Arc of Gunfire

August 8, 0830 hours, Shepetovka, 151st Provisional Infantry Division headquarters.

Wang Zhong was about to go out, but when he passed by the table that Nellie was clearing, he stopped by accident, rolled a layer of sour cream with his fingers and put it in his mouth.

Nellie: "What are you doing? Like a child! Can't hold a spoon?"

"Okay, get a spoon, get a spoon."

Wang Zhong took the spoon from Neli and scooped a large spoonful of sour cream into his mouth.

Sour cream is such a weird thing. It feels so weird when you eat it at first, and it feels weird even when you put it into soup and drink it. But after drinking it once, I can't help but eat it again. The second time, my mood is probably "It's so weird, I'll taste it again."

Then I couldn’t stop and had to eat a little of everything.

Especially here in Ante, the rice is full of ingredients and high in calories, and there is a lot of fat. It is impossible not to eat sour cream to relieve the greasiness.

This is a bit like eating pig's trotter noodles. After taking a bite of the big pig's trotters, some sour radish will relieve the tiredness.

It feels like it's already turning into the shape of sour cream.

After Wang Zhong finished eating, he returned the spoon to Neli and warned: "The train from the division headquarters leaves at half past ten. Watch the time carefully and don't be late. You are my orderly."

"Yeah." After saying that, Nellie grabbed Wang Zhong who was about to leave, "Wait a minute, you haven't wiped the sour cream on your hand just now, bring it over!"

Then Nellie wiped Wang Zhong's hand carefully with a napkin, and then let him go.

Wang Zhong: "You are almost becoming my mother."

Nellie said angrily: "I'm not that old!"

Is this what I am disgusted with!

Wang Zhong turned and left the room.

As soon as he came downstairs, he saw a group of people wearing labor camp armbands pouring into the courtyard of the division headquarters.

The newly formed divisional security company of the division was blocking them. Grigory, holding a submachine gun, stood alertly at the door of the building where Wang Zhong lived.

The workers are passionate:

"Let's meet the General!"

"Yes, let's meet the general!"

Wang Zhong: "What do you want from me?"

The restless crowd stopped and looked over.

"It's the general!"

"Isn't that right? Isn't the general six meters tall?"

What the hell is the Primarch?

Wang Zhong: "I'm not six meters tall. I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm just an ordinary person, but I also killed two General Prosen!"

The crowd became restless again, discussing how the remaining five Generals Plosen died.

Wang Zhong couldn't stand it anymore. If he continued like this, he would become the champion warrior of St. Andrew, so he interrupted their discussion: "What do you want? You just came to see what I look like?"

The workers fell silent, and finally looked at an old worker.

The old man took a step forward and said: "We are workers at the Shepetovka Textile Factory. We heard that General your flag was broken in the last battle, so we made a new one overnight!

"Radilov, bring it up!"

The workers parted ways, and an extremely strong worker came over carrying a flaming red flag. He waved his arm in front of Wang Zhong, and the flag unfolded.

It's Wang Zhong's red flag, only ten thousand times more exquisite, and there is a line of gilded words at the base of the flag: Gift from Shepetovka textile workers.

The old worker continued to introduce: "It took us all night to make this red color. The young people in the factory heard it somewhere, saying that General, your flag is dyed red with the blood of martyrs who died, and they have to put their own As for the blood, I couldn’t think of anything. The blood will turn black, so I used this blood red color. How about it?”

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Polutkin is our best dyer, general, just accept him!"

Wang Zhong looked at the red flag, and the sunlight penetrated the red cloth and fell on his face.

"Gregory!" he ordered, "take down the flag and come here to be the flag bearer. You will follow me wherever I go."

The workers cheered.

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Agsukov, Rokosov estate.

When Mikhail opened the door and entered the Duke's bedroom, the Duke was gesturing with his clothes.

Mikhail hurried over and took the clothes: "I'll do it! We shouldn't fire all the maids so quickly."

"It's nothing, I don't have hands! You are making too much fuss. Tell me, how is the situation?"

"The Crown Prince will lead his army to set off today. It is your old army."

"Hmph," Old Rokossov smiled, "My old troops are the most determined, and General Skorobo also knows this. This is just right. Where is the direction of the attack?"

Mikhail replied: "Attacking towards Shepetovka can delay the outflanking of the enemy's armored groups on the one hand, and cover the troops running out from the gap on the other."

Old Rokosov added: "The third possibility is that the crown prince was lucky and it stuck out. The abacus is very loud. Where is the planned deployment position?"

"Kabusk Village."

"Okay, let's go straight to Kabusk. We should be able to catch up. Choose a driver who has no worries at home and take me there."

