artillery arc

Chapter 415: Heavy Fog
A few seconds later, Filippov ran out of bullets in his gun, so he shouted "Reload", took a step back and started changing the magazine.

At this time he heard heavy footsteps, and when he looked up, a tall Proson combat engineer rushed out of the thick fog and rushed towards him waving a mace.

Filippov raised his rifle and barely blocked the attack.

The powerful impact directly bent the barrel of the gun, which was as thick as a thread cutter. Although the gun had absorbed a lot of the impact, Filippov was still pressed to half kneel by the remaining impact.

He thought to himself that something was wrong and he might die gloriously, so he subconsciously tried to grab the grenade. However, as soon as he grabbed the grenade, the enemy's body tilted to the side and he knelt on the ground, not moving.

The mace also slipped off the bent gun and fell into the weeds.

Filippov, who was still in shock, discovered that blood was dripping from the lower edge of the enemy's breastplate. It seemed that the enemy had been seriously injured for a long time, and relied on his willpower and the last bit of energy to give Filippov a hammer.

At this moment, the contempt for the enemy that had just sprouted in Filippov's mind was wiped out - this contempt had become the mainstream in the army with the recent victories, as if they could quickly capture Prosenya under the leadership of General Rokossov.

The military priests repeatedly educated the soldiers in an attempt to eliminate this contempt, but with little success.

Now at least Filippov himself no longer despised any of the Prosens, but regarded them as deadly opponents.

Filippov picked up the fallen helmet and brought it back to the enemy's head, as if the motionless body kneeling on the ground was a tombstone. When the Ante buried their comrades, they would stick a wooden stick and cover the helmet on it.

After doing all this, Filippov checked the bent rifle, put it behind his back helplessly, and bent down to pick up the mace.

At this time, the surroundings were filled with the sounds of fighting and the howlings of both sides.

Filippov identified the direction and rushed into the thick fog. Soon he saw an ordinary Proson soldier holding an engineering shovel.

The two of them were stunned for a moment when they saw each other, and then they swung their weapons at the same time -

The engineer's shovel flew out, and the mace hit the Proson man's arm hard.

The Prosen people howled amid the crisp sound of breaking bones.

Filippov drew back the mace, swung it in a circle and smashed it on the Prosen man's head, breaking his neck.

"Misha! Grishka! Anyone in the third row, come closer to me! Come closer to me!"

He shouted as he rushed towards the nearest sound of a struggle and soon spotted a Proshen astride an Ante soldier.

After class, Proson's back became deformed and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Filippov retracted his mace, kicked the half-dead enemy soldier away, and pulled the man on the ground up: "Grishka, what happened to you? You were ridden by the Prosen people! You are obviously taller than the enemy!"

Grishka cursed: "He attacked me!"

As he said this, he raised his hand and fired short bursts of shots at the still struggling enemy soldiers.

"Damn it!" Grishka spat at the enemy and emphasized again, "He attacked me!"

"Stop yelling!" As he spoke, Filippov suddenly found something on the ground. He immediately squatted down to check and pulled out a line.

Filippov: "Telephone line!"

He took out a small compass and checked the direction, then pointed forward: "This way is to the rear of the enemy position. We will follow the line to take down the enemy headquarters!"

Grishka: "Are you sure? Just the two of us?"

Filippov: "Why are you afraid? The enemy can't see how many people there are! Let's go!"

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Yeisk, headquarters of the 1st Mobile Army of the ANT Army.

Popov: "Rokosov, do you have to walk back and forth for dozens of kilometers every time you attack?"

Pavlov: "He can't control his urge to charge into battle. If we hadn't stopped him, he would have commanded his tanks to charge to Prothenya."

Wang Zhong: "Hmph, just wait, one day I will personally command tanks to enter Prosinia, and I will also personally order the artillery to blow up the portrait of Emperor Prosin."

Popov and Pavlov both laughed.

At this time, someone shouted on the radio: "The assault team has been contacted."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhong quickly changed his vision and saw that a small area in the front of the battle line was lit up.

It was bright, but each soldier could only see his own surroundings. Looking down, Wang Zhong felt like he was looking at a piece of cheese full of holes.

The intelligence that could be obtained in this situation was extremely limited, but Wang Zhong still noticed the small team rushing in the front.

The squad consisted of only five people, and the officer leading them was called "Filippov".

——Isn’t this Vasily’s good friend?

He helped when Vasily compiled "The Sacred War", so his name appeared on the score together with Vasily's. Wang Zhong stared at Filippov and watched their five-man team knock down several waves of enemies in a row.

For some reason, Filippov didn't hold a gun, but a mace.

