Cannon Fire Arc-Chapter 877 - 15 Artillery Preparation

Chapter 877: Chapter 15 Artillery Preparation

Captain Evans led his ragtag “small squad” in the dark past a hedge and came to the side of a low wall.

On the other side of the low wall was a road; not far away, behind another hedge, a Prosen anti-aircraft gun was firing.

Priest: “Shouldn’t we eliminate the anti-aircraft gun? It would save more people from getting their leg bags shot off.”

Evans: “First, it’s a blessing that the anti-aircraft shells exploding only caused leg bags to be lost. Second, right now, our only weapons are my small pistol and your Bible.”

“The Bible can lift spirits and sometimes has more power than firearms,” the Priest said solemnly, “But you’re right, the Bible is useless now.”

At this moment, they heard a crisp “click” sound from the hedge behind them.

Evans gestured to the Priest to keep quiet, pulling out a device and clicking twice in response with two “clacks.”

The next moment, a small squad dashed out of the woods. The leading sergeant immediately recognized Evans: “Captain?”

“Hello, Sergeant.”

Sergeant: “Captain, our drop zone is definitely wrong. Besides Bob, the rest behind me are all brothers from the 101st. Did we land on the 101st’s drop zone?”

No sooner had he spoken than someone from the 101st replied: “But we didn’t find our sergeant or captain; maybe they landed on your drop zone.”

Captain Evans: “You heard it, there’s a Prosen anti-aircraft gun on the other side of the hedge. Let’s go over, take it out, and see if they have an enemy deployment map. With the map, we’ll know where we landed.”

Sergeant: “Using the Prosen deployment map sounds like a plan. I’ve heard their deployment maps are very detailed. But here’s the problem: do you know Prosenese, Captain?”

“I know a little, enough to read a map. Plus, I studied their military cartography, know how they draw maps. Any extra weapons? Give me one.”

“None, Captain, but after we take down the Prosen gun, you can use what we capture.”

“Let’s do that, give me a grenade just in case.”

The sergeant immediately unslung a grenade from his neck and handed it to Evans.

“Move out!”

After Evans’ order, the 101st soldiers scaled the low wall, crossed the road, and dived into the hedge on the other side.

Evans himself also climbed over and followed. While passing through the hedge, a Thompson’s gunfire rang out, accompanied by the Prosen’s shout: “Achtung (Attention)!”

The sound of grenade explosions came, followed closely by the rapid fire of a Garand rifle.

The rapid shots ended with a crisp “ping,” characteristic of the Garand semi-automatic rifle.

The barrage from the anti-aircraft gun stopped. Evans crawled through the hedge, seeing the silhouette of the anti-aircraft gun and the Prosens fallen at the gunner’s position.

The sergeant ran over, thrusting an MP40 into Evans’ hands, then handing over a Prosen magazine pouch.

“Captain, your weapon.”

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“Thank you.” Evans nodded, “Find the enemy’s deployment map.”

“Here it is!”

The voice came from a brightly lit small house beside the gun position, and Evans hurried over, pushing the door open to see the defense zone map hanging inside.

The 101st soldier who found the house stepped back to make room.

Evans studied the Prosen map carefully and cursed: “Our current location is neither our division’s drop zone nor the 101st’s; we are about ten miles off.”

Sergeant: “What do we do?”

“It’s just ten miles, we’ll head towards the designated battalion position, gather our people along the way, and take down any Prosen we encounter.”

Saying this, Evans tore the Prosen map off the wall, folded it twice, and stuffed it into his pocket.

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Erwin Rommel had just sat down in the half-track vehicle when General Speer’s Jeep pulled into the headquarters.

The General jumped out, staring at the half-track for a few seconds before hurrying over: “Marshal! Marshal, you can’t leave the headquarters, the Resistance Organization has become active and is ambushing our troops everywhere!”

“I need to go personally to the 21st Armored Division and command them to launch an attack,” the Marshal said, “During the Carolingian campaign, I personally commanded an armored division to the Jialai Seaside, and now I will replicate that success.”

“We can contact the 21st Arm by radio! The Resistance Organization is everywhere; at least until dawn, you shouldn’t leave the headquarters! The Resistance have the advantage at night! They know the terrain and can ambush us!”

“Once it gets light, the landing will begin!”

“Once it gets light, we can resume contact with the 21st Armored Division.”

Erwin: “If I personally lead the 21st Arm, I can adapt to changes, don’t worry.”

Saying this, he climbed into the half-track, shouting, “Move out!”

General Speer then came down from the footboard of the half-track, stepping back to watch the armored convoy of nine vehicles exit the headquarters courtyard in single file.

The General’s Deputy Officer reassured, “Nine armored vehicles; the Resistance can’t take down such a large armored convoy.”

“Hope so,” General Speer sighed, “With the enemy at the gates, the Commander-in-Chief runs off to personally lead an armored division!”

Deputy Officer: “Maybe the Marshal wants to emulate Marshal Rocossov.”

“Rocossov wouldn’t dash to the front lines now! Those reports of him being at the front must be fabricated, with staged photos!” Admiral Schmidt waved a hand, turning and striding into the Western Front Command, “With the Commander not here, we must do our duty. Has communication with the Asgard Knights been restored?”

Deputy Officer: “Don’t know, like you, I’ve just arrived at headquarters.”