Arc of Gunfire

Kashukh: "January 7th, if we start the offensive now, there are less than two months left. We are still about 70 kilometers away from the center of Prosinia, and one-third of the distance is a highly urbanized area.

"These days, the staff of my headquarters have nothing to do. I asked the chief of staff to organize them to do war simulations. The conclusion is that we will have to linger in this forest of reinforced concrete for at least 30 days."

Wang Zhong: "Your staff calculated based on the intensity of our resistance in Abavakhan."

Kashukh: "From the enemy data we seized, they are prepared to resist with this intensity."

Wang Zhong: "This requires extremely high morale, and our attack on the enemy's morale begins today."

Everyone looked at each other.

Marshal Gorky looked the most surprised: "There is such a plan? I didn't see any plan?"

Wang Zhong: "Because we reported it under the name of "Enemy Territory Propaganda Plan", it looks like an ordinary propaganda plan."

Marshal Gorky: "Oh... I have an impression of this plan. I remember that it was aimed at the general public in Proshen, exposing their atrocities in occupied countries such as Ante, and emphasizing that the Allies were waging a just war? Can this destroy the enemy's will to resist? "

Wang Zhong: "Of course not, but it would be fine if you add all kinds of weird things. For example, every Ante soldier is guarded by their relatives who have gone to heaven. "

Marshal Gorky opened his mouth wide: "Will this work for the Proshen people? Don't they advocate atheism? What about replacing God's grace with the light of technology?"

"This is a concept that has been promoted with all our strength in the past ten years. The audience is mainly young adult men in Proshen, and our target this time is children, the elderly and women in Proshen." Wang Zhong said, "and those veterans who have seen all kinds of weird things on the battlefield. We found that the enemy's morale support point is the veterans, as long as these veterans collapse, they will collapse. "

Kirienko nodded: "Just like what happened in the collapse of Melania's capital. ”

This is the name given by the Ante officials to the collapse of Proson after Wang Zhong’s personal assault.

Marshal Gorky: “Will it really work?”

“I don’t know. But it’s worth a try. We will do both. The progress made in our infiltration tactics will complement the effect of the propaganda war.

“In order to further cooperate with the propaganda war, I require you to wear medals and decorate your weapons when launching local attacks. The troops with heroic titles should hold high the military flag.”

Wang Zhong stopped, walked to the chest of drawers next to the map, and took out a few decorations from the top drawer.

“This is the shoulder armor we rushed to make. It has no use except for decoration-of course, you can make a shoulder collision in hand-to-hand combat, but we don’t encourage it.

“The angel wings on the shoulder armor represent the protection you have obtained, and the rose seal on the shoulder armor is the holy word of St. Andrew.

“Generally speaking, we need to cover our tracks as much as possible on the battlefield, so our uniforms have always been khaki, and the Proson people have also changed their gray uniforms to camouflage uniforms.

“But sometimes, not using protective colors has its value. That is to shock the enemy! Especially to shock young children and superstitious old people.

"And the frightened veterans."

Kashukh looked at the shoulder armor in Wang Zhong's hand and commented: "It doesn't look like something to be equipped for regular field troops. It is very suitable for Christmas parades."

Wang Zhong: "Yes, we have to turn the attack into a parade to scare the enemy away."

Kirienko: "Even if we succeed in eroding the enemy's position, defense will consume manpower and resources."

Wang Zhong: "No, given the enemy's current situation, we don't think they can launch an attack to take back their positions. Their main force is the People's Self-Defense Force, and these mobs can't organize an attack at all.

"Their armored forces have been exhausted. Half a year ago, our armored soldiers reported that the enemy's quality has dropped drastically.

"They can't possibly take back the positions we've eroded, and we'll prove that today."

Marshal Gorky: "Didn't I know we were going to attack today?"

Wang Zhong: "It's just a regimental-level infiltration operation, and there's no need to report it to the headquarters and the military command office, but this operation will prove that the enemy is now a lamb to be slaughtered. Let's wait and see."

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Filipov looked at his men in formation: "Damn, it feels like we're going to participate in the victory parade."

Vassily: "That's about it. If my assumption is correct, your troops will cross the river in a swagger when the bombardment begins.

"The enemy's indirect firepower that can blast the ice on the other side of the river has been killed by the infiltration troops. In order to save ammunition, our bombardment will only continue until your troops reach the enemy's position.

"The rocket launcher will open fire when you are two-thirds of the way there, and will suppress the enemy to the maximum extent before you rush to the position."

Filipov: "Damn it, your plan is too fantastic. I want to charge with my soldiers."

Vassily: "No, you are already the head of the regiment. You and I will watch the execution of the plan here. Don't worry, I think it will work this time."

Filipov: "Is it okay for you to stay here? Isn't there another plan to be implemented? You said."

