artillery arc

Chapter 428 The Air Force is suddenly unreliable again

At 7 on the evening of July 24, at the headquarters of the 2330th Army of Plossen.

When he heard the sound of horse hooves, Admiral Poke raised his head, adjusted the position of his monocle, and looked at the entrance of the tent.

He didn't have to wait long.

The dusty Moravian Cavalry Lieutenant General opened the door curtain and came in, limping to Admiral Poke.

Admiral: "It seems that you know the ending without asking. You didn't encounter those tanks, right?"

Lieutenant General Moravia shook his head: "No. We were stopped by Ant's cavalry. We only had rifles, and some troops carried spears, but Ant's cavalry were all equipped with submachine guns, and they all used drum magazines to feed ammunition. The fierce firepower knocked us off our feet!
"They have no chivalry at all!"

Admiral Poker turned to look at the Chief of Staff: "Didn't you tell the Moravian cavalry that the enemy was equipped with submachine guns?"

"We told them, and also informed them of the enemy's formation that we had discovered so far, so that they could bypass the enemy." The chief of staff looked at the Moravians, "Not only did we give them intelligence, but we also distributed quinine to them to prevent them from getting diarrhea. We don't have enough quinine ourselves, and quite a few soldiers have already collapsed from malaria."

Lieutenant General Moravia lowered his head, like an eggplant hit by frost, and kept repeating: "They have no chivalry, no chivalry!"

Admiral Poke hesitated to speak, but finally patted the Moravian on the shoulder and said, "Have a good rest and go see a psychiatrist tomorrow."

Since the discovery of shell shock, a symptom more like a psychological illness, Proson has deployed psychologists in field hospitals at the division level and above.

Lieutenant General Moravia did not refute, but nodded, then turned and left the headquarters tent.

After he left, Admiral Pok cursed: "Damn Rokossov, he's almost scared the Moravians crazy! Sometimes I have to believe what the propaganda minister preaches, second-class citizens are second-class citizens!"

The chief of staff and a bunch of staff officers nodded together.

Admiral Poke paced back and forth in the tent for a few times before he sighed: "It seems that we can only rely on the Air Force. I hope they can be more reliable this time!"

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July 7, 25 AM, Yeisk 1000st Army Headquarters.

As soon as the phone rang, Pavlov picked it up: "Commander! Okay, got it."

As he answered, the sound of an air raid alarm was heard outside the warehouse.

Wang Zhong watched Pavlov put down the phone and asked, "Is it Brother Peter calling?"

"Just as you guessed," Pavlov looked at the warehouse window, "Well, no need to guess. Yes, it was Brother Peter who called. A large group of enemy planes are flying towards us. And he has already issued orders directly to the anti-aircraft forces."

Yesterday, Wang Zhong guessed that the Prosens would come to blow up the fake tanks outside Yeisk, so he delegated the power to activate the air defense plan to Brother Peter in advance to save reaction time.

Popov asked: "How many enemy planes are there?"

"Brother Peter said there were at least 40 heavy bombers and Stukas."

Wang Zhong: "What about the reconnaissance aircraft mixed in?"

"There are two of them, mixed in with the group of planes at high altitude, and there is also a Ford Wolf 189 that is farther away, flying low to the ground."

Wang Zhong immediately became alert when he heard about the Ford Wolf 189: "What? After the failure of the cavalry reconnaissance yesterday, the low-altitude reconnaissance finally came! Let the magic arrow unit destroy this 189! Definitely!"

Popov stood up and picked up the phone - the Arrow of God came under church administration.

"Hey! Deputy Knight Yetsemenko, have your troops keep a close eye on this. The enemy has a Ford Wolf 189 flying at low altitude, and it may come over to take pictures at any time. Let go of the other planes, but shoot down this reconnaissance plane!"

It is difficult for reconnaissance aircraft at high altitudes to tell that the tanks on the ground are "fake", but they can clearly see the "flames" burning in the tanks and the thick smoke rising.

So high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft may have increased the deceptiveness of these fake tanks and actually helped Wang Zhong deceive Plosson's generals.

However, the low-altitude reconnaissance aircraft would most likely see through Wang Zhong’s “little trick” at once, so the low-altitude reconnaissance aircraft and the Stuka that flew away at low altitude after diving and dropping bombs had to be dealt with at all costs.

Just as Popov was about to put down the receiver after giving his instructions, Wang Zhong stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, tell Katyusha not to participate in the attack on other enemy planes, and just wait for the enemy reconnaissance plane to appear."

Popov was stunned for a moment, then he pressed the receiver's end and asked, "Who's Katyusha?"

Wang Zhong: "It's that little one. Only the magic arrow she guided will continue to chase after leaving the field of vision. What a powerful little one!"

Popov: “Is there such a person?”

Wang Zhong: "Your name is Ekaterina, what's wrong with you? The military bishop doesn't know the name, age and ability of the prayer hands under his command?"

Popov: "I knew it before, but now the army has changed a lot of prayer hands... The deputy knight must know it."

He released his hand from the speaker: "Hey, General Rokossov wants your prayer hand named Ekaterina to be in charge of the enemy's reconnaissance aircraft. Okay, that's it."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and looked at Wang Zhong: "Deputy Knight knows."

