Arc of Gunfire

On the Prosen Army side.

Cruze, who was on his way back to his division's headquarters, suddenly saw fire in the distance.

He was about to fall asleep, but when he saw the light of the fire, he suddenly felt sleepy and completely ran away.

"Stop!" he shouted, and the driver braked, causing the bucket truck to stop on the dirt road.

Kruse stood up in position—the same way an open bucket truck can stand up.

However, it was so dark that even if he stood up, he could only see three burning houses and could not see anything specific.

So Kruse shouted to the soldiers of the Prosin Army gathered on the roadside smoking: "Which army are you from?"

The soldier glanced at Cruze. Perhaps he saw that there was no red collar badge, so he didn't pay much attention. He replied casually: "We are from the 16th Division and are preparing to join the Crusader Knights!"

"It's not the Crusaders." Another sergeant wearing the armband of the senior exempt soldier said, "It's the Knights of Asgard, newly created by His Majesty."

Cruze: "What's going on with the fire out front?"

"Front... who are you?" The soldier who spoke confirmed Cruze's rank again, and then realized that he had never seen such a rank before, "Prying about military secrets? Be careful I tell the military police!"

Cruze took out his ID and unfolded it for the soldiers to see.

Several soldiers came over, and one of them took out a flashlight and turned it on. The next moment, everyone stood at attention as if they were electrocuted, and straightened their backs: "Brigadier General!"

Cruze: "What's going on ahead?"

"Reporting to the brigadier general, our troops had just entered the village in front, and suddenly the enemy's shelling came over. The oil storage yard just established by the baggage team that entered the village first was hit!"

Cruze frowned: "Has all your fuel been reimbursed?"

"No, not all the trucks of the baggage train were unloaded. They ran out after the bombardment. Only the oil tanks brought into the yard were hit."

Cruze cursed and said to himself: "It seems that against this white-horse general, you can't enter villages and towns, and you have to stay in the wild even if you have a house. Damn it, isn't he worried about killing his own people?"

Cruze shook his head: "What a heartless bastard!"

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At 0430 in the morning, Wang Zhong set off from Aolaqi on horseback with a small team of people.

His idea is simple: take advantage of the fact that enemies within his own field of vision will be highlighted, and conduct preliminary reconnaissance before the enemy's large forces move.

He brought Vasily and the only walkie-talkie in the division with him. Later, he could call for a wave of artillery strikes in plain language - it didn't matter if the enemy heard it. It was not important to highlight a deterrent and how many enemies could be killed.

As soon as the cavalry left Aolachi, they ran into the Divine Arrow Company, which was maneuvering in a vehicle.

Ekaterina Andropovna was lying on the tailgate of the truck vomiting when she saw Wang Zhong coming on a white horse from a distance. She quickly straightened up and wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

Wang Zhong: "Are you motion sick?"

"Yeah, how about it?" Ekaterina raised her eyes.

The way she looked made Wang Zhong want to flick her head with his fingers.

After finally suppressing this impulse, Wang Zhong said: "Is it okay? You are very important today. If we can successfully deter enemy pilots, we can greatly reduce our losses."

"Hmph, I will ensure that every divine arrow I guide hits the target!"

Wang Zhong: "That's good."

After saying that, he kicked the horse in the belly and asked Busifaras to speed up. He was still rushing to detect the enemy's situation. Once the enemy is ready to attack, it would be too dangerous to conduct reconnaissance, and they might be chased by enemy motorcycles.

There are machine guns on the motorcycle's body, and Wang Zhong does not want to test the enemy's machine gunner's shooting skills.

At this time, Ekaterina's voice came from behind: "Are you just leaving?"

Yes, what else?

Wang Zhong looked back, without stopping, and started trotting with the cavalry.

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Wang Zhong directly crossed the first ambush position, and when he was about to move forward, he found several soldiers of his own on the roadside urinating on the corpses of the Prossens on the ground.

"What are you doing? Which part of you are you in?" Wang Zhong tightened the reins and asked Busivaras to stop abruptly.

Several people didn't even have time to lift up their pants and just stood at attention and saluted.

Wang Zhong frowned: "What's wrong? Pull up your pants first! You guys are so free and loose, where are the priests? Go and call the priests from the second battalion!"

Immediately, a guard rode towards the first ambush position.

Several soldiers pulled up their trousers, with expressions of imminent disaster on their faces. It seemed that the priests in their company were more powerful.

Wang Zhong didn't care and asked, "What were you doing just now?"

Soldier: "Collect the enemy's weapons!"

"Then why don't you put on your pants?"

"Urgent urination!"

"Urgent to pee on the enemy?"

"Express your hatred for the enemy!"

"That's right, we were attacked at night yesterday and several brothers died!"

Wang Zhong was speechless. At this time, the battalion's chaplain came trotting over. When he came to Wang Zhong, he saluted: "General! I will strictly discipline you!"

"Yeah. I'll leave it to you."

After saying that, he turned his horse's head and continued heading north.

The guards clapped their horses and followed, and when they passed the three big soldiers, they all looked at them with smiles on their faces.

As Vasily passed by, he said: "It's time to pick dung!"

After this episode, Wang Zhong ran all the way to the edge of the woods in the north of the city, stood under a white birch and raised his telescope.

The enemy didn't look like they were going to attack at all. All Wang Zhong could see were hidden sentries scattered on the grassland and hiding in foxholes.

