artillery arc

Chapter 52 Unforgettable Summer Time

Wang Zhong galloped on his horse and rushed out of the village.

Most of the machine gun fire was on the second floor, so Wang Zhongcai was not shot down by his own fire.

When he rushed towards Seryozha's crew, a shell fired by an enemy tank bounced off the No. 67 tank, knocking off Wang Zhong's hat.

Wang Zhong didn't care anymore, and shouted while galloping: "The enemy plane is coming! Move quickly!"

At this time, the roar of the engine had reached the top of his head. When Wang Zhong looked up, he saw the black shadow of the enemy plane in the direction of the setting sun.

Wang Zhong: "Move! Drill toward the enemy's belly! This type of Stuka locks the rudder seriously when diving, and it's not easy to hit a moving target!"

However, Seryozha's crew did not respond at all!
Seryozha still followed the rules and huddled in the tank turret during the battle. Coupled with the mechanical roar of the tank itself, he probably couldn't hear Wang Zhong's shouting at all.

Wang Zhong has never hated the Ant Empire's poor radio quality so much.

He glanced at the enemy planes in the sky and felt that he would hear the Stuka's famous death dive in the next moment.

At this time, he saw that the infantryman next to him seemed to be carrying a captured smoke bomb, so he shouted: "Give me the smoke bomb!"

The infantryman turned out to be Sergeant Major Gregory. Hearing Wang Zhong's voice, he immediately took off the ammunition belt with the smoke grenade and threw it onto Buscephalas' saddle with a precise throw.

Wang Zhong pulled out a smoke bomb, pulled the string and held it in his hand. However, he knocked it down in desperation, and the smoke rushed down and sprayed out, covering his face.

He quickly threw the smoke bomb out and pulled out a new one.

Then he tugged on the reins and let Busivaras run into the wind, trying to cover Tank 67 with smoke.

As a veteran War Thunder player, Wang Zhong knows how difficult it is to "find enemies" in the air, not to mention that smoke in reality moves with the wind. If the battlefield is full of smoke, enemy aircraft can only throw it around.

In the chaos, a Prosen soldier suddenly appeared in front of Wang Zhong!
The enemy was also startled when he saw the white horse. He was stunned for a moment before he thought of shooting, but was kicked back into the smoke by Busifaras.

Wang Zhong hadn't reacted yet. He didn't even look down at the moment, so he didn't know that the enemy had rushed to such a close distance!
Wouldn't pulling the smoke by yourself help the enemy get closer to the tank?

He quickly pulled up a bird's-eye view to determine the location of nearby enemies.

Looking down, he found that the enemy plane was overhead and circling.

Could it be that the enemy's radio technology is so good that it can communicate from the air to the ground, and the enemy planes all know that the biggest threat below is a heavy tank?
Not sure where the heavy tanks are and they don't drop bombs?
Soon after, Wang Zhong saw an infantry officer on the ground taking out a flare gun and pulling the trigger at the location where Car No. 67 was parked.

The red signal flare drew an arc and fell towards No. 67.

There is also ground guidance! Is this really the army of Barbarossa?
Wang Zhong could see it so clearly from an overhead perspective, so the enemy planes naturally saw it too.

The enemy plane was seen rolling into a dive attitude.

The Stuka's famous scream tore at Wang Zhong's eardrums.

Just at this time, car No. 67 started to move. I don’t know if it was blocked by smoke and couldn’t hit anyone, or if I heard a “death scream”.

Anyway it started to move.

When Wang Zhong saw this, he pulled the reins and turned around and ran away. Now that he had done everything he could, the next step was up to the fate of the crew.

With the first loud noise, Wang Zhong clearly felt the wind blowing from behind.

Then there were loud noises one after another. Just by hearing the sound, Wang Zhong felt that the 67th train crew was finished.

Che looked down and saw No. 67 stopped and lying on the plain. Several large bomb craters could be seen from the air nearby.

The enemy plane that had finished dropping the bomb was pulling up, and it seemed that it was planning to find an angle to drop the 50kg "small sweet potato" hanging under its wings.

Although 50KG is considered a small brother among aerial bombs, for ground troops, one of these is equivalent to a gas tank. Even if you lie on the ground, you may be seriously injured by the shock wave.

At this time, Wang Zhong saw Sergeant Major Gregory rushing forward with a submachine gunner, using the crater created by the aerial bomb as a bunker to protect the No. 67 tank.

Wang Zhong remembered that the order he had given to this group of people was to protect the tanks and kill the approaching enemies.

Even though it was not known whether the tank was destroyed, this order was faithfully carried out.

The only good news is that the storm of the 500KG aerial bomb has blown away the smoke. The Gregorian team has a clear field of vision and can take advantage of the firepower of the submachine gun.

Only the noncommissioned officers of the enemy infantry who rushed up had submachine guns, so they were naturally at a disadvantage in the duel with firepower.

