Arc of Gunfire

The position of the 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Artillery Division, 14 kilometers from the center of Prosonia.

This is actually a residential area, but the napalm bombs dropped by the Figure 4 bombers a few days ago caused a fire, burning an entire area of ​​wood and masonry houses, turning it into a "white land."

The 400 heavy artillery pieces and ammunition trucks of the 1st Guards Heavy Breakthrough Artillery Division were arranged in this open space with an astonishing density.

The smallest of these cannons has a caliber of 152 mm, and more than half are 203 mm B4 heavy howitzers. This heavy artillery is now called the "Rokosov Hammer."

It is said that the captured Gustav train gun was also sent to the front line, but it was too troublesome to deploy, and the Front Army Artillery Headquarters rejected the proposal to use this heavy artillery.

After receiving the order, the commander of the First Guards Artillery Division left the artillery command vehicle, walked all the way to the B4 heavy artillery, the oldest in the division, and climbed onto the cannon's tracks.

"Davarich!" The division commander put his hand on the breech of the cannon and touched the last letter of the red word on the cannon. "This is the first cannon named Rokosov's Hammer! He was once in Lokoto Roar at the enemy in my husband's city!"

The division commander stopped and glanced at his subordinates' faces.

There are many more veterans in the artillery force than in the infantry, and many of them have medals on their chests.

"Three times it was broken! And three times it was repaired! He, like so many of us, fought the entire war!

"It roared to the Plosin in Loktov, to the Plosin in Orach! In Shepetovka, in Abavahan! And now here it is, in the heart of the Plosin empire, Roar at the enemy in the urban area of ​​Prosonia, the capital of the empire!

"Davarisi! This is the sound of the cannon of victory, the thunder of revenge, the dawn of dawn, and the horn of victory!

"High-explosive bombs, load!"

The artillerymen sprang into action, moving the projectiles from the carts to the loaders.

The words "Avenge Ant's Mother" were written in paint on the projectiles.

Two strong artillerymen worked together to push the shell into the barrel with a pusher, and then the propellant pack.

Other cannons began to be loaded, and the shells had words written all over them.

"For Zoya", "for Lilia", "for my father", "for Orachi"...

Revenge of steel was loaded into the barrel.

The division commander announced the firing plan, the artillerymen began to turn the turntable, and the muzzle began to slowly rise.

400 artillery pieces "raised their heads" together.

The division commander waited for the cannon to be raised until it was fired, and then turned to look at the supply depot next to him.

The supply depot was crowded with Rokosov II tanks. The tank parked at the front hung a red flag. A dummy of Marshal Rokosov was installed on the turret. There were loudspeakers on both sides of the turret.

The loudspeaker almost blocked the words on the turret: Revenge of the Heroic Brother.

Next to this tank, the words "All the Way to the West" are painted on the turret of its wingman.

This small area is not only an artillery position, but also a supply depot and a starting point for the tank troops to continue their advance.

Now Ant's entire army was rushing forward, for fear that Prosonia would gain legs and run away.

The division commander shouted: "Comrade tanker, can you please play some music?"

The tank commander looked at the colonel standing next to the tank, who nodded and made a gesture.

Then the solemn melody of "Holy War" sounded in the square.

The division commander turned around: "Fire!"

The sound of the cannon shook the earth, and the muzzle storm picked up the snow on the ground and blew it high into the sky.

As the earth trembled and the mountains shook, the artillerymen shouted slogans and loaded new ammunition.

Suddenly, the scream of rocket launchers came from not far away, like hundreds of banshees announcing their death.

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Vasily raised his head and looked at the traces of the shells streaking through the air.

“How beautiful,” exclaimed the musician, “the arc of the artillery fire.”

"Comrade Colonel." Podolkov saluted Vasily, "We are ready to go."

The captain of the train heading west also ran over: "We are also ready, Sukabu, we can't just give you an advantage this time!"

Vasily saluted the two men: "Forward, Davarish!"

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Plosen Palace Bunker, 300 meters from the center of Plosenia.

The emperor was in a meeting. The imperial propaganda minister, the head of the Imperial Secret Service, the imperial finance minister and a number of civil servants were all in the emperor's large office.

