Chapter 2461 We Are Combat Engineers

"Stop advancing! Stop! Don't charge. There is a German circular fortification ahead, which is full of machine guns and small cannons! Retreat and wait for fire coverage!"

"Sturgeon No. 1, Sturgeon No. 1, request artillery support! Artillery coordinates 3, 2, 2, 4, the target is the enemy fortification group, request immediate fire coverage! I repeat, request immediate fire coverage!"

"Reckless" and "stupid" are actually two descriptions that seem similar, but their interpretations on the battlefield are actually completely different.

There was once a German who naively believed that Alsim belonged to the latter, or both.

However, these Germans are now either reporting to the Kaiser or reporting to the POW camp to participate in repairing the earth.

Only those who are most familiar with Alsim know that Alsim's true face is definitely the former, and it has nothing to do with the latter. If you think he is stupid, then you can only say that his disguise to confuse the enemy is really effective.

The deputy company commander who was closer to the front was calling on the soldiers who were closer to the front to retreat quickly, and to retreat to a relatively safe area and temporarily avoid the Germans before they noticed the abnormality here and launched a huge amount of firepower.

Alsim, who was closer to the back, returned to the infantry fighting vehicle with two soldiers who were assigned to protect him, but in fact, it was hard to say who was protecting whom.

He sat down next to the infantry cabin with the door open, grabbed the command vehicle's dedicated radio handheld hanging on the wall of the vehicle, and yelled at the top of his voice. Alsim, whose head was filled with adrenaline, didn't care about attitudes and other things at the moment. He only knew that he needed fire support now, and immediately.

The command-type BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle, which was specially assigned to combat units at the company level and above, made some design adjustments. A considerable part of the ammunition rack that originally accommodated the 25mm main gun magazine was removed, resulting in a sudden reduction of more than half of the main gun ammunition in the vehicle.

The benefit brought by this is a more powerful multi-band radio station, which is enough for commanders at the company level and above who are in urgent need of artillery support on the front line to contact artillery support anytime and anywhere, provided that they have obtained authorization and your command vehicle has not been destroyed or can't find where the vehicle is.

This is part of the synthetic adaptation, a battlefield capability that the Red Army has never had and popularized before.

As for whether it is effective?

Everyone on this battlefield, including the German sticks on the opposite side who thought that the fortifications protecting themselves were strong enough, will soon know the final answer.

"Received, we are coming! Please hold on, artillery support will arrive soon!"

"Better hurry! It's urgent here! The call is over, over!"

Bang——

Unlike the immediacy of indirect fire support, direct aiming close artillery support has the advantages of high accuracy and high killing efficiency, but the process of transferring from one tactical position to another takes time. Direct-aiming artillery support is not available on call due to the limited sighting field and firing range. Alsim has no choice but to wait until the "immediate" artillery support arrives.

"How is it? Can anyone respond to us? Did you call for artillery?"

The leader division has a lot of artillery, but at this moment, there are more units on the battlefield that need artillery support, and the number is definitely higher than those large-caliber direct-aiming support artillery.

Facing the uncertain question of the deputy company commander, Alsim, who listens to all directions and looks in all directions, confirms the situation around him, and changes the bullets for the assault rifle in his hand, and at the same time, speaks to his good brother beside him without thinking.

"The self-propelled artillery responded, they will be here soon! Stay here and don't move, wait for those big guys to come and follow them, we have plenty of time to deal with these fascists"

Swoosh--

"Mortar!!! Get down!!!!"

Boom--

"Suka!!!"

For a moment, he felt dizzy and dizzy, and his ears were filled with an extremely long "buzzing" sound. Alsim raised his head and struggled to get up from the ground. He didn't have time to confirm whether he was injured. He only knew that since he could still move, he was not dead and the problem was not serious. He hurried to check the situation of the brothers around him.

"Are you all okay? Are there any missing arms and legs and seeing Comrade Lenin?"

Alsim was a rough man and spoke roughly, and the soldiers under him were also careless and careless. When they were extremely excited on the battlefield, they were just a group of orcs fighting wildly.

"It's OK, I'm still alive."

"I'm fine! The shell exploded above the trench, not under our feet."

"Fuck the German mortar, I'm going to stuff the shell into his asshole later!"

Lucky favored Alsim and his brothers again. The small-caliber mortar shell that exploded at the edge of the trench, not at the same level, failed to create any results.

If we have to say the biggest result, it was to cut several cuts on the face of a combat engineer, but the length and depth were not enough to be fatal, but half of his face was slowly bleeding, which looked a little scary.

"Are you still okay? Ishchenko. If you can't hold on, get off first. I'll let the infantry fighting vehicle take you away. The vehicle is outside and you can get through the communication trench behind."

The deputy company commander, who recovered faster than Alsim, asked about the situation while waiting for support, and the only answer he got was the words that came out of his mouth without even thinking.

"No retreat! Absolutely no retreat! The blood of the Mariupol steel workers is all molten iron. Let those fascist bastards see how powerful we Ukrainians are!"

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Not everyone is born to be an anti-fascist fighter, and not everyone is an elite combat engineer as soon as they join the army.

Many of Alsim's men are not even professional soldiers, at least not originally.

Among them are steel workers, farmers who grow crops, and delivery boys who serve the neighbors in the centralized supply department store.

If it weren't for this war, perhaps everyone would now be doing their own job in their respective jobs and working hard for the development and construction of the motherland.

But now, everyone, squatting in this trench with dishevelled hair and high morale, gathered around Alsim, all have a common name: the glorious leader division combat engineer, which is definitely one of the pinnacle honors in the military career of any Red Army infantry soldier, and it is definitely worth recalling this moment even if he becomes a general many years later.

"Then hold your guns and load the bullets! Wipe the blood off your face and don't cover your eyes. Follow me to pull out the intestines of those fascists and strangle them to death!"

"Yes, comrade company commander!"

Crack, crack, crack, crack--

The steel tracks carried the heavy armored body, and the grinding sound of the blood-soaked land came from far away. I looked up and glanced at the deputy company commander outside the trench. I was surprised for a moment.

"They are here! They are coming!!!"