artillery arc

Chapter 456: The Expeditionary Force Headquarters is Idle (Update 781)

On the morning of August 8, Wang Zhong got up very early.

After washing up, he stuffed something into his stomach and headed straight for the headquarters.

As soon as he arrived at the headquarters, he saw Pavlov leisurely reading a telegram.

Wang Zhong: "What's going on? Is it a telegram from the front line?"

Pavlov took out his pocket watch and looked at it and said, "Be patient, the paratroopers have just landed, and the marines should have just boarded the landing craft.

"This is the enemy situation report sent by the headquarters last night. Judging from the situation today, the enemy is indeed focusing on attacking the southern front as you and General Gorky predicted. Although the northern and central fronts have launched attacks, they are all small-scale offensives to adjust the battle line."

Wang Zhong: "They did this because the southern front with its vast grasslands was more suitable for the armored divisions to operate, compared to the northern front with its dense forests and swamps and the cold winter, and the central front with its cities everywhere.

"And the southern route just happened to have the oil they were particularly hungry for."

Pavlov glanced at Wang Zhong: "Oil, yes, oil. In fact, I have always been wondering, in the past, Proson and the United Kingdom had a falling out, but we and the United States still sold oil to them, so his war machine operated for three years until he completely wiped out Carolingian.

"After going to war with us, they can still buy oil from the United States, but... where can they buy oil now? Since the Fuso Empire's sneak attack on the United States last year, Proson should not be able to buy oil. Can the oil they produce by themselves sustain the war machine for such a long time?"

The Proson of this time and space is a so-called giant country, and it has also swallowed Romania, so it has its own oil. However, that little oil production is indeed not enough to supply the much larger Proson army.

Apart from anything else, the scale of the Plossen Navy is much larger than that of Sandezi on Earth, and it requires more oil. After all, warships need to burn a lot of oil as soon as they leave the port.

Of course, Wang Zhong also knew what was going on. When he was on Earth, Sandezi still had oil supply after his oil fields in Romania were bombed to pieces, all thanks to the advanced synthetic oil industry.

Since Jude places so much emphasis on building a country based on science and technology, it is estimated that its synthetic oil industry will be more mature and larger in scale.

I just don't know if there are any "anti-German heroes" here who can discover the synthetic oil factory in Plossen and let the Allies blow it up.

Wang Zhong saw Pavlov's puzzled expression, and after a moment's deliberation, he spoke up: "It may be synthetic oil."

The chief of staff was shocked: "Can that thing be synthesized?"

"Of course. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and I have long noticed relevant papers, and many of them were published in Plossom's academic journals."

In fact, this was not the case at all, but the crown prince had already passed away, so he probably wouldn't mind having a little more glory around him.

Chief of Staff: "Have synthetic oils matured enough to supply such a large army?"

"It's not all synthetic oil. There's also oil from their own wells. Once we get close to the border, we can have the Allies start from our airport to bomb those oil fields and refineries." Wang Zhong said confidently, "Next year, or the year after next at the latest."

At this time, the communications staff came in with a telegram: "Report! Received a telegram from the United Kingdom paratroopers! The attack was successful and the airport has been controlled."

Wang Zhong checked the time: "It's later than expected. Did they say anything happened?"

"Yes, the telegram said that they encountered a complete Proshen army, at least two companies!"

Wang Zhong sat up straight. "What the hell? There are Proson troops? Damn it, I have to sit up and fight them."

Pavlov was amused: "You were sitting just now, but your back was a little hunched."

Yakov: "Is this some kind of jargon?"

Wang Zhong: "Don't mind it, I just like to tease like this sometimes."

Yakov looked at the muscular Pavlov and his bald head and asked in confusion, "With the Chief of Staff?"

Wang Zhong: "It's normal for friends to tease each other. It's not just for women, my dear Yakov."

Without waiting for Yakov to answer, Wang Zhong asked the communications officer: "Did you say anything else?"

"No, what we know now is that everything is going well. The first batch of transport planes will land at the airport soon. Everything is going according to plan, with only a delay of about half an hour."

Pavlov: "This time I planned to give you twelve hours of slack, which is enough."

Wang Zhong nodded, and suddenly realized that someone was missing, so he asked, "Where's Popov? I remember before I went to bed he said he would be on night duty, where is he?"

Pavlov: "Yesterday I saw that he was vomiting so much that he felt very uncomfortable, so I gave him vodka to get him drunk. Now he is sleeping in bed. Don't worry, I have asked his orderly to pay close attention to it so that the vomit that comes up from his stomach will not block his trachea."

"That's it."

Pavlov: "It was written in his file that he was seasick, but I didn't expect it to be so severe."

Wang Zhong: “I didn’t expect that either.”

