artillery arc

Chapter 7 Ulla!

Push forward a little bit in time.

When Lieutenant Colonel Ivan Pandelevich Yegorov, commander of the Third Post-Amur Regiment, saw the tank destroyed by the arrow, he immediately cheered: "Well done!"

Pavlov, the regimental staff officer with a noble background, frowned.

But Yegorov didn't care about that. Just by looking at his name, you can tell that he and the nobles cannot piss in the same pot.

Nobles like to be very particular about their names, and would never call someone a lousy name like Ivan.

Ivan Pandelevich Yegorov was born as a peasant and rose to the rank of regimental commander thanks to his military exploits in the Civil War and the Winter War. It is said that if the civil war and subsequent liquidation had not killed almost all the noble officers, he would not have been able to do so. It was not Egorov's turn to be the leader.

Pavlov, the aristocratic staff officer, looked down upon Yegorov from the beginning. At the beginning of the war, he even wanted to replace Yegorov in commanding the troops, but he was pushed back.

Not only that, in order not to listen to Pavlov's beep, Yegorov also ran to the front line and threw the empty shell of the regiment to the noble lord.

He originally thought that the noble lord didn't have the guts to come to the front line, but he didn't expect that Pavlov actually followed him, even more nagging and nit-picking.

Later, the Plosen attack proved that Yegorov's experience in the civil war and winter war was indeed effective, greatly reducing the casualties of the troops.

But Yegorov's experience cannot offset the differences in combat experience, weapons, and combat preparations between the two sides.

Most of the 3rd Post-Amur Regiment were new recruits, and they were not at all prepared for the coming war.

Virtually the entire empire was unprepared.

The day before the war broke out, the imperial prime minister swore on the radio that the war would not break out and that the Prossen people's goal was the west.

Yegorov was already satisfied that he could fight like this in a hasty battle.

He raised his voice and shouted to the recruits: "Don't be afraid! Just lie down behind the wall and fire the gun. You don't even need to aim! The enemies are humans too, and they will be scared if bullets fly past their ears! Keep pulling the bolt, Fire! Don’t think about anything!”

While he was speaking, Maxim was firing fiercely from the machine gun position not far from him.

Suddenly, a shell hit the sandbag in front of the machine gun position.

The explosion swallowed up Yegorov's last words.

The temporary fortifications could not stop the tank guns at all.

Including the gun frame, wheels for moving, and protective guards, the entire machine gun weighed dozens of kilograms. It was lifted up like a toy and fell to the ground.

The entire upper body of the machine gunner was blown away, and the shoulder of the ammunition hand was completely chopped off, exposing the white bones.

Screams filled the huge room.

"Stop screaming!" Yegorov roared angrily, "Sukabule! Assistant shooter! Restore the machine gun quickly!"

As he spoke, Yegorov poked his head out and saw the second tank turning the corner.

"Hmph, I'll kill you with the second divine arrow!"

As he spoke, Yegorov looked hopefully in the direction of the Arrow team, and then found that the smoke had blocked the entire street.

The Prosens used smoke to block the line of sight of the Arrow team, while ensuring that the tank had a field of vision to exert its firepower.

The enemy does have combat experience.

Yegorov looked at his new recruits.

Most recruits are not timid. After all, Amur Province, where the Amur Regiment recruits troops, has a strong folk custom. Nine out of ten new recruits have participated in armed battles with neighboring villages for water sources before joining the army. They have no shortage of courage and fierceness.

It's a pity that courage and ruthlessness are useless on the battlefield. No matter how ruthless a person is, there is no way to fight against the machine guns and cannons of tanks.

At this moment, Yegorov heard the whistling of artillery shells in the sky.

As a veteran, he immediately judged that the landing point was nearby. Not only that, he also heard that these were shells fired from the rear—from one of his own people.

"Sukabule!" Yegorov yelled angrily, "The damn noble master is going to blow us up together with the enemy! Get down!"

Yegorov lay on the ground, carefully supporting himself with his hands to prevent his body from completely touching the ground, and at the same time opened his mouth - the recruits didn't understand this, and they would probably be shocked into fools by the heavy artillery!
Soon enough, the shell fell to the ground.

But the sound of the explosion was very small, as if a 300-pound fat man farted.

Yegorov raised his head in confusion and saw white smoke pouring in from the window.

The sound of smoke bombs could be vaguely heard outside.

Why smoke bombs?
Staff officer Pavlov also made a confused voice: "Why smoke bombs? This is unreasonable! I didn't learn this at the Suvorov Military Academy!"

Suddenly, Yegorov slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "Wonderful!"

Pavlov was shocked: "What's wrong?"

Yegorov ignored the staff at all and shouted directly at the top of his voice: "Brothers! Copycat! Charge with me. If you see a black uniform, kill him! Ula!"

At this time, the smoke had filled the room, and people a few meters away could not see clearly. Yegorov pulled out the saber that had been with him for many years. Regardless of whether anyone followed him or not, Ula shouted first anyway, rushed out of the window with a quick stride, and fell from the second floor to the ground.

When his feet were numb on the ground, he continued to shout: "Post-Amur regiment! Charge! We lost the hand-to-hand fight. If we go back, women will laugh for ten years! Ula!"

The new recruits may not understand what modern warfare is about, but they know how to fight with weapons.

Then the earth-shaking sound of Ura resounded through the sky.

A figure suddenly appeared in the smoke in front of him, and Yegorov slashed his head and face with a knife.

This chop was extremely technical. The blade only cut through the flesh, but did not hit the bones. It just slid on the bones.

This knife directly cut off the trachea and arteries at the throat. The wound was not large but fatal. The soldier in black covered his neck and fell down.

Yegorov continued to move forward, and the smoke obscured his vision. Fortunately, in this case, there was no need to identify friend or foe - anyway, the oncoming enemy must be the enemy, so he just cut it.

"Everyone coming towards us is an enemy!" Yegorov shouted, "Even if he cuts wrong, he is still a deserter! Kill him!"

In the chaos, he heard the sound of the engine and rushed towards the sound, directly in front of the tank.

He rushed onto the tank in one stride.

It's a pity that Yegorov doesn't know how to open the Prosen people's bastard shell.

So he took out the grenade, pulled the fuse and stuffed it into the largest hole in the tank - the muzzle.

There was a muffled sound, but the tank showed no response.

Yegorov didn't care. There must be no response because the explosion was not loud enough, so he shouted to the back: "Grenade! Give me the grenade!"

In the smoke, someone threw an armed belt with four grenades stuck on it.

Yegorov pulled the strings one by one and stuffed them into the barrel.

At this moment, the roof of the tank opened unexpectedly, and an officer from Prosen stuck his head out. The officer wore a large cap, with headphones placed across his head on top of the cap. The moment he saw Yegorov, he picked up his submachine gun——

Yegorov didn't have time to draw his sword, so he used the grenade as a mallet, hit the officer in the face with the mallet, then pulled the string and stuffed it into the tank door.

Officer Prosen shouted something, but Yegorov couldn't understand it.

There was a flash inside the hatch, and the officer immediately shut up. Yegorov unloaded his submachine gun and pulled off the Ankh on his collar.

"Ula!" Yegorov shouted.

(End of this chapter)