artillery arc

Chapter 474: Surrender with Courtesy
Although Meyer's attitude had changed, he still did not shake Wang Zhong's hand.

So Wang Zhong raised his outstretched hand a little higher: "Want to shake hands? For a new friendship."

Meier was stunned for a moment, then a little embarrassed, and held Wang Zhong's hand and said apologetically: "I kept you waiting for so long."

"No problem." Wang Zhong smiled, "My troops will hold out here until the follow-up troops arrive. I'll give you a motorcycle. Go chase those escaped Baras soldiers and convince them to fight for the future of Baras."

Wang Zhong said this because he could see that the symbol above Meyer's head had become a friendly army symbol, so he could safely release Meyer and recruit him into the army.

If Meier's reputation is high enough and he can attract a large number of Baras people, then the process of attacking the capital of Baras will be very smooth.

On the one hand, he could persuade the defenders to surrender and lay down their arms; on the other hand, he could win the people's wholehearted welcome. In short, it was a win for Wang Zhongshuang.

If Meyer's reputation was not high enough, then Wang Zhong would not suffer any loss if he was killed by someone else.

Emilia protested loudly: "How can you trust him like this? He is a reputable enemy general. If we let him go, it will definitely cause huge casualties to our army! Even Komanda is almost defeated by them!"

Both Komandas heard this. The muscular man with the bow and arrows frowned, while the scholar-like man said in the heavily accented Ante language: "We are not defeated. We are far from being defeated. The Barras lack sufficient tactical skills. They can only rush from the bridge and pose no threat. We are just running out of ammunition."

Emilia looked at Komanda: "Being defeated is being defeated. The bridge is lost and you are killed. No, General Rokossov, I am against letting such a threatening Barras go back!"

Wang Zhong: "Miss Emilia, have you heard of a story in Seris? In ancient times, there was a great prime minister in Seris. In order to ensure peace on the border, he repeatedly captured the most respected tribal leaders on the southern border and then let them go. He did this just to gain their loyalty."

Emilia frowned: "Is there such a story?"

"Yes, this story is full of Seris wisdom, which is something the United Kingdom, which has only been established for more than a thousand years, needs to learn." Wang Zhong turned to Maier Abdullah, "What I want to say to you is the same as what I said to the prime minister. Maier Abdullah, are you convinced? If not, you can use your reputation to organize the Baras people to resist. I will capture you again and ask you the same question."

Meyer Abdullah frowned: "This... I just have one question. If I resist again, won't it increase the casualties of your troops?"

Wang Zhong laughed loudly: "Look at how many casualties Komanda suffered."

The scholar, Komanda, who had been speaking, said, "Six killed and five wounded."

Wang Zhong pointed at him with his thumb and said to Meier: "Did you hear that? How many casualties have your soldiers suffered? You are facing..."

Scholar: "Mainly casualties caused by mortars."

"Oh, well, these are mainly casualties caused by mortars. You are actually facing light infantry, but they are relatively elite light infantry without any heavy weapons. As a result, your entire division attacked us, resulting in these casualties.

Wang Zhong paused, stared at Meyer and said, "My troops are heavily armored. How many casualties can you cause? Maybe after resisting for a long time, the casualties you inflict on us will be less than the number of people who died from drinking vodka along the way."

The major leading the Marine infantry protested: "We won't drink so many people to death! Even if we wanted to drink, there is not enough vodka in the supply!"

Wang Zhong: "Thank you for your additional explanation, Major."

"You're welcome."

The naval infantry were also really fierce. A major interrupted the admiral's words. Of course, it might also be because these people knew that Wang Zhong was a humble person.

Meyer had a convinced expression on his face: "As a Barrassian, I am not convinced by your evaluation of our combat effectiveness, but I have to admit that it is true. Especially when I know that the United Kingdom's troops only suffered ten casualties..."

"Eleven people," the scholar Komanda corrected.

Meier: "Eleven. We have paid so many sacrifices, but we can only cause so few casualties, and that's because the other side has no ammunition. No, we can't let this situation continue. I promise you that as long as I can convince the troops, I will bring them here."

Wang Zhong: "I believe you. Go ahead. Be careful not to lose your life."

After saying this, Wang Zhong saluted Meyer.

Meyer was even more moved and bowed to Wang Zhong very solemnly.

Wang Zhong couldn't understand what he was doing and could only guess that it was a big gift.

At this time, Sergeant Gregory came over and said to Meier, "Please come this way. I have prepared a motorcycle for you. Can you drive it?"

"Of course." Meier nodded.

Then Sergeant Gregory handed him a Sten submachine gun and four magazines: "Protect yourself well."

Meyer took them with tears of gratitude, hung them on his body, saluted Sergeant Gregory, and then turned around.

