193 – Cigarette Light (2) – Siege of Lunetsk
Chuang, chuang chuang. Whoaaah
Major Erwin, who managed to light a match after scratching it a few times, exhaled white smoke. Then, the lid next to the seat where he was sitting opens, and a sergeant wearing a helmet pulls his head out.
“Commander, are you the only one drinking delicious food?”
“Damn it, was this your car?”
“You can tell just by looking at it. When it comes to the 1st car of the 2nd company, who is it? That Morpho.”
Seeing him speak smirkingly with a playful face, Erwin put a cigarette into his mouth as if he couldn’t help it.
“I will light the fire.”
Sergeant Morpho rubbed his fingers together, creating a small spark. A 4th-class red mage, he was one of the tank commanders of the 332nd Tank Battalion led by Major Ervin.
The 1st vehicle, the foremost in the 332nd Battalion, the vanguard of the only armored brigade in Uk ran.
As a result, he was the first to encounter the enemy, and he was the only tank killer with five kill marks among the twenty-eight tanks of the 332nd Battalion.
All of this was achieved during the two days of the 2nd Transcendence Operation.
Perhaps when the war is over, Sergeant Morpho will also make a name for himself as a war hero.
“So? How is your wife?”
“You played so well the other day, and your legs seem to be shaking.”
At Erwin’s words, the sergeant pounded the armor of the tank.
“Still, I’m still enduring. Because I trained them well. The tightening is still great.”
“Damn it, you’re kidding.”
The major stuck out his tongue at the s*x drip that he raised a level higher than himself.
Of course, it was about a tank.
The DL-17, a standard Uk ranian light tank, also known as the Dnur infantry tank, was prone to engine failure.
It was partly because the terrain of the northern part of Uk ran was particularly beggar-like, but more than anything, it was because the efficiency of the Mado Combined Engine that it possessed was too low.
As a hybrid engine that uses mana and oil at the same time, the magic composite engine installed in tanks and aircraft has excellent versatility and maintenance.
The output is weaker than an engine that uses only pure mana or a fire engine.
With such an engine that was as small as a snot, it was natural that it was not in very good condition.
Ervin took a deep breath and added.
“But the good thing is that the enemy tank forces are playing separately.”
“That’s right.”
Soviet Empire did not have tanks.
On the contrary, the fact that Soviet’s Bertrand T-type tank possesses much greater mobility than our D’Nur tank was revealed in a confrontation yesterday, and the front-line soldiers fell into shock and fear.
“The suspension was unique. Being able to attach and detach the track is an unimaginable technology.”
“On the contrary, the defense was completely destroyed.”
“The iron plate is 15mm. Even a machine gun could penetrate it.”
“Isn’t it actually pierced?”
At the time the first Dnur tank was produced, the armor was 17mm. It was 2mm thinner than that, so it was not difficult to destroy it with Denure’s 32mm direct fire gun, which had relatively low firepower.
“Instead, I think you need to be a little more careful in maneuver battles. The armor is made of paper, but the main gun is 5mm larger than ours.”
“I think so too. But gloves are made of paper, aren’t we the same?”
It was bittersweet.
The chariot, which has been called the cavalry of the new era, was slower than expected.
Of course, with the steel plates piled up like this, and cannons and machine guns placed on top of them, it’s only natural that it’s hard to expect mobility.
Still, isn’t cavalry a class that blocks the enemy’s path at high speed or launches a surprise attack from the rear to break through the enemy’s defenses?
As such a maneuver was impossible with the existing Dnur tank, Erwin felt very regretful in many ways.
“Still, sitting in a steel coffin and firing a cannon is not enough romance.”
“That’s right.”
We live by romance and die by romance.
Even during the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion, Erwin always pursued romance.
If you were born with a huge stick on your lower leg, you should leave a legacy that will go down in history.
“You guys think so too?!”
The major smoked a cigarette, spat it out, and climbed onto the trolley, raising both hands.
It was an unexpected eccentricity, but the members of the 332nd Tank Battalion were not surprised or taken aback by the sudden action of the battalion commander.
He rather opened the hatch and even shouted after his battalion commander.
“What are you talking about!”
“Waaa!!!”
“Tanks are unscathed!!!”
A series of battles were fought, but there were zero casualties.
Destroy 8 Soviet Bertrand T tanks.
The afterglow of the battle, which could be seen as a landslide victory, was still deeply etched in the spirit of the 332nd Tank Battalion.
Our blows are deep, our fury is invincible.
There is no mercy, but the motherland is alive.
All our happiness lies in steel.
Even the heart will never yield.
The lyrics of a song chanted by a soldier as if possessed grow louder, and the tank soldiers tap their tanks to match the beat.
Our charge shouts resound. Her
She enchants her, breaking her shackles.
Our struggle is our land.
I won’t get tired until I return!
“Forever 332! Uk ranians!”
It was right after the information was delivered that the Tank Battalion of the 7th Mobile Brigade had entered into the 3rd transcendence operation that the entire battalion members gathered and sang in chorus.
