artillery arc

Chapter 414 Impact
Wang Zhong immediately thought of what to do.

He said: "We have many tractors to haul the broken tanks and wreckage here, paint them in our colors, and cover them with cloth!"

Pavlov: "Use the wreckage to camouflage the tank... Yes, but we need to collect paint from Yeisk..."

Popov: "I'll make the arrangements. I'll also take care of the civilian workers."

Wang Zhong nodded and turned to Vasily: "Musician!"

Vasily frowned: "Every time you call me a musician, something bad is wrong!"

Wang Zhong: "This time it's a good thing. You will be responsible for making each fake tank look like the real thing. Use your imagination as a musician!"

Vasily: "What has a musician got to do with this?"

Wang Zhong: "Then use the wisdom you gained from carrying manure!"

Vasily's expression was as if he had just entered a toilet that hadn't had feces removed for many years, and the smell was so strong that it was needless to say.

Suddenly, his frown relaxed: "Eh? We can use mud to paste on the tanks. The soil from the surrounding grasslands is not suitable for building shelters, but it is good for paste tanks! Get some water to wet the mud, paste it on the tanks, and when the sun shines tomorrow morning-"

Vasily opened his arms as if a musician had just conducted a great performance and was accepting the audience's cheers.

Wang Zhong patted him on the shoulder and said, "See, I knew you could do it! Hurry up and act. There should be some newly hired war orphans among the workers. Take the children with you! Tell them that this is a very important mission!"

Vasily asked in confusion: "Why do you want to bring these children?"

Wang Zhong's expression softened. "Maybe I'm being too sentimental, but... I think we should let them do something that's more in line with their childhood."

After he finished speaking, the entire headquarters fell silent—not completely silent, as there was still a ticking sound from the telegraph.

But the ticking sound actually highlights the quietness of the map area.

Popov suddenly came up and patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder: "You are definitely a good candidate to be a military bishop!"

Vasily touched his nose and said, "General, you can still consider the children at this time. Okay, I will take the children with me."

At this time, Nellie suddenly said, "You can just take the hired workers to do your work. I will take care of the children. I am a professional."

Wang Zhong glanced at Nellie and said, "Okay, come back before preparing the midnight snack. No, the children must be asleep at this late hour, go prepare the midnight snack for me first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girls from the cooking team pushed a cart into the warehouse: "Midnight snack is here!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, let's keep working hard after we finish eating. We still have a lot of things to do!"

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On the Plosson Army side, Admiral Poke was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

He sat up and reached for the receiver, only to find several bumps on his hand - the work of mosquitoes.

He cursed a few times and picked up the receiver: "This is Admiral Poker, what's going on?"

"The enemy is shelling our positions."

Admiral Poker checked the time: "Now?"

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his back: "Wait a minute, when the enemy took advantage of the fog to attack the Sai De Division, did they also fire at this time?"

The chief of staff on the other end of the line was apparently asking other staff officers, and after a few seconds he reported, "Yes, the time is exactly the same."

Admiral Poker: "I'll be at headquarters right away. Also, send someone to fix the mosquito repellent in my tent!"

He hung up the phone and started to get dressed.

A few minutes later, Admiral Bock, dressed in full gear, rushed into the army headquarters tent: "Weather report!"

The Air Force Colonel Liaison Officer immediately came over with a weather report: "This is the forecast for the next 24 and 48 hours!"

Admiral Poker snatched the report and glanced at it. "Sunny? Might there be fog in the morning? What are the chances of fog?"

Air Force Colonel: "In fact, there has been fog every morning these days, but it dissipates very quickly. It should be the same tomorrow. The weather forecast may have written this just for the sake of rigor."

"Strict?" Admiral Poke was shocked and repeated, "Strict! If only you could be more rigorous when dropping the supplies! So many supplies were not dropped at all, or they exploded when dropped! Exploded! We were unable to attack for so long, and your Air Force should bear at least 60% of the responsibility!"

The colonel dared not speak.

Admiral Polk turned to the chief of staff and said, "Notify the 113th Division that is under bombardment that the enemy will attack in the fog tomorrow. Let them be prepared. Once the bombardment is over, the combat engineers will enter the position in full gear. It must be a close-range battle in the fog. Let the Ants have a taste of the power of the elite combat engineers!"

The chief of staff nodded and suggested, "We can ask the combat engineers to bring maces."

Proson's combat engineers are equipped with maces, mainly for use in close combat in the smoke. After all, it is all smoke and random firing may hit one's own people, but it is different with maces.

However, there are basically no actual combat cases for this equipment, because the artificially released smoke usually does not last long, and the imagined hand-to-hand combat in the fog that lasts for several hours basically does not occur, so ordinary combat engineering units will not carry this deadly thing.

If the Ants really want to launch an assault in the fog like they did when they defeated the Sede Division, the maces will come in handy.

Admiral Poker thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay, that's the order."

