Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong was thinking about the future, and Lyudmila pulled his sleeve.

He turned his head to look at the girl, but the girl pouted in the direction of his gaze.

Wang Zhong looked in the direction of her gaze in confusion, and then saw a short and fat version of himself.

Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov looked okay overall, mainly because he exercised enough.

The man in front of him was actually about the same height as him, but because the overall tonnage had expanded a lot and weight management failed seriously, he looked short and fat.

The high EQ statement is: solid and honest.

But even though there was such a big difference in body shape, Wang Zhong still had the feeling of "Oh my God, he looks like me."

So even without looking at the name, Wang Zhong knew that this person should be his relative.

He glanced at the name: Brigadier General Petro Konstantinovich Rokosov, Duke Rokosov.

Based on the patronymic name of Konstantinovich, Wang Zhong judged that this person had the same father as himself. There was a tradition among the nobles of the Ante Empire that the first-in-line heir would receive a nominal title even if he did not actually inherit the territory.

In other words, this person might be his brother, the first-in-line heir, so he was also called the Duke - even though he did not actually inherit the territory.

Pietro looked at Wang Zhong, quickened his pace and walked over, opening his arms: "My dear brother! Alyosha!"

Wang Zhong was hugged so hard that his chest almost ruptured.

Are you going to murder your brother, fat man!

After Pietro let go of Wang Zhong, he was still very excited, and his mouth trembled when he spoke - it was not because Wang Zhong looked carefully, but because this guy was fat, and the small tremor was immediately obvious after being magnified by the fat.

Pietro: "When the choir received the news that you were in danger in Upper Peniye, I quickly tried every means to hint to the people below to send you reinforcements. I don't know what they sent. I was relieved until I received the news that you arrived in Bogdanovka..."

...Hmm? Did you send KV1 No. 67?

But why, according to Petro, he couldn't give orders directly to the troops below? And how could he, a brigadier general in Agsukov, give orders to the troops in Bogdanovka? He couldn't control that, right?

Wang Zhong's doubts were immediately solved as soon as they arose: Because Petro was too fat before, Wang Zhong could only notice his front and ignored the staff armband on his shoulder.

Although this guy has the rank of brigadier general, he is probably a senior staff officer of the front staff.

Thinking of a way in the headquarters, it is indeed possible to give some hints to the troops below to let them send troops.

No wonder there was only one KV1 to support, it turned out that the people guarding Bogdanovka at that time just found some reinforcements to deal with the above.

Everything made sense.

Petro held Wang Zhong's hand: "I'm glad you're back! My father and I just hope you're safe, you don't have to brag so much!"

... Hmm?

Pietro: "I have already arranged a good relationship with the personnel department, and I will transfer you to the logistics department immediately!"

Wang Zhong frowned and looked at the fat man in front of him with an unbelievable face. What about the Western nobles who promised to protect the people? Not only did they transfer their bloodline to the back at this time of national crisis, but they also said it in public without any care?

What do the sons of the civilians who died generously for the country think?

The sense of separation that I just felt came again.

Wang Zhong thought of the brave crusaders who died when defending Loktov, and the men, women, old and young who took active actions.

Could it be that what prompted everyone to act at that time had nothing to do with the nobles, but the belief in saving the nation?

Wang Zhong's favorability towards the people of Ant +1000 points.

He shook off Pietro's hand: "I will not leave my troops. I will fight until I completely defeat Proson, turn Prosonnia into a ruin, wash my tracks with the blood of Emperor Proson, and then eat pickles on his table."

The surrounding dandies obviously misunderstood Wang Zhong's words, thinking that he was bragging as usual, and whistled.

But Pietro looked unbelievable and stared at Wang Zhong: "You...what's wrong with you? No, no, for the sake of the front-line troops, you should go to the logistics department, and go to those departments that manage unimportant materials, such as the warehouses for storing and distributing pickles...Oh, you are going here, right? That can be arranged!"

Wang Zhong: "No, I say it again, I will not leave the front line, I will not give up the soldiers who fought with me! I will fight with them until the day when Proson is finally defeated!"

