artillery arc

Chapter 494 Military Regulations (Updated 17/81)

Abavakhan, Ante Abavakhan Front Headquarters, 10 hours, October 15.

When Pavlov heard the news, his face turned green: "Shot down? Where? Who did it?"

The communications officer shrank his neck, apparently intimidated by the anger emanating from the chief of staff: "This... is our anti-aircraft artillery unit on the coast 30 kilometers north of us. The Royal Air Force escort reported that the general is fine."

Pavlov grabbed the communications officer's arm. "Are you sure? Are you sure the general is okay? Did the RAF fly low enough when they confirmed it?"

The communications officer said, "She seemed to say that she was some kind of witch who could clearly sense that the general was still alive, so there was absolutely no problem. She asked us to send a car to pick him up. I don't know how she could sense the general."

Pavlov breathed a sigh of relief: "It's Her Excellency Emilia, so it should be credible."

After all, in Baras, Pavlov indirectly witnessed Emilia using a machine gun to kill a falconer three kilometers away, so he was very clear about the witch's abilities.

At this time, Brother Peter rushed into the headquarters with only one shoe on, shouting: "Pavlov! It's bad, I think I heard the general made an emergency landing in the sea! Send a naval patrol boat to pick up the general! No, search and rescue! Search and rescue!"

Pavlov: "The general is alive and has landed on the seashore. Ms. Emilia of the Royal Air Force has confirmed that he is okay."

"Oh, Ms. Emilia is sure he's okay, that's good." Brother Peter sighed, "Wait a minute, why is my foot hurting?"

He looked down and discovered that his bare feet seemed to have stepped on broken glass, so he howled.

"Medic!"

Pavlov turned around and gave an order: "Let the navy send patrol boats north along the beach, and send troops on land..."

Brother Peter: "Wait a minute! I hear horses neighing!"

Pavlov frowned; he heard nothing.

Then the groom from the headquarters ran in: "Report, the general's horse ran away from the stable!"

Pavlov: "Never mind. Is the stable all right? No explosion or fire? What damage did it cause in order to get out?"

The groom said: "No, we just wanted to let him relax and comb his hair, but he broke the rope and ran away. The groom who was combing his hair fell on his butt and broke his bones."

Pavlov: "Okay, treat the groom with a broken bone as if he were injured in battle, and don't worry about the horse. It will come back on its own soon, and it will bring the commander with it."

Popov: "And chewing the hair on the commander's head."

Pavlov looked at his old friend. "Back from the local church? What do you mean?"

Popov: "At least 20 battalions of the Guardians can be organized locally, but they are all working overtime in factories to produce weapons and equipment. It is impossible to stop them from producing."

Pavlov walked quickly to the city map and said, "20 battalions are a bit too few. The area we need to defend is too large. I am afraid that it is not enough to defend such a large city with only 20 battalions and the eight temporary infantry divisions we have."

Popov: "What about letting the 51st Tank Army enter the city? They have been resting for a month..."

"Send the tanks into the city? But there is no place in the city that is suitable for armored ambushes and firepower like Loktov. And although the 51st Tank Army has combat experience, it is combat experience against the Baras people. If they encounter the elite Proson troops, they will be doomed."

Popov: "But in the open field, they will be finished faster if they encounter the elite Prosen troops. We have all seen that the enemy tank soldiers can hit our tanks with the first shot at more than one kilometer, and we may not find the enemy even if we rush to 300 meters.

"The tanks of the 51st Army are all the basic T34 models with two-man turrets. They cannot be used as T34Ws!"

Pavlov: "In the city?"

"At least it can be used as a barricade and firing point!" said Popov.

The chief of staff shook his head. "Forget it. The general is still 30 kilometers away. He will make the judgment when he comes back."

At this time, another communications staff officer came over with a telegram: "The headquarters sent a telegram, the First Mobile Army will be ready to set off within three days and start loading vehicles."

Pavlov: "Finally, there is good news. This way, we have another 100,000 fresh troops. But it is still too few. When the general arrives, we should ask the High Command for more troops."

Popov shook his head and pointed at the battle zone map. "Look at this long snake formation. It was all made up by the Valdai River Front that was just disbanded. Those guys only wanted to rely on the river for defense, which is why they made the situation so bad!"

Pavlov: "When the general arrives, he should shrink the long snake formation, use only a small number of troops in the easily defended areas, and concentrate the main force at Abavahan."

Popov: "I think we should give this order."

Pavlov: "No, we need to find out the defense situation along the river before giving orders. I have ordered my most trusted staff to investigate along the river. Wait for the general to arrive and take a rest. The results of the investigation should be delivered tomorrow."

Pavlov was indeed outstanding in his work and did not make any mistakes.

The chief of staff put his hands behind his back, turned to the window of the headquarters, and looked at the blue sky outside: "Just waiting for the general to come back."

