Arc of Gunfire

On August 3, Melania’s time was 5 pm standard time, one hour ahead of the time in the Principality of Normandy.

Headquarters of the 1st Khazalia Front.

When Wang Zhong saw Amelia coming in with the liaison officer and telegraph operator, he roughly guessed what was going on. He said, "Logged in?"

"Yes." Emilia's mouth was cracked all the way to her ears, "Now on the land of Europa, you are no longer the only one fighting against Prosen."

Wang Zhong: "Don't make it sound like I am fighting against Proson alone. There are ten generals and three marshals commanding the troops on the front line."

Vasily: "There are two generals and a marshal in this room."

"I am honored, and everyone knows that my responsibilities are basically fulfilled by the marshal." Popov spread his hands, "My daily job is to control the drinking situation in the army and teach the quick-winners who get carried away. "

Everyone laughed, and Pavlov stretched out his hand to the liaison officer: "Give me the telegram. We have prepared a map and see how to draw it."

A thumbnail map of the Carolingians has been hung on the small blackboard in the corner of the room.

As Pavlov read the telegram, Emilia asked, "How are you doing?"

Wang Zhong shrugged: "The enemy has transferred many experienced combat troops, all of whom have grown fat and strong on the Western Front, which has caused us a lot of trouble, but we are still advancing.

"Now do you see the gap next to the Baltic Sea? We estimate that two million enemy troops are pouring into this gap, and tens of thousands of enemies run out of the gap every day."

Emilia was overjoyed: "Then as long as the gap is blocked, the enemy will have nowhere to go, right?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, the only problem is that the gap is 70 kilometers wide."

Emilia: "You mean, after advancing like a wind for 400 kilometers, the last 70 kilometers stumped you?"

Wang Zhong: "That's not true. The advancement speed is only a little slower than expected. Eventually, more than one million Proson troops will be surrounded and eliminated, and other defeated troops will retreat to the fortification area near Coburg.

"They will form a heavy troop group here that is very difficult to attack, but we do not need to attack them because they have almost no heavy equipment such as tanks and cannot threaten our main transportation arteries. We can surround them with part of our troops. , marching towards Prosonia with all your strength.”

Vasily continued to explain: "Because there is no heavy-duty tank production factory near Coburg, and even if there is, there is not enough raw material supply. We bombed the port of Coburg, severely damaging the throughput capacity."

Wang Zhong: "In short, regardless of the fact that the allies are urging us all day long to rescue Melania's resistance organization that is revolting, everything is going well on our side."

"And everything is going well for the Allied forces on the Western Front," Pavlov said. "At least the telegram seems to be going well. The British Army is making good progress. The Allied Forces are progressing slowly but gaining a firm foothold. The British Army's armored division is still Landed successfully."

Wang Zhong: "Where is Prosen's armored division? Did you find a new armored division number in front of us?"

"No." Pavlov shrugged. "The armored divisions we encountered were still the same old faces, and many of them had been lost to only a few tanks. The armored divisions from the Western Front have not been transferred."

Wang Zhong: "Then as long as the armored division launches an attack, the Allies may still be pushed into the sea, right?"

Emilia: "Yes, we believe that the greatest threat is the 21st Armored Division, which is deployed too close to our landing site."

Wang Zhong looked at his watch: "Oh, then it should have started to attack the landing site. There is not much sunshine left today. It will be too late if we don't attack."

Vasily: "Maybe this armored division is equipped with the kind of night vision equipment we encountered! So they will attack at night!"

Wang Zhong: "If there is such equipment, it will definitely be put on the Eastern Front first. No, I guess the 21 equipment does not have the ability to fight at night. They are either charging towards the beach now, or they are working hard."

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The commander of the 21st Armored Division put down his telescope and ordered: "Prepare artillery fire."

Chief of Staff: "They're just paratroopers!"

"But they had the bazooka, and you saw the remains of the Motorized Reconnaissance Battalion."

As far as the commander of the 21st Armored Division could see, there were burning wreckage. The reconnaissance battalion tried to attack the town held by the paratroopers and suffered heavy losses.

Chief of Staff: "It is impossible for the paratroopers to carry too many rocket launchers. Maybe they have exhausted these anti-tank weapons in order to resist the attack of the motorized reconnaissance battalion!"

"Prepare artillery fire! We will attack in half an hour!"

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Captain Ivenson asked the deputy battalion commander next to him doubtfully: "Why doesn't the enemy attack? We have all used up our rocket launchers. If they attack, we can only use Molotov cocktails and smelly socks filled with TNT to deal with the tanks."

Deputy Battalion Commander: "How do I know?"

At this time, the sound of shells breaking through the sky came from the sky.

As soon as Ivenson lay down, the ground began to shake.

