Arc of Gunfire

At the same time, Shostka

Pavlov: "Suddenly I discovered that after being bombarded for several days, there were not many intact buildings left to accommodate the prisoners."

Popov: "There is no need to tolerate it. The enemy should be polite to us at night. Most of these prisoners may die after the shelling. Just put them next to the train station and wait for the supply train to arrive in the evening. After unloading and loading, They just leave."

Popov paused and added: "If the enemy suddenly bombards us during this process, then it will be said that the enemy deliberately killed these prisoners, and publicity will be based on this standard."

Pavlov thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, that's it. There happens to be a big stack next to the train station. Let them bask in the sun there. It's autumn anyway, so there's no chance of heat stroke."

After saying this, Pavlov picked up the phone and began to issue orders to deploy a company from the reserve team and deploy along the railway.

Popov suddenly said: "No! You can't walk along the railway!"

Pavlov pressed the microphone of the receiver in confusion and looked at the military bishop: "What's wrong?"

"First, go along the railway. If the train wants to pull back, it will block the train. Second, only civilians working beside the railway can see it. We want these prisoners to get off the railway bridge and take the main road of the city. , pass through the urban area on the east bank, and then turn towards the train station.

"That way all the Skitarii and laborers in the city can see them. Even the laborers who have work on hand!"

Pavlov suddenly understood after listening to Popov's words: "Boost everyone's morale! Okay, I'll make arrangements right now."

He immediately changed his order and asked the selected companies to spread out along the street and line up all the way to the train station.

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In the afternoon, the people of Shostka ran to the main road and looked at the Guards soldiers lined up on the main road with confusion.

The church priests were shouting with iron trumpets: "Don't gather, please don't gather. The enemy may bombard us at any time. The enemy may bombard us at any time!"

But no people left.

Everyone was whispering.

"What's going on?"

"I heard that the general just fought to the other side. I'm afraid he has died for his country now!"

"Talk nonsense! Be careful that the inquisitor hears you!"

"But what's the point of lining up like this?"

Everyone discussed for a long time with no result, but more and more people gathered together.

Suddenly, the west side of the street cheered: "Hurrah!"

Everyone squeezed forward curiously, wanting to see what was going on, but they were blocked by the guards who lined up with rifles coming across from them.

"Don't crowd, don't crowd! You can all see it!"

An aunt curiously asked the second lieutenant leading the team: "What's going on? What are you looking at?"

"I don't know either, just let me line up. I'm more curious than you, aunt!"

While everyone was talking about it, the cheers gradually came closer.

At this time, a child climbing on the roof shouted: "It's the Proscenians! The Proscenians have entered the city!"

The child's mother immediately scolded: "You're talking nonsense, you didn't even hear the sound of gunfire!"

"But, there are really people in gray military uniforms coming over!" the child said aggrievedly.

At this time, other people also saw it: "Gray military uniforms! The formation is coming!"

Some people would have run away if the people next to them hadn't started shouting "Ula".

Then the gray military uniform came into everyone's sight.

The Prossens were marching down the street in formation, all covered with rotten eggs and mud. They were unarmed and walked with their heads down in despair, flanked by arrogant black-clad soldiers.

"It's a prisoner! The general sent the prisoner back!"

I don’t know who shouted this.

Everyone woke up from a dream and immediately cheered: "Ula!"

The next moment, all kinds of debris were thrown at the prisoners.

There was also an aunt who was throwing things and shouting: "You guys were captured too! We deserve it! We deserve it!"

"Hand over all of you to the judge! Let you have a taste of the power!"

"Get out of our country!"

Facing the monstrous anger, the prisoners were like a bunch of green vegetables that had been left out for a long time, all wilting.

But the crowd soon grew tired, for they found the line of prisoners too long.

Someone muttered in surprise: "How many prisoners has the general taken?"

"There are thousands of them, right?"

"No, look at how long this team is, it must be tens of thousands of people! You know, that was General Rokossov! He killed nine enemy generals!"

Just as he was talking, the crowd added a zero to the number of prisoners, thinking that this number was very real.

The number of enemy generals killed by General Rokossov also successfully increased to nine.

Just when everyone was tired of looking at the prisoners, someone shouted again: "Look! It's an enemy officer!"

The crowd who had rested immediately became energetic again when they saw the group of officers wearing caps. They threw stones, flower pots and urine at them like a storm.

An adjutant wearing an adjutant's rope tried to use the adjutant's rope as a stone for the man with the highest rank. This aroused even greater anger and more stones were thrown.

