Chapter 514 Armored Grenadiers Vs. Black Death (Update 2081)

Chapter 514 Armored Grenadiers vs. Black Death (Update 20/81)

The heavy rain and the bombardment made Brigadier General Alomeev basically unable to hear or see anything.

After the bombardment ended, he immediately shouted: "The enemy is bombarding like this, maybe the infantry has already touched us! Prepare for battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots were heard from the positions to the west.

It was the sound of the PPSh firing, and someone was shouting something.

Then came the sound of a grenade exploding.

Brigadier General Alomeev immediately understood: "The enemy is coming! The enemy has advanced to the front of the position at the risk of being bombarded by their own artillery fire! Prepare for hand-to-hand combat and do everything we can to protect the vortex!"

At this time, gunshots were heard from all directions. It was obvious that the Prosons had deployed a lot of troops and had already touched the front of every position on the nameless highland.

Brigadier General Alomeev picked up the PPSh placed next to the bunker, checked the barrel, and re-inserted the drum after confirming that there was not too much sand in the gun. He loaded the gun: "Everyone, get ready. We marines have never been afraid of hand-to-hand combat, never!"

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Sergeant Hans crawled on the ground with a submachine gun.

Shells from friendly forces kept flying overhead and landed on the hill more than 100 meters ahead.

He heard the second-class soldier beside him complaining: "What if it misses and falls on our heads?"

The sergeant said: "If you want to survive on the battlefield, don't worry about this kind of thing. The more you worry about it, the more likely it will happen. Lower your head, crawl forward, throw grenades to clear the trench when you get close to the position, and then the next one."

The second-class soldier closed his mouth and crawled silently.

The group quickly approached the trench. Finally, the lieutenant leading the team at the front gave an order, signaling the whole team to stop moving forward.

The front is the real artillery coverage area. If you move forward, you will really be blown to pieces by friendly artillery fire.

Soon, the order to rest in place came down.

Sergeant Hans breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at the private.

Although he couldn't see the face of the recruit, he instinctively felt his nervousness, so he said again: "Don't worry, the Ante soldiers on the position are recruits like you, and you have trained for six months, fired thousands of bullets, and worked in the labor camp for half a year. Ante's recruits have only trained for three months and fired about fifty bullets!"

Private: "I heard that, and said that Ante's casualties as a defender are much greater than our attackers."

Sergeant Hans nodded: "That's what happened. These recruits probably panicked when they saw the grenade, and they were all killed in an instant. Then we took advantage of the chaos and rushed up. Remember to shout when you meet Ante people. The recruits will panic when they hear the shouting. This is the conclusion I concluded after killing countless Ante recruits."

"Shout? I remember it." The private took a deep breath.

At this time, the shells that had been whistling over everyone's heads suddenly disappeared.

The explosion in front also dissipated, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of rain still making noise.

The silence lasted less than three seconds, and a new order was passed down: "Crawl quickly, the enemy is 50 meters ahead!"

"Here they come!" Sergeant Hans took out a grenade, bit it in his mouth, and began to crawl quickly.

He could hear the second-class soldier's panting. Obviously, the recruits did not complete the fast crawling subject very well. After crawling for a while, their breathing became disordered.

Suddenly, a gunshot was fired from the position in the west.

The sergeant just glanced to the west and continued to move forward.

The second-class soldier behind him stopped and stared at the west in a daze.

When the sergeant heard that the recruit's panting did not follow his own, he immediately turned back, then kicked the recruit's arm and made a "squeaking" sound with his mouth - he couldn't speak because he was biting the grenade.

Fortunately, the second-class soldier woke up, looked at Sergeant Hans, and continued to crawl.

As soon as Hans turned his head to the front, he saw someone in front of him supporting his upper body and throwing a grenade into the trench with a hook.

Then he saw a pair of hands in the trench in the heavy rain catch the grenade and throw it back.

The mud raised by the explosion was like a fountain in the air, and the helmet that was blown away could be seen.

Hans was shocked.

