Wang Zhong shouted out and then rembered he was supposed to report the coordinates, so he hurriedly added them and continued yelling, "Ivanov! Here are the coordinates, fire for !"
After he finished shouting, he watched the enemy loading the shells onto their artillery positions.
But since the anti-aircraft guns were originally aid at the sky, they had to crank down the guns.
Wang Zhong watched as the gun slowly began to target him—
At this mont, as the tanks advanced, he saw more artillery positions, but either they were unmanned or the guns were immobile. It seed that after the artillery preparation was complete, the enemy's entire anti-aircraft battalion was down to this last surviving unit.
But even this last standing unit was putting imnse pressure on Wang Zhong.
He manned the anti-aircraft machine gun, firing tracer bullets in that direction while shouting, "Alexandria, the direction of my machine gun, see it? Turret turn left 7 degrees! Distance 2100!"
Alexandria, "I see it! High-explosive shell loaded! Ergency stop!"
Beliyakov braked hard, and the infantryman crouched behind the tank turret slamd into Wang Zhong. His helt, marked with a Z, fell off and rolled off the tank.
The tank fired, but the shell flew over, landing behind the enemy's artillery position.
Wang Zhong, "Alexandria! Ah, ah, ah, ah!"
"Our scale only goes to 2000! I fired based on experience, next round!"
At this ti, Wang Zhong saw that the enemy had finished loading the shell, and the first round was coming!
Then the shell whizzed past No. 422, hitting the ground and bounding up, it flew into the air and far away.
Good, the enemy also had never shot at such a distant target.
At this distance, even a tank, as large as it was, would probably seem no bigger than a mung bean.
At this mont, a terrifying noise ca from the sky.
It felt like a giant child was playing with an airplane model in the sky, holding the plane up and shouting, "wuwu!"
Wang Zhong looked up, the experience was like watching a teor shower that happens once every half century.
The enemy's area beca lively.
Wang Zhong had previously perford acrobatics in War Thunder, launching rockets from a Sherman "calliope" at opposing points. Even with just one Sherman "calliope" rocket launcher, he'd always manage to wipe out a few unlucky ones.
This was literally "ground sweeping".
Now a brigade was bombarding a single coordinate intensely, the ferocity of it practically leveling everything in their path.
The rocket artillery's accuracy was poor, resulting in a very wide coverage area, but the abundant firepower density turned the entire area upside-down.
Every enemy position within Wang Zhong's field of view was engulfed in explosions, and his targeting area beca even more clearly illuminated, clustered enemies wiped out instantly, leaving only scattered stragglers.
At this mont, he suddenly realized this was an opportunity, so he shouted, "Charge, Beliyakov! Full speed ahead, take the position!"
As Beliyakov slamd the gear stick while shouting, "Are we really charging in? Is the bombardnt over? If we go in with this fire density, we're just delivering ourselves!"
Wang Zhong, "It ends as soon as we charge in. Rocket artillery is quick!"
"Is it that quick?"
Because No. 422 charged so fast, so of the infantry riding on it fell off, tumbled on the ground, then got up and started running.
Grigori held onto the antenna with his hand to stabilize himself, and asked loudly, "Are we really charging in like this?"
Wang Zhong, "Yes, charge in and spread out. Take advantage of the enemy not having reacted and wipe them out."
After saying this, he operated the anti-aircraft machine gun and sprayed wildly towards the continuous barrage of rocket artillery fire in front—after all, there were plenty of machine gun bullets.
When No. 422 had only two hundred ters left to go, the rocket artillery barrage ended.
The enemy still hadn't reacted.
Wang Zhong fired the anti-aircraft machine gun at the sa 88 gun that had been threatening him all this ti.
Because he saw there was still one enemy "glowing" there!
After continuous bursts of machine gun fire, the enemy "went dark", and only then did Wang Zhong breathe a sigh of relief, as the tank also charged onto the position.
Wang Zhong, "Quick, infantry combat, clear out the shell craters and bunkers! Eliminate the enemy!"
Indeed, after two hours of fire preparation and just now a wave of rocket fire, the ground had been almost leveled. The enemy had barely dug any anti-artillery bunkers, nor had they planned for defensive operations, so after this bombardnt, there were hardly any survivors.
When the follow-up troops rushed up, Wang Zhong shouted, "Only half of the infantry dismount, the rest follow us and charge forward, head straight for 391 Heights, our objective for this mission!"
After shouting out and rembering that all 36 vehicles were equipped with radios, he pressed the microphone again and repeated, "Half of the infantry dismount, the rest follow us and charge forward, to 391 Heights!"
After finishing, he motioned to Grigori, "Grigori, assign two reliable n to guard this 88 gun, everyone else get on!"
Soon, tank No. 422 was back to "full capacity", and Wang Zhong ordered Beliyakov, "Advance! Keep going all the way to 391 Heights!"
Beliyakov's response was the roar of the engine. The T34's exhaust pipes spat out two thick plus of smoke and then sped forward.
You know, the ground that was muddy before snowfall, the T34 really moved quickly over it.
If it were earlier with mud, it wouldn't outpace the cavalry, and later with snow cover, it still wouldn't outpace them.
But in this state, the T34 was as fast as a truck.
Wang Zhong adjusted the radio frequency and called out to Pavlov, "Valdai Hills River, Valdai Hills River, calling Deb River!"
"This is Valdai Hills River, Dnieper River, please go ahead."
