Arc of Gunfire

When Lieutenant General Wang Zhong came out of Lieutenant General Wang Zhong's office, Gregory narrowed his eyes in confusion: "The commander inside is a woman? General, why do you look like you came out of a red light district?"

"Hmph," Wang Zhong sneered, "This is much more exciting than the red light district. Inside is Lieutenant General Chekhov, an old acquaintance of Agsukov, who approved a lot of equipment for us."

Gregory reminded awkwardly: "I am a sergeant major and I don't know so many big people. You said I don't know who Lieutenant General Chekhov is?"

"He is an old slippery man who doesn't stick to the pot, but he can get things done." Wang Zhong said with a smile, "In peacetime, this kind of person will become the mainstay of a department."

Wang Zhong actually has little social experience, but he has seen people like Lieutenant General Chekhov in a British TV series called "Yes, Prime Minister".

Gregory: "Anyway, it's a good result. Where to go next?"

"Go to the church and ask for people. We need a lot of recruits who can drive tractors to drive the machine gun tanks I just got here."

"Are you talking about something like BT1?" Gregory's face was full of black lines, "What's the use of that thing?"

"As an ammunition carrier."

"...This is okay."

The two of them walked towards the door one after another.

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When he arrived at the door of the church, Wang Zhong saw a familiar scene again.

A large number of young people crowded at the entrance of the recruitment station, and the huge team blocked the entire street.

Gregory honked his horn frantically to no avail, the crowd showed no intention of giving way.

Wang Zhong stood up and looked toward the church.

At this time, someone around noticed Wang Zhong:

"Look, it's a major general."

"What's wrong with the major general? There are many major generals in St. Catherine's Castle now."

"I heard that even the great White Horse General has come to St. Catherine's Castle to marry Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

"I am now the Crown Princess."

Wang Zhong thought that this rumor spread too fast? There is no Internet in this era. How can it be transmitted so fast? What happened last night was already known to the whole city this afternoon.

At this time, he ignored the fact that a large number of middle- and lower-level officers stayed at the Summer Palace for an exchange meeting last night. After these people were injected with blood at the exchange meeting, most of them wanted to drink.

When you drink, you will brag, and then the old men will go home with what they heard last night and tell their wives, and the old ladies who went out to buy groceries the next morning will chew it like this, and then the whole city will know.

It's that fast.

Wang Zhong sighed and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Boys and girls, give way! I want to recruit men for my army!"

A young man who was not afraid of trouble shouted: "Major General, what kind of army are you in?"

Wang Zhong: "151st Provisional Infantry Division!"

"No, the temporary troops are not going!"

"The Guards can consider it!"

"Major General, have your troops ever fought in a war?"

"You still have to ask, the temporary troops must have never fought before!"

Wang Zhong frowned, thinking to these little bastards, I am a major general after all, I can die if I give them some respect.

At this time, someone held up a newspaper and said, "Wait a minute! The newspaper says that the troops commanded by General White Horse are the 151st Provisional Infantry Division!"

"ah?"

"What?"

"Isn't General White Horse six meters tall?"

Wang Zhong raised his forehead, why did the rumor that he was six meters tall spread from Shepetovka to the capital? The distance is almost 500 kilometers!

Forget it, forget it, gather the people first, so he shouted: "Everyone! I am the white horse general! Although I am not riding a white horse now, I am. I want to recruit additional soldiers for my army, can you Can’t you get out of the way and let me drive in front of the church recruitment point?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice replied: "No! General, the church says we are not old enough and won't let us join the army!"

This statement immediately triggered a large number of responses:

"That's right, General! We graduated from the tenth grade, we're just not old enough!"

"I have the strength of a general, so I can carry a gun with no problem!"

"I have never lost a fight in the village. I will definitely beat up the Prosen Japs!"

Wang Zhong finally understood that these young people were not old enough, so he blocked the door and wanted the church to relax the age for conscription.

Those who were old enough would have been registered and taken to boot camp in a truck.

Wang Zhong: "You guys, do you think you can only fight the Prosen Japs by going to the front line? The work at the rear is also very important. There is no one to grow food and no one to graze, so what do the soldiers on the front line eat?

"The clothes the soldiers wear and the ammunition they fire are all produced by people. These positions in the rear are also very important! You should go home, participate in labor, and transfuse blood for the war!

"Instead of wasting time here! It's August now, the autumn harvest is coming, and no one has harvested the wheat in the fields! Without wheat, there will be a famine next year. The Plosans did not defeat us, but we lost because of hunger. War, just because you are wasting your time here!”

The children looked at each other.

Someone shouted: "The newspaper said that the war can be won in half a year!"