The deputy battalion commander shouted: "Damn, this is at least 105 mm! It is indeed the divisional firepower of the armored division!"

Before he finished speaking, a corner of the wall of the house they were in collapsed.

One of the soldiers stood up and wanted to run out, but Ivenson grabbed him: "Crazy! If I were you, I would rather be buried than go outside!"

Obviously, you might be able to survive if you were buried, but you would definitely not be able to survive if you were to eat a shell.

At this time, soldiers were running around in the whole town, and veterans and non-commissioned officers were trying to calm the recruits: "Lie down, don't run around! Running around will easily kill you!"

The pastor held a Bible in one hand and a submachine gun in the other, strolling leisurely in the rain of shells. Once he found a wounded soldier who was still alive, he knelt down in front of the wounded soldier and muttered close to his face: "Child, I can't treat your wounds, but I can hear your last prayer, I promise it will be passed to God."

After saying this, he put his ear close to the wounded soldier's mouth and tried to listen to the unfortunate guy's last prayer.

Then the pastor found that most of the time he heard his mother.

Half an hour passed like this.

Evanson ran out of the house that had become a dangerous building and saw the pastor walking on the street like nothing happened - he was the only person standing on the whole street.

Deputy battalion commander: "Where the hell did you find this lunatic?"

"In the swamp, when I saw him, he was fishing for his Bible and communion box."

"Fuck." The deputy battalion commander cursed.

At this time, everyone could hear the roar of the engine, as well as the noise of the running mechanism and gearbox.

Deputy battalion commander: "Everyone, take your positions! The enemy armored division is attacking!"

Ivanson ran to his company's defensive position, shouting: "It's almost dark, the tanks will not attack after dark! We just need to block the initial attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a high-explosive bomb hit the two floors in front of him, pushing him back while running and falling to the ground.

When Ivanson recovered, the second shot had already been fired.

A large brick hit Ivanson next to him.

After a short silence, he shouted: "Does the enemy want to level all the houses in this town? Where does he get so much ammunition and time?"

But the roar of the tank engine did not stop, indicating that there were still tanks advancing towards the town.

Another two-story building was hit.

Ivanson understood that the enemy was preparing to rush in for hand-to-hand combat while demolishing the building.

Ivanson got up and ran into the building that was hit by a high-explosive bomb: "Are you okay?"

"The machine gun group upstairs is finished! But we are okay." The subordinate replied.

Ivanson: "The enemy is clearing the second floor, because they can throw Molotov cocktails from the second floor. Bazooka?"

"There are two more!"

Ivanson: "We shouldn't have used rockets so freely against the reconnaissance team just now. What about the enemy's anti-tank weapons?"

"You mean this?" Someone picked up Proson's weird-shaped anti-tank funnel, "I would rather open the hatch of the tank than use this."

Ivanson: "Take it, even if it can't be used as an anti-tank weapon, it can be used as a hammer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of machine guns rang out.

Ivanson: "Towards F Company! We are almost there too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cannon sounded not far away, and the building in the distance was hit.

Ivanson: "The tank is right next to us! Block the infantry and prepare to fire the bazooka!"

As he was speaking, a gun barrel appeared outside the first-floor window, followed by the tank's turret.

The whole building shook.

Ivanson shouted, poked his head out of the window, and fired at the outside. The bullets immediately knocked down two Proson soldiers.

The United States paratroopers in the house opened fire.

Ivanson fired a magazine and shouted while changing the magazine: "Anti-tank, GOGOGO!"

The bazooka shooter immediately opened the door and fired at the side armor of the tank outside.

The tail flame of the rocket when it was launched sprayed into the room, filling the whole room with smoke and dust.

"Damn Barber! Can't you go out and fire? We are almost choking to death!" someone shouted.

"No, because I'm afraid of death!" Barber threw away the disposable launch tube and retreated into the room.

The bazooka in this time and space became disposable because of Rokossov's design.

Ivanson ignored the disputes of his subordinates and lay on the window to confirm the results of the attack.

The tank stopped immediately with flames and thick smoke coming out of the cooling vents.

Evanson: "The attack is effective, take one down! Keep going--"

He leaned out and fired, then saw a Grizzly assault gun turning towards this side, the stubby barrel being calibrated.

Evanson drew back and lay down directly, shouting: "Hide!"

The shells hit, and the entire wall facing the Grizzly disappeared in an instant, turning into flying broken bricks and wood chips.

Several people were hit by the broken bricks and fell backwards--

Evanson pushed away the broken wall that hit him and struggled to get up.

He saw a figure rushing out of the smoke and dust, and he opened fire reflexively.

After knocking down three people, he remembered to confirm whether the person coming from the front was an enemy or a friend.

He tried hard to see the enemy's attire clearly, but his eyes seemed to have suddenly become severely myopic, and everything he saw had double images, so he couldn't see the fallen person clearly at all.

