Arc of Gunfire

On the Plossen Army side.

Major Schlieffen stood up cursing: "Didn't the Air Force say that the Ante Air Force was finished? Then are we being attacked by our own Air Force?"

Major Franz also got up, took out a handkerchief to wipe the coffee on his uniform, and echoed: "Don't believe a word the Air Force says. It is said that Grand Duke Meyer embezzled the Air Force's funds to repair his castle."

It seems that the old officers from the Junker aristocracy and the emerging juniors have reached a consensus: the Air Force cannot be trusted.

Major Schlieffen turned around and shouted, "Adjutant, report the losses."

The adjutant came over and saluted: "A total of 21 dead, 49 injured, and seven trucks destroyed."

Shrifen cursed: "Damn Air Force, I lost two platoons just like that! Two platoons!"

Major Franz: "This hatred should be attributed to the other side, right? Fortunately, we received the support of a whole battalion of combat engineers last night. The combat engineers were effective yesterday. If we put more engineers in today, we should be able to take it down."

"I hope so." Major Schlieffen looked at the sky, as if worried that the plane that just attacked would come back to surprise him, "But with such an opening this morning, I have a bad feeling. Did the observation post last night find anything unusual in the village?"

The adjutant immediately reported: "The sentry heard the sound of an engine in the village last night."

Shrifen frowned: "Our opponent is very cunning. Maybe the engine sound is his trick. Didn't the person who shot at the No. 422 yesterday say that he hit No. 422?"

At this time, the chief of staff also came over and answered on behalf of the adjutant: "Yes, the gunner believes that at least one shot hit the enemy. But the enemy can still fight back, and it is estimated that no vital damage was done."

Schlieffen pursed his lips, stood up and observed the village in the distance for a moment before whispering: "The engine sound last night might be a hoax. In fact, their tanks have lost their combat capability. They deliberately used the engine sound to scare us so that we dare not send tanks into the village to fight the enemy."

At this time, Hoffman, the captain of the 170 crew, came to the top of the mountain, put his heels together, and shouted loudly: "Report!"

Schlieffen: "At ease, talk."

Hoffman: "I ask to participate in today's attack. I want to fight the enemy's No. 422 one-on-one!"

"Asshole! War is not a knight's competition!" Schlieffen cursed, "We are enemies, life-and-death opponents! You will suffer if you don't realize this!"

"I promise to destroy No. 422. The Ants' tanks are too backward. They just won by chance because of a trick. I will never let them succeed again!" Hoffman said confidently.

Schlieffen stared at him for a few seconds, then patted his shoulder: "Very good, then your company will accompany the infantry to attack this morning."

He turned to Major Fritz: "Hoffman is our best tanker, and his company is our most elite company. I have always regarded him as a reserve."

Fritz extended his hand: "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Captain Hoffman."

Hoffman hurriedly shook Fritz's hand.

Although the young emperor now deliberately promoted young people who accepted new technologies to confront the old officer corps, the grassroots soldiers didn't care about this and still respected these old-school Junker noble officers.

Especially Fritz, who was very strict and in line with everyone's imagination of the old officer corps.

Schlieffen: "Prepare to attack. We have been delayed for 24 hours. If the heavy artillery regiment stuck in the traffic behind us comes up, then we have run so fast in vain!"

Fritz said: "The heavy artillery regiment should be coming up soon. We have been stuck here for 24 hours. Let's just wait for the heavy artillery to come up, which can reduce casualties."

"No!" Schlieffen raised his voice, "In Carolingian, we relied on tanks and Stukas to attack continuously, and finally drove the United Kingdom troops into the sea! Heavy artillery is not necessary, this is modern warfare!"

Fritz shut up.

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Wang Zhong watched the enemy complete their formation, and shouted loudly to the people under the water tower: "Hide! The enemy is about to start artillery preparation!"

As soon as the voice fell, the first round of artillery fell.

