Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong was in the warehouse at this time, and he was almost dying of anxiety.

——Fuck, don't shoot down the reconnaissance plane! Where did the air force come from!

In fact, it's not easy to blame the air force, because Wang Zhong has a good relationship with the air force. Although the First Mobile Army does not have the authority to command the air force, it often gets the care of the air force.

It is common for air force fighters to come over and do air defense, and it is even more common for the air force bomber unit to help bomb the enemy's logistics.

There are also things like providing aerial reconnaissance, sending wave 2 to land directly on the battlefield to deliver reconnaissance photos, and so on.

Now, it stands to reason that knowing that the army headquarters in Yeisk was attacked by air, they should be thanked for coming to support immediately.

But Wang Zhong hoped that they would not be so responsible at this time.

This deception action was improvised yesterday. After ordering the preparation of fake tanks last night, Wang Zhong immediately sent a report to the air force to inform them that the enemy's reconnaissance plane would be let go today.

However, the air force's fighter unit obviously did not receive the order and directly attacked the engine of the reconnaissance plane!

At this time, the Proson fighter arrived, and the MiG-3 was driven away from the reconnaissance plane. Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and began to pray that the reconnaissance plane would not fall.

He even had hallucinations, seeing the engine of the reconnaissance plane suddenly fall off, and then the damaged wings broke apart, and the plane also fell to the ground.

Fortunately, it did not happen, and the fighter flew out of Wang Zhong's sight.

Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and switched back to the view only to find that everyone was staring at him.

"Uh..." Wang Zhong used all his brain teasers and made up a reason, "I just deduced the changes in the battle situation in my mind, and I was relieved after getting a good result!"

Hey, wait a minute, will this lead to more outrageous speculations?

But, to be honest, it's quite interesting to be misunderstood like this. It's also fun to see how outrageous the rumors about yourself can be.

For example, the mysterious tradition of the Guards' mechanized infantry to urinate on the enemy's crotch after killing the enemy recently made Wang Zhong very happy. That tradition has spawned many strange rules.

For example, the new recruits of the Guards 1st Mechanized Infantry would bring chalk so that they could write on the enemy's helmet after killing him in hand-to-hand combat, indicating that he was the one who killed him, so that they could come back to pee after the battle.

So Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov and Popov, and saw them looking at each other in bewilderment.

Pavlov: "The air defense force just reported that they saw an air force fighter attacking an enemy plane. Should we remind the air force not to care about this reconnaissance plane?"

Wang Zhong: "That would be exposed, so let's just leave it like this. If it doesn't work today, there's still tomorrow!"

"Okay." Pavlov nodded, "We'll send another telegram to the air force tonight to remind them not to patrol here for the time being."

"Okay." As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, the phone rang.

Because it was right next to him, he picked up the receiver directly: "Army Command, this is Rokosov, go ahead."

Brother Peter's voice came from the receiver: "General, the enemy reconnaissance plane has a broken engine. I don't know about planes. Can it return to the base? The Air Force should be advised not to attack the reconnaissance plane."

Wang Zhong: "Did you hear the sound of fire?"

"No."

"Are there any other abnormal sounds?" Wang Zhong asked again.

"No, except for the sound of one engine missing, the reconnaissance plane is normal."

"Thank you, leave the rest to me." Wang Zhong put down the receiver after speaking.

In fact, he had already seen that there was no fire from the bird's-eye view, but the plug-in could only see the appearance, so he asked Brother Peter if he heard anything abnormal inside the plane.

Since there were no abnormalities, he could only pray for pilot Proson's good luck.

Popov: "Brother Peter's call?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, he heard that one engine of the Proson reconnaissance plane broke down, but he didn't hear any burning sound, so the fire should have been put out successfully."

Pavlov breathed a sigh of relief: "Just now when the anti-aircraft unit reported that the reconnaissance plane was on fire, I thought it was over this time."

Popov: "I'm not familiar with airplanes. How did you put out the fire? With a fire extinguisher?"

Wang Zhong raised his hand to gesture to him: "As long as you cut off the fuel supply, dive shallowly at the same time, adjust the pitch so that the wind blows as much as possible to the engine, there is a certain chance of natural extinguishing of the fire."

Popov raised his eyebrows: "You are really familiar with airplanes."

Of course, do you understand the value of the air combat Brahman in "War Thunder"!

Wang Zhong spread his hands: "Before, I showed my familiarity with airplanes, which greatly improved the favorability of the Air Force, so I took the time to learn more about the Air Force."

"...Just to make the Air Force have a better relationship with you?" Popov asked.

"Yes."

Popov was shocked: "You will command the front sooner or later. Wouldn't it be better to directly order the air force at that time?"