Wang Zhong also saw him distributing the thread cutting machine magazines on his body to other people.

Is the rifle malfunctioning?

Wang Zhong looked more carefully and found that the Filippov team seemed to be following something on the ground, like a line?

Good fellow, follow the telephone line to find the enemy headquarters! But with just a few of you, can you defeat the guards at the headquarters?
Wang Zhong was really worried about this group of brave soldiers.

Suddenly, the team ran into two communications soldiers carrying equipment, who seemed to be repairing the telephone lines.

In just one encounter, Soldier Prossen was knocked to the ground.

Filippov smashed the heads of two signalmen with a mace he got from nowhere.

Wang Zhong was about to continue watching when Pavlov's voice interrupted him: "Hey! If you have any orders, send them to the attacking troops as soon as possible! I don't know how long the communication can be maintained!"

"Let's stick to the original plan. After defeating the enemy's outer positions, clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible and retreat back to the ambush position." Wang Zhong said as he cut the view back and looked at Pavlov.

Pavlov picked up the radio headphones and microphone and repeated what Wang Zhong had just said to the other end.

Popov: "The attack is going so smoothly, can we expand the results?"

Wang Zhong: "We don't know how many enemies there are on the other side of the fog. It's better to be cautious at this time. We should despise the enemy strategically and pay attention to him tactically."

Popov: "I have no objection. After all, I am not a military commander. But if the enemy is weaker than we thought and the armored counterattack is delayed, will it affect the morale of the ambushing troops?"

Wang Zhong stepped forward and patted Popov on the shoulder: "Don't we have you? I believe you can boost the morale of the entire army!"

"I don't have your strong appeal," Popov said, "but I will try my best. If it doesn't work, I can only let you go to the front line to give a speech."

Pavlov looked up when he heard this: "If he goes to the front, do you think he can come back? Then I will have to make the final decision on everything!"

Wang Zhong: "Just make the decision. In the future, you might be able to move from a staff officer position to a command position and command an army front! Then you can become another chief of staff!"

Pavlov shook his head: "I am different from you. I have reached an age where I can clearly recognize the limits of my abilities. I am suitable to be the chief of staff."

Wang Zhong wanted to say, "Give it a try," but Pavlov's expression made him give up the idea. Pavlov was over 40 years old, which was the age of forty according to the old saying of Seres.

Wang Zhong was still a young boy. Although his military rank was higher than Pavlov's, he always felt that something was wrong about imparting life wisdom to an old man in his forties.

After all, Wang Zhong before the time travel was not as great as Pavlov, and the salt he had actually eaten was less than the rice that others had eaten.

At this time, a telegraph operator came over from the radio station: "Report! Urgent message from the front army!"

Wang Zhong took the telegram and read it out directly: "The front headquarters is eager to know your opinion on increasing the pressure on the enemy and sharing the pressure on the Borsk Front. The signature is General Gorky."

Pavlov: "Can you tell the front that we are going to make fake tanks?"

Wang Zhong: "No, the secret might be leaked. Just tell General Gorky that we already have a good plan. We don't need to - no, we need the front to mobilize reserve forces and additional supply support."

Pavlov was puzzled: "What does this mean?"

Popov smiled and said, "Isn't it obvious? We are deceiving the enemy. If troops and supplies are concentrated in our direction, will it lead to the linkage of supplies and military stations along the route? It will look more real when the Prosens conduct reconnaissance."

Wang Zhong nodded: "That's right. If General Gorky really wants to know what we are doing here, he will come here on a Bo-2 bomber."

On Earth, the Russians often used the Bo-2 bomber as a tool for generals to move around the battlefield. This thing can take off and land anywhere, which is very convenient. Even if there is a mechanical failure, it can usually make an emergency landing.

Pavlov: "Okay, let's draft the telegram like this!"

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Meanwhile, Filippov led his squad forward in the fog.

Suddenly, he heard voices in front of him.

It seemed that the Proson people were shouting something. Filippov's Proson language was not as good as Vasily's, so he couldn't hear it clearly for a while, but he guessed it might be "speak louder."

It looks like this is the enemy's headquarters - as for what level of headquarters it is, it is hard to see clearly in the heavy fog.

Filippov turned around and said to the four members of the team, "Our target is ahead. We will split up and try to get inside. Those who fail to get inside will attack the Prosen people on the spot to attract their attention. Those who get inside will try to control the enemy commander and make him give the order to surrender his weapons!"

Misha: "We don't know Prosin!"

Filippov: "Then try to capture as many people as possible. We are fighting here, and people in the fog will come over. Remember to prevent accidental injuries. That's it, move!"

(End of this chapter)