artillery arc

Chapter 5 Seeing the Divine Arrow for the First Time
What does it feel like to take a 381mm heavy artillery shot at close range?
Anyway, Wang Zhong's mind was disconnected in an instant.

In the ten seconds after the shells fell, I couldn't think at all. My whole head was buzzing, as if ten thousand church bell towers were ringing in my ears at the same time.

In a daze, Wang Zhong's subconscious thought that he must be deaf, because he couldn't hear anything except the buzzing sound from the shock in his brain.

But he was not deaf. Along with a sharp beep, his hearing recovered to about 80%, and he could vaguely hear the screams coming from not far away.

Wang Zhong - Lieutenant Colonel Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov struggled to get up from the ground and looked around the building that was originally the headquarters.

More than half of the entire sacrament room was blown down, and obvious cracks can be seen in the remaining parts.

The collapsed roof buried almost all telephones and telegraph machines, and the signal soldiers who operated these devices and the staff who supervised them were basically wiped out.

The sound of the telegram that filled my ears just now was replaced by screams.

Wang Zhong was stunned. When he saw a staff member desperately trying to pull out his severed hand from the rubble, he suddenly realized that he should check whether he was injured.

There seemed to be no injuries - except for the arm that had been injured before.

Wang Zhong was stunned. At this time, his brain finally resumed functioning, and then cold sweat started to flow down.

Did I just hide close to the reaping sickle of the God of Death?
He looked to the side and saw the Duke lying on the ground being suppressed by two guards.

The guard must have died, covered in blood.

Wang Zhong staggered over and pulled the guards away. He found that the Duke below was bleeding from the head and was dying.

"Duke Vladimir!" Wang Zhong shouted, "I'm going to find a medic right now!"

"Stop looking for it, go away!" The Duke just said a few words, then he frowned in pain and waited for a while before speaking, "The battleship can bombard us, which means...it means that the navy did not stop the enemy. This city...defended Can’t stand it any longer!”

As he said this, the Duke tilted his head and fainted.

At this time, the medical soldier finally arrived. He was a tall and thick-set male soldier. He pushed Wang Zhong away roughly and checked the pulse of the Duke's neck.

"I want to give His Excellency the Duke a heart massage here!"

Wang Zhong took a step back to make room for the medical soldiers.

At this time, he heard someone calling him: "Lieutenant Colonel! What should we do next?"

Wang Zhong turned his head in confusion and looked at the person who asked the question.

The man's epaulette was one less stripe than Wang Zhong's. He was a captain and had reddish flaxen hair. Wang Zhong might have been shocked. At this time, he thought that most people with hair of this color in Japanese games is the protagonist.

The red-haired captain repeated what he just said to Wang Zhong: "Lieutenant Colonel! What should we do next?"

Wang Zhong pointed to himself: "Are you asking me?"

Captain: "Yes, you are the highest-ranking officer I have found!"

Wang Zhong glanced at the Duke subconsciously and saw that the strong medical soldier was performing cardiac resuscitation on the Duke. It seemed that there was no hope of saving him yet.

He could only turn around and said, "Look for other people, there must be others alive."

Captain: "I've been looking for it! I've been looking for it for twenty minutes after the shelling passed."

Wang Zhong frowned, and he finally realized that he had not been stunned for a minute, but had been unconscious for at least twenty minutes. No wonder the Duke couldn't help it when he came up. He had been bleeding in vain for so long while lying together under the two guards.

Wang Zhong: "Well, I'm a little confused. Let's confirm the situation first. How many people have you united now?"

In fact, what Wang Zhong wanted to ask most was "What is the name of our country?" In fact, it should be on his ID card, but he forgot to read it. He was too focused on looking at his own name and ignored the name of the country.

It's not easy to take out the documents to confirm now, after all, it's such an emergency.

The captain replied: "I have integrated the logistics and field hospitals of the headquarters. Most of the guard battalion has fled, and the communication company has also fled. At present, we cannot contact any attached troops."

Wang Zhong frowned: "The guard camp ran away?"

Captain: "The commander of the guard battalion was probably killed in the bombing. I couldn't find the other officers. After all, the current situation..."

At this moment, the medical soldier rescuing the Duke gave up rescuing him and stood up, shaking his head at the sergeant beside him.

The sergeant exclaimed: "It's over, the Duke is dead, and all the senior officers have been wiped out! Only the Duchess's male favorite and the Crown Prince's brother Seuri are left! Run quickly!"

Wang Zhong didn't know where the decisiveness came from, and shouted: "Catch him and shoot him!"

Several soldiers nearby subconsciously carried out Wang Zhong's order, but they hesitated after being caught.

The sergeant was still shouting: "You guys are crazy! What I said is the only way to survive! Look at the lieutenant colonel's pants, he peed himself! Let's arrest these senior officials and go to Puluo Mori surrender!"

Wang Zhong even lowered his head to confirm that he had not "opened the gate" again during the bombardment.

The sergeant was still yelling, and the soldier who caught him visibly hesitated.

Wang Zhong suddenly realized that if he did not make a decisive decision at this time, the army might collapse.

If the army collapses, your destiny can only be left to others. Only with the army can you control your own destiny.

He pulled out his pistol, only to have the wound on his shoulder start to hurt as soon as he lifted it.

He could only grit his teeth, raised his pistol and pointed it at the still howling sergeant.

