Arc of Gunfire

After the third shell fell, Wang Zhong frowned: "This has to be solved." He picked up the phone receiver: "Answer Brother Peter." Soon Brother Peter's voice came from the other side: "There are no enemy planes investigating, just strike back at the enemy." Wang Zhong: "Then can you hear the enemy's artillery fire?" "The artillery fire will be blocked by the curvature of the earth. You know that the earth is a sphere, right?" Wang Zhong: "Although I graduated last, I still know this." "That's it. If there are clouds in the sky that reflect the artillery fire, I can indeed hear it, but I only know the direction, not the distance. Now where are the clouds in the sky?" Wang Zhong picked up the phone, went to the window and looked out. Indeed, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse in the sky, and there were no clouds in the sky. At this time, Nellie came in with a broom and a dustpan: "Get out of the way, let me sweep the broken glass." Wang Zhong hurriedly dodged, glanced at Nellie, and then continued to say to Brother Peter: "Sorry to bother you, please continue to monitor the enemy's reconnaissance aircraft." After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhong returned to the map and threw the phone on the table. Popov: "Send out a night reconnaissance team?"

Wang Zhong: "We don't have a walkie-talkie. The reconnaissance team has to come back to notify us after finding the target. No, no, I think we can try to attack Xu Jin along the road."

Pavlov: "What if the enemy stops in the village this time? Wouldn't that be a waste of ammunition? Although we still have two bases, judging from today's ammunition consumption, we won't be able to fight for long."

Wang Zhong: "I think there must be enemies transporting on the road. Judging from the intensity of the attack on Duke Myshkin today, we will be under greater pressure tomorrow. It's also good to interfere with the enemy's transportation."

Pavlov pursed his lips and was silent for a few seconds, and said: "You convinced me, General."

Wang Zhong: "Call! You make the call, after all, you are the chief of staff."

"Okay!" Pavlov just picked up the receiver and suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked up at Wang Zhong, "What do you mean after all, I am the chief of staff? You have something to say!"

Wang Zhong: "Your illusion, make a call!"

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153 Heights, the bunker of the headquarters of the 5th Beshensk Regiment.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene entered the bunker with a dusty face and sat down.

Captain Andrei asked, "Where is Misha?"

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene glanced at Captain Andrei and said, "If he died, he shouldn't have gone out with me. I survived three mining disasters! Three times!"

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene took off his peaked cap and rubbed it hard in his hands, as if he wanted to roll it into a ball.

"I survived three mining disasters! I also organized two mining disaster rescue operations! Artillery shells can't do anything to me! Misha... Misha... is not that lucky."

At this time, the lieutenant colonel saw Orlov and changed the subject: "The tankers have all entered the bunker, Mr. Battalion Commander. They are fine, and the bunker I dug must be fine!"

Olov nodded and put his hand on the lieutenant colonel's shoulder.

The lieutenant colonel lowered his head and continued to rub his cap: "He hasn't got the Guards cloak he's been thinking about. He hasn't got the cloak yet."

Just as Orlov was about to say something to comfort him, the sound of artillery fire came from behind.

Olov turned his head, hurried out of the bunker in two steps, and looked southeast. The artillery group of the 151st Division was well hidden. Even at night, the fire could not be seen, but the rumbling of artillery could be heard.

Lieutenant Colonel Eugene also rushed out of the bunker, stood beside Orlov, and slapped his already tortured hat on the wall of the trench: "Okay! Hit! Kill them! Hit them hard! Send them back to Plossen's hometown!"

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Plossen Army, Ampura Armored Division Headquarters.

Hearing the explosion, the acting division commander Kruze immediately came out of his tent and looked in the direction of the explosion.

The staff on duty also came out of the armored command vehicle, so Kruze shouted to the other side: "What is this explosion? What did that bastard find out about us again?"

Staff: "No report received!"

"Then go and ask quickly!"

Several of the staff returned to the command vehicle.

Kruze looked at the dust clouds rising in the distance, worried.

Ten minutes later, a staff officer reported: "The enemy's slow-moving barrage is advancing along the road."

"What?" Kruze was shocked, "Let the artillery brigade retreat quickly!"

"It's already retreating, but because of your order, they are continuing to fire, so the withdrawal speed... is not very fast."

At this time, another staff officer came out: "The artillery brigade has ordered the ammunition trucks to retreat first, and the personnel have abandoned the artillery and hidden from the artillery first."

Kruze: "Who ordered them to continue firing? It was me!"

He slapped himself in the face: "It was my fucking order!"

At this time, another staff officer came out, and when he saw that Kruze was angry, he hesitated and did not dare to report.

Kruze: "What's going on? Tell me!"

The third staff officer: "The 23rd Armored Division is moving towards us according to the order, they... are on the road. There is also the 12th Armored Grenadier Division behind..."

Kruze: "No! Leave the road! Let all the troops behind leave the road! Don't worry about how many hours you have left on your motorcycle, leave the road!"

