Arc of Gunfire

But Wang Zhong soon became unhappy.

He discovered that in addition to organizing troops with machine guns as the core like the German army, the Prosen army also had a characteristic that only the German army had in the mid-term: they were widely equipped with rifle grenades.

In real history, the German army only began to equip a large number of rifle grenades in the mid to late 42nd century. When Barbarossa first started, the German squads generally only had grenades.

The Proson Army is probably all veterans, and they are very good at using rifle grenades. Once their machine gun fire points are discovered, they will quickly eat rifle grenades.

Although in Wang Zhong's opinion, these rifle grenades may not be effective in killing machine gun groups. After all, the machine guns are all in the building and the positions are very tricky. However, it is impossible not to move after receiving the rifle grenades. If you move, there will be a gap in firepower.

Of course, the enemy did not have Wang Zhong's overlooking perspective, so it was a difficult problem to figure out where the machine gun was, but they forcibly solved this problem by relying on their combat experience and numbers.

And the enemy is obviously very familiar with this kind of urban meat grinding that combines infantry and tanks. The infantry scouts the way for the tanks in front, throwing grenades to clean up rooms one by one, while the tanks send machine gun positions into the sky one after another.

Although the enemy fought for a long time and paid the price of six tanks and hundreds of casualties, the third rear Amur regiment also lost the lives of three heavy machine guns and dozens of bombardiers.

Although only seven or eight buildings on the west side of the village have been captured by the Prosen army, Wang Zhong has already seen from the bird's eye view that if this continues, it will only be a matter of time before Penier falls.

The only good thing is that the third rear Amur regiment has high morale. Despite suffering huge losses, it is still bravely fighting the enemy house by house.

Wang Zhong knew that if he wanted to change the situation of the battle, he could only destroy all the enemy's tanks. Once the tanks were knocked out, the half-tracks accompanied by the infantry's unbridled use of machine gun fire would not be able to pose a threat.

But now four enemy tanks have blocked the two main roads on the west side of the village. The firepower points on both sides of the road no longer dare to fire. Once they fire, they will eat the tank guns.

The enemy was advancing along the main road and was about to reach the church and mechanical mill in the center of the town.

Wang Zhong saw that in Mr. Boyer's three-story manor to the north of the church, there was still the last unfired heavy machine gun on guard. Presumably, the enemy infantry would be killed in large numbers the moment they entered the open space in front of the church.

Moreover, the heavy machine gun position chosen by Yegorov was very tricky. To hit this machine gun, the enemy tanks had to drive into the open space directly in front of the church.

But the problem is that Yegorov has no anti-tank firepower.

Brother Yezemenko's Divine Arrow team originally wanted to retreat to the manor after their line of sight was blocked. However, they did not move in time and did not have time to cross the road on the northwest side of the village. Now they are blocked in a two-story building on the road. inside.

Unfortunately, the house only had windows on the north and south sides, and Yetsemenko's team did not have a good view of the enemy tanks on the street.

The enemy's infantry had advanced to about fifty meters away from them.

If you can't count on divine arrows, you can only rely on Molotov cocktails.

However, the enemy came too quickly, and only the initially produced Molotov cocktails were delivered to the bombardiers on the second floor on the west side of the village.

A large number of Molotov cocktails made later are now piled up in the winery, and they can only be carried forward bit by bit by human flesh. Whether they can be delivered to the right place or whether they can be used later is still questionable.

The enemy already knows the tactics here, and now the tanks will not advance unless the infantry controls the buildings on both sides.

We must find a way to kill the enemy's remaining four tanks.

Wang Zhong looked at the last T28 tank parked in the winery.

But this guy with thin skin and big stuffing will probably be sent to heaven once he appears in front of the enemy!

Wang Zhong looked down at the battlefield and was in trouble.

He had a severe fever at this time and felt top-heavy, as if he could ascend to heaven at any time.

Otherwise, just give up?

He had already played well, but now he was so ill that he passed out and no one would say anything.

With my eyes closed, even if the flood is raging, it has nothing to do with me - isn't this a very suitable way to ruin young people?

Perhaps because of this idea, Wang Zhong's consciousness became more and more blurred. In a trance, he saw two Proson soldiers discovering a local hiding in the cellar in a house in the west of the village.