"Well, at this stage, it's just to drop leaflets and hand it over to the Air Force's Pe 8 bombers."

As soon as Vasily finished speaking, the shells passed over their heads.

"Here we go!" Vasily patted Filipov on the shoulder.

Filipov: "Let's go!"

The "special vehicle" assigned to Filippov's regiment immediately started the large loudspeaker it carried and began to play Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny.

Filipov: "Why Beethoven?"

“I chose a majestic piece, including Beethoven’s “Ride of the Valkyrie” by Wagner, but the latter easily reminded the Proscenians of their Asgardian Knights, so I gave up.

"It was originally planned to be placed on a tank, but not every penetration attack can use a tank. It is just right to put it on a truck. The engine of the truck drives a generator that can support playback."

Filipov looked at the infantry regiments that began to advance to the music, each infantryman wearing a new shoulder decoration.

"Look at them," Filipov said. "Everyone is rushing forward, as if if they slow down a little, the war will be over, they run away. But just three years ago, we went to the battlefield with the determination to die. ”

Vasily: "Yes, the priest who led the group at that time still shouted: Filipov sings one. Now the priest has been sacrificed for two years, and there are only about ten classmates left alive at the same time."

Filipov: “It’s finally fucking over, I wanted to personally lead the night infiltration countless times, just to put my boots on the enemy’s soil, but the regimental chaplain and staff stopped me.

"If your plan is to come true this time, I will move the regiment headquarters to the other side of the river as soon as possible!"

Vasily: "Of course you can pass, we will all pass."

While he was talking, the skirmisher line had advanced to one-third of the Oder River, and the trucks carrying the trumpets also began to advance, following the infantry.

On the enemy's position across the river, there were giant trees everywhere filled with smoke and dust caused by artillery shells.

Filipov picked up the telescope and looked at the opposite side: "It seems that no one is moving at all, and there is no artillery bombardment to block our attack. The enemy has learned from our counter-fire preparations since the second year of the war, but this time there is no one at all. "

Vasily was full of confidence: "I said, this is an armed parade, and the rocket launchers will start to speak later."

As soon as they finished speaking, the unique whistling sound of the rocket launcher came from behind the two of them.

Even though both of them were veterans, they still shrank their necks together.

Across the river it was even more lively.

Among the skirmishers advancing on the ice, someone visibly quickened their pace.

After the rocket bombardment ended, Vasily also picked up the telescope and looked across the way with Filipov.

Vasily: "No one entered the position."

"Yes," Filipov adjusted the knob of the telescope. "Is it because the trench was dug so poorly that it was almost completely blown up by one bombardment?"

By this time the skirmishing lines had climbed up the river bank, our artillery fire had almost completely stopped, and the Prossen position was still quiet.

Vasily held up the telescope and almost pressed the eyepiece into his eye socket: "Not even a firing machine gun?"

The grass-roots squads of Prossen's army are organized around machine guns. The core of a squad is the machine gun. The squad leader must always stay with the machine gun and command the machine gun. As for the other nine riflemen, it is equivalent to sending them.

Therefore, it was very strange that not a single machine gun opened fire on the Proson position that was under attack.

Filipov: "They were all knocked unconscious?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a machine gun opened fire.

The sound of ripping a canvas could not be heard across the river, but the lines of fire formed by tracer bullets were clearly visible.

The skirmisher line that had crossed the river also reacted immediately. The moment the machine gun rang out, the skirmisher line started running. When they saw that they had become the target of strafing, they all fell down.

But then, the person who was lying down stood up.

Filipov also discovered it: "The machine gun's scale is set high, and this thing can't hit anyone. It seems that the shooter hasn't noticed it yet."

However, the shooter has no chance to correct his mistake.

The recoilless gun team opened fire, and the machine gun bunker was blown away along with the camouflage cover on top.

Vasily: "Only one machine gun fired, and no PAK38 anti-tank gun was seen."

The Prossens have long been equipped with PAK40 anti-tank guns, but the number has never been enough to cover the entire army, so they still mass-produce the PAK38, which is small in size and low in power.

Even Stypunk trucks equipped with loudspeakers drove across the river and onto the beach.

Ant infantry had already rushed to the trench, and only then did the enemy infantry start shooting sporadically.

But veteran Ant's accurate grenades kept throwing into the trenches, and the resistance was dissipating like dewdrops in the sun.

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Vasily even saw a squad of Prosin infantry surrender directly to the first Ant infantry to arrive in the trenches.

Filipov suddenly put down his telescope and cursed: "Damn it, why did Prosen's troops become like this? Where is the powerful army that we tried our best to defeat?"

Vasily: "Maybe around Coburg."

Filipov: "I want to go over and see the situation in person, will you come?"

"Of course, I want to confirm my suspicion!"

