Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong's side.

After more than an hour of hand-to-hand combat, the infantry drove the disabled Prosen Panzer Grenadier out of the forest again and recaptured the first and second positions.

Wang Zhong ordered a secret sentry to be left on the position and gave up the position he had just taken.

He always felt that the enemy would also do something like secretly shelling tonight.

If the enemy comes to attack at night, a signal flare will be fired from the hidden sentry. This time the flare was sure to attract artillery fire.

Before nightfall, the workers and masters accompanying the army came up and began to repair the lying tanks.

Compared with yesterday, the armored units in Wang Zhong's hands today were only damaged but not lost. They should be able to be repaired.

Wang Zhong had a hunch that the master workers in his division who were recruited from the tractor factory might follow him throughout the game.

When night fell, Wang Zhong returned to the division headquarters in the city again, and heard strange noises as soon as he entered the door.

He stopped in front of the map room door in confusion and looked at the direction from which the sound came.

Pavlov opened the map room door: "What's wrong? Why don't you come in?"

Wang Zhong pointed to the direction from which the sound came: "What's going on?"

"Ah, the people from the Inquisition are interrogating the Proson pilot captured by your guards, trying to find out the location of the enemy's airport."

Good guy, is this movement the legendary "Great Memory Restoration Technique"?

It's pretty loud.

Pavlov: "Want to come over and take a look?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, let's forget it. How many pilots were captured in total?"

"Two, how many more do you want? The plane hit by the magic arrow burned into a ball. It's good for both of them to survive." Pavlov shrugged, "When we first captured them, they were still shouting, saying We use magic arrows to shoot airplanes, and we don’t follow martial ethics.”

Wang Zhong: "We were also forced. If we had an air force, we wouldn't be like this."

As he spoke he stopped and stared at Pavlov.

Pavlov frowned and realized that things were not simple. He lowered his face and asked, "What's wrong? Every time you look at me like this, I get goosebumps on my back! If you have anything to say, just say it!"

Wang Zhong: "Can you...can you get a heavy mortar?"

Pavlov: "You have never mentioned this to me, why do you suddenly want it again now?"

Wang Zhong put his arm around Pavlov's shoulder, pulled him into the map room, and shut up the movement of the Great Memory Recovery Technique in the corridor. Then he replied: "I didn't realize the purpose of this thing before. Today, it was captured by the enemy." The reconnaissance plane blocked the artillery support, and I realized that mortars are good. They make little noise when fired, and high-altitude reconnaissance planes will definitely not be able to see them.

"Although the hit accuracy is poor, the rate of fire is fast. And the killing effect of heavy mortars is not much worse than that of heavy artillery. We must have this thing."

Pavlov raised his eyebrows: "You mean, you just thought of the benefits of this thing now? I thought the genius military strategist thought this thing was useless from the beginning, so he didn't ask for it from me."

Wang Zhong was a little embarrassed and thought, I am a civilian, how can I know this? I didn't like using mortars when I played Steel Division.

But he couldn't say this, so Wang Zhong said: "I am the last to graduate. How can I know this?"

"Don't mention your last place." Pavlov shook his head, "We almost don't dare to mention our military academy results! Just admit that you are controlling your scores to take care of the crown prince, please!"

Popov laughed.

Wang Zhong was very embarrassed. What's wrong, why don't people admit that he is a loser? I'm really good at it.

Forget it, he decided to continue talking about business: "Anyway, get us a mortar as soon as possible. Hurry up. It's best to get it from Agsukov tonight. This way, when we are being investigated and suppressed tomorrow, we can at least use heavy mortars." Mortars cover the position."

Pavlov: "I'll try my best. But Agsukov's situation is not very good now. The enemies on the southern front continue to make excellent progress today. They may not care about our equipment application."

When Wang Zhong heard what Pavlov said, he looked at the map on the wall. Sure enough, the breakthrough arrow on the southern line had become longer again.

Damn it, Wang Zhong thought to himself, in the great siege of Kiev on earth, Xiao Gu's Second Armored Group in the center was running wildly, while the First Armored Group in the south was working slowly, and was even laughed at by Xiao Gu.

It was better here, as he and Duke Myshkin blocked the second armored group, and the first armored group in the south began to run wildly.

Is history bound to correct itself? Is it the Kiev script that Agsukov took?

Wang Zhong looked at the breakthrough arrow, looked at the two armies blocking the arrow and asked: "What are the strengths of the 8th and 22nd Infantry Group armies? Can they block it?"

Pavlov: "If you command, you may be able to block it. After all, you are a defensive warfare expert from Loktov. But these two armies are not commanded by you. As far as I know, their commanders and the 35th Army that were cut off yesterday The commander is a classmate."

Good guy!