If he went further, he would be spotted by a secret sentry. He could only look far into the distance here and could barely see the scattered Prosen tanks at the edge of his field of vision.

Strange.

It was half past four when Wang Zhong went out, and now it was already half past five. It was already broad daylight, and the enemy had no intention of organizing an offensive yet.

He originally thought that when he reached a hidden sentry and could no longer run forward, he would be able to see the enemy tanks gathering in attack formation, and then he could call in artillery fire.

But there were no enemies, and the Prosons seemed to be sleeping in.

Or is it that the wave of lottery draws last night directly confused the enemy?

To put it in words that all players of P Club understand, a wave of bombing yesterday wiped out the enemy’s organizational level? Want to get organized this morning?

Wang Zhong looked far into the distance, and it seemed that he could indeed see smoke in the direction of the village in the distance. Maybe it was the fire caused by yesterday's shelling that had just been extinguished.

Is shelling so useful? From now on, when fighting defensive battles, you should develop the habit of sleeping on the opposite side of the bed in the middle of the night.

Wang Zhong was thinking, and Vasily, who was waiting beside him with a walkie-talkie on his back, said: "Aren't the Plosans very self-disciplined? My father's friend said that the Plosans get up to study at four in the morning. The library of Prosun University is packed with people at four o’clock in the morning!”

Wang Zhong glanced at Vasily: "What is the name of your father's friend? I will ask the Inquisition to visit him."

"Oh, he was arrested by the Inquisition last year for espionage."

Good catch, very satisfying!

Vasily was not aware of Wang Zhong's thoughts and continued to look at the empty wilderness and said: "It seems that the Prosen people are not as diligent as he said. Of course, it may also be that launching 203 from village to village yesterday had an effect. General Which one do you think it is?”

"I think my 203 is working."

"I think so too. How about another round?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, I saw a few Panzer III tanks over there. Although they were just a few Panzer III tanks, we have enough shells and the mosquito legs are meat. Let's fight that. Give me the microphone of the walkie-talkie. Turn on the frequency Adjust it well!”

Before coming out this morning, Wang Zhong transferred a radio-equipped T26 from the remaining T26s of the Fifth Tank Corps, which was serving as the division reserve, and sent it to the artillery regiment.

Relying on the tank's radio, he was finally able to establish radio contact with the artillery regiment.

Vasily immediately adjusted the frequency, called twice and got a reply, then handed the microphone to Wang Zhong: "Okay!"

Wang Zhong picked up the microphone: "The white horse calls the rhinoceros, the white horse calls the rhinoceros."

"The rhino hears it, clearly."

"Bombard the following coordinates, repeat, bombard the following coordinates—"

"White horse, rhinoceros received, over."

Wang Zhong handed the microphone to Vasily and observed the tanks again.

Then he realized that there was no one in those tanks! Only then did the tanker come into Wang Zhong's field of vision while picking his teeth.

No wonder it was not highlighted. Wang Zhong thought he was out of range, so he only saw the tank driver inside the tank without highlighting it. It turned out that there was no one inside.

Suddenly, a Prosen officer appeared and shouted something to the tank crews.

So the tankers who were still leisurely jumped on the tank one after another and took out the crank to start the tank——

Yes, today's cars and tanks all have to be cranked to start, unlike in later generations where you can turn the key on electrically.

As soon as a few Prossen tank crews rocked the tank, the shells fell.

With just one salvo, the huge dust cloud from the explosion completely engulfed several tanks.

Wang Zhong looked at the engulfed enemies and laughed.

At this moment, the roar of the engine came from the sky.

Wang Zhong immediately raised his viewing angle and found the enemy's fleet of aircraft without much effort.

This time it was a group of horizontal bombers. Judging from the route and altitude, they were definitely heading towards Aorachi.

Wang Zhong looked at the fleet of aircraft overhead and sincerely hoped that the field laundry team, field cooking team and other logistics personnel living in Aolaqi City would be safe.

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At the Asgard Knights' Ampra Division headquarters, Kruse was telling the commander of the 16th Armored Division his battle plan:

“We need to deploy our formation northwest of Aorachi, and your division should deploy on the west side of our division and make a detour to the west of Aorachi.

"According to the map, there is Highland 153 here. We predict that there will be heavy enemy troops here. You do not need to occupy the high ground. Your Panzer III and IV tanks only need to stop outside the effective range of the enemy's anti-tank guns to suppress it.

"Your division has a relatively large number of No. 1 and No. 2 troops. These troops are fast and can quickly move over to occupy the road and cut off the enemy's supplies.

"We speculate that the enemy's artillery will be in these woods. After the No. 1 and No. 2 tank troops occupy the road, your division's motorcycle reconnaissance battalion should move forward decisively to scout these woods and call for divisional artillery strikes at any time."

After Kruse finished speaking, he looked up at the commander of the Sixteenth Armored Division.

The commander of the Sixteenth Armored Division was an orthodox defense force general with a red general collar badge. He raised his chin and asked, "What mission does the glorious Asgard Knights perform?"

Kruse: "We will launch an attack from the front. To attract the attention of Rokossov, General White Horse."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion outside.

The commander of the Sixteenth Division was shocked: "What's going on? Is the enemy going to counterattack?"

"Don't be impatient," Cruze said through gritted teeth, "Our opponent likes to fight coldly like this. The damage caused is not big, but it is very irritating. Today he will know how powerful he is!"