"Stop advancing! Stop! Stop rushing. There is a ring of German fortifications ahead, full of machine guns and cannons! Pull back and wait for fire coverage!"
"Sturgeon No. 1, Sturgeon No. 1, request artillery support! Artillery attack coordinates 3, 2, 2, 4, the target is the enemy fortification group, request immediate fire coverage! I repeat, request immediate fire coverage!"
"Reckless" and "silly" are actually two descriptions that may seem similar but have completely different meanings on the battlefield.
There was a time when Germany naively believed that Alsim belonged to the latter, or both.
However, these Germans are now either going to see the Kaiser to report on their work, or they are going to prisoner-of-war camps to report and participate in repairing the earth.
Only those people around Alsim who know him best know that Alsim’s true face definitely belongs to the former, and has nothing to do with the latter. If you think he is stupid, you can only say that he is doing this to confuse people.
The enemy's camouflage is really effective.
The company lieutenant further forward was calling on the soldiers further forward to retreat quickly. Before the Germans noticed something strange here and launched a huge amount of firepower, they quickly retreated to a relatively safe area for temporary evasion.
Alsim, who was further back, returned to the infantry fighting vehicle with two soldiers assigned to protect him, but it was really unclear who was protecting whom.
Sitting down next to the open door of the infantry cabin, he grabbed the command vehicle's dedicated radio handpiece hanging on the cabin wall and roared at the top of his lungs. Alsim, who was so full of adrenaline that his head was full of adrenaline, didn't care about his attitude at the moment.
No matter what those were, he only knew that he needed fire support now, and he needed it immediately.
The command-type BMP43 infantry fighting vehicle, which is specially equipped for combat units at the company level and above, has made some design adjustments. A large part of the ammunition rack that originally accommodated the 25mm main gun magazine was removed, resulting in the main gun of the whole vehicle being removed.
The amount of ammunition available has been reduced by more than half.
The benefit brought by this is a higher-power multi-band radio station, which is enough to allow commanders at the company level and above who are in urgent need of artillery support on the front line to contact artillery support at any time and anywhere, provided that the authorization is obtained and your
The command vehicle has not been destroyed, or the vehicle cannot be found.
This is part of a synthetic adaptation, a battlefield capability that the Red Army has never had before and has become widespread.
As for whether it is effective?
Everyone on this battlefield, including those on the opposite side who originally thought that the fortifications protecting them were impregnable enough, will soon know the final answer.
"Copy that, we're on our way! Please hold on, artillery support will be here soon!"
"Better hurry up! It's urgent here! The call is over, over!"
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Different from the immediacy of direct artillery support, direct-aiming artillery support has the advantages of high accuracy and high killing efficiency, but the process of moving from one tactical position to another takes time. It is limited by the aiming field of view.
The direct artillery fire support and the range of fire restrictions are not always available on call. Alsim must persist until those "immediate" artillery support arrives, and there is no other choice.
"How's it going? Can anyone respond to us? Did you call the cannon?"
The leader division has a lot of artillery, but at this moment there are more units on the battlefield that need artillery support, and their number is definitely greater than those of large-caliber direct-aiming support artillery.
Facing the company officer's uncertain questions, Alsim, who listened to all directions and looked in all directions, checked the situation around, reloaded the assault rifle in his hand, and at the same time spoke to the good brother beside him without thinking.
"The self-propelled artillery responded. They will be here soon! Stay here and don't move. Wait for the big guys to come and follow them. We have plenty of time to spend with these fascists."
Woohoo——
"Mortar!!! Get down!!!"
Boom——
"Suka!!!"
For a moment, he felt dizzy and dizzy, and his ears were filled with an extremely long "buzzing sound". Alsim raised his head, struggled to get up from the ground quickly, and had no time to confirm whether he was injured. He only knew
Since he could still move, he was not dead and the problem was not serious, so he quickly checked on the situation of his brothers around him.
"Is everything okay? Is there anyone with a broken arm or leg or a meeting with Comrade Lenin?"
The Alsim people are also rough in their words, and even the soldiers under him are careless and careless. When they go to the battlefield and are extremely excited, they look like a group of orcs fighting frantically.
"It's okay, he's still alive."
"I'm fine! The shell exploded above the trench, not under our feet."
"Fuck the German mortar, I'm going to put the shells in his shithole later to pad his ass!"
Luck once again favored Alsim and his brothers. The small-caliber mortar shell that exploded at the edge of the trench but not at the same level failed to produce any results.
If I had to say the biggest result, it would be to make several cuts on the face of a combat engineer, but the length and depth were not fatal enough, but half of the face was slowly bleeding, which looked a bit scary.
"Can you still make it? Ishenko. If you can't hold on any longer, go down first. I'll let the chariot pull you away. The car is just outside. You can get there by following the traffic ditch behind."
The company officer who recovered faster than Alsim asked about the situation while waiting for support, and the only answer he had was the words that he blurted out without even thinking.
"No withdrawal! No withdrawal! The blood shed by the Mariupol steel workers is molten iron. Let those fascist bastards see how powerful we Ukrainians are!"
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Not everyone is born an anti-Fascist fighter, and not everyone becomes an elite combat engineer as soon as they join the army.
Many of Alsim's men are not even professional soldiers, at least not originally.
Among them are steel workers, farmers who work the land, and delivery boys who serve the neighbors in centralized department stores.
If it hadn't been for this war, perhaps everyone would now be performing their duties in their respective jobs and doing their best for the development and construction of the motherland.
But now, everyone is squatting in this trench with unkempt hair but high morale. Everyone gathered around Alsim has a common name: the glorious leader division combat engineer, which for any Red Army infantry soldier
It can definitely be regarded as one of the pinnacle honors in a military career. Even if you become a general many years later, it is definitely worth recalling this moment.
"Then take the gun and load the bullets! Wipe the blood on your face and don't cover your eyes. Follow me and continue to pull out the intestines of those fascists and strangle them to death!"
"Yes, Comrade Company Commander!"
Click, click, click, click—
The steel tracks held up the heavy armored body, rolling the blood-soaked earth. The sound of grinding could be heard from far to near. When he raised his head and glanced at the company officer outside the trench, he was suddenly pleasantly surprised.