Arc of Gunfire

At this time, the 10th Tank Army and the tank cavalry on their "backs" had already engaged the enemy, and tracer bullets and explosions continued to tear apart the morning glow.

Thanks to the chaos they created, the brigade on the road did not attract much attention - even though it was already dawn.

Wang Zhong had originally thought that his No. 422 would be parked here, and if the enemy attacked, it could still attract attention and cover the brigade's retreat.

But it was unknown how long this situation would last. The Prosons would always react, and the 10th Tank Army could only attack the enemy with whom they had visual contact.

In addition, the enemy's air force was also very worrying. Based on the experience of the past few days, the first wave of enemy air forces would generally arrive around six in the morning, and now there were less than two hours.

Because he was worried about the air force, Wang Zhong subconsciously checked the anti-aircraft machine gun.

The lesson left by the sudden failure of the anti-aircraft machine gun of the BT tank in Loktov last time, which led to the sacrifice of the entire crew, was too profound, forcing Wang Zhong to learn the structure of the machine gun thoroughly.

Now Wang Zhong looked like a veteran when checking the machine gun, and even laymen could see this.

Nellie looked at Wang Zhong's hand adjusting the bolt, and then at his face.

Lyudmila smiled and said, "You are more skilled at handling a gun than you are at handling a girl!"

Wang Zhong frowned and looked at Lyudmila.

At this time, the little boy sitting in front of the turret turned around and said, "What do you mean by handling a girl? Are you playing house?"

The adults, both men and women, who were marching beside the tank all laughed.

The little boy was very confused and asked repeatedly, "What are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?"

After Wang Zhong checked the machine gun, he was about to tell the little boy some adult knowledge when he saw Yegorov sitting in a fellow villager's carriage in the middle of the road.

Wang Zhong immediately asked: "Yegorov, why are you being lazy?"

Yegorov raised his right foot and showed the splint and strap on his calf: "My leg was broken during the retreat and was just reattached. I could have walked with a gun, but the villagers pulled me up."

The fellow driver said: "If you don't take my car, your leg will be useless when you get to Shepetovka, and you can't kill the enemy anymore. Maybe you will have to have it amputated. Now I'll give you a ride, and you will have to come back to fight the Japanese in half a year."

Yegorov spread his hands: "Look, the villagers are really clear about the accounts!"

Wang Zhong also laughed, but he immediately asked a new question: "Where is your unit?"

Yegorov pointed to the west: "The back! This time the bunker was useful, and I brought a lot of people out. You stay in Shepetovka for a few days, and I guess more and more people who have been separated will return to the team."

"Okay, I will." Wang Zhong replied. Yegorov's indifferent smile suddenly disappeared. He stared at Wang Zhong and said, "I will go to recuperate for half a year, and then I will come back to hell to accompany you, General."

Before Wang Zhong responded, someone among the soldiers shouted, "Maybe it will be the enemy's hell in half a year!"

Everyone laughed, and Wang Zhong laughed too, although he knew that half a year would not be the end of suffering and happiness.

The carriage that Yegorov was sitting in passed in front of Tank No. 422 and headed towards Shepetovka.

Wang Zhong stared at him for a long time, and only looked away when he could no longer see him clearly.

Then he saw Lieutenant Colonel Eugene carrying a miner's pickaxe and Captain Andrei, the military staff assigned to him, walking in the team.

Wang Zhong: "Lieutenant Colonel Eugene, why are you holding a miner's pick?"

"This is convenient." The lieutenant colonel carried the pick on his shoulder while speaking, "If you want to ask about the situation of the troops, they are almost all here."

Wang Zhong: "Where is Orlov from the Fifth Tank Army?"

"In the back, I originally planned to use their small tanks to transport some lightly wounded soldiers, but they broke down just after leaving the position, and the lightly wounded had to be carried by them."

Wang Zhong nodded, and saw Pavlov and the group of military staff and clerks in the crowd again.

The chief of staff just nodded and didn't speak.

Wang Zhong: "Pavlov, why don't you speak?"

Pavlov pointed to his throat and gestured. It seems that he talked too much when organizing the retreat and directly hurt his throat.

When Pavlov passed by, Lyudmila suddenly said, "Why didn't I see Popov and the choir?"

"I didn't see them." Wang Zhong sighed, "There are still many people who didn't see them, such as my guard Gregory. I sent him with the guard company to reinforce the position in the woods in the east to cover the artillery."

Lyudmila hesitated, and just looked to the west with Wang Zhong worriedly.

At this time, a roar came from the sky.

Wang Zhong's first reaction was to look to the west and north, and then he realized that the sound came from the northeast.

Then he saw the Il-2s in the attack formation flying close to the ground, strafing the Proson Army on the ground with machine guns.

Everyone on the tank raised their heads and watched the Ante Air Force ravage the enemy.

Cheering in uneven patterns rang out in the mixed column on the march.

Lyudmila suddenly said: "It is said that this is the reinforcement you asked Her Royal Highness for?"

"Yes, at that time, I thought that the air force could arrive at the battlefield immediately and be useful immediately." Wang Zhong turned his head to look at Lyudmila, "Are you familiar with Her Royal Highness?"

Lyudmila shook her head repeatedly: "No."

"What's the matter, I am so familiar with the crown prince, why don't you take the opportunity to get to know him?"

