Chapter 516 Yegorov Strikes Back

Yegorov had enough to eat and drink, and he took the Willys Jeep and led the troops straight to the unknown highlands.

When he got to the high ground, he jumped out of the car and his first words were: "Huo, there are so many destroyed Prosen tanks. It's almost as fast as last year's Shostka blockade."

The guard driving the car was shocked: "With so many tank wrecks, can't they catch up with Shostka?"

Yegorov nodded: "Yes, and we didn't have vortex at that time. We used Zis-3 and Zis30 anti-tank guns. The 57mm gun can penetrate enough, but its power is poor. It often kills one person only after it penetrates." Both men and the rest of the Prossen tankers ran away."

At this time, two men dressed as navy emerged from the trench. The leader had the rank of brigadier general and his right hand was wrapped in a bandage and hung on his chest.

He came to Yegorov and saluted with his left hand: "Aromeyev of the 393rd Naval Infantry Brigade, the front army headquarters called and said that you are here to change defenses."

Yegorov responded: "First Mobile Army Guards 1st Mobile Yegorov, thank you for your hard work. Leave it to us next. Is the loss big?"

"Your question is really unreasonable." The Marine Infantry Brigadier smiled bitterly, "I can only tell you that it's okay. Our brigade was not completely wiped out on the position, and there are only a dozen or so moving vehicles left in the vortex."

Yegorov: "The eddy current loss is so big?"

"Most of them were blown up by enemy artillery fire. Only four were blown up by enemy infantry who touched the side with grenades. The Prosans have a new type of grenade that can be sucked into the outer armor of armored vehicles. Bring it over!"

After Aromeev shouted, an infantryman came over with a funnel-like thing and handed it to Yegorov.

Yegorov looked at it for a moment and waved it like a mallet: "What is this? A melee weapon? I did hear that Prosen's combat engineers will be equipped with hammers..."

Aromeev pointed to the wide opening of the funnel and said: "This end can be attracted to the armor of the tank. We all think this thing is like a magnet because it has no attraction for people."

Yegorov changed his left hand to hold the thing, and gently touched the bottom of the thing with the fingers of his right hand. There was indeed no feeling of being stuck or anything like that.

Then Yegorov turned around and slapped the thing on the guard's bobosa. Sure enough, the iron part was sucked in, making a clanging sound.

Then Yegorov pointed at the tail of the thing and said: "Is this thing the same as Prosen's wooden handle grenade? You have to twist the cover to take out the tab and cable?"

"Yes, after you twist it away, you will see a very long rope. As long as you run forward with your fingers on the rope, the bomb will be activated." Aromeyev explained.

Yegorov put his finger through the ring and was about to pull back. The guard was so frightened that he shouted: "General!"

"It won't work." Yegorov smiled, "I won't test my guards. So have you tried it?"

"No, how can we test it on the battlefield? We gathered the captured things together, took them down after preparing to change defenses, and handed them over to professionals for analysis and research, such as the Inquisition." Aromeyev said.

Yegorov was very surprised. He pulled this thing off the guard's bobosha with force, held it in his hand while weighing it and said: "You don't want to keep this new weapon of the Prossen people to defend the position?" ?”

Aromeyev: “Because we saw that the Prosins used this thing and found it difficult to use it. This thing is too heavy and difficult to throw. Because of the high momentum when thrown, it often cannot be firmly attached to the tank.

"The Prosens rushed to the tank and carefully put their heads on the tank's armor. After observing their operations, we felt that when they were already at that distance, it was better to throw Molotov cocktails (incendiary bombs) , can destroy tanks.

"Cocktails don't need to be put on the face, they can be thrown in the trench. But if we use Proson's funnel, we have to get out of the trench and lie down next to the tank."

Yegorov looked down at the "big funnel" in his hand again: "Plosin...got a useless piece of equipment?"

Aromeev: "It can't be said that it was useless. Four vortexes were destroyed. But it was mainly because our soldiers were stunned when they found out that the Prosins were holding this thing. They didn't expect it to be an anti-tank weapon."

The naval infantryman who brought the things interjected: "We don't know what this is. We really don't know. When they saw them putting it on the destroyer truck, someone reacted and shot Proson's demolitioner. As a result, he The weight of the body pulled the ring apart.

"Then someone who knew what it was yelled: 'Keep the person with the funnel away from the destroyer!'"

Yegorov looked at the thing in his hand, and the scene in his mind came to mind when someone shouted "Don't let the person with the funnel get close to the destroyer" during the battle.

Aromeyev: "No one knew at that time why we should prevent the person holding the funnel from approaching the destroyer, but since the enemy wanted to do this, we should stop it, so after the first four results, the Prosins did not gain any more As a result, we seized a bunch of these things that didn't explode."

Yegorov looked confused: "Is this the Prosen army that beat us to the point of losing our armor?"

