Arc of Gunfire

Seeing that the giant tank had been killed, Prossen's Panzergrenadier Regiment began to retreat.

So Filipov took a jeep and came to see the trophies.

Reporter Mike had finished his "interview" with the surrendered armored soldiers. He pointed at Filipov and said, "Come, let's talk to the regiment leader who is also a student on the battlefield."

The two Prosen armored soldiers looked at Filipov, looking at the medal on his chest with fearful expressions.

This was not the first time that Filipov felt the intimidating power of these medals.

Sure enough, everything the marshal did had his reasons.

"Hello, please introduce this behemoth!" Filipov said.

"Well, this is our No. 7 tank, codenamed Maus, with a total weight of 188 tons."

Filipov: "Oh, you really created a huge waste."

The Prosen armored soldier became angry when he heard this and retorted loudly: "No, this is the pride of Prosen's technology, it even blocked your divine arrows!

"You used despicable tactics to win. If you send out tanks to fight us, we will definitely destroy all your tanks and leave you unscathed!"

Filipov: "But this is war. At the beginning of the war, you taught us the value of combining multiple arms. Marshal Rokossov even wrote a book to discuss your combined tactics.

"Now you are emphasizing on one-on-one combat with a single branch of the military. I think Proson's military theory has degenerated to the level of an infant!"

Reporter Mike: "Comrade leader is right!"

The Proson armored soldier opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything to refute.

Just then, Filipov heard the sound of the tank's engine.

He turned around and saw a column of tanks on the march passing through the village and heading this way.

Filipov muttered: "I didn't receive any notice that our tank troops would come!"

And they are medium tanks, because the battles after crossing the river take place in densely populated areas, and the tank units participating in the battle are mainly heavy tanks. Armored brigades equipped with medium tanks should be deployed on the upper reaches of the Oder River and on the border further south, preparing After breaking through the front line, outflank Prosonia from the rear.

This plan is a backup plan for the current infiltration and occupation plan. If Prosonia cannot be gradually occupied through infiltration, a regular offensive will be launched in March next year, first surrounding the entire Prosonia, and then attacking in the center. .

Filipov abandoned his prisoners and faced the approaching medium tanks.

The tank at the head of the platoon drove until it was in front of Filipov and stopped. The tank commander, with his upper body exposed on the turret, asked: "Comrade commander, is the road ahead leading to Prosonia?"

Filipov: "Yes, which army are you from?"

"The 18th Guards Armored Brigade, you should have heard of us. We are the troops of General Watts."

Filipov: "I've never heard of them. There are too many fighting heroes. It's impossible for us to know all of them."

Just as the commander was about to answer, he suddenly heard the movement of the jeep. He looked back and said, "The general is here. You will be impressed by him."

The jeep with the general's logo drove up to Filipov. A brigadier general got out of the car and looked at Filipov: "Why are you blocking us?"

Filipov: "I didn't receive any notification that armored troops were coming."

"We heard that you encountered an armored counterattack, so we came here quickly." The general glanced behind Filipov. "It looks like you repelled the counterattack - what was that?"

Filipov: "The enemy's new weapon."

"My God, it's so big," said the general, whose chest was covered with medals.

It seems that when everyone sees Proson's new weapon, their first reaction should be "it's really big."

At this time, Filipov suddenly noticed that the brigadier general actually only had one hand, and couldn't help but said: "Comrade brigadier general, you have lost your left hand, and they actually let you return to the front line."

The brigadier general smiled slightly: "They won't let me come back, but I told Marshal Gorky that when the war first started, I was the only one left in the First Battalion of the 32nd Armored Division where I was, and we had to have someone enter Plosin. Nia? The marshal agrees!"

Filipov: "You have been fighting since the beginning of the war?"

"Yes, I led my T34 to attack the Plosans on June 22. Our troops were poorly integrated. Although we killed many enemy tanks, we were forced back by infantry and artillery."

The brigadier general stopped, looked at the new weapons of the Prossens, and sighed: "Now it is our infantry's turn to rely on synthesis to bully the Prossins' armored forces. Times have really changed."