After confirming that there was nothing unusual about the enemy's deployment, Wang Zhong walked down the water tower leisurely in the rumbling of artillery and entered the manager's office of the winery.

The winery is the only concrete building in the town, and the grenades of the 75 infantry guns can do nothing about it.

Of course, the shells coming in through the window can still kill people in the house, but the enemy's firepower coverage is curved, and the angle of incidence determines that it is not so easy for the shells to hit the window.

Wang Zhong was looking at the map in the room, as if the explosion outside the window did not exist.

He wanted to find the Kingdom of Khazaria on the map, but he only found the name of the area where he was currently located: the Principality of Wostrom.

The terrain of the principality is basically flat, and it is estimated that the small hill west of Upper Peniye is already one of the top few peaks in the entire principality.

In addition, Wang Zhong also found that if he went east from Upper Peniye, he would soon encounter a large river called the Tiber River, and Bogdanovka was on the river bank.

Just as Wang Zhong was studying the map, the shelling outside stopped.

He looked at the watch: "It's strange, the shelling time today is so much shorter than yesterday?"

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"Why stop?" Shlifen asked with a frown.

The artillery company commander looked bitter: "The enemy's air strike just now destroyed our ammunition truck, and there are not so many shells."

Shlifen's mouth twitched.

Franz took the opportunity to suggest: "Then let's wait for the heavy artillery..."

"Let the mortars clear the smoke and start the attack!" Schlieffen interrupted Franz, "Also contact the Air Force and let them take responsibility!"

"yes!"

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Wang Zhong climbed up the water tower again, and sure enough he saw the enemy's mortars spreading smoke.

The impact point of the smoke bomb was exactly the same as yesterday!

Wang Zhong didn't know whether to say that the enemies were rigid or that they were well-trained and striving for excellence.

When the smoke was deployed, the enemy's attack force began to set off.

When the sound of the engine came here, the No. 67 heavy tank hidden at the head of the village also started up, drove out of the shelter, and rushed along the road towards the ambush position.

No, the ambush is not accurate, it should be a head-to-head confrontation with the enemy.

Wang Zhong discovered a familiar face in the enemy's attack queue, the No. 3 tank numbered 170: it was this tank before. A precise burst of fire from a distance of two kilometers exploded the bell tower of the church, causing the bell to fall from the tower. falling up

The broken clock is still lying on the street.

The enemy has sent their elite troops here.

Look carefully at Tank No. 170. There are two golden rings and three silver rings on the barrel.

Wang Zhong didn't know how the Prossen people stipulated this time and space, but he knew that San Dezi's single soldier destroyed a tank medal was five silvers for one gold.

If this kill ring follows the same principle, then this No. 170 has destroyed thirteen tanks.

Elite, if we deal with him here, how many tank soldiers will die less!

Wang Zhong became happy when he thought of this.

At this moment, at the edge of his vision, he saw a heavy truck driving into his field of vision and stopped.

The hairs on his back immediately stood up. This kind of heavy truck is usually used to tow heavy artillery, and generally heavy howitzers with a diameter of more than 100 mm are unlikely to be driven so close to the front line.

After all, the range of that kind of artillery can easily reach more than ten kilometers, so there is no need to go to the front line.

Only direct-fire artillery would go to the front.

Direct-fire artillery towed by heavy trucks—Wang Zhong could only think of one.

No, we have to determine what this truck is towing.

Wang Zhongfei also ran down the water tower, untied Bucephalus from the wooden stake at the door, got on his horse and ran wildly.

The guard guarding the door of the winery saw him and shouted: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

"I'll come back as soon as I go, stick to your post!"

As he spoke, Boucivalas walked through the devastated streets of Haut-Penier.

The soldiers hiding behind the bunker all looked at Wang Zhong.

"Do you want to charge?" someone asked.

In this situation, Wang Zhong knew that if he really ordered a charge, these people might really leave the house and follow him on horseback into the wilderness.

So he shouted: "Stay where you are and remember your mission! Don't move! Stay where you are!"

