Arc of Gunfire

On January 11, the Abavahan Front Army Headquarters moved forward according to the established plan.

At about 1330, Wang Zhong suddenly saw a road sign in front of him from a bird's eye view.

So he shouted to Vasily who was driving: "Stop at the road sign ahead!"

Vasily responded and drove the jeep straight to the road sign in front of him. On the way there, he kept saying, "General, how did you see it? I thought it was a withered sapling."

Wang Zhong: "I feel it is there."

It's a pity that Amelia drove the plane to transfer and did not leave with the headquarters column, otherwise she would definitely have provided cover for Wang Zhong.

Lyudmila sat next to Wang Zhong. She just glanced at Wang Zhong and didn't say much.

Although Vasily didn't know what was going on, he still drove the car all the way to the road sign.

The troops that had passed before had cleared all the snow on the road signs, and all the snow on the ground had been shoveled away to ensure the passage of the road.

Wang Zhong took out his portable map and looked at the map to confirm the place names on the road signs.

"Go this way to Borsk, go the other way to Kulinka... That's right!" He put away the map and looked at Lyudmila, his eyes a little sore, "We are standing in Kozalia on the land!”

Lyudmila covered her mouth. From the corner of her mouth, she seemed to be smiling, but tears rolled directly from her eyes and were quickly frozen.

Wang Zhong hugged his wife, and then took out the iron box he had always carried with him from the car, intending to return the soil from his hometown to his hometown - but the moment he opened the lid, he discovered that the black soil in the box and the brown soil under his feet were The difference is a bit big.

Is it because the land under my feet was covered with snow just now and the sun has just emerged? It's impossible that the gap is so big just because of this, right?

"Why not black earth?" He asked Gregory in surprise, "Isn't the color too different?"

In the end, it was Vasily who answered him: "Well, the area we are in now did not originally belong to Khazalia. It was only regarded as a reward for meritorious service in the war less than a hundred years ago and was incorporated into the Kingdom of Khazalia. "

Wang Zhong: "There is such a connection."

He looked at the black soil in the box again, sighed, closed the box, tied it with a rope, and put it back in the car.

Grigory: "When we capture Borsk and push northwest, we will enter the real territory of Khazalia. Then we will be galloping on the black land."

Wang Zhong nodded: "Well, that day won't be too far away, and it may even come before the mud period."

The mud period is from the end of February to the beginning of March. As the temperature rises, the snow on the ground melts, and the snow water and fertile soil mix together to form a swamp. By then, almost all large-scale military operations will be stopped, and the battlefield will temporarily calm down.

In other words, where the actual line of control between the two sides is at that time, there will be no major changes in the next three months.

The next large-scale operation by both sides will almost wait until May. Some large-scale offensive campaigns will even need to wait until June - after the mud is over to stock up on supplies for large-scale military operations.

He was about to get back in the car when Pavlov's jeep stopped at the road sign.

Chief of Staff Gou Xiong looked at the road sign: "What's wrong with this road sign? Is it written wrong? Or is there an enemy agent who made a fake road sign?"

"No, that's right. I stopped the car because this is the beginning of the Kasalia territory."

Pavlov's expression paused for a moment, then he smiled and said, "We're back. When did you leave Kesalia?"

Wang Zhong immediately reported the date: "On August 8th, at the unknown station, I packed a lunch box of black soil. It's almost a year and a half later, and it's shorter than expected. It's much shorter."

Lyudmila: "Neli chose the lunch box, and I remember it seemed to be the same day..."

Wang Zhong looked to the northwest, and Agsukov was in that direction.

He stared at the horizon and whispered: "My father, and my good brother died in Agsukov. I will always remember Lyuda, forever."

Pavlov also looked in the same direction: "Yegorov has taken the troops back to rest, and he himself has to recover from his injuries. If he were there, he would drink so much that the blood vessels of the army bishop would burst."

Ever since his wife and children died, Yegorov has been a bit of an alcoholic, and he can only control it a little when he is with the female doctor.

Popov happened to be driving over in the car, and when he heard this, he immediately said: "If there is a suitable reason, I will turn a blind eye to alcoholism. So is there a reason?"

Wang Zhong pointed to the road sign: "We are in Khazalia."

Popov was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Then I have no objection to you drinking more. But someone must be able to make decisions tonight, so as not to let the enemy take advantage of the situation. In other words, at least one of you two must stay awake. ”

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry, I plan to drink this drink when I return to the black land of my hometown. We still have an entire army group to deal with! Once Army Group A is eaten, Prosen's heavy troop group on the southern front will The smoke disappeared, and suddenly there was more room for us to move around!”

"Yes." Pavlov agreed, "We will have many choices at that time. We can go north to attack Shepetovka, or we can go west. However, the enemy's navy will be more annoying if we go west, and those close to the shore There is no way to leave for more than ten kilometers, because it will be covered by naval guns."

At this time, a staff officer came over on horseback, dismounted in front of Wang Zhong and others, and handed the paper forward: "General, there is an urgent report from the front line."

Pavlov took a look at the report and frowned: "This is terrible."

Wang Zhong: "What's wrong?"

Pavlov: "The enemy wanted to escape, and both the reconnaissance troops and the cavalry discovered the convoy retreating to the mainland of Khazalia."

Wang Zhong was speechless: "Why did Emperor Prosen make a decision so quickly this time? Why didn't he throw the marshal's scepter to the commander of Army Group A and then let him hold on?"

Popov: "He has already suffered a loss from you, so he should learn from his mistakes."

Wang Zhong frowned and asked Pavlov: "Is it possible for us to destroy the enemy's 11th Army in a short time?"

Pavlov shook his head: "It's difficult. To fight a war of annihilation on the plains, we can only divide and encircle. The quality of our current soldiers may not be able to divide and encircle."

Wang Zhong: "Since they can't be annihilated, let's find a way to repel them. Let's enter from the front of Borsk and fight our way through the city. It just so happens that we also have new tanks and assault guns that can complete this task."

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At the same time, within the Prosen Empire, the Eagle's Nest.

The emperor looked at the newly released maritime rescue plan: "According to your plan, have you calculated how many troops can be retreated in one day?"

Navy Captain Richard, the planner of the plan, said: "If everything goes well, we can pick up 30,000 people a day."

The emperor's expression lit up at first and he was about to be happy, but he fainted halfway: "Why are there only thirty thousand people?"

Colonel Richard: "If the coastal fortress is not lost and we have a port, the number of people we can pick up in a day may reach 50,000."

The emperor shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, there must be at least 50,000 people taken out every day. You can think of a way, such as requisitioning more ships!"

Navy Captain Richard nodded like garlic.

Seeing that the matter had come to an end, Marshal Celtic said: "In fact, some troops should be withdrawn by land. If the 11th Army can resist for a little longer, then..."

The emperor shook his head: "I know Shipling. As long as he can still resist, he will resist and fight the enemy. Let the navy try to send ammunition and supplies to Shipling before the retreat begins, and by the way, send the soldiers' home letters. Collect them and send them back home.”

The navy marshal stood at attention and saluted: "The mission will be completed, Your Majesty."

The emperor stood up and clapped his hands vigorously: "Take action to save Army Group A from Rokossov's clutches, everyone! Otherwise, the loss will be too great, and the empire cannot afford such a loss!"

At least not until mobilization.