The brigadier general said that times have changed, which is a very difficult phrase, but Ant people who have graduated from tenth grade will most likely not understand it.

Filipov: "You are quite artistic."

"I originally wanted to be a teacher." The brigadier general smiled, "Maybe after everything is over. So, comrade commander, do you want to continue to stop us? We have our own accompanying infantry and can handle all situations."

Filipov glanced at the tank full of infantry and thought, of course I know you have accompanying infantry.

Brigadier General: "Look, we also have the latest infantry fighting vehicles, equipped with machine guns to mow down enemy infantry, and anti-aircraft vehicles with double-barreled 37mm machine guns. We can cope with all situations."

Filipov: "I saw the brigadier general, but I still have to wait for notification from the division headquarters——"

The messenger ran over and saluted Filipov: "Report, division headquarters ordered, the 18th Guards Tank Brigade and accompanying troops will go to your headquarters to support you. Once the enemy counterattack is eliminated, the 18th Guards Tank Brigade will continue go ahead."

Brigadier General: "Look, the order is coming."

Filipov saluted the brigadier general: "I wasted your time. I wish you victory."

After saying that, he stepped aside.

Brigadier General: "You are also fulfilling your duties."

After speaking, the brigadier jumped into the jeep, and then the jeep actually took the lead and drove in the direction of Prosonia.

Filipov suddenly felt that this behavior was inexplicably familiar.

The commander of the medium tank shouted to the brigadier general's jeep: "General! You shouldn't be the first one! Do it! Start Manny quickly, we have to catch up with the general!"

Then the tanks started up, chasing their one-armed general away.

Filipov watched as the mighty tank column rushed towards Prosonia.

Robert Capa seemed to have lost interest in the Maus tank and kept clicking the shutter on the advancing Ant armored forces.

Reporter Mike came to Filipov and asked: "Aren't you going to report this good news to the marshal?"

Filipov slapped his thigh: "That's right! Forget about this!"

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Ante's former enemy headquarters is 66 kilometers away from the center of Prosonia.

Pavlov: "The distance between your headquarters and the front line has been shortened to thirty kilometers. If we continue like this, we will run in front of General Eugene's headquarters! Doesn't this advance force the high-level headquarters to move forward? ? You are responsible for the casualties of senior officers!"

Wang Zhong: "But you should also see that I pushed forward and kept the troops' enthusiasm high. Enthusiasm is very important now!"

Nellie: "Do you want milk in your coffee?"

Wang Zhong: "Less milk, less sugar. Thank you."

Neli placed the mixed coffee in front of Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong: "What's going on with such a beautiful cup?"

Nieri: "The local people gave it to us to thank our army."

Wang Zhong picked up the cup and looked at it: "There was no robbery? Are you sure it's not an antique? If it is an antique, it should be returned to Prosen's comrades. This is a treasure of their country."

Nellie: "I'll ask clearly."

At this time, Wang Zhong's new adjutant rushed into the room: "Marshal, the troops reported that a 188-ton giant tank was seized!"

"88 tons is not particularly huge," Popov said.

"It's 188 tons!"

Popov was shocked: "What? Such a heavy tank didn't sink into the ground?"

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"No!"

Wang Zhong drank the coffee in one gulp and stood up: "Okay, I have to see for myself."

"You can't go anywhere!" Pavlov raised his voice, "Send a tractor to pull the tank back. Look carefully again!"

Wang Zhong could only sit down again.

Nellie: "How about another cup of coffee?"

"No, forget it." Wang Zhong scratched his neck.

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On November 24, the Royal Palace Bunker in the center of Prosennia.

Emperor Prossen finished his breakfast happily, entered the office, and looked at the map on his desk.

Then he asked the staff on duty in confusion: "When was the map updated?"

"Just updated." The staff officer replied.

Emperor: "Why are the battle lines advancing in our direction instead? Where is my armored counterattack? Where is the counterattack launched by the Maus tank? It should have smashed the enemy's attack spearhead and recaptured the town occupied by the enemy, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, other generals filed into the room. Marshal Celt, who was walking at the front, obviously heard the emperor's complaint completely, and replied: "The Maus tank was destroyed by the enemy's infantry approaching and blasting."