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Wang Zhong sat on the beach and looked at Yakov: "Why are you so fidgety? If the co-pilot's navigation is correct, we are now more than ten kilometers away from Abavahan. Emilia has confirmed our situation, and the people who are picking us up will be here soon." Yakov sighed: "General, are you always so calm?"

Wang Zhong smiled: "Yes, after all, I have been to hell so many times."

"But you were burned by a meatball that wasn't hot. By the way, that meatball was really delicious. It's called lion's head. Is it made from a lion?"

Wang Zhong: “No, it’s made of pork.”

"Uh...then why is it called Lion's Head?"

Wang Zhong: "How should I know? Maybe the person who made the meatballs has a lion in his eyes."

He really didn't know why lion head was called lion head, even after eating it for so many years he still didn't know.

As they were chatting, the sound of an engine approached, and Wang Zhong saw Emilia's Clipper Wing Spitfire flying back and passing over the heads of Wang Zhong's team.

Then, a whistle sounded on the sea. Everyone turned their heads and saw an Ante gunboat coming at lightning speed. It looked like one of the several "destroyers" that had provided fire support for the landing.

Wang Zhong pointed at the destroyer and said to Yakov, "Look, isn't it coming?"

"General, you are right. I am too impatient."

At this moment, Wang Zhong heard the neighing of a horse.

He thought to himself that it couldn't be possible, and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Sure enough, he saw the Busifalas running towards him, neighing and roaring, followed by several Willys Jeeps.

"Well, the people from the land are here too!"

Wang Zhong waved to Busipalas, and the horse ran faster, but there was no saddle behind it, so Wang Zhong couldn't ride it back to the headquarters.

The horse came to Wang Zhong and stopped suddenly, looking at the steel helmet on his head, breathing heavily.

Wang Zhong took off his helmet reluctantly, and the horse immediately began to lick his hair happily, leaving wet saliva.

The Willys Jeep arrived a little later than the horse and stopped in front of Wang Zhong. Sergeant Major Gregory, who was driving, stood up from the driver's seat and saluted: "General, we are late!"

Wang Zhong: “Not too late, not too late.”

Gregory: "So there's another spy? It looks like Yebao needs to be cleaned up again..."

Wang Zhong: "Whether to purge or not is up to His Majesty Belinsky and Cardinal Lavkid to decide. All I saw was the enemy's bomber force just bumping into me. Believe me, if it was Proson's assassination plan, they wouldn't use a heavy bomber as an air battleship to attack me."

"Heavy bomber?" Gregory thought for a moment, "It doesn't seem like an assassination."

"Right. And we have Miss Emilia from the Royal Air Force escorting us. She is the shootdown champion of the Royal Air Force. The pilots of the Royal Air Force are all monsters."

As she spoke, Emilia's Clipper Wings Spitfire flew over everyone's heads once again.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Since you are here, I trust your driving skills."

At this time, the navy's rubber boat also arrived at the shore. The navy infantry jumped off the boat and saluted Wang Zhong: "General! We are here to pick you up!"

Wang Zhong: "No need, my convoy and my most trusted sergeant major are here. You guys can go back."

At this time, several Willys Jeeps approached from the north. Hearing the sound of the engines, everyone looked for cover and held their guns on guard.

Wang Zhong had already determined from his bird's-eye view that these were not enemies. He waved his hand and said, "Don't be afraid! They are the anti-aircraft artillery unit that just accidentally attacked me and are here to apologize."

As he said this he strode towards the oncoming jeep.

The captain in the passenger seat of the jeep stood up, took off his hat, and muttered from a distance: "Oh my God! God! Buddha! Look at what a jerk I have done!"

The car stopped, and he jumped out and saluted Wang Zhong: "Report! General, please execute me! I almost hurt you! Please execute me! The others are innocent, and I gave the order to open fire!"

Wang Zhong waved his hand: "No, no, your mistake was just that you didn't identify the target carefully. You want to be punished for this, but the military regulations don't say that you will die if you don't identify the target carefully. According to the military regulations, I will punish you - damn, where are your military chaplains? How much should the military regulations punish you?"

As the second to last person, Wang Zhong really didn't know what the punishment should be according to military regulations.

A priest got out of the second jeep and said, "General, according to military regulations, those who make mistakes in target identification will be caned 50 times and undergo intensive target identification training. If you fail the assessment, you cannot return to your original unit."

Wang Zhong: "Then let's do this. Except for this captain, all others will undergo enhanced target identification training, and other air defense forces will be mobilized to replace them."

"Yes!" The captain saluted Wang Zhong, "I will seriously reflect on my mistakes."

Wang Zhong patted him on the shoulder, turned to Gregory and said, "Okay, let's go!"

(End of this chapter)