Chapter 535 Quenching

October 29, 915, 0700 hours, Abavahan Front Army Headquarters.

When Pavlov heard the phone ringing, he said to Wang Zhong: "It's probably that the front line has been shelled."

Without waiting for Wang Zhong to answer, he picked up the receiver and said, "Front Army Headquarters, okay, I understand. Hold on."

After putting down the receiver, Pavlov looked at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong: "Is the artillery fire ready to begin?"

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Wang Zhong: "According to Prosen's intelligence, this means that their troops are already at the assembly point. We also started to prepare for counter-artillery fire, let's fire. They had previously moved the assembly point forward and escaped our counter-attack. Preparing for artillery fire, I bet they will set the assembly point according to the standards last time. "

Popov: "Actually, it doesn't matter if we miss. We have enough shells now, so we can waste them as we like."

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yes, our current situation is that if wasting artillery shells can reduce the loss of troops, then waste them as much as possible. The Prossen people broke through too quickly before, and the previous front commander was incompetent, which resulted in our current military strength being limited. , But as long as we can hold on, we will have sufficient troops, and we will always have sufficient troops."

Yakov: "And General Winter."

Wang Zhong nodded: "There is also General Dong."

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Two kilometers west of the train dispatching yard, the starting position of the Pioneer Company of the 1st Battalion of the 1st Regiment of the 29th Infantry Division of the 4th Infantry Corps of Prossen.

The company commander, Captain Hansen, could tell something was wrong with the whistling sound flying overhead.

He raised his head in confusion.

Many veterans in the company also heard that something was wrong, and they all looked up at the sky.

The deputy company commander ran over and said to Captain Hansen: "Isn't this right? It sounds like there were artillery shells fired back at us. Did the Anters fire on us in turn?"

Captain Hansen looked at the rear of the army: "The one behind us may be the regiment's supply center, or the assembly point for the second and third attack waves."

Deputy Company Commander: "Then we still attack? Will there be follow-up echelons after we attack?"

Captain Hansen: "We will attack if the order does not change. We have captured it before, but it was taken back by the Ants because we ran out of ammunition. Now that we have enough ammunition, it will be easy to get it back."

The deputy company commander nodded: "Then I'll go inspect the departure queue, and I'll set off when the firepower preparations are completed, so as to be ready in one go!"

Captain Hansen nodded and watched the deputy company commander run away along the skirmish line.

He looked at his watch. The artillery preparations should last for another twenty minutes, so he took out his diary from his pocket and opened the page with the bookmark.

On the bookmark is a portrait of his wife, which he copied from a photograph.

Captain Hansen stared at his wife for a few seconds before writing down in the diary: "Dear, I don't know if the diary will pass strict review and be sent to the rear after I write these contents.

"The Ant people's will to fight is getting stronger and stronger. While fighting with them, I felt their determination to regain their homeland. Maybe the propaganda of the Imperial Propaganda Department that they are inferior people is wrong.

"At least on our front lines, we will not look down upon these warriors who are as strong as cattle and look down upon death. After so many years since the war began, they are the most terrifying opponents I have ever seen...

"Honestly, honey, I don't know if I can ever come back to you, and I don't know if this war can really be won. Last year they said they would end it, but as you can see, I'm still on the front lines , the Ant people are still resisting.

“They said it again this year and asked the military police to keep an eye on everyone who suspected this, which gave me a very bad feeling.

"My dear, I feel more and more that this diary will never be returned to you, but... I have to write it down. Maybe some kind-hearted Ant officer will bring the diary to you in the future.

"I wrote our home address on the title page, my dear. Five years ago, I believed that we needed a living space, so I joined the army with passion, but now, I just want to come back to you."

After writing the last letter, Captain Hansen raised his head and looked at the city retaken by the Anters in the distance.

Because of the shelling, the city was burning, and at least five huge smoke pillars were slowly rising.

It can be seen that the shells are still falling. It is said that this time a 210mm heavy artillery was invested, and one shell can collapse the entire three-story building with masonry structure.

Hansen heard the messenger next to him whisper: "No one will have the will to resist under this kind of artillery fire."

Captain Hansen glanced at the messenger: "Don't underestimate the enemy."

At this time, the whistling sound above the head gradually decreased, and finally only the whistling sound flying from the enemy's side remained - the enemy's counter-artillery preparations continued, as if the artillery shells were free of charge.

Captain Hansen's expression was serious. He knew that this meant that his company - or the entire battalion - would not be able to receive follow-up echelon support for a period of time after it went up.

If possible, he also hopes to pause the offense.

But the whistle still sounded.

Captain Hansen also took out his whistle, held it in his mouth and blew a long sound, then turned back and waved to his men: "Forward!"

After saying that, he took the submachine gun and left the starting position first.