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At 1630 hours on November 10, Lucki, a small town on the Oder River, is 71 kilometers away from the center of Prosennia.

Outside the town, an old lady from Prosen, nearly ninety years old, was struggling to cut up a dead cow on the roadside with a knife.

Her three-year-old grandson was playing with cow dung on the road next to it—possibly the last poop the cow pooped before it was killed.

Suddenly, Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny was heard in the distance.

The old man stopped fighting with the cow's fascia and looked up in the direction of the music.

She saw the Ant skirmish line emerging.

The three-year-old grandson stood up, used the shit-stained stick in his hand as a gun, and "fired" at the Ant skirmisher line in the distance.

The old man grabbed the stick, broke it and threw it aside, and then pulled the child behind his body.

The child burst into tears.

The old lady shouted: "Do you see the people in the distance? Those are Rokosov's troops!"

The child immediately closed his mouth, gritted his teeth, and burst into tears, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

The symphony of destiny became louder and louder. Ant soldiers passed by the cow carcass, and everyone looked at the half-cut cow fascia.

Suddenly, an Ant soldier took out a can from his pocket, opened it with a bayonet, and placed it at the old lady's feet.

The old lady quickly thanked you in Prosen language: "Thank you... thank you!"

At this time, a jeep stopped in front of the old lady. Officer Ant, who seemed to have a high military rank in the car, asked in Plosin: "Madam, are there any regular Plosin troops in the town?"

Old lady: "Yes! It's in the mayor's mansion and the town government office building, and maybe there's also a post office."

The officer asked curiously: "Is it okay to show us the way like this? We are enemies, aren't we?"

Old lady: "Look at how hungry my grandson is. I also have a younger grandson who is at the age of breastfeeding. As a result, they took his mother to join the People's Self-Defense Force.

"I can't find milk and milk powder, and my little grandson is starving to death. While you are fighting them, can you be kind and let my daughter-in-law come back? At least she can milk other people's families. child……"

The officer nodded, took out another sausage from his pocket and put it into the old lady's hand: "Don't eat that dead cow. After we liberate this place, the church will follow up soon and distribute food to you."

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After Vasily returned to the jeep, Filipov asked: "Is it true that the church is following up on the distribution of food?"

"Really, this is a gentle plan to end the war as soon as possible. Just now we have a bumper domestic food harvest, and sausage production has reached a new high."

Filipov asked again: "Then are you really planning to find the old lady's daughter-in-law?"

Vasily: "I don't know. Maybe she tried to resist and we beat her to death."

At this time, the sound of machine gunfire was heard in the town.

Then there was an explosion, and the machine gun immediately misfired. There were sporadic rifle shots, but there was no sound of counterattack.

Probably because Filippov's regiment was equipped with thread-cutting machines, and the sound was very quiet when counterattacking.

Filipov: "Go into the city and see what's going on!"

The driver responded and stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep followed the infantrymen running into the city and got into the city.

The town is not big, and the jeep drove to the central square in no time.

Vasily: "Okay, it looks like the town government, the mayor's house and the post office are all here."

He fired the Deshka anti-aircraft machine gun on the jeep and fired a series of shots at the second floor of the resisting town government. The battlefield immediately fell silent.

Soon, a pot-bellied Clerk Prosen opened the door of the town government holding a white flag and walked out cautiously.

"We surrender!" he said in broken Antese.

Vasily: "Okay, let them put down their weapons and come out with their hands raised. Don't play tricks. As long as one person plays tricks, we will kill everyone."

"This is an order from Marshal Rokossov."

Clerk Prosen turned around and shouted something into the room, and the members of the Self-Defense Forces and the Prosen Defense Forces with their hands raised walked out of the room one after another.

Vasily asked the clerk: "Who are the people who force children and women to join the Self-Defense Forces?"

Clerk: "I'll identify them one by one! Leave it to me!"

He didn't even ask Vasily what he wanted to do to these people.

Soon, the clerk pointed at Colonel Proson who had just left the house: "Him! He led people to arrest my wife and my father!"

Vasily: "Catch him! Yes, the colonel!"

Two Guardsmen immediately took the colonel out of the surrendered people and took him to the open space in front of the post office.

The clerk shouted again: "And him! He is the head of the military police! He organized the Boy Scouts!"

This time Vasily only snapped his fingers, and the head of the military police was summoned to stand with the colonel.

In this way, six or seven more people were gathered out one after another and stood in a row in front of the post office.

Clerk: "That's them!"

Vasily: "You have committed crimes against humanity, and I sentence you to death, to be executed immediately."

The Guards soldiers who had been prepared opened fire one after another, and the bullets beat these bastards into sieves.

Vasily then picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted to the other end: "White Wolf, White Wolf, everything goes well with the sausage-slicing strategy, repeat, everything goes well!"