Chapter 513: Vortex in the Heavy Rain

As Ilyich left at lightning speed on his motorcycle, a Stypunk truck drove in. A major general jumped out of the truck, glanced at Wang Zhong, then arranged his clothes in the rain and put his hat straight.

Pavlov: "This should be Lieutenant General Korodov, the commander of the 71st Infantry Corps who has just arrived. His vanguard has just arrived. I have already arranged to transport it to the front."

Wang Zhong: "I know. Yakov, go and inform Chef Chen to prepare the lion's head. Let the army commander finish his meal before going to the front line."

Yakov responded, wrapped the relics he just took from Wang Zhong in oil paper, put them into his backpack, and then turned around and left.

Korodov walked up the steps and saluted Wang Zhong: "General! I have long admired my name! I am very happy to fight under your command!"

Wang Zhong returned the gift and said seriously: "Welcome to hell."

Korodov smiled: "That's great. We will definitely get the title of Guards. It is said that the Guards infantry has begun to issue those silent submachine guns?"

Wang Zhong: "It's called an assault rifle. Currently, only the infantry guards under my command will issue it."

"We are now under your command, all we need is the title of Guard." After speaking, Korodov saluted again, "Then I'm going, General!"

Wang Zhong: "Wait a minute! Let's go after eating."

"But the military situation is urgent. We saw a lot of wounded soldiers on the way here, more than I saw last year. I should rush to the front line as soon as possible-" Korodov argued with reason.

Wang Zhong interrupted him: "Eat before leaving! The battlefield is right there, and it won't run away. Let your troops stop for a meal, and have some hot food and hot soup."

Korodov still wanted to argue, but he suddenly understood something from Wang Zhong's expression.

He saluted Wang Zhong for the third time: "Thank you, Comrade Commander."

Wang Zhong nodded: "You're welcome."

A few seconds later, he murmured again: "You're welcome."

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October 21, 915, early morning. In heavy rain.

Joint headquarters of the 9th Panzer Division and the 9th Panzergrenadier Division of the XIV Panzer Corps in Plossen.

The 9th Armored Division and the 9th Armored Grenadier Division were originally expanded from the same training base. In the Prosen Army, it is very common for the same base to expand into two different divisions with the same designation. .

For example, the 16th Armored Division and the 16th Panzergrenadier Division have the same origin. Of course, both divisions will later recruit recruits from various places, so the "originality" feature is weakened.

Major General Schmidt paced back and forth in the joint command headquarters: "Why hasn't it started yet?"

Major General Hope replied: "Obviously it's raining and smoke bombs can't be deployed. In this rainy day...smoke bombs won't have much effect at all."

At this time, Schmidt's adjutant said: "General, the heavy rain will obscure the view. Maybe we can try to launch an infantry attack?"

Major General Schmidt: "Are you asking me to conduct an infantry attack without artillery preparation and smoke cover?"

Major General Hope: "Our division's ammunition reserves are still intact, and we also have a large number of mortars, infantry artillery, and a battalion of assault guns assigned to infantry battalions. I think we can attack. Our division's artillery fire cover, you guys Bring out tank support.”

Schmidt stared outside for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay. Give it a try. Once you find strong anti-tank fire on the enemy's position, retreat, wait for the rain to stop, and then attack according to the original plan."

Major General Hope immediately waved his hand, and his staff immediately got busy.

Seeing the attack orders being issued step by step, Major General Hope patted his old friend on the shoulder: "Don't worry, even if there is an assault gun called a vortex created by Rokossov, the infantry can handle the assault! After all, guns have no turrets, so they are very limited in defense. Infantry is much more vulnerable than tanks when they get close.

"You said before that the only people guarding the unknown highlands are Ant's mobilized soldiers."

Schmidt nodded: "Yes, we briefly occupied part of the position, seized some documents and materials, and arrested a few wounded soldiers. The Anters on the position had only been in the army for more than three months. The bullets fired before entering the position The number didn’t exceed 50 rounds.”

Major General Hope said confidently: "That's the end of it. The unknown heights will definitely be captured today. Then I will name it the 9th Armored Division Highlands to commemorate the fallen soldiers."

At this time, a staff officer reported to Major General Hope: "The bombardment preparations are complete, General!"

"Very good. Fire!"

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At 0821 hours on the 21st, in the unknown highlands, it rained heavily after the shelling.

Brigadier General Aromeev raised his head and looked around.

He could hear the Marine infantry battalion and company commanders loudly confirming the situation.

The heavy rain made the visibility very poor, and the whole world was gray. Aromeyev estimated the current sight range and felt that the vortex destroyer ambushing on the top of the position could attack targets at a distance of three hundred meters at most.

Nothing could be seen further away.

Even at a distance of 300 meters, you can only aim roughly and cannot attack accurately. After all, the enemy tank may be a black lump at this distance.

This time the scariest aspect of the vortex was offset by the weather!