Wang Zhong had never been sick from 3D graphics, motion sickness or seasickness before he traveled through time. It seemed that his brain had a high resistance to these problems.

I remember that when I went to play somewhere from my hometown by boat, it took about three days on the sea. When crossing the strait, we encountered a big storm. Everyone on the boat was vomiting and having diarrhea. Only Wang Zhong was so hungry that he had to go to the ship's kitchen to eat. At that time, the whole family thought that Wang Zhong would be a good pilot in the future. But when the college entrance examination came, Wang Zhong failed the eyesight test and missed the opportunity to become a pilot.

This may be the reason why Wang Zhong later became addicted to the air combat in War Thunder and the simulated air combat in DCS.

Thinking of this past, Wang Zhong subconsciously touched his eyes. In this world, he was not short-sighted at all, which made up for a little regret. When the war is over, he must get a pilot's license and fly a plane himself.

Anyway, I’m not black and I don’t wear the No. 24 jersey, so there shouldn’t be any problem!

Just as he was thinking about it, Pavlov suddenly pointed his finger behind Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong turned around and saw Emilia yawning as she walked in.

The witch of the United Kingdom wore a tube skirt today, revealing two sections of bare legs underneath.

Judging from her leg shape, she is really suitable for wearing black stockings. It’s a pity that stockings as thin as those in later generations seemed to have not been invented in that era.

Emilia noticed Wang Zhong's gaze, looked down at her legs, and after confirming that there was nothing strange, she teased, "I heard that you are married. It's not good to look at the legs of single women so unscrupulously, right?"

Wang Zhong was shocked: "You are still single?"

"That's not the question! No, I'm not single and you shouldn't look at me. Where's your gentlemanly manners?"

Wang Zhong: "Maybe our two countries have a different understanding of gentlemanly manners. But, Miss Emilia, why are you on my ship?"

Emilia: "I am the seaplane pilot on your ship. If the enemy air force attacks, I can fly the seaplane to fight back."

Wang Zhong: "Well... the performance of seaplanes is a bit different from that of modern mainstream fighter jets, right?"

Seaplanes either have to have floats, or the plane itself has to be made into a boat, either of which is not conducive to improving flight performance.

It is basically a fantasy to want to use a small single-engine seaplane to defeat an ordinary single-engine fighter jet that takes off from land.

Therefore, seaplanes tend to develop in the direction of large-scale development, equipped with a large amount of self-defense firepower to deal with attacking enemy aircraft.

However, this large seaplane cannot be loaded onto a ship and taken off using a catapult.

Emilia looked at Wang Zhong curiously: "I've heard rumors that you are also quite knowledgeable about flying?"

Wang Zhongxin wanted to talk nonsense, do you know what is the "War Thunder" air combat Brahman? But on the surface, he said modestly: "I know a little bit, mainly from my previous adjutant Vasily."

Emilia's expression darkened slightly: "He died, didn't he? My condolences."

"No, no, no, don't kill my musician. He went to school to be promoted to a colonel. Before, he was just a student in an ordinary infantry school, and he was trained to be a platoon leader in an infantry company."

Emilia: "You... brought an adjutant who is only at the level of an infantry platoon leader? I thought that adjutants of your rank were all top-notch in their professional staff."

Yakov held his head high, his nostrils pointed upwards.

Wang Zhong: "Vasily is very good. He won the Ant Hero Gold Star Medal for his outstanding performance in deceiving the enemy. He is also an excellent musician. He helped me complete "Holy War" and "I Have the Last Grenade" - no, it's "The Last Courage."

Pavlov laughed: "You almost don't remember the name of the song yourself!"

Wang Zhong ignored Pavlov: "Anyway, he's great."

Emilia: "Can you fly a plane?"

"Uh... yes, I can also fly a plane!" Wang Zhong also gave it a try. Vasily was not here anyway, so he could just make up his own plan.

"Hey, really?" Emilia stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds and said, "Wait a moment."

She turned and walked away quickly, making a "click-click" sound like Nellie's footsteps.

Pavlov: "How come you have so many romantic relationships?"

Wang Zhongxin thought that it might be because I was a celibate saint before I traveled through time, and I was supplemented now - of course, it might also be because Rokossov was really handsome.

As they were talking, Emilia came back with a big box.

She placed the box on the table in front of Wang Zhong and smiled: "General, I think you are quite bored waiting for news from the front. How about we exchange our understanding of air combat?"

After saying that, Emilia opened the box, took out two model airplanes, and handed the one with a yellow nose to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong hadn't played with a plane for such a long time, and he was itching to try it out, so he stood up and took the plane from the yellow-nosed man: "Okay, so what are the rules? Do we fly face to face? Or... I'll let you fly at an altitude of one thousand meters?"

Emilia narrowed her eyes. "You are very confident! In that case, let's do as you say."

(End of this chapter)