Chapter 388: The Steed Gallops Across the Vast Grassland (14,000 Monthly Tickets Plus Additional Chapters)

Lieutenant Joseph climbed onto a half-track and came to the machine gunner: "Stop the fire! Quick!"

The machine gunner held the gun in his right hand and held the ammunition belt in his left hand, and started firing.

Lieutenant Joseph: "Sight! It's too low! Adjust the sight to 500!"

Not all models of Plossen's half-track vehicles have machine gun mounts. The machine gun on Lieutenant Joseph was mounted more casually, and it was a style that could only be corrected by tracer bullets.

The machine gunner was also obviously lacking in training - well, the recruits who could be supplemented to the rear mobile brigade were generally not very good.

The best supplementary soldiers were incorporated into the armored training camp and became reserve armored soldiers. The second-rate ones went to the armored grenadiers and various chasseur divisions, and the next-rate ones went to the ordinary infantry divisions.

And the rear mobile brigades and national guard divisions either got second-class national soldiers or those who performed very poorly in training.

Lieutenant Joseph looked at the machine gunner adjusting the sight clumsily, sighed, stepped forward and pushed him away, picked up the machine gun, adjusted the sight, and started firing at the enemy.

Soon he found that firing was not very effective against cavalry.

Moreover, the Ante cavalry used a signal flare gun to fire smoke bombs to cover the subsequent cavalry troops' charge, making accurate shooting more difficult.

Lieutenant Joseph gritted his teeth and started firing.

So two cavalrymen were knocked to the ground, one of the horses tried to stand up and continued to gallop, but the rider was dragged on the ground, with his upper body blocked by the grass.

Lieutenant Joseph splashed water at the rolling cavalry wave and knocked down several more horses.

The soldier who had just been pushed away shouted: "Lieutenant! The barrel! If you don't change the barrel, it will malfunction!"

Lieutenant Joseph stopped shooting with a curse, disassembled the latch of the barrel part, and then grabbed the hot barrel with both hands.

Immediately, there was a sizzling sound of meat in the frying pan, and green smoke came out between Joseph's hand and the barrel.

The severe pain hit his brain like lightning, but the strong desire to survive made him roar, pull out the barrel and throw it on the ground: "Quick! Change the barrel!"

The replaced shooter hurriedly pulled out the barrel and inserted it into the machine gun.

While the shooter was operating, Joseph looked at the palm of his hand. The skin in contact with the barrel had been completely removed, and the exposed meat was also in a cooked state. Both sides of the contact surface were full of bubbles supported by thick juice.

"Okay!" The shooter shouted.

Joseph took off his shirt, wrapped it around his hands, and continued to shoot with the machine gun.

At this time, the cavalry had already killed to the front of the position.

In addition to Joseph's machine gun, there was another machine gun firing, but how could two machine guns stop the cavalry brigade sweeping in.

The cavalry was like a huge wave, and the half-track vehicles scattered on the grassland were like reefs. The huge wave rushed over the reefs and swept away all the scattered infantry.

Joseph's brain had been forced by adrenaline to lose the ability to think, and he was focused on shooting, shooting, and shooting!

Suddenly, he heard a clang, and when he looked down, he saw an Ante grenade on the floor of the half-track.

The lieutenant immediately bent down to pick up the grenade, but it exploded.

Lieutenant Joseph flew high.

For a moment, he thought he saw the Valkyrie coming to greet him - ah, am I going to Valhalla?

That's great -

Lieutenant Joseph fell to the ground, his head first, and then his neck broke under the action of inertia and gravity.

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The commander of the 1st Regiment of the 33rd Division of the 20th Cavalry Army, Gorokov, pulled the reins hard, pulled the horse that was running a little crazy, and then turned his head to look at the defense line of the Proson Army that had just rushed through.

It seems that this group of Proson troops wanted to rely on the half-track vehicle for a circular defense, but was suddenly attacked.

Gorokov turned around and asked the deputy commander: "Did our artillery fire help break through the enemy's defense?"

The deputy commander took out the map and looked at it: "No way, we have left the range of artillery support. Could it be the air force bombing?"

Gorokov turned around and called the staff officer in the regiment: "Stepan!"

"Here!" The staff officer with glasses rode over on horseback, "What's wrong?"

"Go ask the prisoners, what bombed them like this?"

"Yes!"