As the staff began to convey the order, Admiral Pok came to the map and said, "Does this Rokossov want to eat us up bit by bit like cutting sausages? He is very patient."

At this time, Admiral Poker's adjutant entered the tent, came to the admiral, and whispered, "Your mosquito repellent is not broken."

The Admiral immediately raised his hand and pointed at the reddening patch on his hand: "How do you explain this?"

Adjutant: "Because there are too many mosquitoes."

The chief of staff also reported: "At present, the number of sicknesses in the troops is becoming more and more common. Maybe it is the witch's evil magic, just like in the Carolingian Campaign." Admiral Bock: "Then do we have enough quinine and penicillin?"

"It's enough. But it's being consumed at an alarming rate," said the chief of staff.

Admiral Poke sighed: "We can only make the soldiers suffer. The excellent Prosen people will not be afraid of such difficulties!"

The Chief of Staff nodded: "That's how we're promoting it now."

Admiral Pok walked back and forth in the tent twice, and suddenly cursed: "It's that damn Rokossov! We could have gone into the city! Now we have to feed mosquitoes on the grassland! Damn it!"

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Three hours later, Admiral Poke sat in a chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his Jingming acupoint vigorously, as if this could relieve his fatigue.

Suddenly, a staff officer shouted: "It's foggy!"

Admiral Poke suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, but he felt dizzy due to the violent movement and almost fell back into his chair.

The adjutant and the chief of staff reached out at the same time and supported him.

After Admiral Poke stood firm, he said "thank you", pushed the two people away, strode out of the tent, and looked at the thick fog in the sky.

The fog was so thick that Admiral Poke couldn't see the guards at the headquarters—even though the sentry post was not far from the headquarters tent.

"Damn it!" the admiral cursed, "This is evil! Report to the Imperial Academy of Sciences! The enemy is using evil methods that can control the weather!"

Suddenly, Admiral Poke heard a scream and gunshots.

The staff officers immediately drew their guns and blocked the general behind them.

The deputy rushed into the fog with his gun drawn. He could be heard shouting in the fog: "What's going on? Who's shooting?"

A moment later, the adjutant and a guard brought a terrified soldier to Admiral Poke and his staff.

Adjutant: "This man claims to have seen a little fog demon!"

Admiral Poke: "What the hell is that?"

Chief of Staff: "It was mentioned in the report of the Seder Division. It seems to be the superstition of the Styrian region and Melania."

The terrified soldier shouted, "I saw it! The little fog demon is laughing in the thick fog! We live in the mountainous area of ​​Styria. Whenever the fog is thick, every family will close their doors and place sacrifices at the door. The little fog demon will eat the disobedient children who enter the fog!"

Admiral Poke waved his hand impatiently: "This is just a folk tale telling you not to go out in the fog. Take it away and hand it over to the psychiatrist!"

The adjutant let go of the soldier's shoulders, and a guard immediately stepped forward to take over, then carried the frightened soldier into the fog.

The soldier was screaming, "Don't go into the fog! No!"

Admiral Pok cursed, "Notice to the entire army, if any soldier from Styria mentions the little fog monster again, they will be arrested and sent to see a psychiatrist!"

"Yes!"

The general turned and went into the tent, and ordered: "Contact the 113th Infantry Division and ask about their situation!"

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At the same time, the mixed infantry group of the 1st Mobile Army was advancing in the thick fog.

The infantry of the 225st Guards Mechanized Infantry is on the far left, the infantry of the th Division is on the far right, and the middle is handed over to the st Division of the Melania People's Army.

In order to put the infantry from different divisions into an offensive group, the staff of the army headquarters lost countless hair.

Filippov led his platoon and said as he walked: "Just like last time, don't worry! There are no buildings this time. The Prosens will definitely not be able to handle it. We are always strong in hand-to-hand combat!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of machine gun fire from the front, followed by bullets whizzing past everyone's heads.

Filippov: “See, their machine guns are aimed at our backs, and the machine gun fire is too sparse, so there is no way to organize fire blocking like General Rokossov did.

"That means the artillery did a good job! Speed ​​up!"

Everyone immediately increased their speed.

Filippov thought that the Prosen people's machine gun positions would not be placed directly at the front of the position, and there must be an infantry defense line in front of the machine guns.

In other words, we are about to meet the enemy.

He held the thread cutter up, ready to shoot.

Suddenly, a huge figure appeared in the smoke ahead!

Filippov fired!

Then he heard the sound of the weight hitting the iron plate.

After a series of clanging sounds, the figure fell down with a bang!

Filippov took two steps forward and found that it was a combat engineer wearing a breastplate!

The breastplate was covered with cracks caused by the bullets from the thread cutting machine, and blood kept oozing out from the gaps on the sides of the breastplate.

This combat engineer actually carries a mace!
More figures appeared in the fog ahead!
Filippov: "Open fire! The enemy only has cold weapons, open fire!"

The sound of jingling suddenly filled the air.

(End of this chapter)