Chapter 1903 You Are Simply a Lunatic

Just because a main gun with a straight trajectory cannot do something, it does not mean that another main gun with a relatively curved trajectory, a larger drop of the shell, and a more powerful main gun cannot do it. This is what Alsim knows most clearly at this moment. Got to the point. ReadМ

"Give me the flare gun, quickly!"

Ordinary soldiers would not be equipped with a flare gun, and Alsim, who held the position of company commander, would not be able to carry one with him. Generally speaking, only people with special status such as scouts or signal soldiers will carry them. Alsim's guard squad happens to have a specially configured signal soldier position. Signal flags and signal guns are exclusive equipment that he must never leave. .

Alsim, who reached back without looking back, quickly got what he wanted, and another big hand thrust a loaded flare gun directly into his hand.

The signal guns equipped by the scouts of Stalin's 1st Guards Tank Division can fire a variety of flares and can effectively deal with different use situations. For example, there are general-purpose day and night flares with tracer powder mixed into the medicine chamber, and there are also enhanced smoke tracer flares designed for use under the scorching sun during the day, which can allow friendly forces farther away to promptly confirm the signal transmission more clearly.

The bright red tracer, coupled with the more conspicuous red smoke, is enough to hang high in the air even at noon when the light is dazzling, making it visible to friendly forces far away.

But Alsim doesn't plan to use a signal to lift off at the moment, but plans to use it for some other special purpose.

The company officer who was accompanying him in the charge suddenly realized something when he saw this scene, and then looked at Alsim with extremely surprised eyes, his face full of astonishment.

"Wait, Alsim, did you intend to be here?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get ready to lie down!"

boom--

Before the astonished company officer could finish his words, Alsim, who had quick eyes and quick hands, had already raised his hand and poked the tip of the flare gun in his hand from the edge of the trench wall, aiming it at the German defense pit without exposing his body. Raising your hand in the general direction of where you are is a blind shot with a straight shot.

The signal flare trailing a crimson tracer streaked across the narrow trench like a meteor, heading straight to the end. The German artillery battery was hidden behind two PAK38 50mm anti-tank guns, as well as the simple fortifications built beside it. The German soldiers who were defending on the spot looked at the red smoke thing under their feet with their eyes wide open, and they were a little at a loss.

"Are the Russians stupid? Hit us with a flare gun? What harm can this thing do?"

The German soldiers, who had never seen such a strange situation before, were stunned for a moment, but they never thought that the heavy steel behemoths staying outside the position, or even further behind the tanks, had already begun to take action.

"The red smoke is under our control! Get ready to take action!"

"Is there no problem? What if we blow up one of our own people?"

"As long as you shoot accurately enough, it's the infantry's problem. Just aim and blast!"

The huge and bulky ISU152 self-propelled artillery lowered its huge and stubby barrel, aiming the black hole muzzle that could hold a watermelon at the target at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"121, 123, and car No. 124, three rounds of ammunition, fire!"

Boom boom boom——

If the 122 mm high-explosive bomb does not hit directly, it may be impossible to deal with these German infantry squatting in the pit, but 152 Justice is different.

Literally speaking, the caliber is just 30 millimeters larger, but the power of large-caliber heavy artillery after 100 millimeters will increase by a level for every ten millimeter increase in caliber. In other words, the power of 152 high-explosive bombs and 122 high-explosive bombs is basically the same. Just not on the same level.

Three unexpected rounds of 152mm high-explosive grenades roared through the smoke with a dull wind, and directly hit the edge of the defensive pit on which the German army relied.

Of course, this cannot be considered a direct hit. The final detonation point of the shell falling is at least thirty meters away from the German infantry in the pit, but this is not that important in the face of 152 Justice.

The target that needs to be dealt with is not a hard target protected by armor protection or a solid bunker, but an unprotected soft target that exists in flesh and blood.

The German infantry in the pit built some simple bunkers for their front faces, which could barely block bullet fragments, but their backs were bare, without any effective protection at all.

The unexpected big explosion swept from behind, carrying countless projectile fragments flying everywhere. The distance of thirty meters was simply not enough for these projectile fragments to exhaust their impact kinetic energy in the air friction flight. Tearing up rags and rags and inserting them into the human body, slicing open the muscles and internal organs, and even piercing the front belly and breaking out of the chest are all simple and easy things.

Heavy fire support at extremely close range is extremely dangerous. Even if there is a flare gun that can shoot relatively accurately instead of a hand-thrown flare, there is still a risk of being covered by heavy artillery shells that have a very large range of damage to soft targets. The possibility of being knocked down on the spot.

"Ahem!"

He led the soldiers around him and immediately fell down on the spot without saying a word after the signal bomb was fired. In the short few seconds when he fell to the ground, he only felt like another terrifying storm of flames outside the trench above his head. It instantly scratched and shocked the eardrums and body. Alsim, who still felt his whole body was numb when he stood up, kept giving orders quickly.

"Take up arms and attack! Rush down the German shithole! Ula!!!"

Alsim was not sure what effect the heavy artillery shells attracted by the signal flares would have, but judging from the terrifying formation of the flame storm that just blew over his head, he could feel such a big movement even at a farther distance. If he didn't lie down in time, he might be blown away by the storm and thrown out of the trench, his life or death unknown.

Then the Germans in the pits that were much closer would be in a worse situation. Even if they were not killed by the explosion, they would be seriously injured and half dead on the spot. This caliber of shells was enough to ignore the height difference of the terrain and kill without dead angles. This was a great opportunity for our side to take advantage of the opportunity to attack and take down this damn pit.

When the flame storm swept in instantly, it also rolled up the dust and smoke of flying sand and rocks, stirring in the air in the pit, obscuring the vision for a while.

Alsim, who had not had time to rush into the pit completely, saw a few swaying figures standing behind the dust in the pit, looming, as if they were coming towards him.

Alsim, who didn't think it was his comrade, raised his gun and shot without saying a word. The soldiers around him who reacted very quickly followed suit and fired a volley of bullets without thinking.

After twisting his limbs like he was electrocuted by stepping on an electric wire, and falling to the ground after being shot, Alsim and the soldiers around him followed closely with messy footsteps and finally rushed into the pit.

Looking at the bodies lying on the ground under his feet, some of them died suddenly with blood gushing from all seven orifices, and some of them were covered with bloody holes all over their bodies, the deputy company officer, whose heart was still beating non-stop and still had lingering fears, added a "sigh" to Alsim beside him as soon as he took a break.

"You are simply a lunatic, Alsim! If those gunners had shaken their hands, you and my brothers would be lying on the ground dead now!"