nor the 101st Division. We are almost ten miles off."

Sergeant: "What then?"

"It's just ten miles. Let's move towards the predetermined location of the battalion headquarters. We will collect our people on the way and kill all the Prossens we encounter."

After speaking, Ivenson tore Proson's map off the wall, folded it twice and put it in his pocket.

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As soon as Erwin Rohmel got into the half-track, Admiral Speer's jeep drove into the headquarters.

The general jumped out of the car and stared at the half-track for a few seconds before rushing over: "Marshal! Marshal, you can't leave the headquarters. The resistance organization has become active and ambushes our troops everywhere!"

"I will personally go to the 21st Armored Division and command them to launch an attack." The marshal said. "During the Carolingian Battle, I personally commanded an armored division to attack the seaside of Canai. Now I will replicate this result."

"We can use the radio to call Unit 21! There are resistance organizations everywhere now. You shouldn't leave the headquarters at least before dawn! The resistance organizations have an advantage at night! They are familiar with the terrain and can sneak attack on us!"

"The landing will begin at dawn!"

"We will be able to resume communication with the 21st Armored Division by daybreak."

Erwin: "I personally command the 21st outfit and can adapt accordingly, don't worry."

With that said, he got into the half-track vehicle and shouted an order: "Let's go!"

Admiral Speer then got off the pedal of the half-track vehicle, stood back and watched as the armored convoy of nine half-track vehicles filed out of the headquarters compound.

The general's adjutant reassured: "There are nine armored vehicles. The resistance organization cannot handle such a large armored vehicle formation."

"I hope so." General Speer sighed, "The enemy is in front of us, but the commander-in-chief went to personally command an armored division!"

Adjutant: "Maybe the Marshal wants to imitate Marshal Rokossov."

"Rokossov will definitely not go to the front line now! Those reports about visiting the front line in person must be fabricated, and the photos are all staged!" Admiral Schmidt waved his hand, turned around and walked quickly Walking into the Western Front Headquarters, "The commander is not here, so we have to perform our duties. Has the contact with the Asgard Knights been restored?"

Adjutant: "I don't know. Like you, I just arrived at the headquarters."

"Then go find out, you idiot!"

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Let Boer lead his team to ambush on the roadside.

Vice-captain Will asked worriedly: "Are you sure there will be Prossens coming from here?"

"Of course, we have tested that every time we cut off the phone line of the Prosen people, the maintenance team will pass through here and reach the midpoint of the line, so that they can test whether the break point is in the first half of the line or the second half. part."

Will: "Every time?"

"It happens every time, so if we ambush here, we can blow up the maintenance team's truck. If there is a living Proson engineer, we will kill him with a submachine gun."

At this time, the guerrillas on the lookout ran back and said nervously: "It's broken, nine armored vehicles are coming!"

Jean Bol frowned: "How many cars?"

"I counted nine cars with their lights on. If they didn't, I wouldn't know."

At this time everyone heard the engine sound of the enemy armored vehicle.

Will: "There are only fifteen of us, nine armored vehicles, not to mention dozens of enemies. Are we still fighting?"

Jean Bol took a deep breath: "Hit! We have the advantage of a surprise attack. We will retreat when the enemy reacts! We won't blow up the armored vehicle at the front of the platoon later. We will blow up the one in the middle. Maybe we can blow up some key points. Where are the people!”

Will spat and picked up the submachine gun: "Okay, I will take two people to the front to hit the head of the armored convoy."

After saying that, he led two guerrillas into the hedge and disappeared.

The guerrillas who came to report the news turned around and left, returning to their posts.

Jean Bol picked up the detonator, checked it one last time, turned it on and plugged in the lever.

The sound of the armored vehicle's engine was too late, and the vehicle lights shone directly on it.

Jean Bol shrank his neck and tried to hide his body behind the ridge on the roadside.

The first car drove past and the lights disappeared, but then the lights of the second car came back on.

Let Bol wait until the third vehicle passed by, then twist the detonation control lever.

Explosives buried in the road exploded, and a half-track was overturned and slid down the road to the bottom of a ditch on the roadside.

The sound of Sten submachine guns rang out and the explosion of grenades.

Let Bol throw away the detonator in his hand, pick up the Sten, raise his upper body, and shoot at the nearest armored vehicle.

The machine gunner on the armored vehicle was shot and fell. He pushed the machine gun aside and fired aimlessly into the sky. Tracer bullets were sprayed into the sky like urine.

The rate of fire of the MG42 is very fast, and it eats up half of the ammunition belt in one go, and then gets stuck.

the Proscenians shouted.

It could be heard that they had recovered from the initial chaos of the surprise attack.

Jean Bol heard a Plossian shouting (he could understand Plossian): "The enemies don't look like many, spread out and outflank them! Use incendiary bombs to light up the bushes for lighting!"

Jean Bol: "The enemy has reacted, retreat!"

As he spoke, he whistled, which was the retreat signal agreed with everyone.

He whistled and got into the hedge, reloading and running.

At this time, he heard the Prosin man shout: "Go and see how the marshal is doing!"

marshal?

Jean Boer couldn't restrain his excitement, spit out the whistle in his mouth, and shouted: "We seem to have injured the enemy's marshal!"