Suddenly, a wooden-handled grenade was thrown into the crater.

Sergeant Major Gregory threw the submachine gun away, caught the grenade and threw it back.

The explosion overturned the Prossen who had dropped the bomb.

But while the submachine guns ceased firing, more grenades were thrown over!

Sergeant Major Gregory pulled out his engineer shovel and knocked back the grenades one by one like playing badminton.

Here comes the Slavic Superman! The Primarch Astartes!

At this moment, the completely silent No. 67 tank engine spewed out a plume of smoke.

The enemies that were swarming up stopped as if they had seen a ghost, and looked at the resurrected steel behemoth in horror.

The turret's coaxial machine gun fired, and tracer bullets destroyed the enemy's last remaining morale.

but!

The Stuka is back!
Wang Zhong happened to run near the machine gun fire point at the edge of the village and shouted: "Shoot in the air! There is no visibility on the ground anyway!"

The ground is full of smoke, and the machine gun is really difficult to use.

The shooter immediately turned his gun around and then discovered that the elevation angle was not enough. At this time, a first-class soldier picked up the machine gun's bipod and raised the muzzle.

The machine gunner opened fire immediately.

Tracer rounds were fired in a futile attempt to stop the swarm.

At this moment, a rocket lifted off from the ground, its head shining like a morning star in the sunset.

Divine arrow!

The enemy's captain tried to dodge in a hurry, but the divine arrow turned a corner and caught up with him, dragging thick smoke and flames to the ground.

The remaining enemy planes probably didn't know how many arrows they had left, so they turned away and quickly rushed to ultra-low altitude and galloped away.

At this time, on the top of the mountain, a signal flare was launched into the air.

Yellow flare.

When the enemy stopped attacking yesterday, Wang Zhong also saw such a signal flare.

This should be the signal to stop the attack.

Sure enough, the Plosen infantry began to retreat.

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Shrifen actually couldn't see what was ahead, as his vision was blocked by smoke.

But he clearly heard the roar of the tank engine that had stopped for a while and started roaring again.

"The enemy tanks are still there!" he shouted over the radio, "Flying Eagle, I demand a second attack! Use your 50 kilogram bomb!"

"Okay, this time we saw the enemy's tanks. Let the infantry move away." The leader on the other end of the call replied very confidently, "It's time to show real skills."

Soon enough, a rocket took off.

Shrifen: "The enemy's divine arrows are launched into the sky!"

"I see it, Valhalla bless you!"

Then the communication was cut off, and Schlieffen watched as the lead plane rushed to the ground dragging smoke and flames, and no pilot even bailed out.

The other planes dispersed, rushed to low altitude and retreated westward.

Major Franz: "Damn it, the Air Force is really unreliable."

After saying that, he turned around, and before he could say anything, Major Schlieffen said, "Retreat."

Major Schlifen turned to look at the sky and continued: "It's getting late. We have no way to deal with the enemy's heavy tanks. In the Caroline, we used 1mm anti-aircraft guns to deal with the enemy's B heavy tanks. The anti-aircraft battalion should come up tomorrow .”

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Wang Zhong rode a white horse and stood at the entrance of the village.

As the sun sets, the entire wilderness is coated in blood red.

Even after running wildly and kicking an enemy away, Busifaras was still sweating a little and not even breathing heavily.

When the enemy retreats, does that mean the mission is completed?

There are still two hours before eight o'clock. The enemy should not attack in this situation, right?
Wang Zhong decided to take advantage of the enemy's lack of fighting spirit and step forward to take a closer look. As long as the enemy's losses were heavy enough, there was a high probability that they would not attack again today.

He lightly kicked the horse's belly, and Bucephalas was like his clone. He immediately understood and walked towards the sunset. The wind swept across the battlefield and lifted Wang Zhong's hair.

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Through the telescope, Schlieffen saw the officer who had come to provoke him in the morning appear again on a white horse.

He faced the sunset and put on a victor's posture.

Shriven gritted his teeth.

"This bastard! Aim the infantry cannon at him! Blow him up!"

"Major, the infantry artillery is out of ammunition!"

"Then use mortars!"

"Mortars can't be that accurate!"

"Then use a machine gun! Find an accurate machine gunner!"

"The best machine gunners died, Major!"

"Come in my command car! I will kill him myself!"

"Major, calm down!"

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Wang Zhong looked at the chaotic enemy in a strange way. He had no intention of going into details. After all, his goal had been achieved. He was sure that the enemy had suffered heavy losses and was unable to continue attacking, so he could dodge.

If Busifaras hadn't been so brave today and kicked the enemy soldiers away, he might have died.

Wang Zhong reflected seriously and must pay attention to saving his life in the future.

Speaking of which, when I rushed out to cover the tank with smoke, I didn't even have the slightest fear.

Wang Zhong couldn't help but think of an old lady who came to give a school report when he was a child.

