Arc of Gunfire

On August 20, two days after the state funeral and public memorial ceremony, the Reserve Army Logistics Headquarters.

As soon as Wang Zhong entered the Ordnance Bureau building, he saw several people changing the sign of the Reserve Front Logistics Command.

He paused to watch them put up the new sign: Logistics Command of the Western Front.

"This has been replaced by the Western Front Logistics Headquarters. What about the Reserve Front Headquarters?" Wang Zhong couldn't help but ask.

"Still here, the Reserve Front Army and the Western Front Army have been merged, and all logistics are coordinated by Lieutenant General Chekhov." The lieutenant who changed the brand said so. After speaking, he glanced at Wang Zhong, and then stood at attention and saluted as if he was electrocuted, "Rocco General Sov!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, don't be nervous, and don't call Ula, I've had enough of people calling me Ula when they see me."

This is true. Now it seems that the whole city knows him, and every time they see him, they feel as if they have taken a huge amount of energy and get excited.

The speech at the state funeral seemed to be broadcast directly to the whole world through the radio, and all the young and old men in Yebao gathered under the loudspeakers everywhere to listen to the whole speech.

Now Wang Zhong is the top star in Yebao, the kind who can get trending searches every time he sneeze - of course there are no trending searches in this era, this is a metaphor.

The lieutenant who put up the sign asked excitedly: "Can you sign it for me?"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, if you promise me not to make any noise and don't go around saying, 'Rokosov is here,' I will sign it."

"I promise."

Ten seconds later, Wang Zhong returned the notebook with his name written on it to the lieutenant and walked directly inside.

As a result, after walking a few steps, someone heard a gasp and the sound of documents falling to the ground: "General Rokossov!"

Wang Zhong sighed.

20 minutes later, Wang Zhongcai finally pushed open the door of the logistics commander.

Lieutenant General Chekhov glanced at him: "Don't look disgusted. This is your duty. It is better than reminding everyone that there are still hundreds of thousands of troops surrounded by the enemy. By the way, there is still a bad guy. According to the news, the Northern Front has retreated, and General Gorky's Fort St. Andrew Front has fully engaged the enemy. "

Wang Zhong: "How is the situation?"

"General Gorky is relying on complex terrain for defense. At present, it seems that the enemy's attack has hit a wall. Why do I, a logistics commander, tell you this? To understand the battlefield, go to the military headquarters to find General Turgenev. I am planning to attack again. What?"

Wang Zhong: “You said you didn’t give me enough trucks and tractors.”

"Because this is not enough. I have tried my best to prepare it for you."

Wang Zhong: "I asked the church for 3,000 drivers! Although many of them are still training and have not graduated. When they come, they will find that it is a waste to drive without a car."

Lieutenant General Chekhov: "No waste, we are short of vehicles across the board, and the Ordnance Bureau is going all out to produce tanks."

Wang Zhong: "The tank unit lacks infantry..."

"I can't take care of this. I said I can only take care of supplies. You said the infantry unit is short of machine guns and I can help. I will send more to whichever infantry unit you mentioned. For example, you said before that Kasukh's No. 1 stationed at the ferry downstream of you The 51st Army was short of machine guns, so I fired two hundred more.

"But if you want me to send infantry to the tank force, I can't do it. I can't control this, you know? You can only give your opinions to the superiors and write a summary of experience. I have a suggestion for you. Summarize your experience to Princess Olga, maybe it will be implemented one day."

Wang Zhong: "I gave it."

Lieutenant General Chekhov spread his hands: "Then there is nothing to do."

Wang Zhong scratched his head: "Since there are not enough vehicles, please give me more mules and horses!"

"No." Lieutenant General Chekhov refused clearly.

Wang Zhong: "You can't just do it directly? Why don't you teach me some tricks this time?"

"You ask if it is possible, that is not possible, because your division is a mechanized division and cannot have mules and horses. According to the regulations, this will affect the mobility of the mechanized troops. If you ask for a little tip, it is indeed possible. Think about your identity, What is your brother’s identity?”

Wang Zhong didn't understand at first, but he quickly came to his senses: "You mean, I can organize my own mule and horse transport team to go to the front line?"

"I didn't say that. But you see, the great nobles are very enthusiastic and it is normal for them to organize a front team."

Wang Zhong slapped his thigh. The Ant Empire used a double-headed eagle as its logo. Rounding it all off was Rome. As a mule and horse noble, it was only natural that he would provide mules and horses to support the front line!

He stood up directly and was about to leave the headquarters. Lieutenant General Chekhov said: "By the way, can you give me an autograph? My son wants it."

Wang Zhong was stunned: "Do you have a son?"

"Why doesn't it look like it? Come on, sign it."

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August 25, Yebao Railway Station.

Wang Zhong was at the freight platform, watching the front-support troops he recruited from the refugees get on the train.

The family's ranch provided most of the mules and horses for this former army, and the refugees were mainly middle-aged women who were inspired by Wang Zhong's speech.

