artillery arc

Chapter 400 Hatred
The commander of the 190th Infantry Division, Proshen, was brought to the headquarters of the 18st Mobile Army at eight o'clock in the evening of the th.

The major general glanced at the sunlight shining in from the window on the second floor of the warehouse and said, "It's actually in the warehouse. The Air Force's intelligence is wrong."

Wang Zhong looked at Vasily: "What did he say?"

"He said the Air Force had mistaken the location of our headquarters."

Wang Zhong: "Does he actually think that he can win by providing the correct intelligence from the Air Force? Don't be like that. The main reason for the current situation is that their vanguard Said Division was unexpectedly defeated by our fog assault. This resulted in his division being placed at the forefront of the entire formation.

"And instead of throwing panzers and panzergrenadiers into the front and consolidating the defense, their superiors went for a pincer attack.

"It's fine if they launched an offensive, but there has been no swift and decisive action to keep the armored forces where they are - although I think they may be waiting for supplies."

Pavlov: "They are just waiting for supplies. They must have underestimated the harshness of the grassland environment."

Popov added: "The prisoners' testimony also proves this."

Vasily translated each sentence one by one, and surprisingly, Major General Prosen's expression did not change much.

Major General: "We just didn't expect you to use cavalry! And Admiral Poke misjudged your goal. He thought you would break through the center and use the method of attacking Huanglong directly to deal with the pincer attack, just like the emperor did in the exercise on the map."

Wang Zhong's eyebrows were twisted into knots. A central breakthrough to deal with a pincer attack? The Battle of Asti in Legend of the Galactic Heroes? Is it really possible to implement such a retro tactic on a modern battlefield? Are you, the Proson generals, teasing the emperor?
Such a huge amount of complaints flashed through Wang Zhong's mind in an instant, and then he said: "It shows that your emperor is just like this. When we conquer Prothenia, I will kill him myself with this gun."

As he spoke, he put his hand on the holster of his pistol, stroking the pistol that had killed two generals. If it could kill another emperor, this gun would truly become a holy relic.

Vasily translated Wang Zhong's "crazy words" in detail, so everyone could appreciate the wonderful changes in Major General Prosen's expressions.

He shouted, "How dare you! You are delusional! Your exchange ratio with us is still so bad. It's a pipe dream to think that you can fight to Prothenia! You can't even get back the Agsukov that you lost last year!"

Wang Zhong sneered, "Let's wait and see. According to my estimate, we will take Prothenia in four years, at most, and before all the allies! Come on, take him away and let the judges treat him well.

"Remember, keep him alive so that one day in the future he can see me stepping on - um, is there any famous building in this city that can be stepped on in Prothenia?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Wang Zhong originally wanted to say the Brandenburg Gate, but firstly, it was a gate more than ten meters high and it was difficult for one person to step on it. Secondly, he didn't know whether there was a Brandenburg Gate in this world.

Vasily thought for a long time and replied: "It seems that there is nothing to step on. Why not step on their flag? That's how I translate it."

Wang Zhong: “Okay, let’s translate it like this!”

Vasily immediately carried out the order. When he turned to the last word, Prosen suddenly stood up from his chair and tried to pounce on Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong instinctively stepped back and looked at Gregory.

The sergeant threw down his cigarette and raised the submachine gun at his waist.

Then it all ended with Pavlov's punch.

The Chief of Staff looked at Major General Proson who had fallen to the ground, took out a handkerchief and wiped the enemy's blood from his fist: "Why are you trying to be a hero now? When facing the guns of Melania's People's Army, why didn't you resist to the end?"

Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Gregory, only to find that he had put down his gun and was picking up the cigarette on the ground - no way, was he going to continue smoking that cigarette?
Vasily scratched his head: "Do you want to translate what the Chief of Staff just said?"

Wang Zhong: "Transfer, and add one more sentence. There is an old saying in Celis that a defeated general cannot talk about bravery. Let him fend for himself."

----

At the same time as this incident happened at the First Mobile Army Headquarters, at the Plossen Tenth Army Headquarters, Admiral Bock was anxiously awaiting news from the front line.

"A division! It's impossible for it to be destroyed so quickly?" He muttered to himself as he paced.

The army group chief of staff said: "We were slow at every step. We were not prepared for the pincer attack in time and were caught off guard. Then we misjudged the enemy's intentions..."

Admiral Bock interrupted the chief of staff and said, "It's too early to draw conclusions now. Moreover, we were blinded by Rokossov's reputation and thought he was going to win a beautiful and luxurious victory, but in fact he just wanted to take a small bite from us!" Admiral Bock walked around the headquarters again before continuing, "I should have seen it earlier! He didn't think about winning a big victory all at once this time, because he knew that the supply situation on the grassland was very bad. If they hadn't invested in cavalry, they would be in the same situation as us now."

In fact, it won’t, because the First Mobile Army is the richest army in all of Ant, and it has enough trucks donated by the United States.

Admiral Pok: "With limited supplies, Rokossov chose the most appropriate tactics. He may not be the best commander, but he is definitely the most suitable for Ante, the most suitable."

----

At the same time, the 190th Division's original position.

Because all the bunkers set up by the 190th Division on the grassland were made of mud, they could not withstand the fierce firepower of the First Mobile Army.

There was basically no bunker that remained in its original form on the entire battlefield. Even the sandbags filled with soil were blown up by cannons, and all the soil flowed out.

Private Potowski of the 1st Division of the Melania People's Army is cleaning the battlefield.

Suddenly, he heard someone sneeze under the destroyed StuG III.

Potowski immediately became alert and turned on the safety of the thread cutting machine in his hand.

He came to the front of the assault gun, slowly bent down and looked under the vehicle.

A young Private Plossom was lying under the car, covering his mouth with a look of horror.

Potowski yelled, "Come out! You damned Plossom lackey! Come out!"

The new recruit Prossen shrank his neck, started shouting something loudly, climbed out from under the car swiftly, and raised his hands high.

Potowski saw the Proson man with his hands raised, so he went up and hit him in the stomach with the butt of his rifle.

The Plossom soldier knelt on the ground with his hands on his stomach, groaning in pain.

Potowski pulled the chamber of his gun to make sure there was a bullet in it, then he aimed it at the Proshen man: "Damn it, I learned a little Proshen language just for this moment. Listen up!"

Potowski took a deep breath.

"This is for my sister!" (Plosin)

With a roar, Potowski opened fire, but only fired one round, which hit the Plosson's arm.

The powerful rounds from the thread cutter instantly shattered the Plosson's bones, causing his left arm to drop low.

"This is for my sister!" (Plosin)

Another of the prisoner's hands was broken.

The Plossoms wailed.

At this time, the bishop of the army rushed up and raised Potowski's gun.

"That's enough! He surrendered! According to General Rokossov's military order, the massacre of prisoners is punishable by death!"

"I'm a Melania, I don't know Ante or Plossen. I didn't know he surrendered," Potosky laughed.

The bishop stared at Potowski and said, "You don't understand, right? Fine, I won't sentence you to death. But you can't escape the 40 lashes."

Potoskey: "Sure! I can take 100 lashes if you can kill the damned Plossom!"

The bishop stared at him for a few seconds, then waved his hand and said, "Take him away and execute him tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)