"No, it's different. Simply executing orders and executing orders with enthusiasm have different effects." Wang Zhong said so.

Pavlov interrupted: "But this time the overly responsible air force almost ruined our plan."

"That's another matter. Think about it. They will deal with our enemies with such enthusiasm in the future. Isn't it a bad thing?" Wang Zhong spread his hands.

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Ante Air Force Field Airport outside Yarvik.

"Assholes!" Colonel Corionin, the new commander of the 11th Fighter Regiment, cursed, "You almost shot down the reconnaissance plane and ruined General Rokossov's plan!"

Some of the scolded pilots defended themselves: "We just wanted to leave some bullet holes on the reconnaissance plane, so that it would be authentic. We no longer use cannons, they are all fired by machine guns. Unexpectedly, it happened that the The engine is damaged. Why doesn’t this machine gun do such good damage?”

Several pilots agreed: "Yes, yes. Usually, when our machine guns hit the enemy plane, a series of sparks are emitted, which can be seen from three hundred meters away. As a result, the plane just doesn't fall down."

"That's enough! Don't make excuses!" Colonel Corionen yelled, "When we launched the attack today, I told you to stay away from the reconnaissance planes!"

"Wouldn't that be too fake?" Some pilots still protested.

The colonel said word for word: "That is better than not being able to send the film back to the enemy! Anyway, if this happens again tomorrow, I will twist your heads off! Disband!"

The pilots turned around and left the colonel's tent dejectedly, making faces at each other as soon as they left the tent.

Colonel Corionen looked at these "proud men of heaven" and could only sigh.

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Plossen Air Force Major Hans Fried didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the firing of the aircraft's self-defense machine gun.

For a moment he thought he was still in the air, with his gunners fighting enemy fighters.

Then he discovered that the glass in front of him had been broken, and outside the remaining steel frame was the tall green grass of the South Ant grassland.

——By the way, the plane made an emergency landing.

So what is this gunshot about?

Fred struggled to stand up and checked himself to make sure he was not injured. At this time, he heard the shouts of the Ant people coming from outside.

Guerrillas!

He heard the machine gunners cursing and firing.

This was followed by the sound of a Ruger pistol being fired, presumably by the pilot on board.

Fred immediately climbed into the cockpit and saw the captain, whose lower body was covered in blood, shooting outside with his sidearm.

Fred looked out the window but saw nothing but grass.

But the Ant people were there, for the grass spoke Ant language.

The captain saw Fred and shouted: "Go and remove the film from the camera gun! And the film from the camera fixed on the fuselage! Send these to the airport and develop them! This is very important!"

Fred nodded and slipped through the narrow door leading to the fuselage.

At this time, a rifle bullet hit the fuselage, directly punching a small hole. The light of the setting sun entered through the small hole, forming a fiery red line.

When Fred climbed over the line, he always felt like he would be shot at any time. He was sweating profusely, and adrenaline made his heart beat violently.

As soon as he arrived at the camera gun, he took down the tool box that was fixed next to the camera gun and was about to remove the screws to get the film. At this time, the roar of the Ants came from outside, and then something hit the door of the plane.

Fred was desperate.

At this moment, the sound of an engine came from outside, and the Ant man shouted something.

The sound of banging on the door stopped, and at the same time the machine gunner who had been shooting shouted: "Haha! Run, run!"

Major Fred didn't know what was happening, so he could only disassemble the camera gun as quickly as possible.

When he carefully put the film into the special iron box, the sound of an engine outside also approached - obviously the sound of a tank.

Then someone shouted in Plosin: "How many people are left alive?"

It seems that the rear security forces have arrived.

The captain was shouting: "We have important information and must evacuate it as soon as possible! Please help us!"

Major Fred took the iron box containing the film and tried the hatch. He found that it had been deformed and stuck by the Ants, so he opened the small maintenance door next to it and got out with difficulty.

He saw a Panzer II tank and two armored half-tracks, apparently a rear patrol group.

The commander of the team was a lieutenant. When he saw Fred crawling out, he immediately saluted: "Mr. Major, how can I help you?"

"There is another film on the other side of the plane. When I finish opening the film, I need you to send the fastest transportation to take me back to the field airport in Kalinge! This is very important!"

Lieutenant: "We have a three-wheeler patrolling the area. I can call him over."

"Okay." Major Fred paused, suddenly thinking of the guerrillas, and asked, "Are the guerrilla activities rampant?"

The lieutenant smiled bitterly: "That's too rampant."

Major Fred put his hands on his hips and looked at the prairie where the Ant guerrillas had sneaked into. He thought for a few seconds before sighing: "I'll go in a tank."

Lieutenant: "The right choice. It's just about to set. When we are traveling at night, half-tracks are not as reliable as tanks."