Chapter 509 It’s Time to Show the Real Operation!

The former battalion commander of the 225th Division Tank Destroyer Battalion had been promoted to study at the Suvorov Military Academy due to his outstanding performance in Yeisk and Balas.

The new battalion commander Sergey held Ilyich’s hand: “I hope we are not late.”

"Of course you didn't!" Ilyich turned and pointed at the position, "Look, the position is still completely under our control!"

Sergey looked at the position and silently took off his hat.

The entire position was filled with the corpses of Ants and Prossens. Some of the corpses were so charred that they could not be separated at all.

At least three thousand Ant soldiers died in the battle on the small unknown highland, and I don't know how many more people will be filled into this bottomless pit.

Ilyich also looked at the soldiers on the position. He did not take off his hat, but said to Sergey: "It's better not to pay tribute, we might also join them."

Sergey was stunned for a moment, then nodded and put on his hat: "Yes, you are right. Let's talk about how to deploy the vortex.

“In Yeisk, we found that the Plosans would tend to use a large number of smoke bombs when facing direct firepower like vortex to crush their armored units, just like they did against our country’s divine arrows.

"So we need to find a way to conduct an ambush to obtain sufficient results when the enemy reacts to use smoke bombs."

Ilyich turned to look in the direction of Proson: "You have already driven up with such a big fanfare. They must have discovered it. I don't think it is worse than this. The enemy tanks are lined up right there. You just go out into the range and kill them!" Wait until they use smoke bombs to block it, then move back!”

Sergey pursed his lips, thought for a while and shook his head: "No, we have to survey the terrain first to ensure that the destroyer will not sink into the ground. Your position has dug trenches, built bunkers with sandbags, and is still under enemy fire. After plowing again, another fierce battle has come to this point..."

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up a broken steel helmet and shook it at Ilyich: "Look at this helmet, a single track can crush it, but there are a bunch of these helmets on your position, and they are scattered everywhere. Weapons... If we want to attack the enemy from our position, we must actually survey the terrain, otherwise there will be destroyers paralyzed on the way forward or backward. "

Ilyich was speechless: "That's what it is. You can explore the terrain at night..."

Then the phone rang.

Everyone stopped talking and looked in the direction where the ringing sound came from. The phone ring stopped suddenly, and was replaced by the voice of the person who answered the phone: "This is the unknown highland! General! Yes! Transfer the call to the commander immediately!"

A corporal with a bandage on his head ran over with a telephone in one hand and a receiver in the other: "Priest! The general's call!"

He ran a few steps and the telephone line got hung up. Immediately, three or four wounded people started to move around and smoothed out the telephone line.

The corporal came all the way to Ilyich: "The general's call!"

In the Abawahan Front, speaking of general can only refer to one person in particular.

Ilyich took the call respectfully: "Your Excellency General! I am Ilyich, the supreme commander of the Nameless Highlands, and next to me is the commander of the destroyer car battalion who has just arrived!"

Rokosov: "Don't call me Your Excellency, Ilychidavarisi. First of all, your resistance has been very successful. I have seen your situation. It is not easy to defend!"

Ilyich was flattered: "Did you see it? But we fought fiercely for a day and no inspection team from the front army headquarters came down?"

"Just think of it as what St. Andrew showed me. Now I have an order for you, and you should tell it to the battalion commander of the 225th Division's annihilation battalion. Tonight, you can start the vortex engine at night, and gradually change the sound of the engine through the sound of the engine. In small ways, the camouflage vortex has left.

"At the same time, let the naval infantry who went up with the vortex dig bunkers for the vortex and hide the vortex as much as possible. Remember, you must leave a path for maneuver. Also, for the enemy's smoke bombs, you can consider using explosives to blow away the smoke. There should be a lot of explosives left in your position, right?"

Ilyich nodded: "Yes, there are a lot of explosives left, but there are not many people who can throw them."

Rokossov continued on the phone: "Use explosives to disperse the smoke and clear the vortex's firing range. You may also consider lighting tires, using fire to heat the air, and creating convection on the position to reduce the impact of smoke bombs."

"Understood!" Ilyich put his legs together and saluted the general who was not here.

Rokossov: "Don't be too busy saluting."

"Eh?"

Ilyich turned around and looked around, and then found that the general was not looking at him. Then he felt something in his heart and looked at the sky.

Rokossov: "Tell Battalion Commander Sergey my plan. Also, the machine gun on the far left side of your position is not in a good position. I think it is more appropriate to move it five meters to the left."

After saying that, the phone hung up.

Ilyich looked at the sky and muttered: "On the left is..."

He looked to the south: "Is it the south? If the general really looks over, he should be looking from the east."

Sergey asked doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Ilyich waved his hand and ordered the soldiers, "Move the southern machine gun position five meters further south! Also, Battalion Commander Sergei, the general's instructions to you are as follows..."

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At 2230 hours on October 20, Major General Schneider, commander of the 9th Armored Division of the 14th Armored Corps of Prossen, was inspecting his troops in a jeep.

