Arc of Gunfire

On February 3, 1916, the remaining troops of the Proson A Army Group surrendered to the Ante troops.

On the same day, Wang Zhong issued an order to the entire Abavakhan Front to "attack Shepetovka". The entire army rushed to the B Army Group, which had been severely injured and had not yet recovered, and did not care about the 11th Army that had suffered heavy losses and was hiding in the coastal fortress.

His meaning was very clear, that is, to get as close to Shepetovka as possible before the muddy period.

After all, they had left South Ante, but the infrastructure in Kesalia could support Duke Myshkin's retreat from Shepetovka to Borsk the year before last, and now it should be able to support the large army to push back.

His headquarters also marched day and night towards Shepetovka, wishing to catch up with the troops.

However, the temperature rose faster than his exhausted troops advanced.

The winter of 1915 came very early, and the spring of 1916 also came a little early.

On February 12, the temperature in some places exceeded zero degrees, and by February 22, the snow in many places had melted and even exposed the ground.

Even so, Wang Zhong was still urging the Abavakhan Front to move towards Shepetovka, seizing every hour before the mud arrived.

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At 07:30 on February 26, on the road to Shepetovka, in the middle of the grassland.

The convoy of the Abavakhan Front Command suddenly stopped.

Wang Zhong woke up from his sleep and glanced at Lyudmila beside him, and found that his wife had just woken up.

He pulled open the blanket, put on his military cap, opened the door and got out of the car.

As a result, as soon as his boots touched the ground, he stepped into the mud with a snap.

"Damn, General Mud, General Mud, how did you come so fast!" Wang Zhong muttered.

At this time, Vasily came up in the mud and said to Wang Zhong: "The tanks in front broke down and blocked the road. We are trying to get them out now."

Wang Zhong: "Let's go and take a look."

He turned around and said to Lyudmila in the car: "I'll go to the front to see what's going on. You stay in the car and don't move. The road below is full of mud."

"Yeah." Lyudmila nodded gently, obviously not awake yet.

Wang Zhong led Vasily to the front of the convoy. Pavlov and Popov also joined in halfway, and the group walked forward one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Pavlov: "No, the mud is coming, about a week earlier than usual, which is a normal change. Stop the attack now and stay in place. It happens that the troops have already consumed a lot of ammunition, the equipment integrity rate has also dropped to a dangerous level, and everyone is very tired."

Wang Zhong sighed: "It seems that the second phase of the winter offensive can only stop here."

He really wanted to move forward, but objective conditions did not allow it. If we continue to force our way forward, we may put our troops in danger.

The right thing to do is to stop and wait for the arrival of summer.

Popov comforted Wang Zhong: "Think about how brilliant our winter offensive was. The newspapers of the United States claimed that this was a great victory that surpassed the great victory of Agsukov won by Proson the year before last.

"After this victory, no one will doubt that we will win the final victory. Even the Proson Empire has to start a general mobilization!"

Wang Zhong's expression was unusually serious: "Proson started a general mobilization, and then both sides were unable to move for the next three months, which was just right for their mobilization to be transformed into troops and equipment. The war has not yet been won, comrades still need to work hard. "

As they spoke, the group came to the crux of the team's stop: a T34W tank was stuck in the mud, completely blocking the road.

The tank's engine was running normally, and the driver was trying to get the tracks to turn, trying to use the tank's own power to leave the quagmire.

Wang Zhong: "Bring something, see if there are any trees nearby, cut some to pad! "

Vasily turned and ran away immediately.

Wang Zhong wanted to continue commanding the crowd, but suddenly stopped.

Because the sky in the east had already turned pale, with the weak light of the sky, he saw that the mud on the tank tracks was black.

Black mud.

Fertile black soil!

He pushed Popov who was blocking him away, left the road, and rushed into the still bare field.

As far as the eye could see, there was black soil everywhere, and the black was more obvious against the background of the remaining white snow.

He turned around and wanted to go back to get the lunch box filled with soil, but saw Lyudmila holding the lunch box, standing not far behind him.

The girl gently raised her hand and shook the iron lunch box in her hand.

Wang Zhong took the lunch box, carefully pulled open the iron hoop on it, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it.

Black mud The soil lay quietly in the lunch box. He shook the box a little bit, and the black soil inside spilled out a little bit. It disappeared before it hit the ground, just like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

Wang Zhong didn't even need to switch to a bird's-eye view to confirm. He knew that he was standing on the land of Khazaria now - the real land of Khazaria.

He even felt that he could feel the breath of the fertile black soil through the thick soles of his boots.

His nose was filled with the smell of morning dew.

The fish belly white in the east was brighter, and above the fish belly white, the clouds showed the color of glass.

Wang Zhong wanted to pour out all the soil in the lunch box, but when his hand was about to move, he stopped. He now felt a little reluctant to part with the soil of his hometown that had accompanied him for two severe winters.

In the morning light, Wang Zhong vaguely saw the old Duke Rokosov and Crown Prince Ivan.

They were talking as usual, opening and closing their mouths.

But this time, Wang Zhong heard it for real.

Old Rokosov: "You did it."

Ivan: "I know you can do it."

At this moment, golden light appeared from the horizon, and the phantoms of the two people suddenly shattered and turned into stars, scattered in the morning sun.

The warm sunshine descends on the earth, driving away the darkness and haze.

Wherever the sun shines, Wang Zhong hears the sound of seeds sprouting and flower buds growing eagerly to announce the arrival of spring to the world.

He stood in the warm sun, feeling the spring breeze blowing on his face.

Two severe winters have passed, and the frozen motherland has revived again.

Wang Zhong flipped his hand and turned the lunch box upside down. The soil inside fell like a waterfall and landed on the black soil of his hometown.

This time, I won't leave again.

This time, we must drive away all the invaders and then enter their country and their land.

At this time, the sound of engines came from the sky. Wang Zhong took a bird's-eye view and immediately saw a Wave 2 biplane flying towards the morning light.

The plane passed over Wang Zhong's head, turned deftly in the air, and landed at Wang Zhong's location. Because of its excellent take-off and landing performance, the Wave 2 was often used by Mao Zi as a commuting tool or as a special envoy to convey orders.

The plane landed on the ground, slid on the muddy ground, and then finally tipped forward because too much mud had accumulated on the wheels.

"Sukabu!" The officer sitting in the back seat of the plane jumped out of the plane with a curse and walked towards Wang Zhong with his briefcase.

The pilot climbed out of the plane a little later because of the influence of the wings on the biplane. In a crash like this, the pilot usually gets out later than the passengers.

The visitor was a colonel. When he arrived in front of Wang Zhong, he stood at attention and saluted. As a result, he stamped his feet too hard and the mud flew high.

"General Rokossov, salute you!" the colonel said.

Wang Zhong returned the empty lunch box to Lyudmila behind him, and then returned the greeting: "I salute you, what can I do?"

"An order from the Supreme High Command and His Majesty the Tsar. The High Command has decided to reorganize the Abavahan Front and the Mountain Front into the First Khazalia Front, with you as the commander and General Pavlov as the staff officer. Commander, General Popov serves as the military commander."

Wang Zhong took the order and glanced at it.

"I received the order." He glanced at the plane, "I don't think you can go back, so have breakfast at my headquarters."

The colonel glanced at the convoy behind Wang Zhong: "Does your... headquarters have breakfast?"

Wang Zhong looked back and said, "There should be. The next village should be only a dozen kilometers away. It will be there soon."

He hesitated and repeated: "It will be there soon."