"What?" the emperor exclaimed, "What does the accompanying infantry do? Just watch the empire's precious decisive weapons being killed by the enemy?"

Marshal Celt: "The accompanying infantry was suppressed by enemy fire and was unable to keep up with the tanks."

Emperor: "Didn't the tanks stop and wait for the artillery fire to suppress it with the infantry?"

"According to the report of the 336th Panzergrenadier Regiment, no. They rushed towards the enemy-occupied village under artillery fire."

At this time, someone didn't know who said: "At least you are brave."

The temperature in the room immediately dropped to freezing point, and everyone shut their mouths and did not dare to speak.

The emperor was silent for a few seconds and confirmed again: "So, the latest technology of the Imperial Army, our decisive weapon, has now become the enemy's trophy?"

Celtic Marshal: "Became Rokosov's trophy."

The emperor sat there, as if he was petrified at that moment.

Finally, he said: "Rokosov is not short of this trophy, I think his trophies should not be piled up.

"We were a little too hasty. We should have waited for Steiner to organize the counterattack force, and then put in the Maus tanks to counterattack together."

The emperor kept his head down when he said this. After saying this, he raised his head and asked in a slightly brisk tone:

"Is there any news from the Atomic Research Institute? When will the test explosion be possible? Is it feasible to directly take the prototype to the battlefield and detonate it?"

Several doctors from the Academy of Military Sciences looked at each other.

Finally, the president of the Academy of Military Sciences reported tremblingly: "We have not yet accumulated a critical mass of weapon-grade radioactive materials. In fact, our scientists have suggested that the data left by Dr. Heisenberg may be wrong. The critical mass to trigger a chain reaction is much larger. We may never be able to make an atomic bomb."

The emperor was silent for a few seconds and asked the royal steward: "Have the new typist candidates arrived? I need a typist."

The previous typist committed suicide because he could not bear the pressure.

The steward: "It has arrived. Your Majesty can choose the one you like at any time."

The emperor nodded, stood up, put his hands behind his back, and twitched slightly. I don’t know if it was the side effect of taking too many awakening agents, or a psychological effect.

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Ant Army Psychological Warfare Command, 56 kilometers away from the center of Prosinia.

Vasily put down the latest leaflet: "No, this is useless. The enemy should be tired of seeing leaflets. Now is the time to take more radical measures.

"Didn’t Stas say to send someone over? Why hasn’t it arrived yet?"

"Are you waiting for us? "The heavily accented Ant language floated from the direction of the door.

Vassily looked over and saw a group of people wearing black priest robes.

"How can you wear priest robes? We have seized a lot of military uniforms, you can choose the right ones to wear. In addition, we have prepared documents. Now we have infiltrated the enemy's defense line, and there are enemy fleeing soldiers everywhere. You will not arouse suspicion with fake documents."

Vassily stood up and came to the Stas people.

"Everyone here is from Prothenia." The leading bishop spoke, "No one knows our hometown better than us. We can definitely blend in with the enemy."

Vassily: "Really? That's the best. Your mission is to incite war-weariness, let the soldiers desert and go home, let them revolt on the battlefield, even if these cannot be done, spreading rumors about Rokossov will also be of great benefit!"

Bishop: "We promise to complete the task and disintegrate the enemy's defense."

Vassily: "This is to enable your motherland to rise from the ruins as soon as possible. The marshal himself composed the melody and lyrics of that song. I arranged the music. Do you know how to sing it? You can try to teach them to sing it in the place where the Proson soldiers gather privately.

"Remember, even if you are discovered, it is still valuable, because it will make the Proson people - sorry, it is the false emperor's believers suspicious of the defeated soldiers, accelerating their collapse."

Bishop: "We will redeem those compatriots who have been deceived by the false emperor's lies and guide them to the smooth path pointed out by St. Andrew."

Vasily: "Yes, that's it. You should change your clothes and get your documents quickly. Our team will help you disperse and infiltrate the enemy-occupied areas. After that, it all depends on you!"

The priests of Stas shouted in unison: "For the glory of St. Andrew, long live the living saint!"