Then more grenades were thrown out of the trench, and a "fence" made of mud suddenly rose in front.

But the heavy rain immediately slapped the mud raised by the explosion back to the ground.

The machine gun sounded, and the long machine gun flames left a bright spot in Sergeant Hans' eyes.

Because the heavy rain caused the vision to be too poor, the machine gunner obviously did not aim carefully, but just fired randomly according to the parameters determined in advance.

The barrage swept over Sergeant Hans's head, making him instinctively lie down, his face close to the ground, lowering his head as much as possible, and praying that the helmet would be reliable once.

He heard the sound of bullets hitting rotten flesh nearby - this sound was obviously different from the "chi" sound made by bullets hitting the mud.

So Sergeant Hans turned his head and saw the corporal on his left lying on the ground, his head tilted to the side, and his helmet had rolled off his head.

The red on the corporal's back was spreading, and it was obvious that the random bullets hit him.

Sergeant Hans cursed, took the grenade out of his mouth, pulled the string and threw it out.

The grenade exploded next to the machine gun fire point. Although it was not thrown into the fire point smoothly, it still stopped the machine gun shooting temporarily.

Sergeant Hans hurriedly continued to crawl forward, while crawling, he encouraged the second-class soldier: "Hurry! In this situation, even if the enemy is a novice, it can easily kill us. We have a chance of winning if we rush into the trenches and fight hand-to-hand!"

Private: "I know, I know! Huhahaha..."

It was obvious that the recruit was so nervous that his breathing became several times heavier, and he looked like a bull.

The machine gun fired again, but it was shooting at the ground behind Sergeant Hans and the private.

At this time, many Proson soldiers had jumped up and rushed into the trench, but these people obviously did not control the trench as quickly as Sergeant Hans expected.

The firing point that should have been dealt with first was still firing.

Sergeant Hans touched another grenade, unscrewed the lid and pulled down the pull ring, held it in his hand for a second before throwing it out with a hook.

This time the grenade fell accurately into the firing point, and the next moment the mud point raised by the explosion collapsed.

Sergeant Hans stood up, holding the submachine gun and leaped to the side of the trench, roared at the inside, and opened fire again.

The submachine gun bullets directly hit the two machine gunners who were knocked down by the grenade.

The third machine gunner just turned the corner of the trench, probably wanting to take over the shooting, and saw Sergeant Hans.

He immediately raised the submachine gun in his hand, but was shot before he pulled the trigger.

Sergeant Hans poured all 30 bullets into the trench in one breath, and then wanted to lie down to change the magazine. At this time, he heard the sound of PPS.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the gunshot, but only saw the shooter's sailor shirt.

Hey, that's not right. When he fell, Sergeant Hans was thinking, weren't they all new recruits? Why didn't they wear the khaki uniform of Ant?

This black uniform with a large lapel, this sailor shirt with the collar exposed, and the streamer on the hat, this is obviously Ant's elite naval infantry! It's the Black Death!

Sergeant Hans' last thought was, I actually killed three Black Deaths with one round, I can be proud.

He fell to the ground, looking at the sky, and the rain kept falling, washing the blood into the soil.

The private behind him saw this and trembled on the ground, not even bothering to throw a grenade.

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With a short burst of fire, Alomeev knocked down the armored grenadiers who were rushing along the trench, and then shouted: "Drive the enemy out of the trench! We have more automatic firepower, we have the advantage!"

The Plosson infantry squad invested all its resources in the squad machine guns. The soldiers had 98k bolt-action guns. Even for the armored grenadiers, submachine guns were not popularized to everyone, and usually only non-commissioned officers had one.

Almost all the naval infantrymen were submachine guns.

In terms of automatic firepower, Ant's side was indeed more advantageous.

With Alomeev's order, the naval infantrymen launched a counterattack against the Plossons who rushed into the trenches.

Alomeev stood up directly, pulled up the St. Andrew's Cross flag of the navy that was inserted next to the command post, held the flag in one hand, and fired with a submachine gun in the other hand.

