Chapter 529 Dusk

At 1640 hours on November 26, Joset, the commander of the 5th Armored Division of the Asgard Knights of the Prosen Army, held the receiver: "We cannot win the beachhead just by relying on our current state.

"We need artillery and a sufficient number of infantry. We also need time to repair the tanks lying in the mud to ensure the number of tanks."

On the other end of the phone, General Frederick of the Sixth Army sighed: "Because of the damn mud, most of our artillery units now have less than a base of ammunition. The good news is that I am planning to mobilize the entire 41st Armored Corps and start with Threatening the beachhead behind us to be blocked.

"The enemy's armored forces are like a group of pirate ships, scurrying along our supply lines. Damn it, raid warfare was originally the policy of the Imperial Navy. As a result, the Imperial Navy now has a fleet, while our enemies are using land The cruiser launched a raid!"

When the United Kingdom first developed tanks, they were developed as land cruisers. The current use of the Anters is actually perfectly in line with the original development intention.

Joset could hear General Frederick sighing, so he said: "Although we can't take the beach, we are ready to intercept the enemy's tank troops and we will definitely hit them hard!"

"No tanks will come back." General Frederick said solemnly, "These tank troops will not confront you head-on. They will bully our troops who lack anti-tank means until they die in battle or use up all their strength. A drop of oil.”

Josette was silent.

He thought of the Ant soldiers he met before arriving at the beach.

Joset had to admit that although these Ant soldiers were poorly trained and poorly equipped, their fighting will was not inferior to that of any Ploson soldiers.

They are formidable enemies.

The most terrible enemy.

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Captain Ivan climbed out of the turret, stood next to the engine radiator cover and asked the driver: "Is there still hope?"

The driver looked at the engine and shook his head: "It's not working anymore. Even if we return to the workshop, it can't be repaired. The engine must be replaced. It can be pulled. It's raining and muddy. It's already working hard."

Captain Ivan patted the roof of the turret and looked at the three kill rings on the barrel: "How many trucks did we destroy today? How many more kill rings do we need to convert ten trucks into one kill ring?"

The loader shook his head: "I don't know. Just like people don't remember how much bread they have eaten since birth, I don't remember how many trucks I destroyed. Let's draw five first."

As he spoke, he took out the paint and brush from the turret and began to draw circles on the barrel.

Soon, five rings were drawn, and together with the original three killing rings, there were a total of eight rings on the barrel, which looked very eye-catching.

The tank crews waiting under the car complained: "When our tank broke down, Captain, you didn't even let us draw a ring, and you urged us to leave quickly!"

Captain Ivan smiled: "That's because we still have tanks that can fight, and we must seize the time to destroy more enemy facilities.

"Now we have no tanks."

The commander of the No. 2 car asked: "Then what should we do now? Find fellow soldiers to hide and wait for the general to counterattack? According to last year's script, when winter comes, the general should counterattack. It won't take long."

Captain Ivan raised his head and looked to the west: "No, our mission is to destroy the enemy's logistics and share the pressure for Abavahan. According to last year's experience, when the mud is just over, the enemy will have a fierce wave of pig attacks. , that’s the most dangerous time.”

The captain's eyes swept across the soldiers' cheeks one by one: "So we have to continue fighting. Even if we just destroy a truck, it is possible to improve the situation! Of course, as a tank driver and a technical branch, we choose to save our lives now and wait for future gains. New equipment is also a reasonable choice.

"So I ask you to decide where you want to go. If you decide to stay, you can go find your fellow villagers. If you decide to go with me, you can follow me!"

At this time, a sound suddenly came from the grass nearby.

"Who is it?" The tank crews raised their submachine guns together and pointed them at the grass.

A fellow villager emerged from the grass holding the certificate in his hand high: "I am a member of the guerrillas. After we were dispersed, we continued to fight behind enemy lines. There are fellow villagers helping us. I suggest you not to take risks, stay hidden first, and consider the long term."

"Our mission..."

"Your task is to destroy logistics. I know that the guerrillas have been doing it. You can't do better than us without tanks. You are tankers, not infantry. Davarich, listen to me, you will use Bobo Sha, I can do it, but I can’t drive a tank!”

Captain Ivan held a submachine gun, looked at his soldiers, and said: "It would be great if the army priests were here, but it is a pity. May Saint Andrew bless him, and may the motherland bless him. Let's vote and agree to accept guerrilla warfare. Those who are waiting to return to the army and continue to drive tanks, raise your hands!”

Everyone looked at each other, but no one raised their hands.

The guerrillas were very anxious: "Davarisi! We really can't drive tanks. Think about the training you have received! If you die here, you will have to retrain so many tank crews! You still have combat experience!"