At this time, the naval infantry sergeant behind Aromeev said: "Maybe it is the same as the Prosin grenade. I captured that grenade. It is very complicated. It took me a long time to study it before I knew how to use it. It was so troublesome. It's fatal - but if you follow the instructions exactly, you can accurately hit the grenade into the bunker's firing port."

Yegorov's eyes widened: "Plosans still have such equipment?"

At this time, the commander of the 225th Division's Destroyer Battalion also came over. He knew Yegorov, so he did not introduce himself after saluting: "You are here! My battalion only has half of the vortex left, and the shells are almost finished. We We have to withdraw to rest, there are several vortex crawlers or their engines are broken, and they are left on the position to serve as fixed turrets for you. "

Yegorov nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work. Our own vortex should arrive tomorrow, and the anti-tank gun should be unloading. It will arrive in the afternoon."

"Then good luck to you."

"Wait a minute," Yegorov raised the funnel in his hand, "What do you think of this thing?"

"How can I see it? Just like the staggered road wheels of the new Prosen tank we destroyed, I can't understand it. I was shocked." The commander of the annihilation battalion spread his hands, "What I don't understand is that they all rushed It’s on the tank’s face. Wouldn’t it be better to throw a Molotov cocktail? As far as I know, there is no tank that can avoid using Molotov cocktails. Just throw it on the engine radiator cover.”

Yegorov took one last look at the thing in his hand and handed it back to the naval infantryman who had just sent it: "Take it away. I have seen enough. Let's see what the scientists in the equipment department have to say."

The naval infantry took the things over and said: "Actually, we should be happy. The Proscenians used their resources to make such useless things. If they made useful weapons, the losses from the vortex would be even greater."

Yegorov nodded: "You are right."

Aromeev from the 393rd Brigade: "Then I'll leave first?"

"No, wait a minute, you are familiar with the situation of the position. Let me ask you, if I want to counterattack, which place can best improve the situation on the highlands by capturing it?" Yegorov asked in the most sincere tone, even though he had a higher military rank.

Aromeyev pointed to the factory building in the rain in the distance: "Do you see there? That's an agricultural machinery station and a factory for repairing tractors. It's a reinforced concrete building. When we arrived, it had already been occupied by the Prosin army.

"If you can take it back, put the Deshka heavy machine gun on the window of the factory building, and you can form a crossfire with us."

Aromeev gestured.

Yegorov nodded: "Indeed, the factory and the high ground are only one thousand meters away. The 14.5mm Deshka can hit it and just hit the side of the enemy's light armor. If I deploy another Crusader anti-aircraft gun there... …”

The 40mm Bofors machine gun of the Crusader self-propelled anti-aircraft gun will definitely make the Plosans who attack the highlands suffer.

Yegorov: "Okay, that's our counterattack target. The reconnaissance camp!"

Soon the commander of the reconnaissance battalion ran to Yegorov: "Report!"

"Organize an investigation, just at the agricultural machinery station and the maintenance shop next to it. Find out the enemy's defense situation as soon as possible. It's best to catch his tongue."

"Yes!" The reconnaissance battalion commander saluted, turned around and trotted away.

Yegorov looked at Aromeyev: "Thank you for the information you provided, leave it to us."

Instead of saluting, he held out his hand.

Aromeev: "My right hand is injured."

"Sorry." Yegorov quickly changed his hand to the other hand.

Aromeyev took his hand and squeezed his palm very hard: "I wish you good luck."

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At noon on October 22, the joint headquarters of the 9th Armored Division and the 9th Panzergrenadier Division of the 14th Armored Corps in Plossen.

Major General Schneider suddenly frowned and looked up outside: "What's going on? The sound of artillery? Will Rokossov also shell and harass during the day?"

Schneider's adjutant shouted "quiet", all the staff in the entire headquarters stopped, and the noisy headquarters fell completely silent.

Then, the sound that sounded like muffled thunder in the distance became clear.

Major General Schneider cursed: "There are heavy artillery, no, it's the explosion of the heavy artillery that can travel so far!"

Major General Hope turned around and shouted: "Quickly confirm where the bombardment is!"

Soon a staff officer reported: "The artillery attack was on the area occupied by the 20th Grenadier Division next to it. It seems to be an agricultural machinery station they occupied yesterday."

Major General Schneider came to the map: "Where? Here?"

He pointed to a sign on the map.

"That should be it," the staff officer replied, "The nameless highland is on the outskirts of the city, and there is only this all-concrete building within sight."

Major General Schneider frowned: "I personally went to the front line to see the terrain. If this agricultural machinery station is captured, it will form a crossfire with the artillery fire on the unknown highland. At least it will be very difficult to attack on this side of the highland!"

He picked up a pencil and quickly drew a triangle on the map, embedded between the agricultural machinery station and the unknown highland.

"I'm going to call 20 Pretender! Hurry!"