He shouted as he left the village. When he pulled the reins at the entrance of the village, Busifaras braked suddenly.

At the entrance of the village, he clearly saw that what the heavy truck was towing was actually a pontoon.

Then he remembered that he had indeed seen several rivers on the map just now. If the enemy wanted to advance quickly, they had to consider the possibility of Ant's army blowing up the bridge.

Wang Zhong was slightly relieved, but he felt that he had already reached the entrance of the village. Wouldn't it be better to go 500 meters further to see clearly the enemy's layout?

Anyway, there is smoke cover. Even if the enemy wants to pursue him, the commander, he will be blocked by the No. 67 heavy tank.

So Wang Zhong continued to urge his horse forward, observing the enemy's movements from a bird's eye view as he advanced.

In addition to the bridge erection team, Wang Zhong also saw many heavy engineering vehicles. It seemed that the enemy would have more combat engineers joining the attack.

At this time, Wang Zhong suddenly heard someone calling him: "Lord Earl, what do you want to do?"

He cut the naked eye view and saw that Busifaras had surpassed the No. 67 heavy tank, and Seryosha stared at him with wide eyes on the turret.

"My Lord Count!"

Wang Zhong: "I'm going to scout the enemy, don't worry."

After speaking, Wang Zhong continued to move forward.

After switching the perspective, he even saw an armored recovery vehicle. They were repairing a damaged Panzer III tank.

Good guy, is there a combined enemy camp in front of me? Did the concept of a synthetic camp exist so early in this time and space?

Wang Zhong used a plug-in to see clearly the color of his enemy's underwear.

He was enjoying the pleasure of Brother Gua, and suddenly felt that he had gone too far?

After a sudden awakening, he switched back to his own perspective and found that there was no smoke at all in front of him - Buscephalas was running too fast!

He immediately tightened his reins.

Buscephalas was running a little too happily, he almost didn't stop and even raised his front hooves.

Wang Zhong finally stopped his running horse, but because he was so panicked, his movement caused Bucephalas to stand in the middle of the road.

Then he came face to face with the enemy's army.

Embarrassed.

This time he was really sweating.

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But from Major Schlieffen's perspective, the situation is completely different.

The major, who had very good ears, had long heard the roar of engines from the Ant people, so he raised his binoculars to see what the idiot who wanted to use backward tanks to fight against the invincible Prosen armored army in the wilderness looked like.

However, Ant's commander seems to be very ignorant and doesn't like to open the hatch cover to observe the situation.

Just as Major Schlieffen was thinking this, a white horse emerged from the smoke.

Sitting on the white horse was a heroic general.

The general pulled the reins, and the white horse raised its front hooves high.

Major Schlieffen was not a Junker noble and did not understand equestrian skills, but Major Franz, an old Junker nobleman next to him, praised: "Good equestrian skills. In equestrian competitions, this action is a demonstration to the opponent. He is expressing his contempt for us."

The major pursed his lips.

At this time, the general asked his white horse to cross and block the road in the middle.

Franz: "This action means..."

"I know," Schlieffen said through his teeth, "that we can't go any further."

Franz: "Yeah. By the way, this horse is really good. It can be sold for at least 300,000 marks in the capital Germania."

Schlieffen suddenly grabbed the radio receiver: "Hoffman! Kill this general! Don't hurt the horse!"

"What?" Franz was shocked, "This is not a gentleman!"

Shriven sneered: "There is no need for gentlemen for inferior races."

At this time, tank No. 170 can be seen on the hillside stopping.

It was still a thousand meters away from the white-horse general, and Schlieffen had no doubt that Hoffman would hit the target accurately.

Tank No. 170 began to rotate the turret!

Soon enough, behind General White Horse, a steel beast rushed out of white smoke.

The beast was bigger than all the tanks in the Prosen Empire. Its tracks crushed the helmets abandoned by the defeated soldiers on the road, and the powerful roar of the engine resounded throughout the grassland.