Arc of Gunfire

After eating in the cafeteria, Wang Zhong just walked out of the cafeteria door and saw Popov face to face.

Popov: "Did you also receive the order?"

As he said that, he saw Vasili coming out with Wang Zhong's military uniform and new collar badge, and curled his lips: "It seems that I received it. Then I have to fulfill my duties as the military bishop of the 151st Division. I suggest that before eating every morning in the future, Assemble and tidy up after dinner.”

Vasily frowned: "Are you going to polish your shoes again?"

Popov: "It's not just shoes that need to be polished. I went around the dormitory today, and there were people who didn't even have a quilt! It's understandable during the war, and I can tolerate the lack of military discipline, but now that we've entered rest, we have to take care of all this. , which can reduce the sacrifices in the next battle.”

"Can shiny leather shoes reduce sacrifices?" Vasily showed his thorny nature.

Wang Zhong: "You have already made me feel that you owe me a lot."

"I'm sorry General."

After telling Vasily to shut up, Wang Zhong said to Popov: "Just start whatever you plan to do. The Patriarch told me yesterday that our supplementary personnel will arrive today, and we should provide you with enough priests. You finally have someone to discipline them.”

"Today? Are you sure? I didn't receive the notice." Popov looked a little doubtful.

Wang Zhong: "We'll find out later. I'll go find Pavlov first. Do you know where he is?"

Popov turned back and pointed at the two-story building facing the concave dormitory building: "He seems to have set up his headquarters there. I don't know the details. I slept in the local church's dormitory yesterday."

Wang Zhong: "Didn't you kidnap any capable monks back?"

"There is a shortage of these monks everywhere now. Even monks like Brother Peter are in demand. They are expected to serve as air defense surveillance posts everywhere." Popov looked helpless, "Don't worry, the Patriarch has clearly promised me, It will replenish our company of divine arrows.”

Just as Wang Zhong opened his mouth, he saw a row of gas trucks with church flags driving into the playground.

So he pointed at the truck and asked, "Is that those?"

Popov turned around and said, "Uh... I don't know. Just go over and have a look."

Just then the first GAZ truck stopped and a bunch of civilians jumped out.

Wang Zhong: "Bishop, please explain why a bunch of civilians jumped out of the church flag truck?"

Like a goldfish being fished out of water, Popov opened his mouth in vain, without saying anything.

At this time, the "old" soldiers who had finished eating also discovered these people, and they all stopped and looked at them curiously.

The men who looked like priests began to form a team, trying to make these civilians line up like an army.

Wang Zhong had a bad premonition: "Could this be the replenishment of our skitarii?"

Popov was stunned: "There is one lowest-ranking priest in a platoon, he must be the Skitarii. But he wasn't even given any equipment?"

Wang Zhong: "Not to mention equipment, I don't even have military uniforms. Is the Patriarch trying to trick me?"

"You'd better not say this in front of the inquisitor." Popov reminded.

Gas trucks lined up and drove over, put the people down and drove away. After a while, the playground was filled with a large crowd of people. These people could only stand in loose formations in rows. Although the priests had tried hard to maintain order, many people could not stop chatting.

Wang Zhong stood at the door of the dining hall and watched this scene. It felt like he was in college watching the freshmen gathering at the auditorium at the final exercise of military training.

——My next mission is to lead this group of people to a cruel battlefield?

Vasily: "Although I am only a warrant officer who has not yet completed officer training, I can see that these people still need to train for at least half a year to become reliable soldiers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yegorov came out of nowhere and added: "These new recruits can only fire the first shot when they arrive on the battlefield, and then they forget to pull the trigger to the end before firing. They It will constantly pull the bolt to pull the unfired ammunition out of the barrel.

"I have tasted enough new recruits like this. Why should we be replenished with such troops?"

Wang Zhong turned to look at Yegorov: "Have you been promoted?"

Yegorov: "No. The boss above probably thinks that if I, a civilian, want to continue to be promoted, I have to go to a military academy for further studies. Even though the most outstanding commander in the army is ranked last when he graduates from the military academy."

"Well," Wang Zhong was a little embarrassed, "I'm just the best commander of the Southwest Front."

Yegorov: "It's all the same. I think you should go to Pavlov first and get these people's equipment, so that we can start teaching them how to shoot right away. In the future, they can at least shoot into the sky. Atmosphere group.”

Wang Zhong: "I am planning to go find Pavlov. I will leave these new recruits to you."

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Wang Zhong found Pavlov in the empty map room of the headquarters, who was instructing the two trainees assigned to him to update the maps.

"Did you see the reinforcements outside?"

Pavlov glanced out the window: "Now I see it."

It feels like he is escaping reality a bit.

Wang Zhong: “These people need guns, ammunition and military uniforms.”

Pavlov: "Legend has it that there is a witch living outside Agsukov. As long as you give her a part of your body, any wish can come true. I suggest you give it a try."