Wang Zhong gritted his teeth and looked at the battlefield situation map: "What is the front army headquarters doing? In such an obvious situation now, we should retreat. Retreat through the channel we and Duke Myshikin guarded. If we withdraw, we can still participate in Saint Yeka. Defense Operations at Telinaburg."

Pavlov: "Perhaps His Majesty the Tsar refuses to retreat."

Wang Zhong: "What is His Majesty the Tsar doing? Where is the Crown Prince? Please give me some advice!"

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Saint-Ekaterinburg, 2100 pm.

Her Royal Highness Princess Olga Nikolayevna Antonovna shouted to General Turgenev, the head of the Military Order Department of the High Command: "Why can't you issue an order? I have a seal!"

The admiral showed a wry smile: "Your Highness, even if you bring your brother's seal, you can't let us issue an order. We can consider it with the seal of His Majesty the Tsar - of course, this consideration is mainly to confirm with His Majesty the Tsar himself."

Olga: "Can't you see? Agsukov is about to be surrounded!"

"Of course we can see it. Even if we couldn't see it yesterday, we can see it today." Admiral Turgenev said, "But the army is not our army, it belongs to His Majesty the Tsar. If His Majesty wants to bury the troops there , we also..."

Olga: "The army belongs to the Ant Empire!"

Admiral: "Your Highness, are you too close to the secular patriarchs?"

Olga: "Don't care if I come close or not, don't you want to save our army at all? There are your friends, students, and old subordinates there, right?"

Turgenev sighed: "So what can we do? Now whoever persuades His Majesty the Tsar to withdraw his troops will be on the bench. Now it is His Majesty who has the power to appoint and remove military personnel, not the church. No one dares to mention withdrawal. "

Turgenev also gave Princess Olga a meaningful look. Obviously he knew that the main reason why the Tsar was so disobedient was that the princess in front of him made the Tsar lose face.

"Absurd!" Olga shook her head repeatedly, "It's so ridiculous."

Turgenev: "Your Highness, don't let your father hear this."

Olga looked at the general: "Then what else can I do?"

"As before, let the logistics department send reinforcements to Major General Rokossov. I heard that you - ah, it was His Majesty the Crown Prince who sent reinforcements, and they played an amazing role in Rokossov's hands."

Olga: "Can the logistics still be sent up now?"

General Turgenev replied: "Ah, it seems to be more dangerous to send it up from Agsukov. With the advance of the Prosin Army, their frontline airport has also moved forward, and now it leads to Agsukov." Sukov's railway was ravaged by enemy planes, and its transportation capacity had dropped to 15% of its original capacity.

"But the position where Major General Rokossov is stationed can get sufficient supplies from other places. Shepetovka, controlled by Duke Myshkin, is a railway hub. Our supply train can be sent there, and then Myshkin The Duke thought of a way to give something to the Major General.

"What are you going to give?"

Olga was in trouble: "I... don't know what he needs there. Can you send me a telegram to ask?"

Admiral Turgenev: "How did you think of sending T34 and B4 heavy artillery before?"

"Because the previous battle report said that he destroyed a hundred enemy tanks in Haupenier, and he still used outdated models like the T28!" Olga unconsciously raised her voice, "Then of course I would like to send the T34 there. Will it allow him to perform better?"

Admiral Turgenev replied: "Then you can find a way to give him a T34 this time. With the seal of the Crown Prince and Her Royal Highness, go to the factory in the city and cut off the beard of the T34 that was just produced. Okay?"

Olga thought for a while and nodded: "What you said makes sense. But I have to send the crew together, right? Where did the crew come from? Those who sent it before were all parade professionals. Where can I find it now? Didn’t you pull up the front line crew?”

"There are quite a few tank crews that have just been mobilized." Turgenev replied, "Wouldn't it be better to go to the recruiting station and dig out all those who have received tank crew training?"

Olga stared at Turgenev: "I suddenly suspect that you are deliberately instructing me how to get things done."

"Oh, I didn't mean that. I was just answering your question, Her Royal Highness. As a soldier, of course I must answer the questions raised by the royal family seriously." Admiral Turgenev held his head high, proudly declared.

Olga: "Do you also believe that Major General Rokossov can turn the tide?"

"I don't think it will work. If he were a group army commander, he might be able to do it, but he is a division commander." General Turgenev shook his head.

Olga: "I think he should be the commander of the front."

"Then he must prove that he at least has the ability to command a group army. Being able to command a small army well does not mean that he can command a large army well, my princess."

Olga bit her lip and brought the topic back to the beginning: "Then what else should I send him? Can you send me a telegram to ask?"

"The telegram takes time to decode and lacks timeliness. It would be better... Your Highness, you can go to the church and borrow their choir."

Olga's expression suddenly brightened: "Yes, you can go to the choir! Thank you, General Turgenev."

"You're welcome, Your Highness."

See you tomorrow