artillery arc

Chapter 49 General White Horse
On the Prosen Army side.

Major Shrifen stood up cursing: "Didn't the Air Force say that the Ant Air Force is finished? Then were we attacked by our own Air Force?"

Major Franz also got up, and while taking out his handkerchief to wipe the coffee on his uniform, he echoed: "You can't believe a word of what the Air Force says. It is said that Grand Duke Meyer misappropriated all the funds of the Air Force to repair his castle."

It seems that the old officers from the Junker aristocracy and the emerging juniors have reached a consensus: the Air Force cannot be trusted.

Major Schlieffen turned and shouted: "Adjutant, report the damage."

The adjutant came over and saluted: "A total of 21 dead, 49 injured, and seven trucks were destroyed."

Schlieffen cursed: "Damn Air Force, I lost two platoons like this! Two platoons!"

Major Franz: "The enemy should be blamed for this, right? Fortunately, we received the support of a whole battalion of combat engineers last night. The combat engineers were effective yesterday. If more engineers are deployed today, we should be able to win." "

"I hope so." Major Schlieffen looked at the sky, as if he was worried that the plane that had just attacked would come back and surprise him. "But with such an opening this morning, I have an ominous premonition. The observation post last night found that there were people in the village. Abnormal?"

The adjutant immediately reported: "The sentry last night heard the sound of an engine in the village."

Shrifen frowned: "Our opponent is very cunning. Maybe the engine noise is his trick. Didn't the person who shot against the No. 422 yesterday say he hit the No. 422?"

At this time, the chief of staff also came over and replied on behalf of the adjutant: "Yes, the gunner believes that at least one shot hit the enemy. But the enemy was still able to fire back, and it is estimated that no vital points were hurt."

Shrifen pursed his lips, stood up and observed the village in the distance for a moment before whispering: "The engine sound last night might have been a hoax. In fact, their tanks have lost their combat capabilities, and they deliberately used the engine sound to scare us. We dare not send tanks into villages to engage in fierce battles with the enemy."

At this time, Hoffman, the commander of Car Group 170, came to the top of the mountain, put his heels together and shouted: "Report!"

Shriven: "Take a break and talk."

Hoffman: "I request to participate in today's attack. I want to fight the enemy's No. 422 in a duel!"

"Asshole! War is not a knightly competition!" Shlifen scolded, "We are enemies, life-and-death opponents! If you don't realize this, you will suffer a loss!"

"I promise to destroy No. 422. The tanks of the Ants are too backward, and they just happened to win through cunning tricks. I will never let them succeed again!" Hoffman said confidently.

Shrifen stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out and patted his shoulder: "Very good, then you and your company will accompany the infantry to attack this morning."

He turned to Major Fritz: "Hoffmann is our best tanker, and his company is our most elite company. I have always regarded him as a reserve before."

Fritz extended his hand: "It's a pleasure to work with you, Captain Hoffman."

Hoffmann quickly took Fritz's hand.

Although the current young emperor deliberately promotes young people who accept new technologies to fight against the old officer corps, the grassroots soldiers still respect these old-school Junker noble officers regardless of their care.

Fritz, in particular, is very strict and consistent with everyone's imagination of the old officer corps.

Shilifen: "Get ready to attack. We have been delayed for a full twenty-four hours. If even the heavy artillery regiment stuck in the traffic behind comes up, then we will have run so fast in vain!"

Fritz said: "The heavy artillery regiment should be coming up soon. We have been blocked here for 24 hours. We might as well wait until the heavy artillery comes up to reduce casualties."

"No!" Schlieffen raised his voice, "In the Carolingians, we relied on tanks and Stukas to continuously attack and attack, and finally drove the United Kingdom troops into the sea! Heavy artillery is not necessary, this is modern warfare! "

Fritz shut his mouth.

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Wang Zhong watched the enemy formation complete and shouted loudly to the people under the water tower: "Take cover! The enemy is about to start artillery preparations!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the first round of artillery fire fell.

