Arc of Gunfire

Thirty minutes ago, the 1st Guards Mechanized Infantry Division headquarters bunker.

In fact, Wang Zhong has been paying attention to the situation on the air using the captured Proson radio.

However, because the performance of Jacques 1's An specialty radio was so poor, he couldn't hear many details clearly.

So while listening, he asked Pavlov: "Yesterday we sent people to dismantle the radio stations of the enemy tanks. How many were dismantled?"

Pavlov shook his head: "The enemy's tanks are complex and their radios are sophisticated. Our technicians dismantled the two radios and destroyed them both. I told this situation to Commander Kozelsky of the River Fleet this morning, and they Send the technicians on the ship to dismantle it tonight, and the naval infantry will cover it.

"Their technicians have gone to college, so they can do it."

Wang Zhong: "Don't just let them tear it down. Let them see if they can save one of the two bad ones."

Pavlov nodded, wanted to take the microphone, thought for a moment, turned around and wrote a note, then turned to hand it to the messenger: "Send to the River Fleet Headquarters."

After the messenger ran away, Pavlov noticed that Wang Zhong was looking at him, so he explained: "If it's not too important, just send a note. Maybe someone needs to use the phone for something important."

Popov pointed to the calm battlefield outside the observation window: "Do you mean there is something important in this situation?"

Wang Zhong also looked outside: "Why didn't the enemy attack? It's been two hours since the last wave. How about we attack their assembly area and urge them?"

Nellie's eyes widened: "Although I shouldn't interrupt the military commander, but...why do you talk as if you are good friends with the enemy's commander?"

Wang Zhong: "Enemies use their own lives to give me promotion chips. Of course they are my good friends."

At this time, the pilot's shout came over the radio: "...cannon...firing...big noise...far away...saw..."

Wang Zhong's brows knitted into knots. What kind of fuss was there with so much more noise than effective content? Can Ant produce some reliable radios?

Vasily inspected the seized Prosen cargo, raised his head and said to Wang Zhong: "It's not our problem, it's just that the situation over there is too bad. They are at low altitude and are affected by the curvature of the ground."

Wang Zhong: "It seems that artillery was discovered. The word just now was artillery, right? It also mentioned big noise. Listen again."

After waiting for a few more minutes, a clearer voice came: "Look at the ground! Cannons are firing!"

"Where?"

Vasily made an impromptu comment: "They may have flown high, so..."

Wang Zhong patted him and said with his mouth: "Shut up."

The conversation continued over the radio: "11 o'clock direction!"

"Everyone, drop bombs with me."

Then the communication became murky again, with the only clear word being "circle left."

Wang Zhong frowned: Why do you always have to circle left in communication? Is it because the barrage on the port side is thinner?

At this time, a pilot suggested: "Let's call in artillery fire!"

It seems that the attack is not effective. But this proposal was immediately rejected:

"To put it lightly, do you know where we are?"

Wang Zhong picked up the microphone of the radio and pressed the button: "Rokosov calls Kharlamov! Rokosov calls Kharlamov!"

Wang Zhong released the button and waited for a reply.

He didn't know why he suddenly felt tired from standing, so he ran to the table with miscellaneous items next to the observation port, pushed away the notebooks and other things on the table, sat down on it, leaned against the wall, and held the microphone. His hand rested on the observation port.

Vasily: "You look like the dude whistling to the girl in the coffee shop."

Wang Zhong: "Is there a possibility that I am that kind of playboy? I just happen to be better at fighting."

Vasily slapped his head: "I forgot."

There was no reply at this time. Wang Zhong pressed the button of the microphone again: "Rokosov calls Kharlamov! Rokosov calls Kharlamov."

This time the response came immediately: "General, please speak!"

Wang Zhong maintained his posture of looking outside, and then switched to a bird's-eye view.

Then he discovered that there was only the unit symbol of Kharlamov's squadron and no view of it.

Damn it, if I don’t get promoted to General, the Air Force doesn’t count as my command, right? Even if I can order them to eject and attack, they don't count as my troops, right?

But it can still be remedied, after all, you can already see where the flying team is.

Wang Zhong pointed to the map on the table and kicked Vasily.

At the same time, he asked loudly: "Did you see the enemy's artillery?"

"Yes, we conducted an attack. Not a single cannon was blown up, and we didn't see the ammunition explode. The effect was not good. We are preparing to continue strafing."

"Which direction is it in your direction? I mean east, west, north, south!" Wang Zhong asked. The main reason is that his viewing angle is too high and he cannot see the specific direction of the aircraft's nose. He only looks at the direction of movement of the troop symbol. Because his army has multiple aircraft, it is difficult to calculate the movement direction of the entire unit as the direction of the aircraft's nose.

Therefore, Wang Zhong emphasized the east, west, north, and south.

At this time, Vasily moved the entire map table over, probably because he didn't know which map Wang Zhong wanted.