"Yes, I have the impression that the logo on that armored vehicle seems to be the logo of Marshal Erwin Rommel!"

The marshals of Prosen have their own logos, the headquarters will fly the corresponding flags, and the cars also have corresponding logos.

Jean Bol laughed loudly: "We attacked Marshal Prossen. Even if we don't kill him, we will definitely interfere with their command!"

At this time, the three-person team led by Will also appeared. As soon as they met, they asked Jean Boer: "Why did the marshal leave his headquarters at this time? Is it just the marshal's car?"

"I heard the Prossans shouting 'Go check on the Marshal'!"

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Marshal Erwin Romell was rescued from the armored car by everyone and cursed: "Damn! Schmidt was right! I'm going to the 21st Armored Division!"

"No, you have to go to the hospital!" the escort commander said seriously, "You are seriously injured now and cannot go to command."

The marshal hesitated to speak, and finally passed out due to excessive blood loss.

Guard commander: "Go to the nearest hospital! A Carolingian hospital will do, too!"

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August 3, 0440 hours in the morning, Prosen Western Front Headquarters.

"The call is connected!" the communications officer reported.

General Schmidt immediately picked up the receiver: "The 21st Armored Division?"

"Yes," the voice on the other end of the phone was the commander of the 21st Armored Division, "We have inspected all the tanks and are ready to go at any time."

"Has Marshal Romel arrived at your place?"

The commander of the 21st Armored Division hesitated: "What? Marshal? We didn't see the marshal?"

Admiral Schmidt: "He set off for your place at two o'clock. He should be here now!"

"If he arrives, the marshal should be the one talking to you on the phone right now."

Admiral Schmidt looked serious and muttered: "It's broken."

At this time, the Chief of Staff of the Proson Army on the Western Front said: "The situation of the paratrooper landing has been clarified. There are three main landing areas. We have captured prisoners from the United States and the United Kingdom. Their numbers are the 82nd, 101st and 101st of the United States. According to the information provided by the headquarters of the First Parachute Division of the United Kingdom, there are at least 50,000 paratroopers! This is an unprecedented operation!"

General Schmidt said into the phone, "I'll call you later." He hung up the phone and said to the Chief of Staff: "Yes, an unprecedented operation, 50,000 paratroopers! We captured Crete." At that time, only ten thousand paratroopers were invested!

"At this critical time, our commander, the great Marshal Romel, is not at the headquarters! Not at the headquarters!"

Chief of Staff: "Where is the marshal? Didn't he come to the headquarters of the 21st outfit?"

"No, no one knows where he is, or even whether he is dead or alive!" Admiral Schmidt sat down and sighed. "The good news is that the landing has not started yet. We still have a chance. Order immediately The Coast Guard is ready for battle."

Chief of Staff: "Marshal Romel ordered the coastal defense division to prepare for battle before going to the 21st."

"Okay." Schmidt picked up the phone and said, "Call the 400th Coastal Defense Division at the Western Wall."

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The commander of the 400th Coastal Defense Division arrived at the headquarters bunker of his unit early - the headquarters of all coastal defense divisions are on the west wall.

The headquarters bunker is the commanding height of the entire defense line. Not only can you have a panoramic view of the entire defense line, but you can also overlook the direction of the sea.

The phone rang, and the staff officer in the fortress picked up the phone: "Hello? This is the 400th Division. Yes, the division commander is here."

After speaking, the staff officer handed the receiver to the division commander: "General Schmidt from the headquarters."

"Hello Schmidt," the division commander took the receiver, "I'm in the bunker, everything is fine."

Schmidt: "Are you sure? I want you to pick up your telescope and look at the sea now. If the enemy is going to land, you should start now!"

Division Commander: "Okay, pick up the telescope and look at the sea."

He held a receiver in one hand and a telescope in the other: "It was calm, nothing. The enemy was either late or not attacking today."

"But the paratroopers have landed. There are 50,000 paratroopers! There must be a big operation. I want you to confirm again."

So the commander of the 400th Division confirmed again.

"Nothing, the sea is calm."

Schmidt: "Well, I don't know what's going on with the enemy, but at least the landing hasn't started yet. It's strange. According to common sense, it should have started now."

Commander of the 400th Division: "Then let me confirm it one last time. Maybe it will be available this time."

He slowly raised the telescope, and then his body froze.

Schmidt waited for a while and asked: "What's wrong? You talk."

The commander of the 400th Division held the receiver under his arm, rubbed his eyes with his free hand, and looked into the telescope again.

"Oh my God! Schmidt! I saw 5,000 ships! I saw 5,000 ships!"

Schmidt: "Calm down, the Allied navies don't have five thousand ships in total. They mobilized all the fishing boats during Operation Dynamo, but they only had one or two thousand ships!"

"That was five years ago! I pledged my life, and now there are five thousand ships on the sea in front of me!"

(Actually no, he was frightened.)

Schmidt: "Calm down! If the landing really starts, the enemy will prepare artillery fire, but I didn't hear the sound of artillery."

Before he finished speaking, the battleship's heavy artillery fell on the 400th Division's position, and the floor and ceiling of the bunker shook together.

Division Commander: "Now! Damn it, did you hear the sound of artillery preparations?"

Just after he finished speaking, a piece of plaster fell from the ceiling and hit the teacher on the head.