He didn't hesitate at all before shooting, but the first shot actually missed and only shot off the sergeant's hat. He fired his second shot, but it only hit the broken wall in the distance.

It seems that shooting the head at this distance is a bit too difficult for someone who is shooting a pistol for the first time - and who also has an injured shoulder.

So Wang Zhong took a few steps forward, closed the distance and turned the shooting target to the chest. He fired three shots from a distance of less than three meters. The sergeant's shouting stopped abruptly. When the car of Prossens was blown up before, it wasn't Wang Zhong himself who did it. This was the first time Wang Zhong opened fire on someone and the first time he killed anyone.

Wang Zhong's mood was unexpectedly calm. Maybe he was used to seeing too many dead people?
He put down his gun and said to the soldiers who restrained the noncommissioned officer: "You did a good job. I will take over the command and take everyone home."

One of the two soldiers said: "My home is here, this city."

Wang Zhong was stunned for a moment before he remembered that these people were now defending his home and country. And he doesn't even know the name of the country.

If you just want to save your life, you can take off your military uniform, hide and be an ordinary person.

Anyway, I am not an officer, nor am I a member of this country, so I have no obligation to fight for this country.

Just when Wang Zhong was thinking this, he suddenly thought of Lyudmila.

What would happen to Lyudmila if she ran away and the army collapsed?

Wang Zhong has no loyalty to a country whose name he doesn't even know, but he knows Lyudmila, and the girl is still fighting.

He also wanted to see Lyudmila again, to tell her that he was not a coward, and to wash away the negative impression left by the coward before traveling through time.

So Wang Zhong made up his mind and said to the local soldier: "You are right, this is our home. The German devils - the Prussian devils want to take it away, but we will never agree!"

Damn, it's so easy to say "German devils", the black military uniform of the Prossen people does have a German flavor.

Wang Zhong turned to the captain and said, "What is your name?"

"Sergei Nikolayevich Romanov."

Wang Zhong asked subconsciously: "Are you from the royal family?"

The captain was a little confused: "No. The royal family's surname is Antonov."

Wang Zhong: "I know. The cannon just deafened my ears, so it doesn't work very well."

He made up for it casually and continued to talk about the business: "Find a way to restore communication with the front line, organize manpower to take over the guard battalion's position, and gather soldiers who are willing to continue fighting."

Maybe Wang Zhong spoke a little louder, and a lot of gravel and dust fell on the ceiling.

Wang Zhong raised his head and looked at the sky: "It's not safe here anymore. Is there a stronger house nearby?"

Sergey: "There is also a bank building nearby. It is a concrete building and is relatively complete."

Wang Zhong: "Let's move there."

After saying that, he strode out of the crumbling sacrament room.

The chapel outside was also blown to pieces, and the stained glass that impressed Wang Zhong before the bombardment was now shattered all over the floor.

The bank building has been deserted. The security battalion has set up a machine gun position here, but no one is stationed there.

Wang Zhong turned around and said to the two soldiers who had been following him: "Put up the machine gun."

The two soldiers went over immediately.

At this time, fierce gunshots were heard in the distance, and it seemed that the Proscenians were attacking.

Wang Zhong: "I want to go to the roof."

After saying that, he jumped up the stairs, taking three steps at a time and then two steps straight to the top of the building.

There were no guardrails on the roof, so Wang Zhong could only lie down near the edge and raise his telescope to observe. It should be said that he was making an observation, but in fact he cut the angle of view - the bird's-eye view was much clearer than using a telescope!

He first checked the unit logo on the interface, and found that there was only one more soldier card called Remnant Soldier. When he moved his attention, the description popped up:
The ragtag group of doctors and nurses in field hospitals, handymen in the logistics department, and honor guards and military bands who have never been on the battlefield may be better at playing the tuba than fighting.

Wang Zhong was speechless.

Although they were just a group of remnant soldiers, Wang Zhong still obtained their vision, but all the visions were superimposed together, without specifically showing which person they came from.

As for control, there was no way at all. Even Sergey, who was right next to him, couldn't command with his thoughts and had to give orders.

However, relying on the plug-in, Wang Zhong could clearly see the battle taking place just one block away.

The Prosens were advancing along the east-west main road along the central axis of the city. The khaki soldiers were relying on a sturdy five-story building to resist - yes, the same building that Wang Zhong had seen on the way to escape.

The old noncommissioned officer who sent Wang Zhong to the headquarters and his troops should be in a building on the south side of this building.

I wonder where Lyudmila is——

When Wang Zhonggang thought this way, he saw a scene that was beyond his expectation: a rocket was shot from the window of a two-story building, dragging a long tail of smoke across the entire street, and hit the Prosen tank that had just appeared.

The tank immediately stopped moving, flames spurted out of the top hatch, and then the tank crew, who were on fire, rushed out of the hatch and rolled on the ground to put out the fire.

Immediately afterwards, the shell in the tank exploded, and the turret was thrown high.

Bazooka? RPG?

Wang Zhong looked at the distance and felt something was wrong. This thing flew more than a thousand meters. At such a distance, not to mention whether rockets such as Bazooka can shoot this far, just aiming is a big problem.

At such a long distance, a tank is just a small thing, let alone in a city with a complex environment.

At this time, a word came into Wang Zhong's mind: Divine Arrow.

Is the Divine Arrow actually a missile?
Are the "praying hands" actually radio operators?

(End of this chapter)