Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong was sure that the enemy had retreated, so he shouted into the radio: "Cease fire! Cease fire! Save shells!"

While shouting, he picked up the branch that had fallen off the top of the turret due to the cannon fire and threw it to the messenger next to him who was focusing all his attention on the enemy.

The messenger shuddered after being hit, and turned his head to look at Wang Zhong blankly.

Boss Wang: "Cease fire! Let all the tanks cease fire!"

"Oh!" The messenger then ran along the communication trench.

It took two minutes for the 30 T34s to completely cease fire.

I don't know what the group of people were fighting after the enemy's smoke covered them.

Wang Zhong continued to tell the messenger: "Order the infantry battalion to advance! It depends on the rank of the prisoners. Capture prisoners above the rank of captain, especially those with staff armbands, adjutant ribbons, briefcases, and map bags."

Messenger: "What about prisoners below the rank of captain?"

Wang Zhong's first reaction was: "The enemy fought bravely and no one surrendered. We must commemorate the enemy's fighting spirit and erect a monument for them."

"Yes!" The messenger turned and ran

"Wait a minute!" Wang Zhong called him.

If you want to keep the enemy's officers, it will have a bad impact in the future. And I forgot who said that if you don't keep the prisoners, you will fight to the death when you encounter the enemies of your troops in the counterattack stage in the future.

After a second of silence, Wang Zhong changed his words: "The order about prisoners just now does not count. For enemies below the rank of captain, injure their arms and ensure that they cannot be put into battle within three months. Then let them go in the direction of the enemy."

The messenger nodded and turned away.

Although the prisoners were not to be slaughtered, the 151st Division was in a state where they certainly had no time to care for the prisoners. It would be better to use the prisoners to give the enemy wrong information.

Wang Zhong: "Order all tanks to rev their engines, and make the engines louder!"

Then the entire ambush position was filled with a deafening roar, as if a tank army was advancing.

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Filipov led his platoon to the road full of tank and vehicle wreckage.

Yes, Filipov had been promoted to platoon leader, but this was not an exceptional promotion. After all, as military academy students, they were originally warrant officer platoon leaders when they graduated, and now they were considered to be on duty in advance.

Except for the squad leaders of each class, all the others in Filipov's group were new recruits. Seven or eight of them had fallen behind during the march before. I wonder if they would do anything weird when they saw the dead enemy for the first time.

This made Filipov nervous.

After carefully approaching the road with the whole platoon, Filippov ordered: "Disperse, don't crowd together! Have you forgotten what I said during training? Crowding together is more likely to kill, and machine guns like to attack people who gather together the most!

"If you act alone, the machine guns will be reluctant to spray you with water."

In fact, Filippov still said the concept of the ANT Army. The ANT Army's ammunition has always been insufficient and needs to be saved.

If it were a certain army, even if the enemy had only one person, the whole platoon would pour out firepower, and machine guns and rifles would be used together.

After watching his recruits disperse, Filippov took the lead on the road.

The bodies of the Proson Army were everywhere, and some of the tanks parked on the road were still smoking.

The cavalry who delivered the order ran along the road: "The general ordered that officers above the rank of captain be captured as prisoners, and those with lower ranks should be wounded in the arms and let them run back. If there are wounded enemy soldiers, let them carry them back by themselves!"

Filippov: "You heard it! Semyon, take your squad to check the tank. Don't look inside. Just open the hatch and throw grenades in. "

The sergeant named Semyon immediately led his squad to rush to the tank.

Filipov was still shouting: "Take down the enemy's weapons first. The enemy's grenades are very well made and more effective than ours! And their submachine guns are good things. You see, I won't change them. They complement Tokarev perfectly."

Filipov also specially adjusted the position of the MP submachine gun hanging on his shoulder and put it in a place suitable for pulling up and shooting.

At this time, another veteran who had experienced the battle of Loktov shouted to Filipov: "Filipov, the uniforms of these people are not the same! Are they the guards of Emperor Prosen?"

"It's possible." Filipov said, pulling his rain cape, which was the symbol of the guards infantry on Ant's side.

At this time, Sergeant Semyon, who was responsible for checking the tank, shouted: "Throw the grenade! Don't be scared! "

As soon as the voice fell, there was a muffled sound, and a puff of smoke came out of the hatch of the enemy tank No. 235.

Sergeant Semyon jumped out of the car and ran to the next one with his men.

At this time, Filippov saw his new recruit Alexei standing in front of the enemy's corpse, looking like he was feeling life.

He went up and asked: "Alyosha, what are you thinking about?"

"Platoon leader! Nothing, I just wonder, is war such a simple and comfortable thing?"

Filippov: "We thought so when we just repelled the enemy's first wave of attack in Loktov. At that time, the general's precise artillery bombardment completely collapsed the enemy. We thought we could attack Prosinia tomorrow."

Alexei: "What happened next?"

"Later, half of us could not see the sun the next day." Filippov said, "Or, it turned into the colors on the general's flag. ”

Alexey opened his mouth wide, like a goldfish starved of oxygen.

Not far away, Sergeant Semyon shouted: "Throw a grenade, don't..."

Suddenly, a Proson tank soldier poked his head out of the tank and knocked down the recruit who was about to throw a grenade into the hatch with his submachine gun.

The grenade fell directly at the feet of Sergeant Semyon. He could only curse "Suka" before he was thrown to the ground and his broken leg flew up high.