After once again confirming that there was nothing abnormal in the enemy's deployment, Wang Zhong walked down the water tower and entered the manager's office of the winery amid the rumbling sound of cannons.

The winery is the only concrete building in the town, and the grenades of the 75 Infantry Artillery can't do anything.

Of course, shooting through the window can still kill and injure people inside the house, but the enemy's fire coverage is a deflection, and the angle of incidence determines that it is not so easy for the shells to penetrate the window.

Wang Zhong looked at the map in his room, as if the explosion outside the window didn't exist.

He wanted to find the Kingdom of Khazalia on the map, but he only found the name of the area where it was currently located: the Principality of Wostrom.

The terrain of the principality is basically flat. It is estimated that the small hill to the west of Penier is already the highest peak in the entire principality.

In addition, Wang Zhong also discovered that going eastward on Penier, you will soon encounter a large river called the Tiber River, and Bogdanovka is on the bank of the river.

While Wang Zhong was studying the map, the shelling outside stopped.

He looked at his watch: "It's strange. Today's shelling time is so much shorter than yesterday?"

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"Why stop?" Shrifen asked with a frown.

The artillery company commander looked bitter: "The enemy's air strike just destroyed our ammunition truck, and there are not so many artillery shells left."

The corners of Shriven's mouth twitched.

Franz took the opportunity to suggest: "It's better to wait for the heavy artillery..."

"Let the mortars clear the smoke and start the attack!" Schlieffen interrupted Franz, "Also contact the Air Force and let them take responsibility!"

"Yes!"

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Wang Zhong climbed up the water tower again, and sure enough he saw the enemy's mortars spreading smoke.

The impact point of the smoke bomb was exactly the same as yesterday!

Wang Zhong didn't know whether to say that the enemies were rigid or that they were well-trained and striving for excellence.

When the smoke was deployed, the enemy's attack force began to set off.

When the sound of the engine came here, the No. 67 heavy tank hidden at the head of the village also started up, drove out of the shelter, and rushed along the road towards the ambush position.

No, the ambush is not accurate, it should be a head-to-head confrontation with the enemy.

Wang Zhong discovered a familiar face in the enemy's attack queue, the No. 170 tank numbered : it was this tank before. A precise burst of fire from a distance of two kilometers exploded the bell tower of the church, causing the bell to fall from the tower. falling up

The cracked clock is still lying on the street.

The enemy has sent their elite troops here.

Look carefully at Tank No. 170. There are two golden rings and three silver rings on the barrel.

Wang Zhong didn't know how the Prossen people stipulated this time and space, but he knew that San Dezi's single-soldier tank destruction medal was five silvers for one gold.

If this kill ring follows the same principle, then this No. 170 has destroyed thirteen tanks.

Elite, if we deal with him here, how many tank soldiers will die less!
Wang Zhong became happy when he thought of this. At this moment, at the edge of his vision, he saw a heavy truck driving into his field of vision and stopped.

The hairs on his back immediately stood up. This kind of heavy-duty truck is usually used to tow heavy artillery, and heavy howitzers with a diameter of over 100 mm are unlikely to be driven so close to the front line.

After all, the range of that kind of artillery can easily reach more than ten kilometers, so there is no need to go to the front line.

Only direct-fire artillery will go to the front.

Direct-fire artillery towed by heavy trucks—Wang Zhong could only think of one.

No, we have to determine what this truck is towing.

Wang Zhongfei also ran down the water tower, untied Bucephalus from the wooden stake at the door, got on his horse and ran wildly.

The guard guarding the door of the winery saw him and shouted: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"I'll come back as soon as I go, stick to your post!"

As he spoke, Boucivalas walked through the devastated streets of Haute Penier.

The soldiers hiding behind the bunker all looked at Wang Zhong.

"Do you want to charge?" someone asked.

In this situation, Wang Zhong knew that if he really ordered a charge, these people might really leave the house and follow him on horseback into the wilderness.

