artillery arc

Chapter 454: Gunshots at Dawn
The takeover of the airport went smoothly.

At least that's the case until Sergeant Littlejohn bursts into a nondescript dormitory building.

Sergeant John, holding a Sten submachine gun, kicked open the dormitory door and rushed into the corridor.

He was stunned when he saw a man in a Plossom Air Force uniform.

The other party was also stunned.

Since there was no gunfire at this time, the Plossan said in broken Angsa: "You need permission to enter here!"

Sergeant John raised his submachine gun and started firing. Although the accuracy of the Sten submachine gun was quite poor, at this distance and with this density of firepower, accuracy was no longer important.

The Proson man was hit by four bullets and fell backwards against the wall. He stayed there for a few seconds before starting to slide down.

Sergeant John didn't delay and threw a grenade directly into the communication room next door.

The guard just opened the door and came out, his eyes wide open as he watched the grenade fly over his head.

The next moment, the grenade exploded, and Guard Prossen was blown out of the communication room. His head hit the half-open window opposite and he fainted.

Sergeant John fired a burst of shots at the guard's body and was about to use a grenade to blow up the second room when he saw an MP submachine gun sticking out of the fourth door in front of him.

The shooter didn't show his head and just started sweeping blindly.

Sergeant John dodged quickly and only his beret was blown off, and the bullets hit the door frame with a crackling sound.

The sergeant fished out a new grenade, pulled the safety pin, and threw it into the corridor with one hook.

Amid the sound of submachine gun fire, the sound of grenades bouncing on the ground could be heard.

After the explosion, the submachine gun misfired.

At this time, Sergeant John, the platoon leader, emerged from the darkness: "What's going on?"

The sergeant was changing the magazine of his Sten submachine gun while shouting, "Plossons! This building is full of Plossons! The bastards in the Intelligence Department are causing trouble again!"

The Komanda forces that carry out special operations often "praise high praise" for MI6's intelligence support, and even publicly "appreciate" it in newspapers, so the trust that special operations forces like the Red Devils have in MI6 is the same as the trust that the Plossen Wehrmacht has in the Plossen Air Force.

When the platoon leader heard that there were Proson people, he immediately reached out to the signalman: "Walkie-talkie!"

The next moment a brick-sized walkie-talkie was stuffed into his hand.

"Charlie Charlie, we found a Prosom in a dormitory!"

While he was speaking, the window on the second floor of the dormitory suddenly opened, and the MG34 machine gun mounted inside began firing wildly.

Platoon Leader: "Listen to that sound! Our Bren machine guns can't make that noise!"

Just as he finished speaking, a paratrooper wearing a red beret stretched out his hands, threw a grenade with force, and it fell into the window on the second floor.

The bombardier immediately dropped to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the windows on the second floor exploded and the machine guns went silent.

The platoon leader asked on the walkie-talkie in his hand: "How many enemies are there? I can decide how many reinforcements to send you only if I know the number of enemies."

Platoon Leader: "I don't know! My platoon is still outside--"

At this time, he saw a smoke bomb thrown from the second floor to the first floor, and white smoke spread out all of a sudden.

Then someone rushed out from the exit on the first floor.

Sergeant John raised his gun and fired, and several figures fell down immediately.

The next moment, the Proson soldiers rushed out of the smoke and rushed towards the platoon leader holding the walkie-talkie.

The platoon leader calmly counted their numbers and reported: "There are at least 8 enemies!"

That’s at least eight people, after all, there were eight people rushing towards the platoon leader.

At this time, the sound of the Bren light machine gun was heard.

The platoon machine gunner placed the bipod on the hood of the barrel truck parked at the dormitory entrance and fired at the entrance, covering the enemies rushing towards the platoon leader.

Before the first eight people fell to the ground, more smoke bombs were thrown.

The Prosens shouted "For the Empire" and "For Asgard", rushed out of the smoke and killed the red berets.

The platoon leader calmly reported: "The enemy has counterattacked us, and the smoke has blocked our firepower advantage!"

In the blink of an eye, a Proson man rushed out of the smoke and appeared right in front of the platoon leader!

The platoon leader swung the walkie-talkie in his hand and gave the man a big smack in the face, sending him straight back into the smoke.

"Hey!" He pulled his hand back and yelled into the walkie-talkie, "The situation is critical, we need reinforcements! We need reinforcements!"

As a result, after shouting for a long time, there was no echo on the walkie-talkie, and even the rustling static noise that was present during the previous call was gone.

The platoon leader pulled away and looked at the walkie-talkie. At this time, the signalman said, "Maybe you broke it."

The platoon leader cursed: "So the things made by people in the New World are unreliable! If it were a walkie-talkie made in our country, we could still use it even if we killed ten Prosen people!

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Send someone to the command machine to report that we have found elite Proshen soldiers here!"

At this time, a strong wind blew and the smoke was blown away. The platoon leader found that the hand-to-hand combat was coming to an end. A dozen "Red Devils" knocked over more than twenty Plossen Wehrmacht soldiers and won a great victory.

Sergeant John, who was the first to engage in the fire, shouted: "The enemy has retreated back into the building! What should we do?"