"Then it's just me..."

"No, you can't. You have to take the plane out today."

Mikhail thought for a while and said, "Then Stepan. Two of his three sons are adults, and the elderly man in the family has passed away. It's just right."

"Yes." Old Rokosov nodded.

By this time he had already put on the old military uniform and all the medals.

Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, the old man snorted: "Like a toy doll. My medal is almost bulletproof. I don't know which Proson bastard will take advantage of it. No, no, I have to take the medal off. You take it with you. Don’t give it to Alyosha, the Proson devil!”

So in the next twenty minutes, Mikhail, an old servant, helped the general remove all the medals.

Rokosov looked at himself in the mirror and said: "When I first put on this military uniform, I was the same age as Alyosha. I didn't know anything. All I could think about was picking up girls at the dance."

Mikhail: "The second young master is already able to take charge of his own business."

"Yes. Now it's my old father's turn to show him what it means to be a warrior." The old man suddenly smacked his mouth, "My mouth is a little dry, give me some sour cream, and sour cream, right?" "

Mikhail: "Of course. Even if everything else is missing, this one will be missing. I'll get it for you."

"Bring me some more waffles, and if you have some walnut butter, bring me some."

"knew."

After Mikhail left, the old Duke stood alone in front of the dressing mirror, looking at himself in the mirror.

"Hmph, it doesn't look bad. You can charm a girl." He gently straightened his beard and put on an old-style military cap.

After staring at himself in the mirror for a few seconds, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh, I forgot the saber! After the civil war, the army canceled the saber, so I forgot it! Mikhail! Where is my saber?"

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Agsukov, 43 Krugen Street.

The old lady Alexeyevna put the small pot of sour cream on the small table in front of the wounded person: "You can eat it yourself."

The wounded man said: "Old mother, leave us alone. If the Plosans find out that you are hiding us, they will kill you too!"

The old lady pushed up her glasses, glanced around the cellar, and smiled at the dozen seriously injured people hiding in the cellar: "Don't worry. If they want to kill me, old lady, there is no need to find a reason. If one day I If you don’t come down, open the door over there.”

The old lady pointed to the end of the cellar: "Behind the jar of pickled cabbage, I have moved the cabbage away, so even you can open it easily.

"That was a tunnel prepared by the locals when they resisted Emperor Poli. There was a large community of beggars down there, and the Prosins couldn't eradicate them all.

"Just say you are Alexeyevna's tenant, and they will help you."

The wounded looked at each other, and the old lady left along the cellar stairs.

The old lady Alexeyevna went to the ground, carefully disguised the entrance to the cellar, then picked up the strange thorn, and slowly moved to the door of the apartment.

She opened the door and went out, standing in the deserted street of Agsukov.

Not long ago, the streets were full of pedestrians, and there was a queue for sausages in front of the church store not far away.

But now, the whole street is empty.

Alexeyevna stood for a while and decided to go back to the house, when an army came from a distance.

The soldiers marched in unison while singing military songs. The high morale was in sharp contrast with the desolate streets around them.

Alexeyevna couldn't help but stop, holding the doorknob with one hand, and looked at the troops.

Her eyes were fixed on those young faces, like a mother looking at her children.

An entire regiment of troops drove past No. 43 Kruggen Street, and then the only tank appeared.

Alexeyevna could not identify the model of the tank, but she recognized the huge flag on the antenna behind the tank.

A very young captain was sitting on the turret of the tank, looking forward confidently.

Seeing Alexeyevna, the young captain suddenly patted the hatch of the tank: "Stop!"

He shouted several times before the tank stopped, but it stopped right in front of No. 43 Kruggen Street.

Alexeyevna took a few steps forward and said to the young captain: "I seem to have seen you, Your Majesty the Captain."

The captain smiled: "No way, it's my father on the coin. Old woman, run quickly, the enemy is coming!"

Alexeyevna smiled: "I can't leave, I still have things to do. I'll wait for you to come back, my child. May Saint Andrew bless you!"

The captain was confused: "What else do you have to do? How about I ask someone to do it for you? You'd better leave quickly!"

Alexeyevna shook her head repeatedly: "May Saint Andrew bless you!"

She took a few steps back and drew a triangle in front of her.

The captain shrugged and ordered inside the tank: "Let's go! No, move forward! Is that the order?"

The man in the tank replied: "That's right, Your Highness. Why don't you come in? It's windy outside."

"No, no, no, within a few minutes of entering, I was completely confused!" the captain said, continuing to sit on the turret of the tank.

Alexeyevna stood in front of the apartment door and watched the young man and his flag go away.

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