Wang Zhong: "The artillery strike exceeded expectations, the artillery strike exceeded expectations, my unit is advancing rapidly toward Hill 391. Please organize trucks to transport Colonel Eugene's troops to Hill 391."
Colonel Eugene was experienced at on-the-spot repairs of the fortifications on the high ground; his troop was essential for the task.
"Valdai Hills River understands. And don't ntion nas and numbers."
Well, now you're schooling ?
However, the chief of staff was right, and Wang Zhong could only shrug.
At that mont, he suddenly noticed so enemies ahead who hadn't been killed by the blasts.
It seed they were protecting a high-ranking officer!
Wang Zhong swung his machine gun around, a sustained burst took down three n, and the high-ranking officer was slapped to the ground by his adjutant.
Wang Zhong: "Grigori, there's an enemy general! Take him alive!"
The radio operator also spotted the enemy and started to spray bullets, preventing the enemy from raising their heads. Just like that, the tank charged through to the enemy, screeching to a halt.
Grigori jumped down directly, kicked away a guard's MP40, and shot dead several other enemies who tried to resist.
By then, the others had gotten out of the vehicle and surrounded the enemy.
Wang Zhong, holding the microphone to his neck, ordered: "Move forward, don't mind !"
At this mont, Tank No. 423 passed No. 422, and the "tank cavalry" on it were still waving to Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong pointed forward: "Advance! Hill 391, wait for !"
The tank column passed by Tank No. 422, one after another.
By then, Grigori had already dragged the general up and pulled him beside the tank.
Wang Zhong: "Introduce yourself."
Then he realized—he didn't bring Vasily, there was no one to translate!
Where had Vasily gone? Vasily had gone to the Guards Rocket Artillery Brigade with his radio on his back.
Unexpectedly, the Prosen general answered in Ante's language: "I am Major General Rudolf von Bingrilloff, commander of the 22nd Armored Division."
Wang Zhong: "Do you realize you've been captured, by tomorrow Ye Fort will be buzzing with rumors that I've captured ten major generals?"
Grigori: "At least ten."
Rudolf snorted: "Do you think my troops would disintegrate after just one bombing? You will definitely encounter resistance, resolute resistance!"
Wang Zhong shifted his view and indeed saw many surviving Prosen troops, but they were all running backward, showing no signs of resistance.
After confirming the situation, Wang Zhong said to Rudolf: "It seems not, listen, there are no gunshots. Your troops have lost their nerve."
"No! Impossible! We have been victorious in continuous battles, our troop's morale is high!" Rudolf shouted, "You will et resistance!"
Wang Zhong: "It looks like you are not as valiant in battle as the legends say. But, I've known that for a while, I've known that. I've defeated you countless tis and will continue to do so!"
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The night of November 10th, 2000hrs. Prosen's Second Armored Cluster Command.
A few guards escorted several n dressed in Armored Troops uniforms into the command tent.
The adjutant saluted General Moochi: "Report, these n were captured near the command headquarters as deserters."
General Moochi looked at the deserters: "Hmph, what a sight! You run so disgracefully, and you still call yourselves soldiers of the Prosen Army? At least stand at attention for !"
With that command, the deserters reflexively stood at attention.
Moochi continued to ask: "You're from the 22nd Armored Division?"
"Yes, the 51st Armored Battalion of the 22nd Armored Division."
Moochi: "What happened?"
"Rocossov's troops launched an attack; they surged from all directions carrying red flags! They flooded toward our positions like a tide!"
"Nonsense!" Moochi scolded, "Report the facts!"
The deserter shrank his neck, stamring out: "The enemy's artillery fire was incredibly intense, we had no anti-shell shelters, and we only avoided the existing villages and roads, but the shells covered us everywhere, as if they had an endless supply of ammunition, explosions were everywhere, even the forests were leveled.
"After the bombardnt, the enemy used a terrifying new weapon; it sounded like demons howling, and then Sergeant Fritz shouted 'Rocossov has brought the demons of hell,' and then everyone started running. We ran too."
Moochi clicked his tongue: "Sergeant Fritz? Find this sergeant and shoot him. Have all deserters identify the ones who led the retreat, the ones spreading rumors, and shoot them all. The rest will be assigned to the penal battalion."
After finishing, he waved his hand, and the guards took the deserters away.
The chief of staff of the cluster comnted: "Could this be a large-scale counterattack by the enemy?"
"No. If it were a large-scale counterattack, it wouldn't be just two divisions subjected to the artillery fire." Moochi walked over to the map, observed it, and said, "Rocossov has guessed our intentions, so he wants to capture Hill 391. That way, he can push out his artillery and use it to block this road with fire. This could affect the logistics of our troops attacking Karanskaya."
Moochi paused, pondering for a mont and said: "But he has left his own fortified zone, which took a month to build, to occupy a high ground without fortifications; this may be our chance to crush him.
"Of course, we should attack from both sides. Didn't an engineer troop just co from the rear to build the airfield? Let them follow this more remote path and build a new road; this road will be outside the range of Rocossov's artillery firepower."
The adjutant worriedly said: "But this engineer troop, after building the airfield, was ant to assist the Air Force in bombing Ye Fort. Otherwise…"
General Moochi waved his hand grandly: "To hell with the Air Force and the airfield! What's the use of such superficial projects at this ti! We are racing against ti; we are trying to save the Prosen Empire, understand?"
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