Arc of Gunfire

When Wang Zhong passed the first ambush position again, he stopped and shouted: "Second Battalion Commander!"

The second battalion commander immediately appeared, stood in front of the horse and saluted: "General!"

"Withdraw the position immediately and go to the third ambush position, leaving behind a hidden sentry with a signal flare."

The second battalion commander confirmed again: "Are you withdrawing from the position?"

"Yes. The enemy knows the location of our first two positions, and I suspect they will fire and bomb first. Your unit has done an excellent job of defending against enemy night attacks. There is no need to stay on the position to be bombed."

The second battalion commander saluted and shouted "yes", turned around and left.

Wang Zhong led the team to continue walking towards the city until they reached the third ambush position, where the tank troops camped last night. The tanks were also parked at the bottom of the bunker, tightly covered by camouflage nets.

As soon as he entered the position, Wang Zhong saw the soldiers of the third battalion gathering around the pot and drinking the leftover soup from yesterday.

Wang Zhong: "You guys drink cold soup, be careful you may get diarrhea later."

Everyone was stunned, then laughed.

Wang Zhong looked confused: "What's wrong?"

"General, where can I get diarrhea after drinking some cold soup?" someone asked.

There's none?

Wang Zhong's father who stayed on Earth has always taught him that leftovers should be reheated before eating. Not only is it easy to have diarrhea, so he has always thought so.

It seems that Maozi is not that particular.

Of course, it may also be because Maozi is at a high latitude, so food does not go bad easily in cold weather, and their stomachs have adapted to the cold.

I guess so.

A soldier shouted to Wang Zhong: "General, don't you have some?"

Wang Zhong felt his stomach. After riding for two hours in the morning, he was indeed hungry.

"Okay, I'll have some."

"Hey, general, you should have some, this is delicious, even if it's cold! Look, it's frozen, this is the best frozen, it's all yours!"

Wang Zhong dismounted and mingled with the soldiers, taking a big mouthful of jelly made from thick soup.

It's really delicious, oily but not greasy, and has a bit of sour cream flavor.

"It's really good stuff." Wang Zhong praised, "Come on, you guys can share some too."

At this time, the second battalion withdrew and drove into the position along the road. The leader looked at the battalion commander and the camp priest, and after making sure they would not be caught, shouted: "Third battalion, what good food can you eat?"

"The leftover soup from last night! Come and eat together!"

At this moment, there was the roar of cannonballs piercing the sky.

In the past, the recruits were stunned and the veterans fell down. Today, when the recruits heard the roar, they all fell down, but the veterans were still standing.

"Don't be afraid!" Another veteran shouted, "This is not meant to bomb us."

As soon as he finished speaking, a plume of smoke from the explosion rose from the side of the No. 1 ambush position.

Immediately afterwards, an explosion occurred at the No. 2 ambush position.

The enemy's artillery fire poured wildly on these two positions.

Wang Zhong led his armored troops and two infantry battalions in position three and watched them waste firepower.

The trenches in position No. 3 are dug extremely deep and can accommodate three entire battalions of troops. They were originally built as reserve standby positions and main defensive positions.

Precisely because the capacity of position three is so large, the cooking team only delivered meals for three battalions yesterday.

The soldiers of the two battalions shared the leftover soup from yesterday while watching the enemy waste firepower.

Wang Zhong heard someone ask: "General, have you counted it all?"

He glanced at the person who asked the question and found that he was one of the three people who sneaked away to touch the enemy's corpse this morning and was caught by him.

The big-headed soldier was obviously frightened when Wang Zhong looked directly at him, and he shrank his neck as if he wanted to change the subject.

Wang Zhong smiled and replied: "It's just a little bit of military common sense. The enemy will definitely prepare for artillery fire on our exposed positions, so we will withdraw and prepare for them.

"If the enemy is very fierce and reaches the front of the position while the artillery fire is being prepared, and we have no time to take it back, we will cover it ourselves again.

"Of the trenches we have built, only the position you are currently in has a better artillery defense effect. The trenches in the first two positions are shallow trenches. If the artillery blasts over, the enemy will definitely suffer heavy casualties."

The soldiers around him who listened to Wang Zhong's words all showed expressions of enlightenment:

"I see!"

"The General is so smart!"

In fact, this is not what Wang Zhong thought. It was written in black and white in the Soviet tactical manual after the war.

When Wang Zhong was enjoying the rainbow farts of the soldiers, the correspondent attached to the third battalion came over with a phone and pulled the phone cord: "General, call from the rear!"

Wang Zhong took the receiver: "I am Rokosov, where are you talking?"

"This is the 153rd Highland Artillery Observation Post. General, we saw the enemy tank troops moving to the west of us. The enemy tank troops are moving to the west of us! The number is..."

In fact, there was no need for the observation station to report, Wang Zhong saw it from a bird's-eye view.

It is not his own field of vision, so there is no lighting effect, but it is enough to see the situation clearly.

It seems that No. 3 and No. 4 of a semi-armored battalion are moving west of Hill 153, and in front of this semi-armored battalion is - a large group of No. 1 and No. 2 tanks?

Prosen's tank division, like Earth's Santoku, has some differences between a rich division and a beggar division.

It mainly depends on the proportion of numbers three and four.

Some relatively poor divisions may have more than a hundred No. 1 and No. 2 vehicles to make up for the number. The total number of No. 3 and No. 4 vehicles is only one battalion.

