Arc of Gunfire

A few seconds later, Filippov had used up all the bullets in his gun, so he shouted "Reload", stepped back and began to change the magazine.

At this time, he heard heavy footsteps, and as soon as he looked up, a tall Proson combat engineer rushed out of the fog, waving a mace and rushing towards him.

Filippov raised his rifle and barely blocked the blow.

The powerful impact directly bent the barrel as thick as a thread cutter. Although the gun had absorbed a lot of impact, Filippov was still pressed to half kneel by the remaining impact.

He thought it was bad, and he might be glorious, so he subconsciously wanted to take the glorious bullet, but as soon as he held the grenade, the enemy's body tilted to the side and knelt directly on the ground, motionless.

The mace also slipped from the bent gun and fell into the weeds.

Filipov, who was still in shock, found that the enemy's breastplate was dripping with blood. It seemed that he had been seriously injured for a long time. He relied on willpower and the last breath of light to give Filipov a hammer.

At this moment, the contempt for the enemy that had just sprouted in Filipov's mind was wiped out - this contempt has become the mainstream in the army with the recent successes, as if as long as they are led by General Rokossov, they will soon be able to attack Prosinia.

The priests accompanying the army repeatedly educated the soldiers, trying to extinguish this contempt, but with little effect.

Now at least Filipov himself will no longer despise any Prosin people, but regard them as deadly opponents.

Filipov picked up the fallen helmet and brought it back to the enemy's head, as if the motionless body kneeling on the ground was a tombstone. When the Ants buried their comrades, they would insert a wooden stick like this and cover the helmet on it.

After doing all this, Filippov checked the bent rifle, put it on his back helplessly, and bent down to pick up the mace.

At this time, the surroundings were full of fighting sounds and the howling of both sides.

Filippov identified the direction and rushed into the thick fog. Soon he saw an ordinary Proson soldier with an engineer shovel in his hand.

Both of them were stunned when they saw each other, and then swung their weapons at the same time-

The engineer shovel flew out, and the mace hit the Proson man's arm firmly.

The Proson man howled with the crisp sound of broken bones.

Filippov pulled back the mace, swung it and hit the Proson man's head, breaking the opposite neck directly.

"Misha! Grishka! Anyone in the third row, come closer to me! Come closer to me!"

He shouted, and rushed towards the nearest fighting sound, and soon found a Proson man riding on the Ante soldier.

After class, the back of the Proson man was deformed, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth.

Filippov took back the mace, kicked the half-dead enemy soldier away, and pulled the man on the ground up: "Griska, what happened to you? You were ridden by the Proson man! You are obviously taller than the enemy!"

Griska cursed: "He attacked me!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and fired a short burst at the enemy soldier who was still struggling.

"Damn it!" Grishka spit at the enemy and emphasized again loudly, "He attacked me!"

"Stop yelling!" While speaking, Filippov suddenly found something on the ground, and immediately squatted down to check, and pulled up a line.

Filippov: "Telephone line!"

He took out a small compass and looked at the direction, then pointed forward: "This is to the rear of the enemy's position. We will follow the line to take down the enemy's headquarters!"

Grishka: "Are you sure? Just the two of us?"

Filippov: "What are you afraid of? The enemy can't see how many people there are! Let's go!"

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Yeisk, the headquarters of the First Mobile Army of the Ante Army.

Popov: "Rokosov, do you have to walk back and forth for dozens of kilometers every time you attack?"

Pavlov: "He can't resist the urge to charge. If the two of us don't stop him, he can command the small tank to rush to Proshenya."

Wang Zhong: "Humph, wait, one day I will personally command the tanks to drive into Proshenya, and I will also personally order the artillery to blow up the portrait of Emperor Proshen."

Popov and Pavlov both laughed.

At this time, someone shouted on the radio: "We have contacted the assault troops."

Wang Zhong hurriedly switched his vision and saw that a small area at the front of the battle line was bright.

It was bright, but each soldier could only see his surroundings. Wang Zhong looked down and felt like he was looking at a piece of cheese full of holes.

The intelligence that could be obtained in this situation was extremely limited, but Wang Zhong still noticed the squad at the front.

The squad had only five people, and the officer leading them was called "Filipov".

——Isn't this Vasily's good friend?

He helped Vasily when he sorted out "The Holy War", so his name appeared on the score together with Vasily's name.

Wang Zhong stared at Filipov and watched their five-man team knock down several waves of enemies in a row.

For some reason, Filipov didn't hold a gun, but a mace.