Wang Zhong thought that since there were missiles guided by God, it would not be surprising to have such a witch, so he replied: "Okay, where can I find her?"

Pavlov rolled his eyes in anger: "I'm teasing! Do you understand? There is no such witch, and I am not a magician!"

He took off his round glasses with trembling hands, and then dropped the pencil in his hand on the map: "I'm so angry! Where is my staff officer! Where is my clerk? Where is my accountant! Do you know the division of a division? The department must have at least several hundred people to maintain the operation of the entire division?

"No, you don't know! You just drive your little tank and beat up the Prossens on the battlefield!

"When I came to Agsukov, there were so many civilians here. I thought I would finally have a functioning division headquarters! But now, I have to personally direct and update the map!"

The overall style of Antese is relatively soft, but because of the Pavlovian tone, Wang Zhong always feels like he is listening to Prosin - Prosin has a lot of puff sounds, so normal speech also feels like a quarrel. .

Wang Zhong was overwhelmed and said subconsciously: "Uh, I'm sorry, please calm down..."

Just as he spoke, there was the sound of braking outside. It seemed that a car was parked at the entrance of the division.

But from where he stood, he couldn't see the car.

Pavlov looked out the window and asked suspiciously: "What is this? Why are there so many girls?"

"Girl?" Wang Zhong suddenly became interested and walked to the window to look out.

Indeed, many girls got off the truck and looked at the division headquarters curiously.

They saw the red flag hanging at the division headquarters - yes, it was the one Wang Zhong pointed at before on the communication antenna of tank No. 422.

"Is this here?"

"Yes, red flag."

Wang Zhong and the chief of staff looked at each other, both of them were confused.

Wang Zhong: "Forget it, go out and ask around."

With that said, he walked out first, and Pavlov immediately followed.

When the two of them arrived outside the door, Wang Zhong spoke directly: "Ladies, what are you here for?"

The girls who were still looking around curiously looked at Wang Zhong.

One of them asked boldly: "Are you Major General Rokossov?"

Wang Zhong: "Although I haven't had time to change my rank to major general, but yes, it's me. Who are you?"

"We are typists and clerks. The church recruitment office sent us here, saying we were needed here."

Wang Zhong immediately turned to Pavlov: "Your clerk is here!"

The chief of staff frowned: "Why are they all women?"

The eldest sister who just answered said: "Because all the men are carrying guns."

That makes sense!

Pavlov scratched his head: "Okay, any of you have experience as a stock clerk in a warehouse? Stand here. Anyone who has studied accounting stand here..."

"I am a student at Agsukov University," a girl raised her hand, "We are all the same. Although we have no relevant experience, we can learn and we are quite good at learning."

Pavlov nodded: "Well, very good, this is the best news I heard this morning."

Wang Zhong always felt that this guy looked much younger in an instant, and the anxiety that had just been around him was relieved.

Pavlov: "I will arrange work for you..."

At this time, two more GAZ trucks drove to the entrance of the division and stopped.

This time the people who came down were all elderly men.

A bearded man walked up the steps first and gave Wang Zhong a nondescript military salute: "Hello, General. Is this the headquarters of the 151st Provisional Infantry Division?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, you are?"

"Ah, I am the academic director of Agsukov University. The entire university has been evacuated. Only professors and students who are studying will go to the rear. We must stay and serve the country."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows: "You...are you a sixth-level clerk?"

"To be precise, it's called a sixth-level civilian official of the empire. Yes, I am indeed at this level. What's wrong?"

Wang Zhong pointed to the old man in surprise and said to Pavlov: "Your sixth-level clerk is here!"

Pavlov frowned and looked at the uncle: "Uncle, we are a field force."

"Really? But these ladies can be in the field army, and I think I can too," said the old dean.

Wang Zhong: "Come on Pavlov, my chief of staff, now you have someone, hurry up and give me the equipment and uniforms for the new recruits! After distributing the equipment this morning, we can teach them how to shoot in the afternoon. Time is running out!"

Pavlov: "Even if there is someone, it's impossible to change the equipment for you so quickly.

"If you're bothering me here, why not go to the local military depot and grab some? If you want it, remember to ask for some GAZ trucks for us. If we don't have GAZ trucks, mules, horses and carriages will do.

"In addition, we also need civilian husbands. There are two civilian husbands for one combatant. Do you understand?"

Wang Zhong nodded: "Okay! Huh? I am the superior! Why did you give me the order?"

"I'm just providing suggestions. The chief of staff's duty is to provide suggestions. Whether to adopt them or not is up to the chief officer. But I also want to tell you the consequences of not adopting them..."

Another truck stopped in front of the division headquarters, and a group of lieutenants wearing staff armbands got out of the truck.

"The red flag," Wang Zhong heard someone say, "is here."

Wang Zhong said to Pavlov: "Now you have someone, don't take it out on me anymore! I'll go to the military station to rob - apply for supplies!"