Although the Ampra Division of the Asgard Knights that fought against the 151st Division yesterday also had a number of No. 2s, more than half of the division was No. 3 and No. 4.

Moreover, this division does not have a number one, and at last it was a number two. Even among the tanks that make up the numbers, there are tanks like the 38T that are actually pretty decent.

So yesterday's Ampula master was an absolute rich master.

Now seeing this large group of cockroach-like No. 1 tanks, Wang Zhong immediately realized that the troops he faced were not just the original local tycoon division.

Good guy, I have an infantry division, how can I defeat two armored divisions?

Fortunately, this one is a beggar master. If there is another rich master, it will be even more difficult to defeat.

When Wang Zhong was observing the situation, the artillery observation post did not know that Wang Zhong was observing the situation and asked hurriedly: "General? General? What should we do? The enemy tanks move very fast and will cut off our supply lines!"

In fact, the 151st Division currently does not rely too much on the supply line. It mainly stored a lot of supplies in preparation for the war, and it can last for a few days even if the supplies are cut off.

Moreover, he was supported by Duke Myshkin's troops, and his supply to Agsukov was cut off. There was also Duke Myshkin who could send supplies up.

However, the main purpose of sticking here is to give Agsukov's Ant troops a way out.

What is a way out if the road is cut off?

Of course, Wang Zhong was well prepared for this situation. He deployed eight anti-tank guns on Highland 153. Although it is only a 45mm anti-tank gun, it is still no problem to hit one dozen Panzer 1 and Panzer 2 tanks.

As for the enemy's Panzer III and Panzer IV tanks...

Wang Zhong decided to hand it over to T26 of the original 13th Armored Battalion of the Fifth Tank Corps.

Judging from yesterday's combat experience, the new tank bunker can effectively prevent the enemy from discovering ambushed tanks. Even if it is discovered, it will be difficult to obtain an effective hit.

Yesterday, Wang Zhong's T34 fired at the enemy in the bunker. Most of the enemy's shells missed the T34.

In this case, it should be no problem to let T26 enter the bunker to delay the enemy's attack.

So Wang Zhong ordered the observation post: "Put the anti-tank guns on alert and fire when the enemy approaches. Next, I will order the 13th Armored Battalion of the Fifth Tank Corps to rush to Highland 153 to help you defeat the enemy."

"Remember to guide T26 into the tank bunker."

"yes!"

Wang Zhong hung up the phone, picked up the microphone of the walkie-talkie on Vasily's back, and said to Vasily: "Change the frequency to the 13th Armored Battalion of the Fifth Tank Corps."

Vasily: "On this frequency, you can call it."

Wang Zhong: "The white horse calls out to the lame wolf, and the white horse calls out to the lame wolf."

"This is Lame Wolf. Is there finally a mission for us?"

Wang Zhong: "Go to Highland 153, go to Highland 153, over."

"Understood! Hakuba, can we hit the enemy this time?"

The Fifth Tank Corps seemed to have been wiped out without much fighting against the enemy, so the battalion commander of the 13th Armored Battalion asked this question. They were probably holding their breath when they chose "Lame Wolf" as their radio call sign.

Wang Zhong: "You can fight, and you can win this time! Fight hard!"

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At the same time, Agsukov, the crown prince was pacing back and forth anxiously in the headquarters.

Finally, the communications staff pushed the door open and saluted the Crown Prince: "Your Highness! The reply from the capital is here!"

The crown prince was overjoyed: "Is she my sister? Or has she already convinced my father?"

The communications staff officer looked embarrassed and handed over the message: "You can read it yourself."

Since it needs to be decoded, the communications staff must have read it. The Crown Prince couldn't figure out why he had such an expression, so he snatched the message and began to read: "Dear brother, unfortunately, I have offended my father yesterday, and the generals said that unless you suffer a major failure , otherwise the emperor is unlikely to order a retreat. I will try again after the emperor calms down."

The crown prince, Ivan Nikolayev Antonov, looked up to the sky and sighed: "My sister, what are you doing!"

He put his hands together, as if he wanted to crumple the telegram into a ball, but stopped halfway, unfolded the telegram bit by bit, and handed it to General Skorobo.

The general was embarrassed: "Isn't it good to read your royal family's telegram?"

"That's right." The Crown Prince turned around and stuffed the telegram back to the communications staff, "Please help me deal with it. I don't want future generations to know that this happened."

Everyone else in the room looked embarrassed.

After all, hundreds of thousands of front troops were wiped out because of the emperor's anger. This sounds too ridiculous.

The crown prince watched the communications staff burn the telegram to ashes, then raised his head and asked General Skorobo: "Can you send reinforcements to Rokossov?"

The general's face was livid: "There is no problem with his defense line yet, but to our south, the enemy's armored group is advancing crazily. Now when we send reinforcements, we must send them south."

At this time, another communications staff member came in with a telegram: "Report! The 35th Group Army sent an urgent message saying that they cannot block the gap! They said that the enemy was pouring in through the gap like a rising tide."

General Skorobo looked at the Crown Prince: "Look. Now I have no reason to send the reserve team to a place where there is no problem on the surface. This is not really because I have any grudge against General Rokossov. I admit that he is a Excellent general, but..."

The crown prince sighed: "I know. Let's see if we can let my sister think of a solution. She..."

Suddenly, the crown prince slapped his forehead: "I don't have my seal! It's over."