The platoon leader looked at the building in front of him and felt that if he really cleared the building, he might not have enough time, so he said: "Bring the explosives! Let's blow this house down! Who is the one who studied architecture in college? Let him command the installation of explosives!"————

"Hello? Hello? Speak!" At the command post of the 1st Parachute Division Task Force, Captain Colonel Charlie finally believed that the walkie-talkie in the first row was broken after shouting frantically into the walkie-talkie.

He turned to his deputy, Lieutenant Colonel Richard, and said, "There are Prosoms at the airport! And they have machine guns! The damn MI6 has screwed us again!"

Lieutenant Colonel Richard: "What's going on? Has Proson already joined the war? Before I came here, I saw the intelligence sent out, and Barras still maintained a close but distant relationship with Proson."

Colonel Charlie: "I don't know. But this explains why King Barras is getting bolder and bolder! It turns out that he has the support of the Prosons. No matter what, even if the Prosons have a battalion or even a regiment at the airport, we can handle it!"

Just as he finished speaking, an orange-red fireball suddenly rose from the dormitory area where fierce gunfire had been heard, and the sound of an explosion was heard a little later.

This was followed by a large amount of smoke and dust.

Lieutenant Colonel Richard: "Did you blow up the building guarded by the enemy?"

Colonel Charlie: "There may be other Plossom troops, so everyone should cheer up--"

Suddenly, he saw a fighter jet starting its engine and taxiing out of the apron.

The colonel pointed at the fighter and shouted, "Quick! Stop him! The transport plane is still landing, he might hit it!"

The fighter jet began to accelerate.

A three-wheeled motorcycle appeared, and the paratrooper riding it stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle rushed towards the plane.

The paratrooper in the truck bed took off his hat and put it on his belt. He put one foot on the seat of the truck bed and the other on the edge of the truck bed, relying solely on his amazing physical fitness to maintain balance.

When the motorcycle rushed to the side of the plane, he jumped high and landed on the wing of the plane!
His weight caused the plane to rock violently.

The pilot turned around and was shocked when he saw him. He then opened the window and prepared to shoot with his pistol, but the paratrooper jumped again, fell into the cabin, and knocked the pilot unconscious with one punch.

Then the paratrooper pulled the throttle to the bottom and pressed the button for the landing gear wheel brake.

The plane slowed down rapidly, and then under the action of inertia, the entire tail lifted up and stuck on the airport taxiway.

Colonel Charlie: "Push the plane away! A landing transport plane may not be able to see this thing on the taxiway!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a transport plane left the runway and headed towards the apron along the taxiway.

Colonel Charlie grabbed the mobile phone: "Oh my God, anyone can push the fighter away! Push the fighter away!"

I don't know if they heard the colonel's order, but seven or eight paratroopers rushed out from the side, and the motorcycle that just carried the warriors who intercepted the plane also arrived.

Everyone worked together to pull the tail of the plane back to the ground, and the whole plane was level. Then they released the landing gear brakes and pushed the plane to the side.

The transport plane was coming down the taxiway, completely unaware of the fighter planes on the road.

A paratrooper ran over with a rope and tied it between the fighter's landing gear and the motorcycle.

So with the help of the motorcycle, the fighter was finally pushed off the runway and thrown into the grass.

The exhausted soldiers all sat down on the ground and watched the transport plane slide past them.

Colonel Charlie breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the signalman came over and said, "The radio is ready. Do you want to send the codeword?"

"Send a codeword!" the colonel said, "Not just a codeword, tell the expeditionary headquarters that the Prosen people are coming! We don't know how many Prosen people have entered Baras, but it's best to alert the landing troops and tell them to be careful."

"Yes!"

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Landing group in the sea north of Moha.

The sailors are climbing down the rope net to get off the ship and into the landing craft.

The landing craft filled with sailors started their motors, left the fleet and joined the landing craft fleet that was circling.

On the landing craft No. 001, Brigadier General Alomeev was saying to the soldiers: "The enemy does not have large-scale coastal defenses, but we must still be careful of machine gun fire. After the landing craft hits the beach, we must leave as soon as possible! We cannot give the enemy time to concentrate fire!
"We have received a lot of training, so just follow the training! We must leave the landing craft within 30 seconds!"

At this time, Brigadier General Alomeev saw someone take out a flat wine flask and take a big sip, and then he cursed: "Don't drink! You may have to swim later! If you get drunk, you will drown directly! I can't occupy the beach with a bunch of drowned ghosts!"

The one who was drinking looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean it!"

"You're just nervous, and the bishop isn't on board," Alomeev said. "It doesn't matter. You're the first person to make this mistake, and I'll ignore it. The second one won't be so lucky, and I'll report it to the chaplain."

At this moment, the naval corporal driving the ship shouted: "There is a signal from the flagship! We need to form a formation and start moving forward!"

"Got it!" Alomeev responded loudly.

The engine noise of the landing craft suddenly increased, and the deck tilted noticeably.

Although there were not many waves in the inland sea, some waves still hit the landing craft and splashed water all over Alomeev.

Soon, the landing craft lined up in formation overtook the destroyers responsible for providing artillery support.

On the destroyer's bridge, signal lights kept flashing.

Most of the naval infantry were high school students. Some of them knew Morse code and read out the light signal directly: "I wish you a great victory and fight bravely against the enemy. The destroyer is wishing us to fight bravely against the enemy!"

Everyone raised their heads and looked in the direction of the destroyer.

The same goes for Alomeev.

(End of this chapter)