Hordes of shells rushed headlong into the group of soldiers, and the soldiers who had just left the fortified artillery holes were attacked by artillery fire.

The more war is fought, the more shrewd the means, and the more the means are fought, the more cruel it becomes. The artillery fire, which had already extended, turned back and covered the shooting again, and on the positions that had just been bombarded, almost no one thought about it.

The falling shells overturned the heavy mortars that had just been erected, and the dust kicked up buried the placed shells. Sharp, flying shrapnel took life one by one.

Paul, who was still kissing Linda just now, with a cheek blackened by the gunfire. Kochagin was suddenly knocked to the ground by Linda. Almost at the same moment, a cannonball fell heavily.

The sound of the explosion made the position like a small boat between the flames of hell, floating and shaking. All of them could only lie on the ground, clutching their heads, and praying for their fragile lives in the midst of the almost maddening fire.

At the same time, Paul. Kochagin was glancing around with his eyes open. Although the constant flying cannonballs made his neck clench, he still managed to keep his eyes wide with horror.

Once again, covered artillery fire plowed the entire position, and the combat-ready soldiers were heavily wounded under such a bombardment.

The 75-mm howitzer (mountain artillery) of the cavalry equipped with a short barrel and towed by a jeep overturned into the ground, and the 120-mm heavy mortar fell next to it.

Paul stumbling. Kochagin stumbled across the position, and everywhere he looked, there were flames and mangled corpses.

The first rays of dawn shine in the sky, before the sun peeks out, and the light that covers the earth is a gray full of vicissitudes.

"Linda ——!"

His voice echoed through the battlefield like a child of grievances.

As far as the eye could see, the reserve gunners of each artillery squad came out of the anti-artillery holes one by one, and together with the gunners who were not dead, they lifted the cannons up again, digging shells in the dust.

Paul. Kochagin found that this was a very cruel choice. Although the wounded soldier was still moaning nearby, no one came to their aid for the sake of their own lives, because there was a voice that terrified everyone even more.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

This was not the sound of artillery bombardment, and the battlefield became quite calm after the shelling stopped. The sound of a heartbeat is almost audible, and these are the sounds of armored vehicles that have long been familiar with the sound of armored vehicles blowing in the completely grassy wind on the savannah.

"Prepare yourself, brave soldiers, to overturn those tortoise shells!"

Paul. At this moment, Kochagin couldn't help but put down everything else, and even he forgot about Linda, who had just pushed him, and didn't bother to see where she was.

The jeep driver, the cook, the stretcher bearer, everything that could be used, were all summoned by Paul Kochakin. The battle was about to begin, and artillery fire was crucial for the position commanded by the regimental commander in front, "Roaring Babin". Vital for the entire team of more than a thousand servicemen.

In such a situation, everything else is left behind.

Otherwise, how can it be said that the battlefield will make people's hearts become cold and hard, otherwise how can it be affirmed that only soldiers who have been on the battlefield can fully understand what things should be paid attention to at what time.

This kind of training is not something that anyone who lives in peacetime and has an education can really understand.

The reason, the reason is very simple, no one in peacetime will easily face the most serious test of life, "life and death". What is the right choice when faced with such a test?

Obviously "survival" is not the only right choice, for example, now, Paul. Can or should Kochagin throw all this and run backwards and run for his own life?

Sometimes, the survival of the individual is not comparable to the survival of the whole collective! In addition, the survival of the collective is the most basic premise of the survival of an individual.

For example, for these warriors who died in battle, does victory or survival still mean anything to them?

"Attention artillerymen, target mobile armored vehicles...... Aim for ......"

Paul. Kochagin watched through the artillery team and saw the rolling torrent of armor that was galloping on the opposite side.

In front, there is a French-made "Renault tank" with a 37-mm gun. As mentioned earlier, these guys are nothing more than imitations, improved varieties of the "Gray Wolf Tank".

Behind, are those tracked armored combat vehicles. At this time, the bullets of the 12.7 mm twin machine gun and the 7.62 mm Makmi machine gun had already dragged a red trajectory across the grassland in the early morning like some flying insects.

The morning light became even heavier, and even without the help of flares, everything was still vivid.