In Balas, Aromeev had seen the scene of vortex long-distance precise sniping. These elites under Rokossov could accurately hit enemy tanks at 1,800 meters.

If you only look at it with the naked eye, the tank at a distance of 1,800 meters is just a tiny bit in size.

The tankers of the Vortex destroyer can hit accurately and penetrate the weak points (Aromeyev didn't know the design standards of the Vortex and thought it was a weak point).

"Damn the weather." The brigadier general cursed.

At this time, the brigade chief of staff said: "Maybe the Proson people knew that the Vortex was here, so they fired smoke bombs. Now it's raining heavily, smoke bombs don't work, and the Vortex still has a 300-meter range."

"You are right." Aromeyev nodded.

At this time, the observer shouted: "Listen!"

Aromeyev and the chief of staff closed their mouths at the same time, and soon they heard the sound of the engine.

Aromeyev: "Prepare for battle!"

His orders were passed down continuously, as if they were constantly echoing: "Prepare for battle!" "Prepare for battle!"

Aromeyev had confidence in his soldiers, because they were well-tested naval infantry, the "Black Death" that the Proson people feared. If they couldn't stop the Proson people, then no one could stop Ante, and the nameless highland would be lost today.

As for casualties, after arriving at the position yesterday and seeing the tragic scene, Alomeev had long since driven the word casualties out of his mind.

Even if the 393rd Brigade fought to the last man, he would stay on the position to cover the transfer of the precious Vortex tank destroyer.

The ground began to tremble, and dense ripples appeared in the small puddle outside the trench, like fish scales.

Black shadows appeared in the distance, and they were getting bigger and bigger.

Vortex had not opened fire. Was it because the rain was too heavy to see the weakness?

Alomeev pursed his lips and began to wonder how many enemy tanks the naval infantry could replace.

According to the calculation that three people had to be sacrificed to hit a tank-

Suddenly, Vortex opened fire!

The shell hit a black shadow accurately, and then the black shadow exploded. The flames from the turret cover were two meters high, like bright torches in the heavy rain.

Then all the vortices started firing, and the entire position was filled with smoke and dust created by the muzzle flames of 100mm guns - then the smoke and dust were quickly washed away by the heavy rain, and the vision immediately became clear.

The second wave of shooting began!

In a blink of an eye, the front of the position was full of burning torches, the rain curtain was illuminated, and the Proson skirmish line that was originally covered in the rain was also illuminated.

The heavy machine guns took the opportunity to fire, and the interweaving fire net of tracer bullets pierced the rain curtain.

The third wave of vortex salvos.

The enemy tanks were already retreating, retreating to a distance of 500 to 600 meters, but they were still hit and caught fire.

Aromeyev finally realized that the vortex thing, facing Proson's main tanks, would penetrate and destroy them if they were penetrated, and there was no need to aim at any weaknesses.

Just now, the vortex waited until the enemy was 300 meters away before firing, probably to prevent the enemy from running away.

Look now, the enemy has retreated to 700 to 800 meters away, and the vortex is still firing. From time to time, you can see Proson's tanks being hit and turned into torches.

Alomeyev waited for about five minutes, and the vortex finally fell silent.

There were no moving objects in his field of vision.

About 30 Proson tanks were burning. Generally, if a tank was hit, even with Proson's maintenance capabilities, it would not be repaired and could only be completely scrapped.

As for those black shadows that were parked in place, the Proson people might repair them after occupying the nameless high ground.

Brigadier General Alomeyev breathed a sigh of relief: "The first wave of offensives was repelled today. Tell everyone to return to the artillery caves and prepare to avoid artillery. According to the nature of the Proson people in fighting, the artillery bombardment is coming."

Chief of Staff: "Do they still have shells? Didn't they say that the air force had raised all the shells before?"

Brigadier General Alomeyev shrugged, and at this time there was a whistling sound in the sky.

"It seems they still have some," said the brigadier general, while he lay forward on the muddy trench wall.

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"How much did you say we lost?" Major General Schmidt's voice rose eight degrees.

"31 Type 3s and 11 Type 4s did not return, and the 2nd Armored Battalion lost more than one-third of its troops." The adjutant looked embarrassed, "Your prediction was correct. Those assault guns did not leave yesterday, and they were all ambushed on the high ground."

Major General Schmidt snorted: "Although I predicted correctly, I am not happy at all!"

At this time, Major General Hope suggested: "You can let my armored grenadiers crawl forward and sneak up, take advantage of the cover of heavy rain to launch a sneak attack, and take down the position in close combat!"

"We should have done this long ago!" Major General Schmidt said, "In just one attack, in more than ten minutes, my armored battalion lost more than yesterday!"

Plossen's armored battalions are all large battalions. It is normal for a battalion to have more than 100 tanks. The 2nd Armored Battalion lost one-third of its troops in one charge. Any armored division commander would feel painful.

Major General Hope comforted his friend: "Leave it to us next. Anyway, prepare the artillery fire first, and let my troops quietly approach the position while the artillery fire is covering the area."