Captain Ivan gritted his teeth and raised his right hand: "The guerrilla comrades convinced me."

Everyone looked at each other and raised their hands one by one.

"Okay, unanimously approved, hide it, wait until you get a new tank, and then compete with the Prosen Japs!"

Guerrillas: "Quick, come this way! The Prosins are hunting you, but their orders are to look for tanks. We can avoid them!"

Captain Ivan jumped off the tank, carrying the captured Prosen MP40 submachine gun, and quickly caught up with the guerrillas.

Other tank crews soon followed.

The group of people walked a few dozen steps, and several guerrillas came out of the diagonal stab, all holding guns.

"I convinced them!" the guerrillas leading the way shouted, "Don't shoot!"

The strong man leading the team put down the MP40 and shook his head towards the side path: "This way, hurry up! The Proscenians are pulling a net to search, they are very close to here."

Captain Ivan nodded.

A group of people mingled together and walked quickly along the trail. Suddenly, gunshots were heard in the distance.

Captain Ivan was about to take the gun, but was stopped by the guerrilla captain: "Don't worry, it's our people who are attracting the attention of the Proscenians, and they will lure the encircling enemies there."

Captain Ivan nodded, belatedly realizing what this meant, and asked: "What about the people who attract attention?"

The guerrilla captain said with a straight face: "We were supposed to die in the Prossen attack fourteen days ago, but now we have survived for fourteen more days, so that's all."

Captain Ivan hesitated to speak and just patted the guerrilla captain on the shoulder.

The group continued walking in the rain.

The sound of gunfire kept ringing in the distance, as if a bird in a fairy tale that could only live for one day was singing with all its strength.

Suddenly, without warning, the sound of the birds ceased.

Captain Ivan slowed down slightly and glanced at the direction where the sound last came from.

At this time, the guerrilla leader began to whistle.

It's a powerful song, but also sad.

Captain Ivan asked curiously: "What song is this?"

"The song taught to us by the Allied commandos dropped by air a few days ago seems to have been sung by the local guerrillas when they were fighting in the Kingdom of Sardinia. A poet on our team who wrote poems for newspapers re-wrote the lyrics.

"'Goodbye, friend, bye, friend, bye, friend, bye, bye, bye.'"

All the guerrillas sang together: "That morning, when I woke up from my dream, the invaders broke into my hometown. Guerrillas, take me away quickly, I can't bear it anymore..."

The rain suddenly fell harder, as if it was deliberately trying to cover up everyone's footsteps.

So the light but firm chanting was completely covered.

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At 2030 hours on October 26, the headquarters of the Abawahan Front of the Ant Army.

"This is Panfilov, commander of the Sixteenth Army." Pavlov introduced Wang Zhong.

Panfilov saluted Wang Zhong: "Commander Davarisi, our army is fully equipped. We have 80,000 young people from the grasslands near Seris, all of whom are the backbone of the secularists in the pastoral areas. My boys Well-trained and well-equipped! Unlike temporary infantry divisions, you can use us in the most dangerous areas!”

Wang Zhong nodded: "You have finished unloading the ship. In order to let you come over, we dismantled the pontoon bridge and threw the naval infantry on the other side."

Wang Zhong still didn’t know that Nellie was also at landing point 1 on the West Bank.

"Actually, we just lost a crucial support point the day before yesterday. Come and see." He came to the map and pointed directly at the train dispatching yard. "Here is the largest reinforced concrete building complex on the first line of defense. . The enemy stopped attacking because of lack of ammunition. Now we don’t know the status of replenishment, but we must attack.”

After Wang Zhong finished speaking, Pavlov immediately took over and continued: "If you can capture the support point and the surrounding blocks, you must hold on there as much as possible. I can't tell you how long you will hold on, and we predict , when the ground freezes and the temperature is not too low, the Plosans will launch a resolute counterattack, and your troops will bear the impact together with the unknown highlands on the north side. "

Wang Zhong brought back the topic again: "The unknown highlands are defended by my elite First Mobile Group Army. They should be able to compete with you."

Panfilov saluted: "I know, take back the train dispatching yard and hold on for as long as you can!"

Wang Zhong: "You will receive artillery support from the entire front army. As soon as the follow-up troops come up, they will be sent to you. Of course, if you cannot capture the train dispatching yard, you can also work with the troops originally defending the second line of defense to consolidate the second line of defense." Second line of defense.”

"Don't worry, we will take it." Panfilov saluted Wang Zhong, "I'm leaving."

"Eat before leaving. The battlefield is right there and he won't run away." Wang Zhong said softly, but he exuded pressure that could not be denied.

Panfilov could only nod: "Yes."