The staff officer turned his horse around and ran towards the enemy who was surrendering.

Gorokov stood up on the horse and raised the telescope to look into the distance: "Sukabulie, I can't see anything, it's all grassland!"

Deputy commander: "Isn't this a good thing? No one can catch us if we run."

"Yes, it's a good thing."

At this time, Stepan returned.

Stepan: "I asked, these enemies are their rear mobile brigade, and they were ordered to stay where they are. Their original mission was to deliver supplies to the 17th Armored Division."

Gorokov: "Take all the food, gather all the remaining ammunition and fuel together, and light it!"

Stepan pushed his glasses and turned his horse's head to pass the order.

Deputy regiment commander: "It's a great harvest. If it can continue to go so smoothly, the two armored divisions in the enemy's pincer attack will be in trouble."

At this time, the military chaplain came over on a chestnut horse: "Gorokov, there are more than a dozen wounded."

"See if there are any useful people in the enemy's trucks, and send someone who can drive to take them back." Gorokov said, "This is the only way in this situation."

The military chaplain nodded: "Okay, I'll go and listen to their prayers."

Gorokov: "Please."

Just as the priest left, Gorokov heard the sound of an engine in the distance.

"Plane!" He shouted, raised his telescope and looked in the direction of the sound, and found a FW189 reconnaissance plane.

"The enemy reconnaissance plane is coming!" Gorokov turned his head, "Use the machine guns on the enemy half-track vehicle to defend against air attacks and drive it away!"

As soon as the voice fell, the asymmetrical fuselage of the FW189 appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the iron cross on the wing was clearly visible.

The machine gun opened fire, and the tracer belt tried hard to chase the reconnaissance plane. But after all, the cavalrymen were not professional machine gunners, and it was still too difficult to hit an aircraft flying at an altitude of one or two hundred meters.

Gorokov: "We have been discovered, light the fire quickly, and leave quickly! Otherwise, the enemy's Stuka will come to find us!"

Not long after the order was issued, a huge fire broke out, and the cavalry regiment turned its back to the burning flames and continued to move deep into the northwest.

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Plossen's Tenth Army Headquarters

The signalman entered the tent and saluted Admiral Poke: "General! Many troops reported seeing enemy cavalry!"

Admiral Poke: "Those who reported seeing cavalry probably formed a solid defense and drove away the enemy cavalry. The key is those who didn't have time to report the cavalry. Our order was late, and some supply units must have suffered."

Chief of Staff: "We will know when the fixed-point report is made. The troops that didn't report should have suffered."

Admiral Poke put his hands behind his back, looked at the map, and snorted: "Cavalry, damn, cavalry! This Rokossov is very good at making the best use of everything."

The Chief of Staff was amazed and said: "Those people in the rear will probably laugh at us when they hear that Rokossov has invested in cavalry."

Admiral Poke's face was livid and he didn't answer.

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On the night of the 16th, Eagle's Nest in the territory of the Proson Empire.

"The cavalry turned the world upside down!" Emperor Proson said angrily, "Cavalry! A backward branch of the army! Our propaganda minister even promoted the Melanian people's use of sabers to cut tanks as a joke! Now, they are cut by sabers!"

Gil Es: "The report sent back from the front line shows that the grassland is very suitable for such cavalry operations. Rokosov should have keenly discovered this, so he decisively invested in this ancient branch of the army."

"Cavalry!" The emperor snorted.

At this time, William Celt, the chief of the imperial general staff, suggested: "Or, we can try the Moravian cavalry. They should still have a considerable number of cavalry teams, and they have not disbanded even after joining the empire."

Emperor Reinhard: "Are you saying that we have to rely on the backward branch of the army composed of second-class citizens to save our elite Proson army?"

William Celt was silent.

The emperor thought for a moment and shook his head: "We can't care about so much at this time. Tell the Moravians that if they perform well, they can improve their national rating in the empire! Then they will be higher than the Melanians!"

The emperor slammed his fist on the table.

There was a report on the table about the activities of the Restoration Army in Melania.

William Celt immediately winked at his men.

Von Bryan said: "But it will take time to mobilize cavalry from Moravia. What should we do during this time?"

The emperor was silent for a few seconds and looked up at Grand Duke Meyer, the Grand Marshal of the Air Force.

The Grand Duke pointed at himself: "Me?"