Pietro smiled: "Don't be like this, look at your soldiers, they must have had enough of you! Uh..."

Pietro looked at the soldiers of the Rokosov battle group lined up on the platform, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time, Lyudmila said: "Petro Konstantinovich, he is no longer the same person as yesterday."

Petro looked at his brother again, and seemed to finally feel the temperament of his blood relative that was completely different from the past, until he saw Bucephala who was picking Wang Zhong's hair.

Bucephala: "Whew (tremolo)~~~~"

Wang Zhong silently pushed the horse's head away.

Petro:...

Then Petro decided to ignore this overly abrupt scene, he cleared his throat: "So...you won't tell me that you really commanded the troops to fight and got the recognition of the troops?"

Wang Zhong: "What do you think? My dear brother!"

Pietro: "Then...you want to say that you really destroyed 600 Prossen tanks?"

Wang Zhong was choked up and almost stopped. He cleared his throat: "That's not true. But there are still a hundred of them, and I personally commanded the tanks to kill twenty of them.

"I also personally commanded my car No. 422 to kill Major General Randolph, commander of the enemy's 15th Armored Division - now he may have been promoted to general twice in a row."

The dudes behind Pietro looked at each other, obviously they couldn't accept the fact that "that" Alyosha became a real iron-blooded soldier.

Pietro was obviously a little confused. He covered his mouth: "This...my father and I both thought that the battle reports were all made up by sycophants, or were produced by some capable officers under you, and you pretended to be the leader. We thought we should transfer you Taking care of the pickle warehouse is the best way."

Good guy, it turns out that dad and brother are not trying to keep the original owner in peace, but trying to prevent him from causing less damage.

It seems that just as Lyudmila said, the Rokosov family except Alyosha are pretty good.

Pietro: "I want to discuss it with my father, but I don't think he will believe that you have become a qualified soldier. In the end, you may still have to manage the warehouse..."

At this time, Vasily finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Brigadier General! Uh, Brigadier General Rokossov... uh..."

Only after this guy opened his mouth did he realize that both brigadiers were "Rokosov".

After a brief hesitation, he said: "Fat Brigadier! As long as we are stationed in the manor and let the Duke listen to our discussion, he will definitely know how much we trust the Brigadier... I mean, thin Brigadier !”

Pietro took out a handkerchief, wiped his sweat vigorously, and then said: "I will go back and tell my father. God, my father will not believe it. I am going to be scolded!"

"But my father originally wanted your troops to be stationed in the manor. He felt that you, a commander with such outstanding performance, must be treated well."

After saying that, Petro Konstantinovich Rokosov left in a hurry.

At this time, Crown Prince Ivan, who had been listening to the family conversation between the two brothers, said: "I told you why I received so much resistance when I asked to promote you. It turns out that the Duke was interfering. But... you really killed Pu Luo A major general?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, I saw him killed by a high-explosive bomb with my own eyes."

"Oh...that's pretty awesome. You...you really became a war hero? How is that possible? You have lower scores than me!"

Wang Zhong looked at the crown prince in confusion: "You don't believe that I have become a war hero? Then why did you arrange heavy artillery and T34 for me?"

Ivan: "Ah, this is what Olga said. She said that giving you some military parade experts would make things more interesting. Moreover, she borrowed my name, took my seal and ran away."

Wang Zhong frowned, and he immediately realized that Ivan used female pronouns in his words.

In the Ant language, Olga is also a unisex name and can be used by both men and women.

So the question is, who is this "Olga"?

He can't be as high as the Tekkadan leader in Iron-Blooded Orphans... that one is a man.

Lyudmila leaned close to Wang Zhong's ear and whispered: "Olga Nikolayevna Antonovna, the sister of the crown prince, the second in line of succession. Because the current majesty Nicholas V There is no second son."

Crown Prince: "You have even forgotten Olga. She has been scolding you all day long! Calling you a stinking turd! But after the battle report was sent from the front, I gave it to her with the mentality of teasing her, but it turned out that She actually read it very carefully!

"Then I offered to give you some cool equipment to make you look embarrassed!"