Wang Zhong knew these locals, they were the family who refused his advice when they first entered the village. I remember that the landlady next door said that the old lady with her grandson was called Ilinichna.

Old lady Ilinichna hugged her grandson tightly and protected him with her old body.

Her son and daughter-in-law were also there, and the four of them were trembling and huddled together.

The Ploson soldier looked at Ilinichna's son and asked something in Ploson, but the old lady could only shake her head and said, "We don't know that we are just ordinary people."

Suddenly, the Proson soldier shouted, stabbed the old lady's son to death with a bayonet, and then shouted in Ant language: "Desert!"

Another Prossen laughed and said: "Coward!"

The old lady's daughter-in-law was frightened and sat on the ground with her mouth wide open, while the old lady begged.

At this time, a sergeant entered the basement, looked down, and started to curse. While cursing, he raised his submachine gun and started shooting at the old lady and her family.

The daughter-in-law was knocked down directly. The old lady tried hard to protect her grandson, but fell down after being shot several times.

The last remaining child seemed to have no way to understand death. He looked blankly at his family members lying on the ground, and then at the muzzle of Sergeant Proson's submachine gun that was still smoking.

The sergeant went up and kicked the boy down with one foot, breaking his slender neck with one foot.

Wang Zhong was stimulated by the bloody scene and woke up all of a sudden.

Before they occupied the village, these beasts started slaughtering! What they wanted to do after occupying the village was unimaginable!

No! Wang Zhong hit his head hard and forced himself to wake up.

Because he knew that if there was any opportunity to turn the tables now, it would only be his plug-in.

He had to use the plug-in to destroy the remaining four enemy tanks.

He looked at the last T28 multi-turret tank with tactical number 422 still parked in the winery.

This thin-skinned and big-stuffed guy could not confront the enemy head-on at all. He had to find a way to go around the enemy's side or even behind it! He had to use the "golden finger" of the bird's-eye view!

Wang Zhong pulled the visual distance to the farthest and overlooked the entire battlefield.

He discovered one thing: the smoke from the enemy's mortars had not yet dissipated, so the tanks behind the enemy could not see the situation in the village.

In other words, if you leave the village now and make a big circle outside the village, the enemy's subsequent tanks will not be able to see it.

Give such an order to the 422 crew?

Considering the performance of the tank unit just now, the training and combat experience of the armored forces of the Ante Army are quite poor...

The grassroots soldiers are very courageous, but there is nothing else except courage.

The most important thing is that they have no bird's-eye view and don't know the enemy's position at all!

There is only one way to use this last tank to destroy the enemy's four tanks:

I will command this tank personally!

The moment this idea came into being, Wang Zhong switched back to the naked eye perspective.

The violent beating of his heart made Wang Zhong deeply experience what it meant to "the heart is about to break free from the restraints of the chest cavity" for the first time. The large amount of adrenaline secreted made him stand up suddenly, even though his hands and feet were weak.

Su Fang was stunned holding a handkerchief next to him.

As soon as Wang Zhong saw her, he grabbed her shoulders and stared at her.

"Uh... I'll wipe your sweat off. After all, I'm just a chanting monk. All I can do is..."

Wang Zhong: "As long as I'm alive, I won't let you be captured! Absolutely not!"

Yes, if I give up, not only will my soldiers die in battle, the civilians in the village will be slaughtered, and these lovely girls will also be insulted by the enemy!

How can I give up?

Wang Zhong's confused brain now has only one thought, fuck the Proson Japs, fuck you!

Su Fang was still confused: "Uh, did you recognize the wrong person... I'm not Miss Lyudmila..."

Wang Zhong left her and walked out in big strides.

In fact, at this time, his head was as heavy as a big-headed doll, but he relied on adrenaline to walk so vigorously.

Rushing out of the main workshop of the winery, Wang Zhong saw car No. 422 at a glance.

The car was parked in the safe winery wall, and not even a bullet flew past it, but the turret cover of the car was tightly closed.

Wang Zhong was so angry that he seemed to forget that he was having a high fever. He rushed onto the tank and knocked hard on the hatch: "Open the hatch! If you don't open the hatch, I will throw a Molotov cocktail!"

The commander of the 422 tank, a corporal whom Wang Zhong had met once, opened the hatch and stuck his head out: "Don't throw it!"

Wang Zhong: "Others are fighting bloody battles, and you are a reserve here and you are so cowardly!"