——Wait a minute, he shuddered, he could identify them by their helmets, Proson's helmet would not be entangled with camouflage nets, and it also had obvious ear protection!

Ivanson knocked down two more people with helmets with ear protection, and used up the last ammunition in the magazine. He pressed the button next to the magazine, trying to catch the magazine that slipped off, but his reaction was a beat too slow.

When the magazine fell to the ground, he touched the magazine bag casually, but found nothing.

It's broken, the explosion just now blew up the magazine bag.

Ivanson recalled the leg bag he had lost. When he was airborne last night, the shrapnel of an anti-aircraft shell cut off the strap of the leg bag, causing him to lose his weapon forever.

Can't these equipment be made stronger!

Another man with a helmet and ear protection rushed into the room.

Ivanson took off his helmet and smashed it at the other party. He took advantage of this opportunity to pull out the Smith \u0026 Wesson pistol and fired several shots at the enemy.

At this time, his hearing finally recovered, and the sound of the Thompson submachine gun sounded so pleasant.

The pastor rushed to Ivanson in one step: "Child, I can't treat the wound, but I can hear your last prayer-"

Ivanson: "Are you going to listen to my prayer while shooting?"

"Why not?"

Ivanson grabbed the pastor's gun and knocked down another Proson man. After making sure that no one continued to rush in, he took out the magazine from the pastor's magazine bag.

Pastor: "I can give you all of these, so I can feel more comfortable."

Evanson: "How did you do it?"

Pastor: "What?"

"So calm!"

Pastor: "God bless me!"

Evanson shook his head: "Maybe. Hurry, we have to move! Go to prepare the position!"

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"Report to the division commander."

The commander of the 21st Armored Division looked back at the communicator.

Communicator: "We have almost occupied the city, but it is dark, and there are still many paratroopers resisting in the city."

Chief of Staff: "We should bypass the city and rush directly to the beach."

"It's too late to say anything, we can only wait until tomorrow." said the division commander.

Chief of Staff: "The Marshal said that the first 24 hours of the landing are crucial! Even if we launch an attack at night, we should continue! We can turn on the headlights, and the enemy can't see us clearly under the lights!"

Division Commander: "Since the first 24 hours of the landing are so critical, where is the key Marshal?"

The chief of staff was speechless for a moment.

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Plossen Army Western Front Command

General Schmidt: "Why haven't the other four armored divisions set out for the beach yet?"

"Because of the air raid, General, and the enemy controls several key bridges, our armored divisions and trucks can't cross the bridges."

General Schmidt: "Then plan a route that doesn't require crossing bridges!"

Chief of Staff: "We were incorporated into the Western Front Command after that incident, and many people are not familiar with the country roads."

That incident naturally refers to the assassination of Emperor Plossen and the tragic death of the emperor's close friend. After that, because Marshal Erwin Romer was also suspected of being involved in the incident, his headquarters and accompanying officers were completely replaced. The newcomers were better at monitoring Marshal Romer than planning operations.

General Schmidt sighed.

He said: "Marshal Romer once said that all troops should be placed near the beach, and once the landing began, we should do our best to push them into the sea. But we rejected him based on the experience of the Eastern Front. The Eastern Front tactics were that the front-line troops delayed the attack of Ant, the solid support points divided the attacking forces of Ant, and then deployed the armored division to counterattack. "We just used this method to stop Rokosov in the winter offensive last year." (In fact, Rokosov did not intend to make a large-scale leap, but only prepared to level the front, but the senior generals of Proson generally believed that Rokosov failed) Admiral Schmidt: "If Marshal Romer appears now, I will apologize to him." ———— Erwin Romer opened his eyes and looked at the room of Hei Bronwyn. "Where am I?" he asked. "In the base camp of the resistance organization." Proson replied with a heavy accent, "Your subordinates sent you to the civilian hospital, but they didn't expect this to be our headquarters. By the way, the church next to it is our ammunition depot. We often use pumpkin carriages to deliver ammunition to the resistance organizations in the city. "

Erwin tried to see the speaker clearly, but it was pitch black around him and he couldn't see anything.

"It's not a gentleman's behavior not to show his true colors during a conversation."

"We are a resistance organization. We have done all kinds of dirty things to liberate our motherland. Marshal Romel, give up. It's impossible for you to return to the headquarters and command the resistance."

Erwin sighed: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"You have been here for eighteen hours."

Erwin: "Have the Allies been driven into the sea?"

"As far as I know, no. In fact, the telephone office in the town and the seaside town of Fatan have always been connected. Many people have called to ask, and the Allies are continuously entering the inland from Fatan. ”

Elvin: "As long as Qin Castle has not been lost, there is hope for a turnaround. If I return to the Western Front Command, I can transfer the 30th Army of South Caroline and the 15th Army of Jialai, plus my armored division-"

"You can't go anywhere." The voice in the dark said, "You can't go anywhere!"

