Chapter 330: Old Rules, Front-Line Enemy Reconnaissance (Silver Alliance Extra 510)

Chapter 330 Old Rules, Front-line Reconnaissance (Silver Alliance Extra Update 5/10)

Since the enemy was less than 50 kilometers away from Yarvik, Wang Zhong immediately decided not to waste time at the front-line headquarters and took the troops to conduct front-line reconnaissance.

General Andrei tried to keep him: "You have come from a long way, you should take a rest first."

Wang Zhong: "The military situation is urgent, it will not be too late to drive the enemy out of Yarvik."

General Andrei: "We are on the east bank, the enemy is on the west bank..."

Wang Zhong: "But after the enemy occupies the bridgehead on the west bank, the logistics of your troops on the west bank will be cut off! General Andrei! You should be more anxious than me!"

The general hesitated for a few words, and suddenly came up with a reason: "The enemy has advanced so far, it's time to stop and rest, the tank must need repair!"

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55 kilometers from Yarvik, Yeisk, under the control of the Proson Army.

John Christopher climbed out from under his No. 6 tank with tactical number 210 and shook his head at the driver.

Everyone in the elite crew of the Type 6 tank is familiar with all the combat positions and can swap positions at any time.

For such an elite crew, everyone can repair the car. If one person can't repair it, another person will do it.

Now that the commander has gone down to check, it means that the whole team has gone down to check once.

John: "We can't handle this fault. Let's wait for the battlefield repair battalion to come up."

The driver nodded: "I think so too. By the way, before the engine and transmission broke down, I felt that the road wheels were a bit strange and shaky."

"The ground here is worse than the ground in Belka," John stamped his feet, "I heard that it will be worse in the rainy season, but to be honest... This is already very bad. It can't even be called a road in Carolingia."

The gunner sat on the turret of the tank, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said to the commander: "You didn't participate in the war last year. I fought for three months last year before I was transferred to the rear to participate in the test of the new tank. At that time, the mules and horses of the infantry division that cooperated with us all had their horseshoes broken, and we had to find a blacksmith on site to make new horseshoes."

The gunner suddenly fell silent.

John asked curiously, "What happened?"

"No, I remembered the ending of the blacksmith. After shoeing horses, he went home and saw someone raping his wife and daughter, so he rushed up with the horseshoe hammer and blew the heads of two infantrymen."

John: "Then?"

"A sergeant opened fire and killed the blacksmith's family with a submachine gun."

John Christopher was silent.

The others were silent too.

After more than ten seconds, the mechanic broke the silence: "Hey, it's just the death of a few inferior people."

John stared at the mechanic, and just as he was about to speak, the driver kicked him and pointed to the left.

John looked over and saw two guys with crescent iron plates on their chests, wearing black leather windbreakers and carrying submachine guns. Field gendarmes, nicknamed "chain dogs" among ordinary soldiers.

If they hear you questioning that the Prosons are a superior race, bad things will usually happen.

John could only swallow the rebuttal that was on the tip of his tongue.

The mechanic continued, "But those infantrymen are too tasteless. They can even go down to the inferior race. I can't do that. I think they are too dirty. In addition, the women in Ant are not as pretty as our Proson girls. Being lustful to them is simply raping your own aesthetic taste."

John didn't say anything, his eyes followed the two field gendarmes.

Just then, the sound of an engine came from the west.

The people surrounding the broken tank turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound, and they saw the dust raised by the tank.

The driver: "It sounds like our colleagues, the No. 6 tank."

As soon as the voice fell, the No. 6 tank with tactical number 217 drove over with eight infantrymen.

When passing by No. 210, the commander of No. 217 waved to John: "Company commander, we are chasing the vanguard."

"Be careful not to break down again!" John also waved, and warned while waving.

"Don't worry, the maintenance battalion patted my chest."

"Where are they?" John asked again.

"We're almost there, car No. 213 is being repaired on the way."

John recalled the location where car No. 213 was broken, and muttered: "That's really fast."

At this time, the other three repaired No. 6 tanks passed by car No. 210, and everyone greeted John.

This was not only because he was the company commander of this company, but also because he had just become the tanker who destroyed the most tanks in Proson.

After four tanks drove past, John said: "This way I can rest assured, there are four more No. 6 tanks in the front."

Gunner: "The front should be able to see the Sukhayaveli River in one or two days, right? The Rokossov-style defense line they boasted about is just like this. It was easily broken through under our firepower."