Good guy, let me tell you why the Crown Prince doesn't give me the impression of someone who can send me so many reinforcements. It turns out that it was Her Royal Highness who did this. And then this idiot was kept in the dark.

The Crown Prince was still saying: "How about these military parade equipment, are they put to good use? When they appeared on the battlefield, were the Proscenians stunned? I originally wanted to use those handsome T35 Send it over. After all, you used to like T35 the most, saying it was tall and powerful!

"In the end, Olga scolded me and sent you T34.

"This thing is no good, it looks weak. T35 is still powerful!"

Wang Zhong said "Oh" and then asked seriously: "Is Her Highness Olga Nikolayevna Antonovna also in Agsukov now?"

"Of course not. Her Royal Highness the Queen forbids her to come close to the front line. Now she gives speeches to the soldiers every day in St. Yekaterinburg, making hot water with her own hands and so on. My sister likes to put on airs, you know!"

Wang Zhong was speechless.

Her Royal Highness the Princess took her brother's seal and faked the order before sending the technical equipment... Now that the Crown Prince is in Agsukov, that means that we can't count on the equipment coming from the capital.

It seems that tonight he has to convince Duke Rokosov that since he can transfer his dandy son to the warehouse area to distribute pickles, he can allocate troops to his son who has become a soldier.

He couldn't wait to see this "father".

Wang Zhong turned to Yegorov and said, "Get ready to go and get to the manor as soon as possible."

Yegorov: "Well, we don't know where your estate is."

Wang Zhong thought it was a coincidence, I don’t know either.

He silently pushed away Bucephalas, who was nibbling his hair again, and looked at Lyudmila.

Lyudmila: "I will show you the way. You are all officers. You should just point on the map to understand."

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At this moment, on the third floor of the train station, in the machinery room of the huge bell tower, the secular Patriarch Belinsky looked down at the platform, his eyes always fixed on Rokossov.

Popov stood next to him respectfully, saying nothing.

Finally, Belinsky spoke: "It is true that he is a soldier who is dedicated to saving the nation, but is he really willing to be with civilians as you said? There are also people among the noble officers who are willing to share the joys and sorrows with civilian soldiers. They put those Regarded as the basic qualities of a good military officer.

"How do you prove that this Rokossov is different from them?"

Popov: "Through observation, I think he is not the same as those nobles. Because of this, even civilians are willing to follow him, resist the invaders under his command, and even die generously."

Belinsky: "Well, we need to observe more. And he also needs to show more actual results. Just killing a major general and destroying hundreds of Prosen tanks is not enough to prove anything.

"This war is a fight between two steel giants. We are much weaker and therefore need more capable commanders.

"At least we must stop Prossen's offensive this year and turn the situation from a retreat to a strategic stalemate, so that the United States and the United Kingdom can provide us with assistance."

Popov: "His Majesty the Patriarch, it is of no use to me, a brigade-level bishop, to talk about these things."

"I know, I know. I just want to say it to let you understand that this mission is very important."

At this time, the Rokossov battle group in the station began to move.

Belinsky: "Go down quickly, the church will do its best to replenish the battle group - I mean, if you don't mind that the people who are added are ambitious young people who have nothing but bravery and passion."

Popov: "Then why not replenish the prayer hands and launchers for the Divine Arrow Company of Deputy Knight Yetsemenko."

Belinsky: "Well, this request can be met. Let's go back and wait for news."

The Patriarch said as he waved his hand.

After Popov saluted, he turned and left.

At this time, the bishops who were listening in the shadow of the gears all came out. One of them said: "One of our secular beliefs is that there has never been a Messiah. In other words, we ourselves, each of us, are the Messiah. Ya.”

The Patriarch smiled: "Yes, that's why we have to find those capable people among the people. This is not a contradiction, Bishop Chernyshevsky. It doesn't matter whether he is a noble or a steel worker. What is important is It’s military talent, it’s necessary to stop the invasion of the Proson Demon!”

The Patriarch looked at the platform again, looking at the young faces that had become extremely strong due to the tempering of blood and fire, and repeated softly: "This is necessary."