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The bridge across the river in the town of San Camodo.

The United Kingdom's First Parachute Division, which occupied the bridge, has been fighting fiercely for a day and is now resting in batches.

The sentry resisted sleepiness and was alert to the surroundings.

Suddenly, he heard someone passing through the hedge and shouted: "Lightning!"

"Thunder!" The other party received the code and jumped out of the darkness.

The leader wore a beret, but the color seemed to be different from that of the First Parachute Division.

"Who is it?" The sentry asked.

"Commanda Sixth Commando, we blew up the Leopold railway gun 25 kilometers away yesterday, and now we are rushing to join the battle! "

The burly Komanda commando came up to the sentry.

"Where is your commander?"

"Who?" someone on the bridge asked while running over.

"Komanda Sixth Commando." Komanda saluted the major who came over. "We are here to help. What is the situation now?"

"We repelled several attacks by the 701st Infantry Division of Proson. Now they are reorganizing in the woods to the south with heavy artillery. We have almost run out of ammunition. Do you still have ammunition?"

Captain Komanda replied: "A little bit. But the Plosans are not good at night fighting. We can show them how good they are."

"Are you good at night fighting?"

"We are Komanda."

Major: "That makes sense. I'll send someone who is familiar with the terrain of the woods to be your guide."

At this moment, Captain Komanda raised his head and looked northwest - the beach was over there.

"Did you hear the Highland bagpipes?" he asked.

The major also looked northwest: "No, I - oh, it seems there is the sound of bagpipes."

Captain Komanda: "Why do you use bagpipes as an identification signal? It reminds me of a certain lunatic who is performing a mission on Ant's side."

Major: "Is it Sir Jonard? I heard he is a strange man who uses a longbow and sword on the battlefield."

"Yeah, weirdo."

By this time, the sound of the bagpipes was loud enough for everyone to hear it, and even birds in the forest where the Plosans were entrenched were awakened and flew into the sky.

Then, the sound of tank engines, covered by the sound of bagpipes, also penetrated everyone's ears.

Major: "And the armor, thank God, they finally arrived."

"Reinforcements!" shouted the sentry on guard on the bridge's arch, leaning out of the bridge's steel beams. "Over there, reinforcements!"

The highlander playing the bagpipe came into view. He walked slowly, and the tank behind him slowly moved forward.

But the infantrymen on both sides of the tank started running at the officer's command, ran across the approach bridge and boarded the bridge.

The chaotic footsteps made the steel beams of the bridge tremble slightly.

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Eagle's Nest, Smoking Room.

His Majesty the Emperor does not smoke, so senior generals gather in the smoking room between meetings.

"It seems that we will have to fight on two fronts for at least a month in the future." General Moltke said, "Even if we finally succeed in driving the Allied forces into the sea, we will not be able to spare the strength to deal with Rokossov on the eastern front. "

Marshal Celtic: "It is more realistic to organize a defense on the front line of the Vistula River, but we don't know how long we can resist. After this battle, the quality of the empire's troops will drop off a cliff."

"This is still the best situation." General Moltke sighed.

The worst-case scenario, although everyone present did not say it, they all knew it.

The Allied forces were not driven into the sea, and the Prothen Imperial Army had to fight on two fronts. At that time, it was no longer a question of declining soldier quality, but a question of whether there were enough soldiers.

At this time, the confidential secretary who delivered the order entered the smoking room: "Your Majesty requires us to have a meeting."

All the generals put out their cigarette butts and walked towards the door.

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"We must carry out thorough mobilization and form a National Stormtrooper. All adult males over the age of 12 must be mobilized and join the battle!" the emperor said in a cold tone.

The senior generals looked at each other.

Emperor: "In Abawahan, the Ant people used this method of using all the people as soldiers to block us. They even made young soldiers into heroes! If they can do it, the better Plosen nation can also do it. !”

No one answered.

The emperor continued his one-man show: "We copied the enemy's anti-tank rocket launcher so that even children can use it. If a child replaces a tank, the enemy will soon have no tanks to use!"

"We want to produce submachine guns that even children can use, as well as lightweight grenades that children can use to detonate among the enemies. The Plosen nation will survive from dire straits! Then we will usher in glory again!"

The emperor stopped, glanced at everyone, and suddenly became hysterical: "Didn't you hear? What do you mean by your eyes? Do you think I'm crazy? No, I'm not! This is the only solution now! It's the only solution for the Prosen nation. There's a way out!

"We launched a war for living space! Now we will continue to fight for living space! We will shed the last drop of blood for living space!

"National's! Yours! And mine! And mine!"