"I... I..."

Wang Zhong pulled off his headphones and microphone: "Get out!"

"Huh?"

Wang Zhong: "I told you to get out!"

The corporal hesitated: "Will I be shot? Deserters will be shot!"

Wang Zhong: "If you don't get out, you will be shot, get out!"

The corporal climbed out trembling, but still stood next to the turret and refused to leave: "I am not a deserter, it was you, Count, who asked me to come out..."

Wang Zhong kicked him down, climbed into the turret himself, and put on headphones.

The corporal lying on the ground shouted: "Here's your tank cap..."

Wang Zhong didn't bother to pay attention to him. His brain didn't have the spare time to think about too many things. He didn't think about all these things, such as the higher survival rate when hiding in the turret, and the bumps on the head if he didn't wear a tank cap when hiding in the turret.

He only had one thought now, to command this tank, to play a beautiful flanking, and to disintegrate the enemy's offensive.

After putting on the headphones, he found that his ears were so tinnitus that he couldn't hear what the members in the inner line were saying.

It is said that the internal equipment of early Soviet tanks was very backward, and the commander had to use a wrench to knock to give orders. I can only hope that the tanks in this time and space are a little more advanced.

Wang Zhong hit the headphones hard a few times, and hit his head a few times, but the tinnitus became worse.

After all, he has a high fever now, and adrenaline is secreted in large quantities, but the tinnitus is considered mild.

Wang Zhong didn't care, he shouted: "Instead of tinnitus, why don't you give me some war songs!"

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, the tinnitus really seems to have a little musical beat.

But Wang Zhong was so drowsy that he couldn't hear what song it was.

He didn't care and gave the order directly: "Forward! Go out!"

Outside the gate was the wreckage of Captain Lubokov's car, which could provide some cover.

Wang Zhong's order was carried out. The tank engine roared and slowly started to move forward.

The soldiers at the gate hurriedly opened the gate.

When the tank was halfway out of the gate, Wang Zhong gave the second order: "Turn left."

Turning left means going east, which looks like running away.

In fact, Wang Zhong went around the side.

The driver did not raise any objections, or maybe he did, but Wang Zhong could not hear it.

He had tinnitus - no, it was not tinnitus now, it was indistinguishable music.

In fact, he could not hear anything now, the sound of gunfire, the roar of the engine, the screams of the soldiers before their death, etc., were all drowned out by the tinnitus (music).

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Su Fang stood at the door and watched Count Rokossov riding in a tank and leaving all the way.

Someone exclaimed: "The Count ran away in a tank!"

Su Fang shouted loudly: "No! He didn't run away! He said that as long as he was alive, he would not let me...let us be captured! If you shake the morale of the army like this, I will shoot you!"

The man who shouted immediately stopped talking.

Su Fang looked out of the gate again, and at this time there was nothing left except the tracks of the tank.

Count Rokossov, can I really trust you?

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Wang Zhong: "Turn right!"

He couldn't hear the response, so he could only pat the top of the turret: "Turn right!"

The right track of the tank braked suddenly, and it turned right with a tail-swinging posture.

Wang Zhong was shaken so hard that his brain almost flew out.

At this time, he was still in the bird's-eye view mode, and he vomited continuously.

But this did not stop him from commanding: "Go along the stone wall, aim the main gun at the front of the vehicle, and load high-explosive shells!"

The order was perfectly executed. At this time, the tank just passed the southernmost wooden house in the village - probably a toilet - and the view suddenly became clear. A half-track vehicle of Proson stopped at the edge of the wheat field.

Wang Zhong: "Emergency stop! Emergency stop!"

The tank braked. Thanks to the long T28 tank, it didn't shake much when it stopped suddenly, otherwise Wang Zhong would probably fly out.

The Proson people near the half-track were shocked. The machine gunner on the car was firing at the village with a machine gun. Seeing the tank, he quickly turned the muzzle.

"Target. Half-track, fire!"

The smoke from the muzzle blocked Wang Zhong's vision. It was only a 45mm cannon, but it made a lot of noise when it fired.

The front half of the half-track was blown up, and the surrounding Proson soldiers immediately fell to the ground like bowling pins.

The machine guns on the two small turrets in front of the T28 fired a burst of shots, and in a blink of an eye, no one could stand up.