John also smiled: "Yes, except for the difficulty and time-consuming maintenance of the No. 6 tank and the high failure rate when running far, it is simply a perfect tank."

This statement was unanimously agreed by everyone.

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Yarvik, Sukhayaveli Front Command of the Ante Army

Wang Zhong: "Perhaps you are right, but we cannot bet the outcome of the war on the enemy. We must take victory into our own hands. I am going to conduct reconnaissance now and will contact you by radio. Give me a copy of your radio call sign list."

"Okay," the general turned to the chief of staff and shouted, "quickly give the lieutenant general a radio call sign list."

The chief of staff turned around and shouted: "Confidential staff officer! Get the call sign list to the lieutenant general."

Although the confidentiality level of radio call signs is not as high as that of the telegraph code book, it is still kept by confidential staff and is supervised by an inquisitor.

The confidential staff officer came over with the call sign book and handed it to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong flipped through his book and asked, "How long can this call sign be used?"

In order to prevent the enemy from catching the pattern, the call sign must be changed every few days.

The confidential staff officer replied: "Two days, the call sign was just changed last night."

Wang Zhong nodded and handed the notebook to Vasily: "Take it, I will also hand over the walkie-talkie to you later."

"I knew it." Vasily looked helpless.

Wang Zhong said to the confidential staff: "My call sign is Genghis Khan. Then, I'm going."

He turned and left the headquarters.

General Andre took a deep breath and sat down: "Okay, okay, I thought he was here to shoot me."

The chief of staff reassured: "The superiors also know that our retreat was not due to tactical mistakes, but because the enemy invested new weapons."

"New weapons." General Andrei exclaimed, "I heard that Lieutenant General Rokossov's troops also have new weapons. They are called vortexes. I don't know what they look like."

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Because the enemy was still more than 40 kilometers away from Jarvik, riding a horse was a bit far and would be tiring, so Wang Zhong chose the Willys Jeep as the transportation vehicle for this reconnaissance.

So far, the United States has shipped a total of 6,000 Willys jeeps to Ant, and Wang Zhong intercepted 1,000 of them and gave them to his army.

Each division in the group army has a motorcycle reconnaissance battalion, mainly equipped with Willis jeeps. During wartime, this battalion will dismantle a bunch of reconnaissance platoons and strengthen them to the company level of the armored forces.

There is also an independent reconnaissance battalion in the group army, which is hung under the column of the group army headquarters.

In addition to these organic units using Willys Jeeps, there were a large number of Willys Jeeps at the division headquarters of each division and at the brigade headquarters of the independent artillery brigade.

Wang Zhong did not even consider these jeeps as cars, but as military horses.

Although this thing burns oil, it only burns 11 liters of oil per 100 kilometers. Even if you add 98# gasoline, it only burns about nine kilograms.

A military horse can eat ten to twelve kilograms of fodder (hay + concentrate) a day. Of course, in an emergency, you can let the military horse eat grass on the spot, but that will make the horse thin and its endurance will be greatly reduced.

Of course, military horses and mules are also necessary in the long run. After all, in a bad place like Ant, there will definitely be a lot of problems when running cars.

But in a short-term decisive battle, Jeep's benefits are very obvious.

Wang Zhong took the guard company and set off in a Willys Jeep, accompanied by an M3 half-track.

He also changed his sunglasses and learned from General Patton in Jeep.

When the advance team of eight vehicles passed the Suhayaveli Bridge, Wang Zhong heard the neighing of horses from behind. When he turned around, he saw Busifaras chasing after him with joy, and ran to the side of the jeep to slow down. Started chewing on Wang Zhong's helmet.

Wang Zhong was speechless, frowning and trying to drive the horse away.

Gregory: "It's so impatient, so just take it with you. Anyway, we'll be back in two or three days."

So the strange force of eight cars and one horse set off.

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Wang Zhong crossed the river and walked west along the highway, always maintaining a bird's-eye view to monitor the front.

After driving for about an hour, Wang Zhong suddenly saw a red dot in front of him.

He yelled, "Stop!"

Vasily braked and turned to look at Wang Zhong: "What's wrong?"

Wang Zhong stood up, held onto the windshield, picked up the binoculars, and looked into the distance—actually, he maintained this posture and changed the angle of view.

Two kilometers away, a small convoy of three motorcycles and a half-track vehicle was parked in a manor.