His men followed him, skirmish lines emerging over the land that had been blackened by cannon fire.

Ahead, the city was burning, with thick smoke rising everywhere.

Hansen's company encountered no resistance at all, and they passed through the open land and into the burning city without incident.

The ruins blocked the defenders' firing line. According to Captain Hansen's military common sense, the Ants had lost their best chance of defense.

Captain Hansen was relieved.

However, he always felt that something was watching him.

His infantrymen began to clear the rooms one by one, looking for the figures of the Ants, and the entire company was divided into countless groups.

Suddenly, the guns rang.

The sound of Bobosha's shooting tickled Captain Hansen's nerves.

Someone was yelling and cursing, and I don't know which sergeant was shouting: "Grenade! He's hiding in the corner, grenade!"

The explosion of the grenade made Bobosha silent.

The street was quiet all of a sudden, with only the crackling sound of burning branches.

Someone shouted: "Sanita (medic)! Sanita!"

Captain Hansen patted the messenger on the shoulder: "Go and see who died, and search the bodies of the Ants who died in the battle to find out which unit he was from, whether he was a straggler or..."

Bobosha's voice sounded again, and there was the sound of a grenade exploding.

This time, there was a counterattack from the squad machine gun, and the sound of tearing canvas suppressed the PPSh.

After a few seconds, everything was quiet.

Captain Hansen: "Where is the exchange of fire? Where is the enemy?"

The deputy company commander answered from a distance: "It seems to be two stragglers. The enemy probably retreated, and there are only a few left--"

The PPSh sounded again, this time there were two, coming from two directions at the same time.

Captain Hansen's scalp numbed: "They have been broken up! They are hiding in the ruins! What are they doing--"

They are using their lives to exchange for the lives of the Proson soldiers!

These are the death squads. The moment they hid in the ruins, they didn't want to go back alive. Their only goal is to kill more Proson people.

These people will not collapse, they will not be afraid. As long as they have bullets, as long as they have a breath, they will fire at the Proson people.

Captain Hansen was breathing very fast. He had heard that in the fortress that was captured in the first week of the war, there was an Ant who fought until the beginning of this year. Before he was shot, he killed a Proson with a knife.

He looked at the burning city in front of him.

This was purgatory, the nightmare of every Proson.

In shock, the captain heard the sound of a manhole cover being pushed open next to him.

He turned his head and saw an Ant soldier half-sticking out of the sewer, holding a PPS.

The PPS opened fire, and the Ant soldier fired freely, hitting Captain Hansen, his messenger, and the Proson soldiers who were caught off guard.

The well-trained Prosons immediately fought back, and the MP40 bullets penetrated the body of the Ant soldier, but could not stop his shooting.

The bullet penetrated the Ant's head, killing him completely, but the tense muscles allowed the PPS to continue firing, and the flying bullets hit the shoulder of a Proson sergeant.

Finally, the PPSh ran out of bullets, and the Ante soldier fell back into the sewer.

A Plosser sergeant ran to the body of Captain Hansen, touched his nose, and then closed his eyes.

The sergeant wanted to touch the captain's pocket, but a PPSh across the street opened fire. The shooter was a newcomer, and the bullets fell aimlessly within a few meters square.

The sergeant half-crouched in the hail of bullets, picked up the MP40, and fired a few bursts at the shooter.

The shooter was shot, rolled down from the second floor, and fell on the road.

The sergeant stood up, forgot to take the captain's diary, and gestured to the surviving Plosser soldiers--

There was another sound of PPSh shooting.

It seemed that the battle would not stop until one side was completely dead.

A literal meat-mincing battle.

Now every Plosser soldier knew that he was in hell.

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In the evening of the 29th, Abavakhan Front Command.

Pavlov: "Today's battle situation has been summarized. The nameless hill was defended, the agricultural machinery station that was in a corner with the nameless hill was defended, and the train dispatching yard was also defended. Except for these three places, the whole line was defeated. The enemy has embedded in our second line of defense, and some of the offensive troops have reached the third line of defense."

Wang Zhong: "The temporary infantry division can hold out for a day, which is not bad."

Yakov: "Should we let the temporary troops stop resisting on the periphery? They are indeed a bit weak in the face of the enemy's armored forces. It is better to withdraw into the city..."

Wang Zhong: "Do you think they can beat them in the city? No, close combat requires too much morale and fighting spirit, so let the elite troops do it."

Pavlov: "The good news is that the 225th Division and Melania's First Division are already in place. They are deployed from the nameless highland to the city center, responsible for guarding the river beach. When the river freezes, the troops on the other side can come directly."

Wang Zhong: "Weather forecast! I want to know how many days it will take to freeze."

"November 20th at the latest." Yakov reported.

Wang Zhong was silent for a few seconds and cursed: "Sukabulie."