Wang Zhong was shocked: "What? Who said that? It's impossible for the church newspaper to say that!"

Because the Patriarch obviously agreed with Wang Zhong yesterday and believed that the war would last three to four years.

“That’s what the Ekaterina Review said!”

Wang Zhong frowned. He didn't know which faction this newspaper belonged to. It was probably not the church.

"This is incorrect! Neither quick victory nor quick defeat is possible. War will be a protracted battle to compete with war potential." Wang Zhong tried hard to make his statement plain and easy to understand and acceptable to children, "You guys If you are one to two years away from reaching adulthood, you can go home and join the army when you are old enough. I promise, let me go now, okay, kids!"

The young people looked at each other and finally gave way.

Gregory started the car and drove towards the recruiting table at a very slow speed for fear of hitting anyone.

When he arrived at the recruitment table, Wang Zhong said to the priest in charge: "I need recruits who can drive tractors, and I need them right away."

Priest: "Understood, we will select suitable candidates from the recruits who have joined these days. However, if you are not in a special hurry, you can wait until our training class graduates."

Wang Zhong frowned: "Training class?"

"Yes, we are training drivers and other technical units that are urgently needed now. Drivers should be the fastest to graduate. The first phase should be completed in early September."

Wang Zhong: "I want both. Find me someone who can drive a tractor first, and then I also want students who graduate in early September!"

The priest looked troubled: "Isn't this... a bit too greedy?"

At this time, a blue-hatted judge quickly ran over and whispered to the priest.

The priest's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees: "How many drivers do you need?"

Wang Zhong: "I want three thousand."

In fact, Wang Zhong originally wanted to say 5,000, but then he thought about whether he could equip his division with 5,000 trucks. It was a problem, so he had to ask for 3,000. The trucks were not enough for machine guns and tanks.

In the history of the earth, both Sandoku and the Soviet Army used backward machine gun tanks as ammunition transport vehicles and other miscellaneous vehicles.

After all, the tanks have already been produced. Taking them to the factory for scrapping will consume precious man-hours. During the war, all factories were eager to break one man-hour into two.

After recording Wang Zhong's request, the priest said, "I will try my best to satisfy it. Where will these drivers be sent?"

Wang Zhong: "Shostka, my troops are stationed in Shostka."

"OK."

Even after this matter was done, Wang Zhong asked Gregory: "Do you know where there is a club in the city where noble buddies go?"

Gregory frowned and looked at Wang Zhong: "I am a Cossack. Are you asking me if this is a bit too professional and inappropriate, General?"

Wang Zhong: "Okay..."

He scratched his cheek.

At this time, a young man next to me said: "Are you going to find the dandies to have a good time?"

Wang Zhong: "No, I will look for a tank to watch the ceremony and change the tank into my command vehicle."

Young man: "Then you should go to the Novgorod Mansion, where there is music and music every night."

Wang Zhong: "Are there tanks there?"

"I don't know." The young man who spoke spread his hands, "But you can go there and ask the noble young men where there is such a viewing tank."

Wang Zhong was overjoyed and patted Grigory on the shoulder: "Let's go to the Novgorod Mansion."

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The mansion is located on the east side of St. Yekaterinburg, close to the outskirts of the city.

Gregory drove the car until he reached the iron gate of the mansion yard.

An old servant opened the small door next to the iron door and said, "Please come back. Wearing military uniforms is not allowed here."

Wang Zhong was furious and pulled out his pistol: "My name is Alexey Konstantinovich Rokosov. Go find out who I killed yesterday!"

The old servant's pupils were dilated: "Rokosov?? I will report it right away..."

"Bullshit, open the door! Otherwise I will suspect you of harboring spies! Don't force me to inform the inquisitor!"

The old servant opened the door tremblingly.

Gregory stepped on the accelerator and the car drove in.

Wang Zhong heard that the old servant behind him might be using a phone or something to inform people inside.

When the car arrived at the main entrance of the mansion, a large group of dandies in costumes were already standing at the gate of the mansion. Like Agsukov's dandies, these people are all wearing customized luxury military uniforms - good guys, real military uniforms are not allowed in, but gorgeous fake military uniforms are allowed in, right?

"Alyosha!" The leader opened his arms, and his collar badge actually imitated the rank of marshal - of course it was just an imitation, "You are back! We are commemorating Ivan!"

Wang Zhong frowned: "To commemorate?"

"Yes, we are recalling everything about him, and several ladies are crying! Come on, tell me, what did Ivan look like in the end? You were the last person in our group to see him!"

Wang Zhong glanced at this group of people, not wanting to waste even a minute with them, and said: "I'm here to find the tank. Is there a T34 tank for viewing here? If not, where should I go? turn up?"