The main military generals were also in the room - except for Field Marshal Celt, who had a seat because he was old and had bad legs, the other generals were standing.

Even Grand Duke Meyer could only stand. His huge figure occupied a large space, making the originally large office seem a bit cramped.

Emperor: "I will not evacuate the capital of the empire! No! When we approached the capital of Ant, their emperor did not evacuate either!"

Reich propaganda minister: "But their tsar went mad and was executed by his own people."

The emperor stopped and looked at the propaganda photo.

The propaganda minister was not timid at all and looked directly at the emperor.

"You mean, I should die in that assassination, and then you can use my body to beg for mercy from the Allies, right? Is that what you mean?"

Promotional photo: "I didn't mean that. But I want to remind you that since the Ninth Army can revolt..."

"That's a mutiny!" The emperor interrupted the propaganda minister. "The Ninth Army has betrayed the people of Plosen, and all their families will be liquidated! How many have been executed now? Have they all been killed?"

The head of the Imperial Household Ministry replied: "It is being processed, but the situation is very chaotic now. The rebels also burned the files in the National Archives, so it is very difficult to identify the traitor's family..."

"You are a traitor too!" The emperor slapped the table, "You don't want to carry out this order! You still want to commute your sentence!"

At this time, the propaganda minister raised his voice: "The Ninth Army has been treated well, which shows that Ant is already planning for the war. They want to establish a secular Plosin, so that we can fight against the United Kingdom and the Carolingians.

"We easily defeated the United Kingdom and the Carolingian army. We have valuable experience. Ant needs our experience to deal with their future enemies! Your Majesty! As long as..."

Emperor: "As long as I die, right?"

Propaganda photo: "We will all die, but the people of Plosen will be saved, the army will be saved!"

"Naiichi!" The emperor slapped the table, "The people of Prosin have also enjoyed the fruits of our victory. They have also had the dream of a great Prosin. Now they have to pay the price with me! They can't just wait for our victory. When he said he was a big Plossian!”

The emperor looked at the Minister of the Interior: "Has the scorched earth policy been implemented? All heating equipment must be destroyed, all fuel and food must be burned, so that the Ant army has to feed these people to show their justice.

"This will drag down their logistics and buy us at least half a year! In half a year we will complete the atomic bomb, and the war will be rewritten!"

In fact, the Imperial Academy of Sciences had already reported that the critical mass of the atomic bomb might have been calculated incorrectly, but apparently the emperor had forgotten this, or deliberately ignored it.

Promotional photo: "Your Majesty!"

At this moment, the ground suddenly shook.

The chandelier in the office began to swing, and the shadows of everyone in the room swayed from side to side.

Fine gravel fell like raindrops, landing on everyone's hair and epaulettes.

The emperor raised his head, and gravel immediately fell on his glasses.

He asked with a glimmer of hope: "Is it thundering?"

However, the tremors became more severe, and everyone in the room was a little unsteady.

Emperor: "The enemy's artillery is coming? How is this possible! Has the artillery position advanced so close to us? Find out where the artillery fire comes from immediately!"

After saying this, the emperor remembered that there was a phone on his desk. He picked up the phone and said, "Call the city defense headquarters."

A moment later, the voice of the city defense commander, General Hope, came: "I am Hope, Your Majesty, please speak."

"The bombardment is coming to my palace bunker! Where is your headquarters now?"

"If the enemy's artillery force crosses the fortress of Nosk due east, I will know about it."

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Emperor: "They just crossed over! Listen, the sound of the earth shaking is the heavy artillery bombardment! Find out immediately where the artillery position is, and then send troops to destroy it!"

Hope paused visibly before replying: "Okay, I'll send the troops."

The emperor closed the phone, took a long breath, and said to everyone: "Hope is unreliable! The enemy artillery has arrived here, and he is still in the fortress 20 kilometers away from the city center! This shows that he is a loser!"

"Now we can only look at Steiner. He started gathering troops two weeks ago. As long as Steiner launches an attack, everything will be fine!"

The generals of Prosen looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Marshal Celtic.

The Celtic marshal loosened the button on his collar, as if this was the only way he could breathe smoothly, and then he said: "Your Majesty, Steiner..."

The marshal's deputy took over the topic: "Steiner did not have enough troops. He only collected ten battalions and could not even make a splash. So he did not attack."

