Arc of Gunfire

Coming out of the old Duke's study, Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. The matter of replenishing the troops was solved - or partially solved. The only thing left to worry about was the siege.

If you can't influence the decision, then at least bring more troops out.

Wang Zhong was thinking about this when Lyudmila picked him up and pulled him to the terrace next to the old Duke's study: "You, you have been frowning all day long. Since these are problems that cannot be solved now, you should do your best first. "

"Yeah." Wang Zhong responded absently and looked at the scenery outside the terrace.

At this time, Pietro said: "Then I won't disturb you two. I still have work at the headquarters."

"Goodbye." Lyudmila waved and then poked Wang Zhong in the waist.

"Goodbye." Wang Zhong said.

After Pietro left, Lyudmila asked seriously: "Is it really so dangerous? The crown prince said that we have 700,000 people. Even if we have 700,000 pigs, the Prosins can't catch them all so quickly. ”

When Wang Zhong heard this sentence, his mood fell to the bottom, because the last unit in his memory that received the evaluation of "XX pigs could not be caught in XX days" had been wiped out by the regiment.

Looking at Wang Zhong's expression, Lyudmila suddenly said: "Let's go horseback riding! You haven't been riding in the manor for a long time, haven't you?"

Wang Zhong: "Riding?"

"Yeah, your second favorite activity before."

...I always feel that there is no need to ask about the activity I like first.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, I just want to take a look at the surrounding terrain to find where I can set up an anti-tank gun position."

Lyudmila blinked, but still smiled: "That's okay! Then I'll help you advise where to put the Divine Arrow Company!"

Wang Zhong turned to look at the girl and felt all the beauty in her.

Wait, what did the old Duke call her just now?

Wang Zhong: "Oh, Liuda, my dear Liuda, my sunshine and spring flowers!"

Lyudmila smiled happily.

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Like everyone else, Vasily came to the cafeteria after cleaning up his dormitory, where dinner was already served.

As soon as he entered the door, Vasily smelled a strong aroma: "Oh, it seems to be cabbage soup! Great, finally some vegetables other than pickles."

Filipov: “There are meats other than canned luncheon meat!”

Vasily: "How is that possible? Do you think the Duke would use real beef to make soup? It must be sausage! At most, it is sausage made in his own factory!"

Dimitri turned around and asked, "Don't you hate sausages?"

"Ah? Of course I don't hate it anymore. It's 25% beef, 70% pork, and five kilograms of eggs and milk! I like sausages, so much that I can recite his recipe!" Wa Xili shook his head, "But you'll always get tired of eating it!"

By this time, the people who were further ahead in the queue had already arrived at the soup pot, and the maid who cooked the meal poured a large amount of beef that was boiled until it was rotten into the bowl.

The soldier holding the bowl exclaimed: "I'm going to make it really boiled with beef! There are enough onions and carrots! This soup is so thick that it's almost gone!"

At this time, the maid looked like "What is this countryman so surprised about?" and asked, "Would you like sour cream?"

"Can I add sour cream? Hurry up and put more!"

So another maid poured a spoonful of thick sour cream into the soldier's soup bowl.

The young man left happily without taking any bread or oatmeal.

Vasily and others looked at the comrades passing by them, all staring at the soup that looked delicious at first sight.

Vasily: "Dear boy, you are really killing a cow."

Filipov: "And sour cream!"

At this moment, three other maids worked together to push a cart in. On the cart was another huge soup pot.

In the soup pot is a red viscous soup.

Filipov poked Vasily: "You are the professor's son. What kind of soup is that? It smells weird."

Vasily said uncertainly: "It looks like Korshida chicken stew."

Filipov: "Oh, although beef is also very tempting, I have drank cabbage soup countless times since I was born. I want to try that chicken!"

So Filipov followed the dining car in a hurry and was the first to get food when he arrived: "Fill it for me! And I want sour cream too!"

Maid: "Well, you don't usually eat this like this. But forget it, Katya! This soldier wants sour cream!"

While talking, the maid who prepared the meal had already poured a large spoonful of soup into Filippov's bowl, then fished out a large piece of chicken separately and placed it in the soup.

Filipov sniffed hard and immediately showed an intoxicated expression: "It smells so good, my mouth is watering!"

Vasily looked at his friend and frowned: "It's really worthless. Isn't it just a chicken, onion and tomato soup? There's vinegar in it, so the already sour soup, plus sour cream, is so sour!"

He was expressing his disdain to the fullest when Dimitri suddenly grabbed him: "Look over there!"