Wang Zhong picked up the small map stacked on top - this kind of map was printed just for the commander to draw casually - and then printed an X on the map with his fingernail.

Vasily pointed his pencil at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong took the pencil and drew a cross on the map. This is the position of the Kharlamov fleet.

It keeps changing, but as long as Kharlamov says hurry up, there should be no problem.

Harlamov: "We are northeast! The approximate distance is..."

Wang Zhong: "No need to mention the distance."

He drew a line heading northeast, and then marked a point on the line according to the map's ruler.

Wang Zhong: "Fly higher, communication will be better when you fly higher. Fly to three thousand meters, repeat, fly to three thousand meters."

"Understood, fly to three thousand meters. What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to shoot it, and you can correct it."

"Okay, but how can you guarantee that this shot will fall within our field of vision?" Kharlamov was obviously confused.

Wang Zhong: "No need to worry."

After Wang Zhong released the button of the microphone, he said to Vasily: "Let the artillery fire at this point and fire a shot."

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At the same time, the headquarters of the First Army of the Asgard Knights of the Prosen Army.

Senior officers in the black uniforms of the Order gathered around a walkie-talkie.

They were also listening to Rokossov's conversation with the Air Force just now.

Giles' adjutant, Feliz, said: "The communications personnel who discovered this conversation should be credited."

Giles nodded: "Yes. We'll talk about this later. He's leaning in one direction. How can we determine the location of our artillery position?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Feliz said: "It might be the radar. Just now he asked the plane to fly higher, which was actually to let the radar see the plane."

The other senior Prosen officers all gasped.

Giles: "The United Kingdom has shipped the radar and installed it in place? Where did it come from? From the Baras Plateau north, and then shipped it across the inland sea?"

Feliz came to the world map: "In terms of time, it is possible to start from the United Kingdom's colony in Baraja, walk through the Baras Plateau, and then transport it by ship across the inland sea."

At this time, the communications staff came to report: "The 511th Division Artillery Regiment reported that it was bombed by enemy planes and the enemy's artillery was test-firing. It requested to move its position."

Giles: "Emergency evacuation."

Emergency evacuation is a more urgent order than transfer. It basically means that all artillery troops abandon their equipment and evacuate their positions. At the same time, ammunition trucks are driven by death squads and move in the opposite direction of personnel evacuation.

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Wang Zhong heard Harlamov's report on the radio: "The aiming coordinates moved 100 meters north."

Without waiting for Wang Zhong to convey it, Pavlov, who had been holding the receiver, ordered: "100 meters to the north."

Another long wait followed.

It takes a surprisingly long time for a howitzer to fly more than ten kilometers.

Finally, Kharlamov reported: "200 meters to the east."

Wang Zhong didn't need to explain, he just maintained the playboy's sitting posture and looked at the scenery outside the observation port.

Kharlamov: "It is suspected of forming a cross-fire, and three test rounds are required to verify it."

When Pavlov relayed it, Popov whispered: "Isn't this a proper term for the navy? This pilot knows a lot."

Wang Zhong spread his hands. When an air force pilot directed army artillery to fire, he used navy terminology. In some countries, his brains would be blown out.

Vasily: "The general is very familiar with airplanes."

At this time, Kharlamov reported: "Straddle fire! It's time to fire!"

Pavlov: "Confirm that the target area is covered, and the entire artillery regiment fires three rapid rounds."

The sound of a volley of artillery fire soon came.

Popov asked Wang Zhong: "Do you think this (target) is the division artillery or the army artillery regiment?"

Wang Zhong: "I don't know, it doesn't matter whether it's an army or a division. If it's bombed, you'll earn it. Don't you think the firepower that just started falling on us has decreased?"

Vasily: "Indeed."

At this time, Kharlamov's voice came over the radio: "Accurate hit, repeat, accurate hit."

At this moment, a scream broke into the otherwise calm radio communication: "The enemy plane is diving down from above!"

Wang Zhong's first reaction when he heard this sentence was "The enemy plane went straight up and down suddenly." This is a symptom that occurs when you are a military fan for a long time, and various strange memes will be triggered at any time.

He pressed the button of the microphone and shouted: "Break S! Break S all! Get into the blind spot of the enemy's belly. The 109 does not roll well when diving!"

The 109's roll will become worse when diving, which means that when the target is seen drilling into the blind spot under the belly of the aircraft, the diving 109 may not have time to flip the fuselage.

During an air battle, the positions of both sides change drastically, and once visual contact is lost, they may not be found.

Although Wang Zhong shouted, the communication was already in chaos.

"Spread out, spread out!"

"Where is the enemy plane? I can't see him!"

"I saw it, I'm escaping!"

"I stepped on the rudder and there was no response. I'm going to make an emergency landing!"

"I knocked one out! He's on fire!"

"Xie Miao, behind you! Circle left!"

"Xie Miao!"

Wang Zhong looked serious. He held the microphone and tried to press the button several times to speak, but in the end he did not say anything.