He came to the unknown high ground that was not captured even after a day of fierce fighting.

Hansen, commander of the 1st Armored Battalion, who was responsible for commanding the offensive, was already waiting for him here.

"Hansen," Major General Schneider got out of the car, "Do you have anything to say? In the entire 14th Armored Corps, we are the only ones blocked by the enemy's field positions!"

Hansen looked helpless: "The artillery ammunition depot that cooperated with us was blown up, otherwise we would definitely be able to capture this high ground!"

Major General Schneider did not answer. He strode into the artillery observation post and used the artillery scope to observe the enemy positions in the night. After watching for more than ten seconds, he left the eyepiece of the artillery scope and looked at Hansen: "I originally thought You will see reinforced concrete fortifications, but nothing will happen!

"It's unbelievable that you would be blocked by such crude fortifications."

Hansen: "The Ant people showed amazing fighting will. We went up to fight several times, but were beaten back! The two companies that went into the attack suffered heavy losses! I lost thirty tanks on the position today, General. !”

Major General Schneider shook his head and asked: "Are the enemy's elites on the position? Marine infantry or Guards infantry? Huh? The intelligence I got at the headquarters, how can I say it is just a group of mobilization soldiers?"

Just as Hansen was about to answer, the deafening sound of an engine suddenly came from the night.

Schneider quickly turned to the gunner's scope, his eyes pressed against the eyepiece.

He saw what seemed to be smoke and dust on the position.

Major General Schneider: "All troops on alert!"

Hansen immediately relayed the order and waited for the messenger to leave before saying to Major General Schneider: "The enemy will not launch an armored offensive at night. There are indeed cases of using naval infantry to carry out night attacks, but..."

"Hush!" Major General Schneider raised his finger, and then whispered softly, "The sound of the engine is leaving the position. Did you report the observation of enemy tank destroyers before dark?"

Hansen also lowered his voice: "Yes."

"This is a trap." Major General Schneider waved his finger, "I have studied the tactics of Rokossov. He likes to attack in the east and west. If it seems on the surface that the destroyer has left, then you will encounter the destroyer on the position tomorrow. Vehicle. It just so happens that the artillery regiment has no normal artillery shells. Tomorrow we will use smoke bombs to cover the entire position so that the enemy's destroyer vehicles will have no vision..."

Hansen: "General, our tanks will not be able to take advantage of their firepower. If we rush directly to close combat range, the enemy infantry will cause us heavy losses."

Major General Schneider: "Then bring more infantry. The enemy is just a group of makeshift infantry, and they have survived until now with their pure fighting will - and a steady stream of reinforcements. I bet the enemy, as the defender, suffered more casualties than our attacker today! Much bigger!”

It is true that there are many more corpses of Ants in the Nameless Highlands today than there are Prossans.

Major General Schneider continued: "Tonight, the 9th Panzergrenadier Division will join the attack. This is our brother unit. You will be supported by an entire Panzergrenadier Regiment! Use a pure infantry attack to destroy the enemy! By the way, break that The myth of an assault gun called the Vortex!”

After the Battle of Yeisk, Ant's propaganda machine has been promoting the vortex, rendering the vortex into a magical weapon that can change the situation of the battle.

Hansen was encouraged: "Understood! Tomorrow we will definitely produce results that satisfy you, General!"

"Very good." Major General Schneider patted him on the shoulder.

At this moment, a whistling sound came from the sky.

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Three minutes ago.

At the Abavahan Front Army Headquarters, Pavlov was looking at his watch: "This familiar feeling seems like I haven't had it for a long time."

Wang Zhong laughed loudly: "We can't supply supplies in Yeysk, so we don't have such regular bombardment."

The Abavahan Front lacks troops, but there is no shortage of artillery shells, because this place is the end of the Allied aid route. Artillery shells produced by the United Kingdom in places like India, as well as artillery shells transferred by the United States from Australia, will all be sent here. Come.

So naturally, Wang Zhong's specialty, timed bombardment, was about to begin.

The main one is to prevent the other from sleeping well.

If you are not careful, your bed and pot will be lifted up.

On Earth, this is a tactic used only by the U.S. military. After the war, a general from Sandoku wrote a book to mock the U.S., saying that the U.S. military’s “purposeless bombardment” had “no effect except wasting shells” and “consumed a large amount of The shells affected normal shelling."

However, after Wang Zhong actually tried it himself, he felt that General San Dezi was probably being tough. How could it be completely useless if he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night?

If I have to say it, Lao America's own logistics was cheated by the stupid logistics chief, resulting in a large number of artillery shells being unable to be transported, and the subsequent normal offensive artillery bombardment was affected.

If the old Americans were not tricked by their own logistics chief, they would definitely have enough artillery shells, and all three of their sons might have been killed.

Pavlov waited for the second hand of his watch to reach zero, then picked up the receiver and said, "Fire."

Wang Zhong changed his perspective. At this time, he happened to have a view of each artillery regiment, so he could overlook the scene of thousands of artillery fire from the air.