The Prosen tank driver held a submachine gun on the turret and fired at the nearest Semyon squad, knocking down three recruits at once.

The new recruits in Filipov's platoon were stunned, and the veterans were already lying down.

Filipov himself half-knelt, holding up his submachine gun.

Soon after, Alexey opened fire.

Tokarev's semi-automatic first shot missed, hitting the edge of the turret and causing a string of sparks.

The enemy tank crew immediately turned his gun, and then Tokarev's second shot came and penetrated his shoulder.

Alexei shouted, firing continuously, emptying Tokarev's magazine.

In fact, the next few shots were all missed and hit the tree behind the tank.

The dead enemy slides directly into the tank under the influence of gravity.

Alexey was still shouting, pulling the trigger as hard as he could, regardless of the fact that there was no bullet to fire him.

Filipov took out the grenade, pulled the string and threw it in one go. The "little flying stick" dragging the butt of the cigarette fell into the hatch of the tank.

There was a muffled sound and the tank stopped moving.

Alexei fell to his knees and slumped sideways.

Filipov thought he had been shot and hurried over to check the situation: "Where are you injured? Are you okay?"

After a cursory inspection, Filipov found that the guy had not been shot, which was very good. But he fell to the ground like a wilted eggplant.

Filipov ignored him and ran to Semyon's squad: "Medic! Medic! Nurse!"

"Coming, coming!" A female nurse in military uniform rushed over, touched Sergeant Semyon's neck, shook her head, and turned to the next one.

After handing the wounded over to the nurse, Filipov returned to Alexey and found him clutching his stomach in pain.

"What's wrong with you, private?" Filipov asked.

"My stomach... is cramping, I can't feel my legs, am I going to die?"

Filipov grabbed Alexei's shoulders and pulled him up: "No! You're fine! You're just too nervous! Stand up!"

However, it was of no use. The new recruit Alexei fell on Filipov like a puddle of mud, and he spoke with a cry: "I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

Filipov tried to persuade him a few more times, but he had no choice but to shout: "Priest! Where is the priest!"

The priests handle this situation professionally, and they are the right ones to call.

But Filipov shouted for a long time without responding.

At this time, he suddenly had an idea.

He threw the new recruit Alexei away - the latter collapsed to the ground, like a puddle of mud.

Filipov rushed to the enemy tank, climbed in, pulled out the tank crewman who had just caught everyone off guard with a submachine gun, and dragged him all the way to the new recruit Alexei.

Then Filipov pulled up the recruit again and forced him to look at the tanker: "See clearly, this is the enemy you defeated!"

Recruit Alexei stopped wailing and stared at the enemy: "Did I defeat him?"

Filipov: "Now, as the platoon leader, I order you to pee on his pants!"

Recruit Alexei was stunned: "What? Why?"

"I'll tell you why!" Filipov spoke while quietly reducing his support for the new recruit Alexey. "Our division commander, Major General Rokossov, is very brave, right? If you don't know how brave he is, Just ask the people in the tank army, ask the old guys from the 23rd Tank Army, they will tell you that because there are only two people in the BT tank turret, the general stands directly outside the vehicle when commanding them, commanding while braving the hail of bullets. Rooftop machine guns massacre the Prossens!”

Recruit Alexei showed a longing expression: "I've heard of it! But this and makes me pee..."

"Do you know what kind of person he is? Ask the veterans of the former Third Rear Amur Regiment. They all know it! Before the war started, the general was a coward, and no one wanted to follow him to the front line. Then the war started, The general was so frightened that he lost his temper as soon as Proson's tank shot over!"

The new recruit Alexei was even more surprised: "I know...but doesn't this prevent him from being a brave and fearless general now?"

"Don't you understand?" Filipov said, "With that pee, the general pissed away his timid self in the past! This is called knowing one's shame and then becoming brave! You are also a coward now, but you killed one Enemy! Just be like the general!"

Filipov pointed at the enemy: "Pee! In his pants! What are you hesitating about? You were about to pee your own pants just now, weren't you?"

Recruit Alexei squeezed out one word: "Yes."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

Recruit Alexey gritted his teeth and struck the enemy.

After he finished, Filipov pulled away and asked, "Do you still have a stomachache now?"

"Eh? This..."

Filipov: "Look at your feet. Are they still soft?"

"It's true! I...I feel really brave!"

The others looked at each other.

"Wait a minute, I remembered," someone shouted, "I killed this enemy! He is mine!"

"Pull you down. This was obviously shot by a machine gun. How can your Tokarev hit such a big eye? I think this thing here was caused by my urine. It was shot by me. I want to kill him!"

"Then let me do this!"

At this time, the company's priest finally came, and frowned at the scene in front of him: "Wait a minute! What are you doing?"

He covered his nose when he spoke because it was so naughty.

Filipov: "We are performing a ceremony to embolden new recruits!"

The priest looked at the enemy's corpse and understood.

Priest: "You... collect the weapons first and then pee. Who will use these dirty weapons now? Whoever peeed collected them, cleaned them, and used them! Do you understand? Get moving now!"

That night, the chaplain of the 1st Company, 1st Battalion, 31st Guards Regiment wrote in his diary: "I originally thought that the rumors about the general's dark history would weaken the cohesion of our unit, but now it seems that I was completely unreasonable. In fact, these dark history History has a wonderful way of (crossing out) bullshit that enhances the general’s prestige, which is well worth studying in depth.”

I promise this is the last diaper gag (seriously)