So he shouted: "Stay where you are and remember your mission! Don't move! Stay where you are!"

He shouted as he left the village. When he pulled the reins at the entrance of the village, Busifaras braked suddenly.

At the entrance of the village, he clearly saw that the heavy truck was actually towing a pontoon.

Then he remembered that he had indeed seen several rivers on the map just now. If the enemy wanted to advance quickly, they had to consider the possibility of Ant's army blowing up the bridge.

Wang Zhong was slightly relieved, but he felt that he had already reached the entrance of the village. Wouldn't it be better to go 500 meters further to see clearly the enemy's layout?

Anyway, there is smoke cover. Even if the enemy wants to pursue him, the commander, he will be blocked by the No. 67 heavy tank.

So Wang Zhong continued to urge his horse forward, observing the enemy's movements from a bird's eye view as he advanced.

In addition to the bridge erection team, Wang Zhong also saw many heavy engineering vehicles. It seemed that the enemy would have more combat engineers joining the attack.

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly heard someone calling him: "Lord Earl, what do you want to do?"

He cut the naked eye view and saw that Busifaras had surpassed the No. 67 heavy tank, and Seryosha stared at him with wide eyes on the turret.

"My Lord Count!"

Wang Zhong: "I'm going to scout the enemy, don't worry."

After speaking, Wang Zhong continued to move forward.

After switching the perspective, he even saw an armored recovery vehicle. They were repairing a damaged Panzer III tank.

Good guy, is there an enemy's combined camp in front of me? Did the concept of a synthetic camp exist so early in this time and space?

Wang Zhong used a plug-in to see clearly the color of his enemy's underwear.

He was enjoying the pleasure of Brother Gua, and suddenly felt that he had gone too far?
After a sudden awakening, he switched back to his own perspective and found that there was no smoke at all in front of him - Buscephalas was running too fast!

He immediately tightened his reins.

Buscephalas was running a little too happily, he almost didn't stop and even raised his front hooves.

Wang Zhong finally stopped his running horse, but because he was so panicked, his movement caused Bucephalas to stand in the middle of the road.

Then he came face to face with the enemy's army.

Embarrassed.

This time he was really sweating.

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But from Major Schlieffen's perspective, the situation is completely different.

The major, who had very good ears, had long heard the roar of engines from the Ant people, so he raised his binoculars to see what the idiot who wanted to use backward tanks to fight against the invincible Prosen armored army in the wilderness looked like.

However, Ant's commander seems to be very ignorant and doesn't like to open the hatch cover to observe the situation.

Just as Major Schlieffen was thinking this, a white horse emerged from the smoke.

Sitting on the white horse was a heroic general.

The general pulled the reins, and the white horse raised its front hooves high.

Major Schlieffen was not a Junker noble and did not understand equestrian skills, but Major Franz, an old Junker nobleman next to him, praised: "Good equestrian skills. In equestrian competitions, this action is a demonstration to the opponent. He is expressing his contempt for us."

The major pursed his lips.

At this time, the general asked his white horse to cross and block the road in the middle.

Franz: "This action means..."

"I know," Schlieffen said through his teeth, "that we can't go any further."

Franz: "Yeah. By the way, this horse is really good. It can be sold for at least 300,000 marks in the capital Germania."

Schlieffen suddenly grabbed the radio receiver: "Hoffman! Kill this general! Don't hurt the horse!"

"What?" Franz was shocked, "This is not a gentleman!"

Shriven sneered: "There is no need for gentlemen for inferior races."

At this time, tank No. 170 can be seen on the hillside stopping.

It was still a thousand meters away from the white-horse general, and Schlieffen had no doubt that Hoffman would hit the target accurately.

Tank No. 170 began to rotate the turret!

Soon enough, behind General White Horse, a steel beast rushed out of white smoke.

The beast was bigger than all the tanks in the Prosen Empire. Its tracks crushed the helmets abandoned by the defeated soldiers on the road, and the powerful roar of the engine resounded throughout the grassland.

(End of this chapter)