artillery arc

Chapter 98 Potato beef stew is really delicious

Jules 914, July 7, 8 hours.

All 914 members of the Rokosov Combat Group are waiting on the platform of Lokotov Railway Station.

The Lokosov City Defense Regiment, which was temporarily incorporated into the Rokosov Battle Group, volunteered to stay and continue to participate in the city defense battle, so it was not included in the calculation. The skitarii temporarily assigned to the battle group were not on the retreat either.

The Fifth Beshensk Regiment wanted to stay, but Wang Zhong refused.

The 31st Regiment and the armored units were willing to obey orders.

The 914 people on the platform are the total number of infantry, artillery, armor and logistics personnel of the battle group.

Wang Zhong touched his belly stuffed with potatoes and beef stew, looked at the few people left, and sighed: "What a victory for Pyrrhus."

Yegorov: "Who is Pyrrhus?"

Wang Zhong was dumbfounded. There was no Rome in this world, so naturally there would be nothing to do with Pyrrhus.

The T34 tank No. 422 of the viewing model is parked in the moonlight, like a giant beast lurking in the shadows.

Popov looked back at the door, and just then Brother Peter walked in with a frown on his face.

"Drink! If you are so good, we will not be worse than you!" The young man in the car said confidently.

"Show them how awesome you are!"

"Ah, this, there are quite a few sound array masters, so they are assigned to us. This is a personnel transfer document. According to regulations, it must be backed up over there, right?" Popov said and pushed the document "over there" Pavlov.

Wang Zhong: "Are they crazy?"

At this time, a whistle sounded in the distance. The switchman also came out of the hut and began to operate the switch.

Wang Zhong: "What about Brother Peter?"

Before the car stopped, a young man in the tank asked loudly: "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Let them see who is the inferior race!"

"I heard it," Wang Zhong interrupted him, "But I also need you. You will play a greater role here. Think about how much role you played in the past two days!"

Yegorov patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder: "Calm down, Lord Count. The good news is that this time we will be far away from the front line. Even if the front line always collapses, it will take several days for the Prosins to reach us."

Pavlov frowned: "The documents have arrived, where are the others?"

The green light in the switchman's hand is very conspicuous at night.

At this time, Popov came in from the freight exit of the train station, walked onto the platform with square steps, and joined the three of them.

Just as Wang Zhong looked at the tank truck, Vasily replied: "The fight was great. The tank wreckage you see in the city was basically caused by us!"

Alexander and Belyakov were smoking next to the tank. When they saw this posture, they immediately hid in the shadow of the tank.

Popov: "Complain to the Brigadier."

"There is no news from the church. I don't know when we will be able to replenish the company of divine arrows." The bishop sighed, "Now there is a shortage of prayer hands, and the replenishment of the divine arrows is not enough."

Because the sound was so loud, all the surrounding soldiers looked over.

Brother Peter pursed his lips.

Then he walked towards Popov and protested directly: "I should stay on the front line, I am needed here!"

Wang Zhong: "Sent so far? I thought they would put us behind the next line of defense to rest and be ready to defend again at any time."

These words suddenly made all the excited recruits who had just arrived on the battlefield look in one direction.

Wang Zhong was actually not that old before he traveled through time. The original owner of this body was also a young man. With his original character, he should also be involved in encouraging his allies.

Brother Peter looked up: "Because there are too many noise sources like you!"

The corpses of the Plosen soldiers were collected and buried by the labor camp and the Skitarii, but the tank wreckage was just like the craters on the street, and there were not enough manpower to deal with it for the time being.

After two days of fighting, Wang Zhong had a good impression of this "human ear radar" that he had picked up for free, and felt that it was indeed very useful.

The soldiers of the 31st Guards Regiment saw that Vasily was not scolded for speaking casually, so they all joined in the shouting:

Vasily seemed to be about to retort, but he stopped as soon as he opened his mouth. After a brief hesitation, he said: "I believe you! Let the Prosens have a taste of their power!"

"Really!"

But it's strange that now Wang Zhong just wants to silently bless these young people.

Suddenly, one of the young people who had just got off the tank truck shouted: "Hey, look at that tank, tactical number 422! There is also a white horse icon!"

Wang Zhong: "I'm not happy at all. So where is our supplement?"

Yegorov shouted loudly: "Monk, why are you frowning!"

At this time, Pavlov came out of the station dispatch room with a stack of documents and walked up to the two of them: "I got the transportation plan. We will be sent all the way to Agsukov."

Brother Peter immediately turned to Wang Zhong: "I should stay..."

The flatbeds were all empty, obviously they were put into the train to load the heavy artillery and T34 of the Rokossov Battle Group, and the stuffy tank cars were full of young faces.

"There is no second line of defense." Pavlov looked serious. "The front army decided to launch an attack in accordance with His Majesty's order."