Motorcycle hours generally refer to the time the engine can work continuously before maintenance.

Leaving the road and maneuvering in the wild will greatly increase the failure rate and speed up the consumption of motorcycle hours.

After Cruze finished speaking, a staff officer immediately ran to the radio car.

Only then did Kruse react: "What division are you talking about maneuvering towards us?"

"23rd Armored Division, 12th Panzergrenadier Division. In addition, the 2nd Armored Group Headquarters is also moving towards us, but it does not take the main highway, but comes from the northwest trail."

Kruse: "What about frontline command? When will I lose command?"

"We have not received an order yet, nor have we been notified that we have obtained command authority for the 23-pack and 12-load bombs."

Kruse: "Nonsense! How to organize tomorrow's attack?"

The staff members looked at each other, and then the highest-ranking man said, "I don't know."

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Orage City, five minutes into the counterattack.

Wang Zhong looked at the ceiling: "Have the cold attacks on us stopped?"

Pavlov looked at his watch: "I haven't played for five minutes. Stop. Damn it, you were right again."

As he spoke, he patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder.

Popov: "Will the Prosin Army formulate a regulation in the future that stipulates that artillery positions cannot be set up in towns or along highways?"

Wang Zhong: "Maybe. The development trend of artillery in the future is to become autonomous, and then it will be deployed on highways."

This is Wang Zhong's experience in "War Game Red Dragon". When he played ranked 1V1, both sides were closely watching the enemy's artillery counterattack, so they had to deploy the self-propelled artillery on the road, and immediately follow the road quickly after the fight. Maneuver, otherwise you will be caught by the enemy's counterattack.

Units such as towed artillery, which are inconvenient to escape, have completely disappeared from the environment.

But it’s hard to say how useful the experience in the game will be in reality.

Pavlov: "Self-propelled artillery, hmm."

Popov: "I can finally sleep well tonight."

Wang Zhong: "Have you got statistics on the casualties of the troops?"

"Not yet. The shelling has caused some chaos. It is estimated that it will be delivered in half an hour." Pavlov looked at his watch. "You should go and rest. You have been running on the front line all day today. If the soldiers can't see you tomorrow, By the time you appear on the front lines, they will be thinking blindly and it will be a fatal blow to morale.”

Wang Zhong thought for a while and realized that what Pavlov said made sense. He was indeed very tired today. He had been riding a horse and running outside since early morning, and the No. 422 tank was riding behind him. His body had long been as tired as It's filled with lead, so it's not surprising that it falls down at any time.

"Then I'm going to rest. Nellie!"

Nellie immediately replied: "The bed has been made, but I don't know if I can sleep because of the shelling just now. I'll go take a look. Wait a moment."

After saying that, Nellie trotted away.

Wang Zhong let out a long yawn.

Popov: "You'd better go to sleep quickly. Maybe we can call Ms. Lyudmila back so that you can sleep more soundly."

"Spare me." Wang Zhong smiled bitterly, "In this case, if you ask me to pay the public food, aren't you kidding me?"

"Who asked you to pay the public salary? I mean, let you have a good rest in the gentle harbor of your beloved wife."

Wang Zhong: "Then I would rather choose to sleep like a baby in my mother's arms. Do you understand mother's arms? Although Lyudmila is very virtuous, she can do everything her mother can do, but her girlish feeling is more important , lacks the brilliance of motherhood.”

Pavlov: "What about Nellie? I think she looks like your nanny and wet nurse."

Wang Zhong was shocked and looked at the chief of staff, who was as big as a bear and somewhat bald: "Nellie? Motherly? Are you sure?"

"I just said that she is like your nanny. Look, she does all the nanny's work."

Popov: "All orderlies are like this."

Just as he was talking, Nellie came in: "The bed is made, and I've also made hot water for you. I can help you wipe your body before going to bed. It can relieve fatigue."

Wang Zhong stared at Nellie.

For a moment, he did feel a "could-be-my-mother" glow emanating from Nellie.

But that is an illusion after all.

Pavlov pushed Wang Zhong: "Come on, general, wipe yourself and have a good rest."

Wang Zhong nodded and followed Neri out of the headquarters.

Popov looked at Pavlov: "Don't you bring an orderly?"

"I have an orderly. The old man who makes my tea in the morning is my butler." Pavlov said.

Popov: "I see. No wonder the coffee tastes good."

"It's tea," Pavlov corrected.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

Pavlov: "This time?"

Although he was confused, he still picked up the phone: "Division headquarters, this is Pavlov. What? When did you hear it? Okay, I will go to the sanctuary with the division commander right away."

After hanging up the phone, Pavlov looked at Popov: "The choir heard the hymns of St. Catherine's Castle and gave them to us. And the other side is still in hymn mode, so we can talk."

Popov stood up: "We have to get over it quickly, this state won't last long."

Pavlov turned to his staff and shouted: "Go ahead, commander, call down!"