“George Smith, we can’t let that brat advance before us!”
“Hey guys!! Gazua!!!”
“332! 332!!!”
Bang! Empty! Thuddeong!
Kurru, tururrr.
The hatch of the commander’s seat closes, and the steel battleship that had been sleeping silently emits black smoke.
“The destination is Lunetsk! We’re going to get rid of the cowardly invaders who are holed up in that city today!! Never fall behind against cowards!”
“Oooooh!!!!!”
1St Armored Brigade.
The rapid advance of the 332nd Tank Battalion began.
***
The Soviet Imperial Special Operations Forces, which had entered the Lunetsk region with great vigour, were now completely locked in the city of Lunetsk, losing even communication with all units they had deployed.
The maneuverability of the Uk ranian army was nightmarish.
Of course, there is a record of effectively blocking the coup d’état army advancing from the east with amazing maneuvers before, but wasn’t that an environment in which one could fully use one’s own transportation network?
The Lunetsk region became independent as a puppet state called the Principality of Lunetsk, and all traffic control was blocked.
It’s not enough to divide the eastern and western fronts in half by pushing the counteroffensive division into the Barden Forest as if waiting for this moment to scare the outbreak of war.
The retreat was blocked by paratroopers who had infiltrated deep into the Lunetsk region against the backdrop of darkness.
The city center of Lunetsk, which was thought to be a fortress that would never collapse and a complicated labyrinth, was occupied as it was by special agents, and the Imperial Army was constantly causing unnecessary blood loss in order to clear the retreat route.
In the first place, the Imperial Army lacks even field experience. There was no way they could properly respond to street fighting.
On the other hand, Uk ranian special forces have been steadily conducting training for ‘indoor and street combat’, which has been passed down from the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Battalion, which was its predecessor.
The effect was amazing.
The moment the imperial army entered the building while aiming a rifle as long as my height, the machine gun that had been placed in advance spewed fire.
Booby traps, which were just developed in the Free Democratic Republic of Prüh, and objects called anti-personnel mines also showed outstanding performances.
Boom! Perong!
The limbs of comrades are shattered just by stepping on it, even when it is not known where it was installed.
The commander’s face is torn off by the flying shrapnel, and the commander, who was running away in panic, steps on another mine and turns to ashes.
Watching such a scene right in front of their eyes, the imperial army had reached the point of completely giving up on pioneering in the north due to the overwhelming lack of combat soldiers.
“f*ck, f*ck! Seebaaal!!!”
“Commander! Calm down!!”
“Do I look calm now!? If you do this, everyone will die, everyone will die!”
In a devastating situation, the commander of the Special Operations Forces, Georgie Budyony, slams a desk with his stretched fist.
“Breakthrough, any ideas on how to break through?”
“All contact with the current division has been lost.”
“Guardian, where did the guardsmen who prided themselves as being the best in the empire jumped out!”
“Commander…… The 4th Guards Infantry Division was destroyed on the day of the first counteroffensive.”
“This is nonsense. It’s a dream, damn it’s a dream! Sonny Zeppelin, isn’t that crazy grand mage doing some massive hallucinatory magic!”
As the commander grew more and more ugly with each passing day, the staffs repeatedly reached for the holster from which the pistol hung and shook it.
Okay, let’s pretend we’re going to kill each other in anger.
Whose responsibility is it to take care of the aftermath? Even if they killed the commander, their situation in Lunetsk would not change at all.
I’d rather have a meat shield to take responsibility for all these failed operations, whether it’s the Uk ranian army or the Imperial relief army.
Wheeyeee
Ugh!!
Quang!
The clear engine sound through the broken window. It was a bombing by the Uk ranian Air Corps.
When they first heard that sound, the staff members panicked and put their faces under the desk, but now they have reached the point where they just ignore it.
The bombardment. Bombing. Magic attack.
Guerrilla infiltration. Demolition of the facility.
The Special Operations Command was being beaten by the Uk ranians in various ways every day.
As a result, the level of toughness naturally increased.
It was then that the command post’s door, which had been firmly closed, suddenly opened. He was a communications soldier who was familiar with the staff.
Looking at it with an urgent face, it was obvious without looking at it.
It must be news that the Uk ranian army is bombing.
“You already know everything about the bombing, so go back.”
A staff member standing in front of the door tried to stop his soldiers, lest they hurt the commander who was already in a bad mood.
The soldier opened his mouth without hesitation.
“It’s not like that! Ally! I listened to the allies’ radio at the communication post!”
“What!?”
The eyes of Lieutenant General Georgi Budyoni and his staff members became round.
“This is the 4th Guards Infantry Division that we thought was wiped out! Joining the 52nd Mixed Division, which was currently deployed in the Sherkiv area, is advancing towards Lunetsk!”
“I have expressed my intention to help my allies escape!!”
Anyway.
It seems that the goddess of the Empire has not abandoned them yet.