"Her Royal Highness the Princess doesn't come to the salon very often. She always hangs out with the uncles at balls and listens to them talk about difficult things. She is the most difficult flower in St. Catherine's Castle. Even you have hit a wall. "

Did I actually hit a wall?

More Il-2s joined the battlefield, and it looked like at least two aviation regiments were coming.

The Prosens hastily organized anti-aircraft firepower, but it didn't seem to be very effective against the Il-2, which is known as flying cement blocks.

At this time, Wang Zhong saw an airplane with a yellow nose swooping down from the sky.

BF109!

The Prosen Air Force finally dispatched to provide air cover for the ground troops!

Previously, Wang Zhong thought that the Prosen Air Force in this time and space would only dispatch dive bombers and level bombers.

At the same time as 109 joined, the Lager-3 of the Ant Air Force also joined the battle.

Ant pilot's voice could be heard on the radio: "Go up, kill them! Cover the attack aviation group!"

So a row of LaG-3 swooped down from the direction of the rising sun.

Wang Zhong muttered subconsciously: "Why is it Lager-3? Where is Jacques-3?"

Lyudmila and Neli both looked at Wang Zhong curiously. They had obviously never heard of these two aircraft models.

Wang Zhong: "Send Yak-3!"

Lyudmila asked curiously: "What happened to Rag 3?"

Wang Zhong: "This aircraft will lock the rudder at high speeds and cannot be pulled at all. The maneuverability of the nose at low speeds is as bad as a brick. The engine production capacity is like constipation. The speed is completely lost after a slight rotation. You have to open the flaps to get enough lift... "

Um?

He realized that these were things "this" Rokosov should not know.

Then he glanced at his fiancée guiltily.

Lyudmila: "How do you know this? Have you never flown a plane?"

"Yes...it's Vasily! He flew in the flying club! He told me!" Wang Zhong forcibly made up a reason.

Lyudmila blinked: "Vasili knows a lot!"

"That's right," Wang Zhong shrugged, "The professor's son, the professor!"

"But since he joined the flying club, he should go to the air force. How could he join the infantry school?"

Wang Zhong: "Uh...his father won't let him! He's the son of a professor. His father thinks that the air force is a hooligan and will learn bad things."

"Understood." Lyudmila nodded.

At this time, Lag San had already been shot down by the highly skilled 109 pilot, dragging thick smoke into the grass on the ground and exploding into a fireball.

The remaining Lago IIIs were still fighting enemy planes.

The radio was filled with the shouts of Ant pilots: "No. 8, it's behind you! It's behind you!"

"Semyon, circle left! Damn it, circle left! Remember that the circling performance on both sides of our aircraft is different!"

"Mother!"

"Nikitovich, take care of my son for me!"

White parachutes bloom in the sky, looking like lonely dandelions.

Wang Zhong watched it for a few more seconds and felt it was too bad. He directly adjusted the radio's receiving frequency and stopped listening to the pilots' channel.

Pilots are more valuable than tankers, but they were killed by rotten aircraft.

Anyone who hands over bad equipment to the troops should be taken out for target practice.

He tried to turn his attention to something else, so he looked westward along the road, and saw Gregory hanging among the group with a cigarette in his mouth.

Wang Zhong: "Gregory! Where is the person I entrusted to you?"

Gregory pointed to the back: "There are about two hundred alive, but this is the entire battalion combined. There are still alive artillerymen following behind. The organization is in chaos, and they are mixed with the common people. I don't know how many there are. ”

Wang Zhong: "Okay, you did a good job. Also, did you see Popov and the people from the church?"

Gregory: "We didn't enter the city. We walked directly through the forest. When we came out, there was a firefight in the city behind. Maybe they were mixed up."

Wang Zhong was speechless and waved his hand.

Gregory continued walking northeast, smoking comfortably while walking.

Lyudmila: "He looks so calm."

"Well, he is like this. He was like this when he ambushed the enemy reconnaissance team last time. He was terrifyingly calm." Wang Zhong said.

At this time, Neli suddenly pinched Wang Zhong's waist and pointed into the distance: "Look!"

Wang Zhong looked over and found that several Prosen soldiers two hundred meters away had discovered that the team walking on the road was not one of their own.

"Alexander!" Wang Zhong immediately ordered from inside, "Turn the turret 20 degrees to the left, load the high-explosive bombs, and kill the enemy! Quick!"

The turret immediately began to rotate and then opened fire.

Several Prossens who discovered the abnormality were suddenly blasted into the air.

Wang Zhong operated an anti-aircraft machine gun and fired at the group of Prosen tents near the Prosen people. While shooting, he shouted to the people on the road: "Quick! Run forward! The enemy has discovered something abnormal!"

At this time, the directional machine gun on the No. 422 car body also started firing, mowing down another group of enemies who noticed something unusual on the road.

Wang Zhong: "The white horse is calling the 10th Tank Army. The white horse is calling the 10th Tank Army. The enemy has discovered us. Please contain the enemy as much as possible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone shouting: "Alyosha!"

He followed the sound and saw Su Fang sitting on an ox cart. The driver was Popov, and there were a large number of fellow skitarii following around the ox cart.

Wang Zhong: "Stop shouting and leave quickly! The enemy has reacted!"

After saying this, Wang Zhong shot at the enemy again.