Wang Zhong nodded. At this time, the anti-aircraft guns outside opened fire, indicating that the enemy planes had entered the sight of the anti-aircraft gun commander.

Wang Zhong could see the fleet of planes in the sky from all angles.

He easily found the reconnaissance plane mixed in with the group of aircraft. Then he looked around and found no plane carrying the Fritz X guided bomb.

Strangely enough, Fritz X was in large-scale combat for a while last year, but now it is completely gone.

Wang Zhong didn't know that Proson had evaluated the effectiveness of Fritz X in attacking cities and found that in an environment like a city with a large number of messy buildings, even if there was no defense on the ground, it would be difficult for the guide to accurately guide the bomb to the correct target.

The main reason is that Fritz X needs the guide to see the light at the tail of the bomb to know where the bomb is. The light is too difficult to see against the complex background of the city, especially during the day.

During a night bombing, the guide can clearly see the light at the tail of the bomb, but cannot see the target on the ground which is under blackout, which is very embarrassing.

In addition, there are often big fires on the ground, and thick smoke will interfere with guidance.

So the Prosens moved the bomber squadron equipped with Fritz X to the Aegean Sea to attack warships at sea.

Wang Zhong, who didn't know about this, was still confused. His knowledge of Fritz X came from the game War Thunder. In the game, Fritz X was very useful and could easily blow up the crouching enemies. How could he know that the real Fritz X was so weak?

Under Wang Zhong's watch, the Plossen fleet began bombing, targeting the "tank cluster" outside the city. The bombs left several "scars" on the ground caused by the explosion.

Many of the "tanks" were on fire, and from the air they looked like real ones.

The thick smoke from the burning further obscured the tank group, and it was certain that the enemy's high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft would not be able to take any good photos.

The problem is the FW189 hiding at low altitude.

At this time, the MiG-11 of the 3th Fighter Regiment appeared, and 12 white contrails rushed towards the dense contrails of the Plosson group, reminding Wang Zhong of the words he liked before the time travel: The storm is coming! This is the brave petrel, flying proudly over the roaring sea and in the middle of the lightning; this is the prophet of victory shouting: - Let the storm come even harder!
The Plossen group opened fire, and a storm of tracer bullets raged in the sky. The MiG-3 was like a seagull, dancing in the storm.

Wang Zhong thought, wait, next year Proson’s pilots will attack the United States’ B17 cluster in this way, and by then the gap between them and the enemy will be even greater.

Just wait, Plossom!
Just as the MiG-3 was entangled with the bomber group that was turning on its return route, the Stuka dived down.

Wang Zhong saw several fire dragons rising from the ground and hitting the diving Stukas, forcing them to drop bombs at a very high altitude and then rush to the ground in panic.

However, there was basically no ups and downs in the grassland - or the ups and downs were negligible for the aircraft, so the magic arrows continued to fire in a volley, and in just one dive, nearly 30 Stukas were shot down!

At this moment, Wang Zhong saw the FW189, no, two FW189s! The two FW189s were almost stacked on top of each other! They actually used the large fleet to interfere with Brother Peter's hearing and successfully deceived the monk's ears!

A lonely fire dragon rose from the ground and hit the FW189 which was flying relatively high.

Pilot Plossen pulled his plane away from friendly forces just before being hit, so that he would not interfere with the flight of friendly forces after being hit!

The second fire dragon took off!

The enemy plane had discovered the launch location of the Fire Dragon and tried to dodge the disaster by flying at an extremely low altitude almost touching the ground.

Yet it was hit.

Wang Zhong was obviously very happy when he saw the little Katyusha jumping up at the launching position.

I have to give her a medal when I get back, Wang Zhong thought, and then rub her head hard!
As for whether the little one would take this as a reward, Wang Zhong didn’t care!
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On the evening of the 25th, at the Prosonnanant Air Force Command.

The commander of the Fifth Air Force, Plossen, looked at the Stuka pilots in front of him and asked, "Are you sure that what you saw was a real tank?"

"It's true!" The Stuka pilot, who held the rank of colonel, answered confidently, "It must be a tank! And it was fully fueled, so it would catch fire as soon as it exploded! The enemy is preparing to attack!"

The other pilots nodded in unison: "Yes, it's a real tank!"

The commander of the Fifth Air Force looked at the faces of the pilots one by one, and suddenly pointed at a second lieutenant and said, "Your expression is not very firm. You say it!"

The second lieutenant pilot looked at his companions and said, "None of the tanks exploded, so I think it's a bit strange..."

The leading colonel said: "That's because the enemy is not fully prepared to attack and has not loaded ammunition! Our tanks also refuel first and then load ammunition!"

The commander paced back and forth in front of the pilots, and the chief of staff said, "We'll know whether it's a tank or not when the photos are developed tomorrow."

Commander: "Why do we need human eyes to detect if photos are enough? But the enemy destroyed the reconnaissance planes that can see those fake targets most clearly! So many Stukas have returned, but the two reconnaissance planes are all lost!"

At this time, a colonel in the uniform of the Airborne Jagdpanzers entered the room, with a natural edelweiss pinned to his collar.

Only airborne hunters can wear real Edelweiss, mountain hunters can only wear the iron Edelweiss emblem.

The colonel saluted the commander and said, "The airborne Jaeger commandos are ready and can land tonight!"

(End of this chapter)