"Charge! Let's show the Prosen people what the Black Death is today!"

"Hura!"

A deafening "Hura" sounded throughout the battlefield.

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Major General Hope frowned and looked at the staff officer who came to report: "What did you say?"

"Our attack was repelled." said the staff officer.

"By a group of mobilized soldiers?" Hope stood up and slapped the table, "Where can we armored grenadiers put our faces?"

Staff officer: "The front-line report said that the people in the trenches were wearing black uniforms with large lapels, and the flag was not the army's flag, but the blue and white St. Andrew's Cross flag."

Major General Hope was stunned: "Navy infantry? Black Death?"

He looked at his old friend Major General Schneider from the same period of the military academy.

Schneider waved his arms hurriedly: "No, no, no, yesterday they were all mobilized soldiers! We didn't know the Black Death was coming, we didn't know at all!"

Major General Hope cursed: "You have done me a disservice! The Black Deaths all had submachine guns, high morale and skilled tactical movements, and even had a sturdier body than ordinary ANT soldiers, you have done me a disservice!"

He turned to the staff officer: "Is the loss large?"

"We are still counting," the staff officer replied.

Major General Hope shook his head: "It seems that we can only wait for the rain to stop, and then try to use smoke bombs and twice the number of troops to push forward! Your tanks must also go up, and suppress the Black Death with machine gun fire and artillery!"

Major General Schneider patted his chest: "No problem, as long as we can cover the firing range of that assault gun, my tanks can rush up with your grenadiers."

Major General Hope: "We can only wait for the weather to clear up, but... will the weather clear up?"

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"Weather forecast, moderate to heavy rain will continue until this weekend." Pavlov put the report in front of Wang Zhong, "Logistics will suffer, both sides. We also have railways and ships, and the enemy will suffer."

Wang Zhong: "It's a pity that we can't send out planes to strafe the Proson convoy stuck on the road in this rainy day."

Popov: "We can only send out planes after the ice freezes over. I hope the Proson people have prepared enough winter clothes this time."

At this time, a communications staff ran over and said loudly: "Report, the train maintenance plant has been lost."

Wang Zhong: "It's finally lost. Not bad, we resisted for a day and a half."

Pavlov was confirming the details: "How did you know it was lost? Did the 561st Division report it?"

Communications staff: "When we called the division headquarters, we heard the Proson language, and then the call was disconnected."

Popov sighed: "It seems that the Proson people took down the division headquarters together with the division headquarters."

It was "Wang Zhong" who stood up, walked to the Abawahan city defense map, personally erased the icon of the train maintenance plant, and then pointed to the red "duanzi" on the unknown highland and said: "In this way, the first The only thing left in the defense line is this nameless high ground. If we continue to defend it, it will become a salient. "

Pavlov: "But if the nameless heights are lost, the enemy will have a good artillery observation post, and the subsequent battle will become difficult. How about waiting a little longer? It happens that the nameless heights are very close to the second line of defense. Waiting for the enemy It’s not too late to form a pincer offensive near the unknown heights and then retreat.”

Wang Zhong looked at the map and thought for a while, then asked Pavlov: "How much ammunition do you think the enemy has left? With their current consumption, are they almost running out of their previous reserves?"

Pavlov thought for a while and said: "There shouldn't be many, I just don't know how much they have added in the past two days. The Air Force's reconnaissance before the rain showed that the enemy's transportation lines were restored very quickly, and they were also equipped with anti-aircraft guns. The air force cannot attack easily."

Wang Zhong nodded: "Then let Wuming Highland hold on for a while and try. Maybe the enemy will stop tomorrow to wait for supplies."

Pavlov nodded, picked up the receiver and began to give orders.

Popov said to Wang Zhong: "The real pressure will come after the muddy period is over, right?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, the ground has just frozen and it is not too cold yet. The Prosins should still be able to charge."

Popov: "I hope that by then our troop shortage problem will be properly resolved."

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry, it will be solved. Everything will be fine when the First Mobile Group Army arrives."