They handed over their children to child care institutions for unified management and education, and took care of themselves. The childcare institution was opened by Wang Zhong at Mikhail's request, and the people who manage and educate the children are old maids from the Rokosov family.

Wang Zhong obtained the status of migrant workers for them from General Turgenev, distributed them uniform clothes, and received monthly subsidies.

In this way, the problem of insufficient troop logistics transportation capabilities is solved.

Now these uniformed migrant workers drove their mules and horses onto the train.

In addition to tank cars and livestock cars transporting front-line troops, this train also has eight flat cars.

Three of them are used to transport T34 tanks that have been returned to the factory for repairs, one is used to transport the spectator tanks that have just rolled off the production line, and the remaining four are all used to transport the hot-released ZIS30 self-propelled anti-tank guns.

The ZIS30 anti-tank gun looks like a tractor with a cannon forcibly inserted on it.

Just by looking at its appearance, you can tell that it is a temporary emergency product.

But Wang Zhong didn't dislike it at all and wanted to have more. In War Thunder, he likes to drive this car to work and slaughter newbies.

The only regret is that this car is not small enough and cannot be compared to the smaller M56 when it comes to handling.

When they get to Shostka, Wang Zhong will definitely teach his troops how to use this thing to survive. Don't be too happy about hitting and running from a preset position.

He was supervising the driver hired from the church to drive the car onto the flatbed, when a man in a suit and a man with a camera appeared.

"Is this General Rokossov?" the man in a suit asked, his Ant language obviously accented.

"I am, you are?"

"I am a reporter from the United States Hungry Village Daily. We plan to reprint the full text of your speech at the state funeral a week ago. In addition, we will add an exclusive interview."

Wang Zhong: "Now? I'm going back to the front line soon..."

At this time the person holding the camera said: "Please move a step to the left so that I can use the tanks and cannons as the background."

Wang Zhong did not resist taking pictures, so he took a step to the left and looked back: Okay, it just blocks the gap between the two wagons. The former wagon transports the smaller ZIS30, and the latter wagon transports the T34 .

The reporter from the United States knelt down in front of Wang Zhong, adjusted his position slightly, and found a good angle: "Please don't smile."

"Don't you smile?"

"Yes, stay serious. This will complement the tanks and artillery behind you."

The next moment, the photographer pressed the switch, and the flash made a snapping sound, spraying out white light and emitting a large plume of smoke.

All flashlights of this era are like this.

Photojournalist: "Very good, I feel like I can win the Pulitzer this year, Mike."

The journalist named Mike said: "Look...if you are famous enough in the United States, some things may develop in a direction that is beneficial to your motherland."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, I can accept your exclusive interview. In this way, you can get on the train and interview me on the train. After the train arrives at Shostka, it will unload the cargo and return on its own. Will you come back then? Late."

Reporter: "Okay."

At this time Lyudmila appeared: "This train does not have a tank car, but a passenger carriage specially hung for us. I also brought good tea and snacks from the manor."

Without waiting for the text reporter Mike to reply, the photojournalist said: "Ma'am, please take the general's hand."

Lyudmila was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Photojournalist: "There are currently no female officers in the United States, and you are so beautiful. Our readers will love it."

Mike smiled bitterly: "Of course they will like it, the beautiful women, the officers with outstanding combat achievements, and the tanks behind them, oh, they love these to death. They would like it even more if Madam could change into a tube skirt."

Lyudmila said seriously: "I am a combatant and must wear breeches like male soldiers."

A moment later, the second photo was taken, but the photojournalist did not say Pulitzer.

Wang Zhong joked: "Why, my Liu Xia can't win the Pulitzer?"

The photojournalist just smiled.

Liu Xia said: "Get in the car, you two. The carriage is over there."

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The "passenger car" assigned to Wang Zhong by the station's general dispatch center is a super luxurious aristocratic box.

The desk in the box looked a hundred times more luxurious than the old Duke's desk in Rokosov Manor.

There is also a shield hanging behind the desk, with a double-headed eagle on it.

Wang Zhong was dumbfounded when he saw this carriage: "What, they sent me the carriage for His Majesty the Tsar?"

Before he could sigh, the photographer said: "Can you please sit behind the desk and pose for signing documents?"

Wang Zhong: "No, no, it will cause misunderstanding."

"But our readers love these."

Wang Zhong could only sit down behind the desk and pose to sign the document.

At this time, Nelly opened the door from the dining car and pushed the trolley in. She saw the two outsiders frowning slightly, but said nothing more.

Mike was shocked: "Your life on the front line is quite colorful."

"Nellie is my orderly."

As soon as Wang Zhong finished his introduction, the photographer squatted in front of Nellie and took a photo: "Oh, that's great. This boat-shaped hat and maid outfit, plus the petite figure, our readers will like it."

What’s going on with you readers!

At this time, the whistle of the train departure came from the front.

Text reporter Mike opened his notebook again: "Can we start the interview?"