Vasily turned his head, followed Dimitri's finger, and saw an ice cream machine.

"Wow!" He ran over in a hurry, "Can I eat this for free?"

Maid: "Of course, these are all used by the Duke to show mercy to those who fought bravely."

Vasily said decisively: "Give me ten!"

The maid immediately started working, and soon the first ice cream was in Vasily's hand.

He licked the ice cream happily, like a happy child.

At this time, the maid making ice cream said: "Thank you for your hard work. There are so few of you left. You must have been tricked by the earl, right?"

Vasily stopped licking the ice cream.

In fact, the noise in the entire dining hall suddenly became quiet - many people did not know what was going on, but they were also held down by their comrades who knew what was going on.

The ice cream maid asked in confusion: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"I won't allow you to insult the general!" Vasily said loudly.

At this time, a priest came over: "Vasily! Okay! People just don't know what we have gone through. Can't you just tell them carefully? We are the Guards. Look at your Guards cloak. Even if it's very... Even if you are angry, you must also speak well to the people!”

Vasily put down the half-licked ice cream: "Then let me tell you! First of all, it starts with the general asking us to lay out fake mine arrays!"

I don’t know who made the mistake of saying: “Shouldn’t we start with you picking shit?”

Then Qiba pressed the interrupter's shoulders with both hands.

"Okay! I was wrong, I shouldn't have interrupted at this time!" He was frightened for a second.

"These Prosin devils," Vasily began, "are very rigid! The general has already fought them in Haute-Penier! He also destroyed 40 tanks! So he knows that they are all idiots who don't know how to adapt. ! So the general ordered me to write 40 notice boards on wooden boards, which said: 'Minefield, please pay attention!'"

It can only be said that Vasily, as the son of a music professor, is indeed somewhat talented. In a blink of an eye, the story of General Rokossov's battle against the 15th Demon Armored Division emerged vividly.

However, when he mentioned that the booby trap he planted under the sign sent the enemy several meters high, some people couldn't sit still.

"You are just bragging about yourself! I know that your girl has been guarding the enemy's radio that the general captured for two days!"

Vasily: "I guard the radio, so I am closest to the general and know every decision!"

"That's weird! Our tank troops are the ones closest to the general! Alexander Yefimovich, please tell me about the time when the general ordered you to personally charge into the formation and kill the enemy's major general division commander!"

Alexander quickly wiped off the soup in the bowl with the bread in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and then stood up while chewing: "This matter starts with our tank! Our tank, originally It is used for the young master's spring outing, and a place is specially installed for the young master to enjoy the scenery.

"Guess what, the general said this is good. This position is convenient for observing the battlefield! So during the battle, the general kept his head outside the whole time. The enemy's bullets swept over and hit the tank armor with a bang. The general was not afraid at all. !

"We just rushed through the enemy's armored forces. The general suddenly shouted: 'Turn left and charge all the way!'

"I was using the gun scope to open the tank of the Prosen Japs, but as soon as the tank body turned, the contents of the gun scope were turned upside down! Good guy, the enemy's division commander happened to be on the cross of the gun scope!

"When the general said 'fire', I opened fire, and the high-explosive bomb hit the enemy major general at his feet! With a bang, he was blown to pieces!"

Others made sounds of admiration, as if they were hearing such a wonderful story for the first time.

At this time, someone picked up the champagne on the table: "A toast to the general!"

"Here's to the general!"

"We don't recognize anyone but him!"

While the men were excited, the maids looked at each other in disbelief, unable to believe that Alyosha, who was hated by everyone, had become a commander who was admired by everyone.

At this time Vasily said: "The general can also write poetry!"

At this time, the head maid, who had been crossing her arms, couldn't hold back anymore and shouted: "We girls know this very well. Any pretty maid here has received a sonnet from the second young master! "

One of the maids burst out laughing. It seemed that the sonnet was so bad that everyone would laugh just thinking about it.

Vasily took out his notebook: "Huh, let me read it to you! Although this poem has many grammatical errors, the content is not mentioned! After I revised and polished it, it looked like this:

"The wind and smoke are singing about heroes, and the green mountains are all around to listen... (Here Vasily is reading a re-rhymed version based on the Ant language)"

The maids of the Rokosov family were not that purely illiterate. At least they all attended Sunday school, and the younger ones even studied in the popular college established by the church until the tenth grade.

They could hear the level of the poem.

The maids looked at each other.

Is this the same Alexei Konstantinovich Rokosov they know?