Soon, a train consisting of flatbed and tank cars pulled into the station.

Pavlov shook his head: "I didn't mention it."

"Is this General White Horse's car?"

"I heard the general's battle group is here!"

Wang Zhong was standing under the awning of the platform, and the moonlight just couldn't reach him.

——Building morale is also the commander’s job.

He wanted to move forward, but the moment before he took a step, he remembered the scene when countless skitarii dragged him out from under the tank yesterday.

Today, he gave up these benefactors who once saved him. In the afternoon, under urgent circumstances, he only hesitated for a second before making a decision, and finally blocked the enemy's offensive.

But now, just as he was about to step forward and encourage the warriors, the emotions of that time seized him again.

——My troops and I are about to retreat. No matter what kind of hell Loktov becomes in the future, it has nothing to do with us.

Am I still qualified to inspire the young people in front of me and let them march into purgatory with pride?

While Wang Zhong was hesitating, he suddenly remembered a marshal's poem.

He liked this poem very much. It was actually the marshal's desperate poem in a desperate situation, but it was full of fearless spirit.

"Here we go to Quantai to recruit the old troops and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners!"

The marshal must have made many decisions to let the soldiers die generously.

But he will never hesitate, for he is braver than anyone else, and if the time comes, he will die generously without hesitation.

I can also be braver than everyone else!
No, I have to be braver than everyone else, so that I can issue the order to let them die without regrets, and then I can make a cold decision when I have to abandon them, and then I can say with a clear conscience, "Compassion does not control soldiers." A word!

With this determination, Wang Zhong took a step forward and stood under the moonlight.

He did not introduce himself, and no one could even see his face or collar badge clearly in the dark.

Just standing there, he made people feel majestic and fearless.

"Fighters!" he said.

Although no one gave the command, the recruits still stood up straight, with the sound of heels clicking everywhere.

Wang Zhong: "I will not sugarcoat the current situation. Look at my right hand side. This is my battle group. There are only 914 people including logistics personnel now!

“When the 300th Beshensk Regiment joined the battle under my command, more than 81 people were left in one regiment, but now, only people are standing here!

"Their leader is now a second lieutenant!
"I will tell you clearly that there is hell ahead! If you stay here, you are facing hell! Does anyone want to quit?"

Wang Zhong scanned the entire platform.

Not only the newly arrived soldiers looked at him, but also the railway workers and train drivers stood at their respective posts and stared at him.

No one is talking about quitting.

Wang Zhong: "Why? Answer me, why do you want to go to hell?"

Suddenly someone shouted "For the Tsar!"

Wang Zhong: "That's wrong!"

Pavlov was shocked and looked at Wang Zhong with wide eyes.

Someone else shouted: "For the Eastern Holy Sect!"

"That's not right!" Wang Zhong replied without hesitation.

Popov was shocked and looked at Wang Zhong with wide eyes.

Wang Zhong glanced at everyone again.

Vasily suddenly said: "For Ant's mother!"

Wang Zhong pointed at Vasily: "Yes! But it's too abstract!"

Wang Zhong paced the platform with his hands behind his back: "What is Ant's mother? Think about it, think about it specifically!
"Mother Ant is a squirrel playing in the birch forest,

"The fish that swim in the Tiber,

"It's the waves of wheat on the black earth!"

After comparing these sentences, Wang Zhong felt that they were not enough, so he had to add a few more sentences and continued:
"It's the girl's bright singing voice,
"It's the goulash with potatoes that grandma brought to the table!"

Just as he finished speaking, someone burped.

Then several people couldn't help laughing, especially Vasily.

Wang Zhong himself was also embarrassed. He ran out of words and couldn't force it out, and the beef stew with potatoes was really delicious.

Very fragrant!
"In order to protect all the beautiful things! We die generously!"

He thought about it again, and sure enough, he still ran out of words. He had no choice but to copy it.

He continued:

"Suppose we don't go to war and the enemy kills us with bayonets, he still points to our bones and says, 'Look, these are slaves!'"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bomb, instantly causing anger to appear on everyone's face.

Vasily shouted the word that can be used in all moments when morale needs to be boosted and pride expressed: "Ula!"

Everyone shouted together: "Ula!"

"Ula!"

The sound got louder and louder.

At this time, the commander of the new recruits shouted: "Turn right! Start walking!"

The recruits drove out of the train station with neat steps and military appearance.

Popov took a step forward and came to Wang Zhong's side: "Don't take my job next time, okay?"

Wang Zhong: "Which grandson told me that it is the commander's job to boost morale?"

At this time, the dispatcher at the station came over and said: "Hurry up and put the equipment on the train. If we leave now, we can still get within the range of the enemy aircraft before dawn."

Wang Zhong turned around and ordered: "Get in the car!"

(End of this chapter)