"Hey," Gregory called him, "I don't trust you as much as the general does, so the magazines of my submachine gun are filled with blanks. Change them."

Meier was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "That's good! That's good! With guards like you, the general's safety should be guaranteed."

After saying that, he didn't even change the magazine. He walked directly to the motorcycle, got on and rode away.

Wang Zhong was very satisfied and felt that he had another powerful general - well, I don't know if he was powerful or not, but he could help them fight fewer battles.

At this time, he heard someone jumping off the tank behind him and walking towards him angrily.

He turned around and saw Emilia coming over with her front armor swaying. "As an Allied officer in the joint operation, I want to question your decision! This is unreasonable!"

Wang Zhong: "Then let's see if it makes sense. I think he will come and surrender with a large number of Baras troops by tomorrow night at the latest."

Emilia looked at Wang Zhong suspiciously: "Do you want to bet?" "Okay, what do you want to bet on?"

Emilia thought for a moment and said, "Ten pounds, maybe."

Wang Zhong: “Deal.”

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On August 31, at 1130: noon, in the battalion commander's office on the third floor of the former Plossen garrison battalion headquarters at the bridgehead.

When there was a knock on the door, Wang Zhong answered loudly, "Come in!"

Emilia, who was standing by the window looking at the troops that were continuously passing through the bridge, turned around at this moment.

The signalman opened the door and saluted Wang Zhong: "General, the vanguard encountered the surrendered Barras army, and the leader is the one you mentioned, Meyer Abdullah."

Wang Zhong snapped his fingers and said to Emilia, "Ten pounds!"

Emilia widened her eyes and looked at the signalman: "Really? You are not a spy arranged by your admiral, right?"

The signalman said with disdain: "Does our general need help? The vanguard reported that Barras's troops are marching on the right side of the road and will soon reach the bridge. Let us receive them. That Meyer Abdullah has gone to persuade other troops to surrender."

Wang Zhong smiled proudly: "How about it? If you don't want to give it now, it won't be too late to give it after the Balas army reaches the bridgehead. We will set up a base for recruiting here, and when Pavlov comes up with his headquarters, we will reorganize it on the spot."

I wonder if Pavlov sneezed.

Emilia: "Are you really going to use Barras soldiers?"

Wang Zhong stood up, walked to Emilia, and looked out the window: "Look at the corpses on the ground. They kept charging in the face of the absolute superiority of firepower. They are not lacking in courage, Emilia. Don't look down on them.

"As a soldier from a country invaded by Proson, I admire their courage. Last year, I saw my soldiers and countless ordinary people in Ante rushing into the enemy's fire net like this, ready to die."

Emilia: "I understand what you're saying, but could you please stop saying that in my ear?"

"Why, I'm supposed to whisper affectionately in your ear, right?"

Wang Zhong was originally planning to show off his ability in love talk, but after thinking about a few words, he found them too greasy, so he had to give up.

At this time, a jeep arrived downstairs of the battalion headquarters. Pavlov's big bald head reflected the sunlight and almost dazzled Wang Zhong.

He left the window and sat behind the desk, then he realized that the signalman who had just reported was still there.

Wang Zhong: "Do you have anything else to say?"

The signalman looked at Emilia, with the words "I'm eating melon" written all over his face.

Wang Zhong: "If you have nothing else to do, leave quickly. I ran into Chief of Staff Pavlov and he told me I was waiting for him in his office on the third floor."

"Yes."

The signalman fled away.

Then Pavlov's heavy footsteps were heard outside - this bear made Wang Zhong feel that the floor was shaking.

A few seconds later, Pavlov opened the door and looked back and forth between Emilia and Wang Zhong: "Is it my illusion? Why do I feel like you two just separated?"

Wang Zhong: “It’s your illusion.”

Pavlov shrugged. "Actually, you don't have to worry about it. A battlefield is a place that can easily arouse desire. My advice is not to hold it in at times like this."

Wang Zhong: "You think too much. It's not true. Only wild beasts can't control their little brothers. I am a civilized person."

Pavlov nodded and changed the subject: "I heard when I came up that you developed a Barasdavarish?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes."

"My God, Popov should be lamenting that you took his job away from him again."

"When Popov arrives, while he is busy, a battalion of Baras men will be marching this way, ready to surrender. I hope Popov can convert them into loyal troops."

Pavlov: "Do you really need Popov? Can't you just go by yourself?"

"I still have to worry about military issues, and Popov has nothing to do all day, so I have to find something for him to do."

Wang Zhong said firmly.

Emilia: "Why do I feel like you are the most idle person in the entire headquarters?"

"That's your illusion."

(End of this chapter)