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Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 806 - 40 "The Rise and Bankruptcy of the Theory of Quick Victory
Chapter 806: Chapter 40 “The Rise and Bankruptcy of the Theory of Quick Victory
November 3, 1030 hours, the Guard Heavy Breakthrough Tank Group breaks through the frontline.
The Guard Heavy Breakthrough Tank Group reinforced the 11th Tank Army and charged together with the army’s T34W tanks.
The reinforcement of this army was because, according to aerial reconnaissance, it was likely to be counterattacked by the Prosen Armored Troops.
Though the Rokossovsky Type equipped by the Heavy Breakthrough Tank Group is called a “breakthrough tank”, currently, the troops prefer to use it to counter the Prosen tank forces.
The same applies to the T54s of the Independent Armored Brigade, and it’s said that this principle has already been written into the new tank combat manual, which is being used by tank operators and senior officers of tank troops in training.
Of course, if all tank armies were equipped with the T54, there wouldn’t be so much trouble, but currently, the production capacity of the T54 simply cannot keep up.
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“Revenge for the Heroic Brother”, a heavy tank, is at the very front of the entire attack column, with Podoliskov observing the forefront with a telescope.
They had already charged through the defensive line held by the Prosen 377th Infantry Division and were advancing deeper.
Radio chatter from the 11th Tank Army’s tank operators could be heard.
“Why is it that this time our breakthrough distance is so short? In the summer, we charged two hundred kilometers in one go.”
“The Marshal has his considerations; you just need to follow orders.”
“But the Marshal taught us to be more autonomous. I think we should just sprint all the way into Melania and let our Melania Davarish return to their homeland!”
“That’s possible! How many days did it take for Prosen to occupy Melania back then? Thirty days? We can liberate Melania in thirty days and fire the cannons into Plowsonia!”
“No, that won’t work, can’t you read a map? There’s an Oder River between Melania and the Prosen Capital in Plowsonia.”
“The river must be frozen in winter! Go all out to cross it, and end the war before Christmas!”
Laughter erupted over the radio, suddenly interrupted by the Military Bishop: “Enough! What did the Marshal say? Arrogant soldiers will fail! Hasty victories are not desirable!”
The previously lively radio channel suddenly quieted down.
The Military Bishop continued: “Those who were just making a fuss, during tonight’s rest, voluntarily copy down the Marshal’s writings! Understand the Marshal’s spirit!”
There were sparse responses from the radio; however, the Bishop didn’t press further: “Now, brace yourselves and fight properly! The battlefield will devour those who are cavalier in attitude!”
Podoliskov clicked his tongue; he personally felt this Military Bishop’s approach was a bit rigid, thinking it’s no wonder the 11th Tank Army still harbors thoughts of a swift victory, all due to the Bishop’s incompetence.
Of course, he wouldn’t voice this out loud; he was just temporarily reinforcing this army for combat, separating after the campaign ends.
Podoliskov was observing the front using his telescope, his gaze passing over a haystack.
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Suddenly, he brought his view back, focusing on the haystack.
No mistake, that was a fake tank made using a haystack for camouflage; the enemy’s tanks were lying in ambush!
Podoliskov: “Everyone, be alert, enemy tanks ahead!”
He switched to internal communication mode.
“Adjust five degrees to the left, aim at that haystack! Prepare for emergency stop and fire!”
No sooner had he spoken when the haystack was suddenly blown away by the muzzle blast of a cannon.
An armor-piercing shell hit accurately — striking a T34W almost two hundred meters away from Podoliskov!
Podoliskov turned his head and saw the Prosen’s armor-piercing shell bouncing off the ground far behind the T34W.
Was it a miss?
But the T34 stopped, and the bloodied tank operator began to jump out, and the infantry on board rolled off in haste.
The enemy’s armor-piercing shell had cleanly pierced through the T34W!
Podoliskov switched back to radio mode: “Attention, the enemy is equipped with new armor-piercing bullets!”
More enemy tanks opened fire.
Moments ago, jovial tank operators of the 11th Tank Army were now screaming.
“I can’t see the enemy!”
“In the village ahead, you idiot!”
“That village is two kilometers away!”
“I’ve been hit! Turret stuck, the driver’s dead!”
Since the enemy’s armor-piercing shells weren’t abundant, not many T34Ws caught fire, but more and more T34Ws were coming to a halt.
At this moment, the Gunner shouted: “I’ve completed the range finding, we can make an emergency stop.”
“Stop! Fire!”
Podoliskov relayed two commands in one breath.
The Gunner fired almost instantly upon stopping, evidently compensating for the swaying caused by the abrupt stop with his experience.
Podoliskov saw the cannonball hit the haystack through the telescope, but unfortunately, due to the hay, it wasn’t clear if it had a destructive effect, so he ordered: “Fire again, not sure if they are destroyed!”
Right at that moment, the enemy tanks activated, breaking away from the camouflage made of hay, revealing their true forms.
A chill went down Podoliskov’s spine, and he immediately shouted into the microphone: “It’s the enemy’s new tanks! T34Ws can’t handle them, release smoke now!”
Actually, the 11th Tank Army had already deployed smoke, but after Podoliskov’s command, more units fired Smoke Bombs — this smoke launching device was forcibly requested by the Marshal to be installed on the T34Ws, reportedly to allow the T34Ws to quickly obscure the enemy’s line of sight and escape when encountering Prosen Armored Troops.
Over the radio, the corps commander of the 11th Tank Army said: “Guard heavy tanks, it’s up to you now, we’ll deal with the enemy infantry!”
“Don’t worry.”
Actually, Podoliskov felt a bit uneasy; after losing a Gunner last time, he knew the defense of the Rokossovsky Type was not as invincible as everyone thought.