The old lady is a health worker and has made three major achievements as a health worker (before the reorganization, there was no distinction between merit, only major and minor achievements). She laughed at herself and said: "Looking back now, I am also incredible. I used to be completely useless. Know what it means to be afraid.

“Now when I see someone on the street carrying a wallet, I worry whether he has a knife or an accomplice.

"That kind of courage at that time seemed to have left me forever. Maybe it was because the dream I had back then had already come true!"

The old lady smiled brightly as she spoke.

"That kind of courage at that time", now Wang Zhong knows "what kind" of courage it is.

It's a wonderful feeling to be connected with the ancestors of the original time and space despite having traveled through time.

With such emotion, Wang Zhong returned to Tank No. 67 and looked at Seryosha who was dressing his wound: "How is it?"

Seryosha smiled: "Still alive. All alive. But this guy is lying down."

He patted the top armor of the turret.

Wang Zhong: "Can it be repaired? We will retreat at eight o'clock in the evening."

But Seryozha shook his head: "It can't be repaired. All the spare parts we brought were damaged by the explosion. Now the engine can still run. I don't know when the engine will also collapse, so we can only crank the turret by hand."

Wang Zhong's chest suddenly tightened.

He had a vague premonition of what was about to happen.

Seryosha spoke: "We will continue to block the enemy here and fire until the last shot. You can retreat in peace."

The corner of Wang Zhong's mouth trembled. He held it in for a moment and said: "No, I order you to repair the tank at night. If the tank is not repaired by midnight at night, abandon the tank and retreat. We will meet in Bogdanovka."

In order to prevent Seryozha from disobeying his order, Wang Zhong added: "This is an order!"

Seryosha shook his head slowly, and the sunset painted a layer of blood on his face: "Sir, we can't leave the tank to the enemy. The enemy will use it against us after repairing it. We can't penetrate the armor that the enemy can't penetrate." It is also difficult to penetrate. Think about how many of our own people will die if this old buddy falls into the hands of the enemy.

"We have to blow it up if we abandon the vehicle. Now the enemy is afraid of it. Once it is blown up, the enemy will immediately start to pursue it. Trust me."

Wang Zhong was speechless.

Seryosha continued: "Give us an explosive pack. Then we can resist until the last moment, and we can use the explosive pack to drag down a few Japanese soldiers."

Wang Zhong looked at Seryozha and found that there was light in his eyes.

——"Looking back now, it's incredible to me that I didn't know what fear was before."

Wang Zhong: "I have adopted your suggestion. Do you want me to send it to you?"

"Yes." Seryozha took out the letter from his left breast pocket and handed it to Wang Zhong, "The address is written on it, just mail it for us."

"I have it too!"

"And mine!"

Soon, all the letters from the No. 67 crew were delivered to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong held this thin stack of paper, which seemed to be of great weight.

He saw Seryosha and the entire tank crew, all smiling fearlessly.

It took all his strength not to cry in front of these brave young men.

He put the letter into his pocket - there was already a bloody letter in it.

Wang Zhong rode on his horse and saluted the deceased.

Then, he resolutely turned his horse's head and walked towards the east.

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In the evening, eight o'clock sharp.

Wang Zhong put down his hands and looked at the troops already lined up on the street.

Compared with 38 hours ago, the size of the troops was greatly reduced, and almost everyone was injured.

But everyone, including those with minor injuries in the hospital, was in good spirits.

Wang Zhong dismounted, helped a wounded man up, and then ordered the whole army: "The whole army is here, let's move together!"

The troops moved off in silence.

Wang Zhong also took steps.

He saw those fellow villagers who decided to stay standing on the roadside, looking at them with complicated eyes.

Wang Zhong: "Be energetic! Let the fellow villagers see our ambition! Let them know that we will fight back one day!"

Then, the sound of neat steps became louder.

Wang Zhong felt that it was not enough, so he shouted: "Su Fang! Come on, sing a cheerful song! We are the victorious army, we must have the temperament of a winner!"

Su Fang's voice came from behind the team.

"I remember a small provincial town
"Serenity, tranquility and melancholy

"There's a church, a station and a tree-lined avenue
"Sometimes I can see in the crowd

"That familiar dear figure..."

More people join in the chorus.

"She was wearing a blue sunhat

"Wearing a blue blouse

"The figure of a girl in a dark skirt

"Ah, my fleeting love!"

When the chorus comes, everyone sings together. The rhythm of the singing and the neat steps are combined. The spear-pierced forest sways with the singing, like an insurmountable Great Wall!
"Tanya! Tanyusha! My Tatyana!
"Do you still remember that hot summer?

"I can't forget that time
“That time to love!”

The summer wind blows through the team, bringing summer enthusiasm.

I don’t know who whistled playfully, as if in contempt of war and invaders!
"Tanya! Tanyusha! My Tatyana!
"Do you still remember that hot summer?

"I can't forget that time
“That time to love!”

(End of this chapter)