Cannon Fire Arc

After the tank operators lay down a few meters away, the explosions only appeared belatedly.

Evans was stunned; he hadn't studied armored warfare at West Point Military Academy, but now it seemed there really were quite a few benefits to not using armor!

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The Division Commander of the 21st Armored Division stood on the armored command vehicle, observing the enemies in the forest through binoculars.

"Deputy Officer, radio all crew, the enemy tanks have no turrets, just small anti-shields. Machine gun fire into the forest can effectively take them down!"

"Yes, sir."

The order was swiftly executed, and the green tracer bullets from the Prosen machine guns illuminated the forest.

The efficiency of the enemy's attack visibly decreased.

The Division Commander put down the binoculars and smugly said, "How could we be defeated by such cobbled-together tanks? Deploy an armored company to flank them; it doesn't seem like those tank cannons have a 360-degree rotation mechanism. Flanking them will wipe them out!"

"Yes, sir."

The Division Commander watched with satisfaction as an armored company of 18 Leopard tanks circled to the side of the forest.

At that moment, the leading Leopard tank was hit.

Flames shot out from the gun turret door over a meter high!

Immediately after, a tank that the Division Commander had never seen before crossed the hedgerow.

Division Commander: "What the hell?"

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"It's the Pershing!"

Evans heard the senior sergeant who lost his tank shouting.

"It's the Super Pershing tanks of the Third Armored Division! Hit them hard!"

One after another, Super Pershings crossed the hedgerow, using their 90mm guns to open up the unsuspecting Prosen tanks.

However, the Prosens had realized it, and a Pershing was hit, seemingly without penetration, but the turret stopped rotating.

Evidently, the experienced Prosen tank operators, not knowing the Pershing's defensive capabilities, chose to aim at the turret ring.

Evans watched the tank battle unfolding outside the forest through his binoculars, completely forgetting that he was also on the battlefield.

"Captain!" A loud shout from a subordinate brought him back to reality, "Enemy infantry are advancing!"

Evans quickly turned around, and sure enough, he saw Prosen infantry trying to approach under the cover of tank wreckage.

"Open fire! Machine guns, open fire! Don't let them through!"

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August 5th, 1730 Melania time.

Wang Zhong stood in front of the Western Front map, looking at the now connected landing zones.

Pavlov: "It seems that the famous Erwin Rommel couldn't replicate his miracle in the Kingdom of Sardinia."

"Because he was captured." Amelia's voice floated over.

Wang Zhong immediately turned around, seeing a girl waving a newspaper: "The Times that just got airlifted here. The underground organization captured Erwin Rommel, who wanted to command the 21st Armored Division personally."

"What?" Wang Zhong burst into laughter; is Rommel not in command headquarters in this world either?

On Earth, during the Normandy landing, Rommel went home for his wife's birthday, missing the crucial 48 hours, which earned him the nickname "Rommel the Absent" among military enthusiasts, equivalent to the "Absent Commander" and "Unattackable Mo," known as the Three Stooges of the four great generals.

Unexpectedly, this nickname has cross-spatiotemporal influence.

Of course, this could also be the convergence of world lines, the choice of the Steins;Gate.

However, this world's Erwin Rommel might have saved his life, and after the war, he might become a photographer.

Wang Zhong took the newspaper from Amelia and glanced at it, then remembered his proficiency in reading English was adequate at best, and handed it directly to Vasily.

Vasily immediately started translating: "Our agency reports, following Special Marshal Roccossov's capture of a Prosen Marshal—oh, there's news about the Marshal here too?"

Wang Zhong: "Just read it, don't mind!"

Vasily: "Following Special Marshal Roccossov's capture of a Prosen Marshal, our Western Front also successfully captured a Prosen Marshal—oh my, so that's what happened, a battle for credit is on!"

Wang Zhong: "Announce to the entire army in my name, the Allied Forces have landed and secured a foothold in Carolingian. They have also captured the Prosen Western Front Commander, Erwin Rommel. If our military personnel don't give their all, Plowsonia may be preempted by the Allies."

Popov: "Shouldn't we add His Majesty the Tsar's name to this announcement for propriety?"

Pavlov: "He is a saint now, equal to the Tsar, just leave it as is."

Vasily put away the newspaper and glanced at Amelia: "We've fought so long, just hoping to enter Plowsonia, thoroughly defeat the enemy to end the war. If the Allies snatch it away now, just thinking about it is disgusting."

Amelia: "Well, you better work hard. If the Allies can land in the Norman Duchy, they can land in Hamburg, even closer to Plowsonia."

Wang Zhong: "We don't need you to say it. We'll speed up. By the latest August 10th, we'll complete the encirclement."

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August 8th, Baltic coast.

Before the Jeep even stopped, Wang Zhong jumped out, gazing at the sea stretching to the horizon.

Ludmila said as she got out of the car, "You've seen the sea before. Didn't you inspect the villa's location by the White Sea earlier?"

Wang Zhong: "This is different! The White Sea connects directly to the Aegean Sea; it's just a larger inland lake. This is a real sea, connecting directly to the North Sea and reaching the North Atlantic. Back then, Peter the Great put so much effort into getting a seaport."

Ludmila stood beside Wang Zhong, shoulder to shoulder.

The two of them gazed at the sea, remaining silent for a long time.

Ludmila said: "Seeing this sea, does it mean the war has finally reached its final phase?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, if quickly, half a year, at most a year, the war should end. I'm talking about the war in Europa."

After that, there's still the climb to Naroda Peak ahead.

Ludmila linked her arm with his: "After the war ends, will you continue fighting?"

Wang Zhong: "No, I might host the aerospace industry. Expanding territory on Earth is too costly; it's better to set our sights on the high frontier."