With trembling hands, the emperor took off his glasses and placed them on the table.

"Everyone except the publicist, Kelt and Meyer are out."

Everyone looked at each other.

The entire basement was still shaking.

Finally, someone turned around and opened the iron door. The next moment, the generals and civil servants filed out, leaving only three of the emperor's closest confidants.

Suddenly, the emperor roared angrily and smashed the pencil in his hand on the table: "You are all traitors! After so many years, you have been holding me back!

“You only learned to eat with a knife and fork in military academies!

"I conquered the whole of Uropa, Blitz is awesome!

"Now the situation has become like this! I should send all you capitulators to be shot, like Rokossov!"

The propaganda minister couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, Rokossov only shot two generals. Punishing the surrenderers was the work of the Inquisition..."

"What difference does it make? If Siegfried were still here, I wouldn't have to rely on you losers!"

After saying that, the emperor slumped in his chair and was silent for a long time before saying: "At least I sent my sister to the southwest, and she should have been captured by the Allied forces.

"This way my sister won't have to suffer Rokosov's murderous attacks and become his slutty wife."

After speaking, the emperor fell silent again.

The room was shaking constantly under the bombardment of heavy artillery, and the chandelier made a creaking noise as it shook, as if it would fall down at any time.

I don’t know how long it took, but the bombardment stopped, but the chandelier was still swaying from side to side, flickering from time to time due to unstable voltage.

The emperor finally spoke: "You go, the war has failed, we have failed, Prossen has failed."

The three people in the room looked at each other in confusion. In the end, it was Grand Duke Meyer who turned around first and pushed the door open to go out.

Two others followed behind his fat body.

Everyone outside the door looked at the three people uneasily. The typing secretary the emperor had just chosen covered her mouth and cried softly.

Marshal Celtic: "Everyone can disband. The soldiers can leave Prosonia and go west to surrender to the Allies. However, Rokossov's left hook has already come over. The soldiers who broke through from the upper reaches of the Oder River The troops are outflanking Prosonia. They are advancing very fast and can advance more than sixty kilometers per day.

“It’s all about our highways.

"If you want to run, you must set off now."

Several officers turned around without hesitation.

But there are also people who don’t budge at all.

Celtic Marshal: "Don't stay, the Anters will hang us."

Finally, these people turned and left.

Grand Duke Meyer drove his fat body through the corridor and the civil servants at a speed that was inconsistent with his body size, and disappeared into the door leading to the garage.

Publicity photo: "I'm going to try to contact the United Kingdom, maybe they will accept our political asylum."

After saying that, he also left.

The adjutant of the Celtic Marshal asked: "Where are you, Marshal?"

Marshal: "Someone must sign the surrender document. Or do you think His Majesty will sign it?"

The adjutant shook his head: "I can't believe that we would surrender earlier than the Fuso Empire."

At this moment, the confidential secretary came out of the decoding room next door and saluted the last two people in the corridor: "Marshal! A secret message from our military attache in the Fuso Empire."

The marshal was overjoyed: "Did they surrender first?"

"No, they are still preparing for a total of 100 million pieces of jade, but their last trump card, an aviation battleship converted from a super Yamato-type battleship, was sunk by a special mission mixed fleet led by Admiral Tom at Cape Bōno.

"Last week, the battleship Nagato was sunk by a submarine at the anchorage off Kure Port. The two aviation battleships Ise Hyuga took the initiative to sit on the beach and became fixed forts. The Fuso Imperial Navy no longer has any large combat ships."

Marshal Celtic sighed: "Damn it, I still let them survive until the end. The glorious Proson's skills and fighting will are far better than the Fuso Empire. But in the end we... that's all, it's all over."

At this time, a gunshot was heard in the room next to the emperor's office.

It seems that the emperor's chamberlain committed suicide.

Marshal Celtic and his adjutant turned to look at the door behind them.

However, the emperor remained unmoved.

Adjutant: "What do you think His Majesty will do?"

Celtic Marshal: "Maybe he will put on his ancestral armor, ride on a white horse, and rush towards Ant's tank. After all, the Prossen royal family is a descendant of the Teutonic Knights.

"That would at least have some aesthetic appeal."