Paul. Kochagin could see clearly in the artillery mirror, and the armored vehicles in action were spraying tongues of fire. From time to time, tank guns fired, as if like the bright flashes of a camera.

But his order was still only aiming, and the commander of the gunner group had to stand aside and continue to observe through the gunner's mirror.

"Whew...... Woo......"

There was a sound of wind in the sky, and then there was a whistling of artillery fire from the rear, the divisional artillery group, against these moving armored targets.

"Damn you, it's time to stop!"

Paul. Kochagin stared through the artillery mirrors, staring closely at the armored targets that were still moving. The "pillars" of the earth formed by the explosion of heavy artillery shells rose straight up, and they could hit them at a considerable distance, and did not play much role in such a fast-moving cluster of armor.

He also knew that his artillery was not so effective against these guys, especially when they were moving. The shrapnel of the shells did not cause them any serious damage.

The only hope was when they approached the infantry line and briefly stopped to shoot to cover the armored infantry to seize the position. Only the curved guns under your own command can carry out better strikes!

Moreover, there was only one chance, because when the tanks and armoured fighting vehicles in front seized the infantry positions, the opponent's 75-mm French self-propelled guns mounted on armored vehicles, including those also from the Chinese Federation and towed in jeeps, would immediately take position.

"So, there is only one chance to strike at them, and then they will be caught in an artillery battle with the other side! If you can do two attacks......"

This was the anxious thought he had in his heart as he stared at the mirror.

At this time, more shells streaked across the sky, and not only those that flew forward, but also those from the division's heavy artillery group. There were also heavy artillery shells that flew from the other side and were suppressed. As mentioned earlier, the clash between the artillery groups began.

It was at this most critical juncture that the sound of airplanes came from the sky. Paul. Kochagin looked away from the artillery mirror and looked out into the sky.

"Pay attention to air defense, get your anti-aircraft machine guns ready!"

He roared loudly in anger.

The artillery of the cavalry regiment was relatively well equipped, and all the equipment came from the Chinese Federation. These powerful jeeps are towing mortars or mountain guns, and they also have a machine gun on board.

An artillery squad is generally equipped with two jeeps, one to tow artillery and the other to tow ammunition. The jeeps were now parked between some sandbags, and the machine-gun shooters were in the position of the scurrying shooters.

Of course, this is not all the air defense forces in the artillery team, and several twin-mounted 12.7 mm machine guns towed by jeeps are the main means of air defense of the artillery team. In particular, when dealing with those old biplane "Camel" and "Newbau" aircraft, this machine gun has more advantages.

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————————————————————————————————————— while watching his machine gunner take position, for some reason Paul. Kochagin suddenly had a very bad guess. The war had been going on for a long time from the pre-dawn darkness to now, and he did not see the planes of his own side.

Neither the fighter planes engaged the enemy aircraft nor the artillery planes fired at the school fire did not appear. In normal times, it is an abnormal thing.

The Air Force does not rest, and the services on the ground will always feel at ease. Having their own planes overhead will also give the services on the ground more confidence in holding their positions.

"Why haven't they shown up yet!"

Paul. Kochagin looked at the sky behind him suspiciously, it was empty. It is often seen that the foreign trade type "Saber ABZ" from the Chinese Federation did not appear in the sky.

When he turned his head, he couldn't help but shout loudly.

"Shooting, anti-aircraft shooting......"

In the sky, the "Camel" and "Newburg", which were converted into ground attack aircraft, had been converted into ground attack aircraft, and the "Camel" and "Newburg" had swooped down from the sky.

Rockets dragging feathered tongues of fire were fired from the sky. If you look at Kochakin's position, you will see that the rockets are almost coming at the artillery positions.

"Enemy aircraft attack!"

As usual, Paul. Kochagin shouted wildly to alert his men to attention. At the same time, he shrunk and hid in the corner of the trench.

As he lay down at the bottom of the trench, he looked expectantly at the sky, especially behind him. It was still empty, and the fast and powerful Sabre planes did not appear in the sky.

"If those guys were here, there wouldn't be such a problem!"

This is Paul. Kochagin's words of emotion, but what he didn't expect was that today they had to rely entirely on ground forces to hold on to the land under them.

As for the planes in the sky, they can't come! In the face of the attack of armored clusters, this is definitely not good news!

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