Chapter 947: Chapter 6 Feeling Like Sleepwalking_2

Filippov took his eyes off the eyepiece and glanced at the young warrior: “We probably can’t get it because the enemy’s new weapons shouldn’t pose much of a threat to us.”

The young warrior looked disappointed: “Is that so? When I set off, my mom told me to bring back a Venus medal and not to let her down.”

Filippov: “The Venus medal is awarded to those who have made outstanding contributions to the country, don’t lose heart, the first Venus medal was awarded during a time of peace.”

Just as he finished speaking, the first wave of Divine Arrows was launched.

22 points of light set off successively, chasing each other towards the distant enemy.

Filippov hurriedly observed through the binoculars.

The enemy seemed completely unaware of what the approaching points of light were.

Filippov saw the enemy’s tank commander stick his head out of the turret as usual; theoretically, they should have seen these points of light.

“What’s going on,” he muttered, “Could it be that none of the Prosen commanders have seen a Divine Arrow before?”

This referred to the Divine Arrows guided by the Prayer Hand at the beginning of the war.

At the war’s outset, when facing a volley of Divine Arrows, Prosen commanders would definitely launch smoke bombs to block the view.

But now, the Prosen armored group remained indifferent to the oncoming Divine Arrow swarm.

The first Divine Arrow hit its target.

The Prosen remained untouched.

The Divine Arrows hit one after another, and the burning tanks illuminated the snowy field.

The Prosens–started to retreat!

Filippov: “What? Not even obscuring the view, but retreating? Even if they intend to counterattack, they should advance to shorten the distance!”

The firing distance of the Divine Arrow is 2200 meters, which already exceeds the combat range of most Prosen crews.

At this distance, finding and hitting the hidden Divine Arrow launch vehicles is extremely difficult even for veteran Prosen crews.

The correct response would be to deploy smoke to close the distance and engage at close range.

The Prosens adopted a completely wrong response.

The First Battalion Commander nervously reported: “The Divine Arrow Team says the enemy has retreated out of maximum range!”

Filippov: “Tell them to hide and stand by, I think the Prosens haven’t realized where we launched the Divine Arrows from.”

Soon after the orders were conveyed, the Prosen tanks began advancing again.

They still didn’t use any smoke bombs.

The second wave of Divine Arrows was launched.

The Prosens opened fire.

Filippov quickly ran to another window to confirm the situation of their own Divine Arrow launch vehicles.

Then he found that the Prosens seemed to be firing randomly; many shells were aimed at the second-floor windows, but clearly, no launch vehicles could be parked on the second floor.

The second batch of enemy tanks were hit, and several wrecks appeared on the snowy field.

At that moment, a “Tiger Hunter” tank destroyer stopped and fired a shot at the building where Filippov was located.

Filippov urgently dove to the side, tackling the confused young warrior to the ground.

However, the expected tremor didn’t come, and from the sound of the explosion, it seemed that the shot hit the ground beside the building.

Could the range have been set wrong? Did the shell fall short of the distance?

Filippov raised his head with some doubt, just in time to see something unidentified smash through the tiled roof into the attic.

It was his Jeep! It was parked in the front yard of the building, yet it had been blasted up to the attic!

Filippov patted the shoulder of the First Battalion Commander: “Quick! Order the Divine Arrows to disable that large enemy tank destroyer! We can’t let it keep firing at will!”

First Battalion Commander: “It can only be in the next wave; the third wave of Divine Arrows has already been launched!”

Filippov hurried back to the window and watched a row of dots head towards the enemy.

He roughly counted, it was still 22 shots.

Indeed, the enemy’s previous volley was a blind shot.

This time the Prosens finally remembered to launch smoke bombs, but only a few vehicles did, while others seemed intent on destroying Ante’s launch vehicles.

Filippov noticed the operators seemed to want to redirect the Divine Arrows, which had lost their target due to smoke, to new targets, but the Divine Arrows, already out of the propulsion phase, didn’t have much kinetic energy anymore.

The third wave of Divine Arrows hit their targets.

At this moment, a signal flare rose from the Prosen side.

The tank formation that had been advancing now stopped and began to retreat–no, they began to turn!

Filippov was stunned; the front of the tank is usually the most armored, ensuring the front faces the enemy, turning in front of the enemy effectively exposes its weakness voluntarily.

“Why is the enemy turning in front of us?” The First Battalion Commander also asked Filippov in confusion.

“I don’t know,” Filippov shrugged, “Quick, have the artillery cover the enemy, blow away their accompanying infantry, and let’s figure out a way to capture that ‘Tiger Hunter’!”

Just as Filippov finished speaking, he saw a “Tiger Hunter” tank destroyer that was turning suddenly halt.

The massive vehicle body happened to be directly in Filippov’s line of sight; he realized the thing was even bigger than he imagined, no wonder the reconnoitre soldiers mentioned its size as a significant feature.

It was genuinely huge.

Filippov looked at the suddenly stationary tank destroyer, thinking, could it be–did it break down?

Just as he was thinking, the Prosen soldiers on the vehicle opened the hatch and jumped out, abandoning the vehicle and fleeing.

Filippov: “What the hell?”

——–

East Bank of the Oder River, “Psychological Warfare Headquarters,” 85 kilometers from the center of Plowsonia.

Vasily picked up the phone: “Psychological Warfare Headquarters, this is Colonel Vasily, please speak.”

Filippov’s voice came through the receiver: “Hey, we just repelled the enemy’s armored counterattack. Can you send a repair team over quickly?”

Vasily: “What, is the Divine Arrow carrier broken? Just dismantle the launching rack and guidance device and put them on another vehicle.”

“No, no, no, we captured a very large tank destroyer, but it broke down, and we can’t get it back to town. You need to send a tractor and repair vehicle over, along with a technician familiar with Prosen engineering.”

“Alright, what did you capture? Did you interrogate the prisoners to get its code name?”

“We asked the abandoned wounded soldiers, and it seems to be called ‘Tiger Hunter,’ with a main gun caliber of 127mm. Boy, a high-explosive shell blasted my Jeep into the attic.”

Vasily: “Isn’t that a bit exaggerated? Alright, I’ll send a repair team and tractor over right away. But… can this thing get across the river now? Can the ice hold up?”

“I doubt it, the thing weighs 80 tons.”

Vasily was shocked: “Eighty tons? What did they pack in it to make it so heavy? I reckon even our heavy tanks aren’t that heavy.”

“I don’t know, you better send someone over, I’m worried the enemy will send engineers at night to blow it up.”

“Alright.”

Vasily put down the phone and quickly arranged for a field repair team to cross the river.

As soon as everything was set, Marshal Rocossov entered the room: “You’re busy, busy man Colonel.”

Vasily immediately stood at attention and saluted: “Marshal!”

Marshal Rocossov: “What did you want me to come here to see?”

“To see the newly modified Rocossov Type II, we call this tank the Psychological Warfare model. Are you planning to visit now?”

Marshal Rocossov: “No, tell me what just happened.”

“Oh, Luki was counterattacked by the enemy, but the attack has been repelled. Filippov said he captured an 80-ton tank destroyer called the ‘Tiger Hunter,’ with a main gun caliber of 127mm!”

Rocossov was very interested: “‘Tiger Hunter’? How did they perform?”

Vasily shrugged: “I don’t know. But since Filippov held the line, they probably didn’t perform much.”

Marshal Rocossov: “Call Filippov and let me ask what he thinks of this enemy counterattack. It’s important!”

The phone quickly connected, and faced with Marshal Rocossov’s question, Filippov answered: “The enemy seemed like they were soulless, as if sleepwalking.”