Wang Zhong felt a little weak in his feet at this time, so he simply sat on the edge of the hatch and leaned sideways to hold the hatch cover: "Keep going!"

At this time, Wang Zhong finally heard clearly what the noisy music in his ears was - in fact, he was finally delirious and hallucinating, mistaking the physiological tinnitus for music.

He clearly heard a voice singing in his ear:

Listen to the battle horn sounding the alarm/Put on your uniforms and pick up your weapons/Youth League members gather together/Set off on the journey and unite to defend the country!

Wang Zhong nodded to the rhythm of the song, and did not forget to give orders: "Turn the vehicle right 30 degrees, turn the turret right 90 degrees, and load armor-piercing shells!"

As the tank turned, the machine gun on the front turret kept firing tracer bullets, like the scythe of the god of death harvesting all the Prosen people.

Wang Zhong even had time to pay attention to the distance and make sure that the smoke blocked the enemy's tanks behind.

Car No. 422 rushed all the way and surrounded the village entrance in the southwest.

"Turn right, stop when you rush to the main road!"

Wang Zhong's order was executed exactly.

After a short shake, Wang Zhong confirmed the back of the enemy's two tanks with his naked eyes.

"The tank on the left of the target, fire!"

The shock wave of the artillery shooting made all the dust on the surrounding ground fly up.

There was a hole on the back of the target's head immediately, but it was not obvious from the naked eye that the tank was destroyed.

But Wang Zhong could see clearly from his bird's-eye view that the three people in the target's turret were all destroyed.

Wang Zhong: "Load the armor-piercing shells! Switch the target and aim at the tank on the right!"

When the turret was rotating, the song in Wang Zhong's ear just reached the chorus, so he hummed along: "Goodbye, dear mother, please kiss your son goodbye~"

At this time, the enemy infantry discovered the tank behind, so a brave corporal rushed onto the tank and knocked on the tank's hatch with his hands.

The coaxial machine gun opened fire, and the corporal was shot into a sieve, but the tracer bullet also exposed the direction of the machine gun fire, and the enemy tank began to rotate the turret!

Wang Zhong shouted: "Fire!"

In fact, he didn't know whether the loading was completed or not, and he couldn't hear it.

But the moment he shouted, the cannon responded to him.

The armor-piercing shell hit the target, and the rotating turret stopped immediately. The next moment, the enemy tanker climbed out of the tank.

The coaxial machine gun immediately took away their souls without courtesy.

At this time, Wang Zhong found through a bird's-eye view that two tanks on another street suddenly stopped attacking the defending infantry.

One tank started to turn around on the spot, and the other seemed to be trying to get in from the side alley.

It should be the radio, the second destroyed tank told the teammates through the radio that it was bypassed.

Wang Zhong smiled, fighting a street battle with the person who opened the map?

He immediately gave the order to let the tank drive into the alley next to it.

While moving, he continued to hum along with the voice in his ear:

Goodbye, mother, don't be sad, don't be sad, wish us a safe journey~

When singing the second chorus, Wang Zhong commanded the tank to go around the side of the enemy's No. 188 vehicle, accompanied by a "fire", the enemy's vehicle body ammunition exploded, and the turret flew high.

There was only one left!

That one went back to the northwest of the village along the way they came, intending to outflank Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong's response was simple, just let the tank drive onto the street, turn the gun barrel to the southwest, and wait for it to appear.

While waiting, the tank's machine gun harvested the Proson soldiers on the street.

Wang Zhong just hummed:

Goodbye, dear hometown, the star of victory will shine on us~

The last tank appeared, and without waiting for Wang Zhong's order, the gunner stepped on the firing pedal, and the armor-piercing shell hit the center of the tank body.

The target almost immediately burned, and the Proson tanker got out of the hatch with fire all over his body, and fell to the ground and rolled desperately.

Wang Zhong personally took up the machine gun on the top of the tank turret and fired at the enemy tankers, singing as he fired: "Goodbye, mother, don't be sad, don't be sad, wish us a safe journey! Ura!"

The deafening sound of Ura came from the streets and alleys, and the infantry of the 3rd Amur Regiment rushed out like a tide, killing the enemy who had lost the cover of the tanks.

Wang Zhong proudly announced: "Victory!!!"

Then he seemed to have burned out the last bit of his vitality and fainted.