Wang Zhong also saw him share the thread cutter magazine on his body with others.

Could it be that the rifle was broken?

Wang Zhong took a closer look and found that the Filippov team seemed to be following something on the ground, like a line?

Good fellow, following the telephone line to find the enemy headquarters! But with just so few people, can you beat the guards of the headquarters?

Wang Zhong was really worried about this group of brave soldiers.

Suddenly, the team ran into two signalmen carrying equipment, who seemed to be repairing the telephone lines.

In just one encounter, the signalman Proson was knocked to the ground.

Filippov smashed the heads of the two signalmen with a mace that he didn't know where he came from.

Wang Zhong was about to continue watching when Pavlov's voice interrupted him: "Hey! If you have any orders, please send them to the attacking troops as soon as possible! I don't know how long the communication can last!"

"Just say that we should maintain the original plan, defeat the enemy's outer positions, clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible, and retreat to the ambush position." Wang Zhong said while switching the view back to look at Pavlov.

Pavlov picked up the headset and microphone of the radio station and repeated what Wang Zhong had just said to the other end.

Popov: "The attack went so smoothly, can we expand the results?"

Wang Zhong: "We don't know how many enemies there are on the other side of the fog. It's better to be cautious at this time. Strategically despise the enemy, but tactically pay attention to it."

Popov: "I have no objection, after all, I am not the military commander. But if the enemy is worse than we thought, and the armored counterattack is delayed, will it affect the morale of the ambushing troops?"

Wang Zhong stepped forward and patted Popov on the shoulder: "Don't we have you? I believe you can boost the morale of the whole army!"

"I don't have such a strong appeal as you." Popov said, "but I will Try your best. If you can't do it, I can only let you go to the front to give a speech. "

Pavlov raised his head when he heard this: "If he goes to the front, do you think he can come back? At that time, I will have to make the final decision on everything!"

Wang Zhong: "Just make the final decision. Maybe you can transfer from the staff post to the command post and command a front in the future! Then you can fight against another chief of staff!"

Pavlov shook his head: "I am different from you. I have reached the age where I can recognize the limits of my ability. I am suitable to be the chief of staff."

Wang Zhong wanted to say "Give it a try", but Pavlov's expression made him give up the idea. Pavlov is over 40 years old. According to the old saying of Seres, he has reached the age of forty.

Wang Zhong is still a young boy. Although his military rank is higher than Pavlov, it always feels wrong to impart the wisdom of life to an old man in his forties.

After all, Wang Zhong before crossing was not as old as Pavlov, and he had eaten less salt than he had eaten rice.

At this time, a telegraph operator came over from the radio station: "Report! Urgent telegram from the front!"

Wang Zhong took the telegram and read it out directly: "The front headquarters is eager to know your opinion on increasing the pressure on the enemy and sharing the pressure on the Borsk Front. The signature is General Gorky."

Pavlov: "Tell the front that we are going to make fake tanks?"

Wang Zhong: "No, it might leak the secret, just tell General Gorky directly, we already have a good plan, no need - no, the front needs to be coordinated Mobilize reserve forces and additional supply support. "

Pavlov asked with a puzzled look: "What does this mean?"

Popov smiled and said: "Isn't it obvious? It's deceiving the enemy. If troops and supplies are concentrated on our side, will it drive the supply and military stations along the line to work together? It will look more real when the Proson people conduct reconnaissance."

Wang Zhong nodded: "That's right. If General Gorky really wants to know what we are doing here, he will take the P-2 bomber here."

On Earth, the Russians often use the P-2 bomber as a tool for generals to move on the battlefield. This thing can take off and land everywhere, which is very convenient. Even if there is a mechanical failure, it can mostly make an emergency landing.

Pavlov: "Okay, draft the telegram like this!"

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At the same time, Filippov led the team forward in the fog.

Suddenly, he heard voices in front of him.

It seemed that the Proson people were shouting something. Filippov's Proson language was not as good as Vasily's, so he didn't hear it clearly for a while, but he guessed it might be "speak louder."

It looks like this is the enemy's headquarters - as for what level of headquarters it is, it is really hard to see in the fog.

Filipov turned around and said to the four members of the team: "Our target is in front. We will split up and try to sneak in. Those who don't sneak in will beat the Proson people on the spot to attract attention. Those who sneak in will try to control the enemy commander and make him give the order to surrender!"

Misha: "We don't speak Proson language!"

Filipov: "Then try to capture as many people as possible. We are fighting here, and people in the fog around us will come over. Remember to prevent accidental injuries. That's it, action!"