There is almost a platoon of enemies highlighted.

The commander and loader of the No. 2 tank all stuck their heads out. It was obvious that the vehicle was now unable to attack.

But as long as the commander retracts, he can immediately fire the main weapon.

About two squads of enemies were searching the main building of the manor, a two-story building.

I didn't see them occupying the commanding heights or setting up machine guns. The machine gunner was carrying the machine gun and chatting with the deputy shooter.

There is another class of enemies who are rounding up the hens.

The enemy in the last squad is preparing to light a fire to cook in the middle of the farm.

At this time, two Prossen soldiers suddenly emerged from the outer opening of the cellar, each holding a bottle of wine in their hands and shouting something to the others.

Wang Zhong ended his observation and said to Vasily and Grigory: "There are enemies in the farm ahead. Judging from the vehicle, there is a platoon. They should not be on alert."

Gregory immediately picked up the thread cutter: "Then let's raid them. I've long wanted to use the Prossens to try out my new gun."

Damn it, don’t sound like a samurai who used civilians to test their swords during Japan’s Warring States Period!

Wang Zhong lowered his head and asked Gregory: "In the wilderness, how are you going to make a surprise attack?"

Gregory: "If it's two kilometers, it's not enough to touch it directly. It will take at most twenty minutes to touch it. The green gauze tent in the grassland is so high that it can just hide us."

Wang Zhong thought for a while and nodded: "Act."

Gregory immediately stood up and observed the farm in the distance, then jumped out of the car and shouted to the back: "First class, follow me, the rest will protect the general."

Immediately, a squad of soldiers got out of the car, and under the leadership of Gregory, they formed a column and approached the enemy.

Wang Zhong watched them walking through the tall grass from a bird's eye view.

This feels a bit like a man of war. Unfortunately, Wang Zhong can't control Gregory and the others now, so he can only be a spectator.

A bit like auto chess?

Promote capable officers and non-commissioned officers yourself, and then let them fight on their own while you can only watch.

Fifteen minutes later, Gregory found a scarecrow in the field to cover himself and poked his head out to observe the farm. Then he asked the soldiers to form a small circle in the wheat field, flattened a piece of land, and began to introduce the situation to the soldiers. .

After the explanation, the Gregorian team broke into pieces, and groups of three surrounded the manor from different directions.

Gregory opened fire first, targeting the commander and loader exposed on the No. 2 tank.

The firing distance is only about a hundred meters, and the strafing fire directly knocks down the target. Proson's commander fell backwards, his lower body stuck in the tank, and the loader flipped out of the vehicle, planting an onion upside down on the ground.

The Ploson soldiers around the tank were surprised.

The machine gunner on the half-track vehicle immediately turned his gun, but apparently the low sound of the thread cutter caused him to misjudge the direction of the bullet's attack: he actually pointed the machine gun in the completely opposite direction.

Because the sound of bullets hitting hard weapons is actually not the "BIU" sound like many TV series and movies, but a "pop" like throwing a cannon.

When many bullets hit the wall at the same time, the sound was closer to the sound of pouring water into a hot oil pan, with a crackling sound.

No wonder the enemy machine gunner misjudged the direction.

Gregory's deputy gunner also opened fire, directly knocking down the machine gunner on the half-track.

Others also fired, and the storm of bullets knocked all the enemies to the ground.

The Prossens had no idea where the attack was coming from, because the thread cutter not only made less noise, but also produced less muzzle flash and smoke when fired.

They started shooting randomly, then were knocked down by accurate fire.

The battle ended in less than a minute, and finally only the No. 2 tank was left, rushing out of the farm gate with the only remaining driver driving it.

As a result, Gregory hit the rear body of the tank with an incendiary bomb.

The tank burst into flames and slowly stopped. As soon as the driver jumped out, he was shot dead by Gregory.

Wang Zhong was very satisfied. He could rely on the plug-in to see that there were still a few living Prossens in the manor.

This time Wang Zhong brought the M3 half-track vehicle, which allowed him to put the prisoners into the vehicle and take them away. He no longer had to shoot the enemy in the shoulder and put them back.

He can even bandage these prisoners!

At this time, the walkie-talkie in Vasily's hand came from Grigory's report: "Genghis Khan, Genghis Khan, our troops will completely annihilate the enemy. Please give instructions."

Wang Zhong took the walkie-talkie and said, "Stand by, I'll be there soon. Genghis Khan is finished."