At this time, a priest finally stood up: "Don't do this! Injuring them will reduce the effectiveness of the interrogation! Leave it to the inquisitors!"

The priest shouted several times before the crowd's anger gradually subsided, and Proson's officers supported each other and quickly passed through the angry crowd.

The cannons pulled by mules appeared next, and the soldiers in black clothes driving the mules were arrogant and proud.

Someone asked loudly: "Soldier, where did this cannon come from?"

"It's spoils of war!" the soldier said happily, "We have captured more than a dozen! Tomorrow they will fire the shells at the enemy's head!"

Following the cannons were ammunition carts and carts full of other spoils of war, including various canned goods of Proson.

A child shouted to the black-clad soldier sitting on the carriage: "Can you give me a can? I want to try it!"

The soldier immediately took out a can and threw it to the child: "You're welcome!"

He went home happily.

Then the child's cry came from the house: "It's so salty!"

Everyone on the street heard the cry and laughed.

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Wang Zhong watched the Marine infantry driving a mule cart carrying a lot of spoils passing in front of him and shouted: "Give me the radio if you have it, give it to me, understand!"

The Marine infantry driving the cart pointed to the back: "We have captured the entire communications company, it's in the back. There is also a machine with many rotors!"

Wang Zhong: "Enigma machine?"

Marine infantry: "I don't know what it's called, anyway, it's a big box with many rotors. At first we thought it was a gearbox, but we found a keyboard and could type."

Wang Zhong patted the turret steel plate of the KV: "It's an Enigma machine! What about the code book? Have you captured the code book?"

"It's all in the back, General."

Wang Zhong waved his hand and let the Marine infantry drive the carriage away.

Soon, Wang Zhong waited for a half-track vehicle with all antennas on it. It was obviously a communication vehicle of Proson.

Wang Zhong: "Where is the code machine you captured?"

The Marine infantry in the half-track vehicle picked up a box.

This was the first time Wang Zhong saw a real Enigma machine. His first reaction was: Is it a little small?

It looks like a larger typewriter.

Wang Zhong: "Bring it here for me to see."

The naval infantryman stood up, jumped from the half-track vehicle to the flatbed in one step, then climbed onto the KV's body swiftly and put the Enigma machine in front of Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong opened the box and checked the machine inside.

The keyboard is almost the same as that of a classic typewriter. The typewriter originally had five rotors in the place where the rollers were installed, and there is a complex linkage mechanism nearby.

In addition, there is a manually rotating knob next to the rotor, which seems to be used to adjust the position of each turntable.

The Enigma machine is very simple to use. As long as the information to be encrypted is entered on the keyboard, it will automatically be converted into an encrypted string.

When decoding, just enter the string in reverse, and the information content will come out.

However, to complete the decryption, it is not enough to have an Enigma machine that is exactly the same as the sender. It is necessary to accurately know the starting position of each rotor during encryption and the wiring method on the circuit board below.

Even if an Enigma machine was seized, the position of the rotor on it could be used to decipher the secret documents for one day. However, the other party would change the rotor position the next day and could no longer decipher it.

Wang Zhong carefully examined the cipher machine and once again thought of what he had thought of: building a manor, gathering a group of mathematicians, and deciphering Plosson's code.

This is what the British did at Bletchley Park during World War II. When Sandezi's code was deciphered, the losses of the wolf pack tactics soared, because the Royal Navy knew when the wolf pack would come, where to assemble, and where to resupply.

Wang Zhong looked at the machine, closed the lid, and handed it back to the navy: "Be sure to keep it well and make sure it is delivered to the judge intact. This machine is very important."

"Deliver it to the judge?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, but we have to keep this communication vehicle. Also, how many walkie-talkies have been seized? That is, radios that can be carried by one person."

"Five, General."

Wang Zhong was overjoyed: "Okay! Send them all to the division headquarters! When the battlefield is almost cleaned up, we will start to retreat."

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September 24, 15:00, the headquarters of the First Army of the Asgard Knights of the Proson Army.

Giles looked at his watch: "The enemy didn't launch an armored assault. Are we being tricked by the enemy?"

Feliz cursed: "This White Horse General, one day we won't believe anything he says on the radio!"

Giles: "Then the enemy will succeed? Anyway, we don't believe anything he says, so he can just speak directly. No, we still have to monitor the enemy's radio communications. The Ants have poor radio technology and prefer to use telegraphs and telephones, but this White Horse General obviously prefers radio."

At this time, the chief of staff came in: "Check the situation. The White Horse General brought a division and an armored train, suddenly rushed over, and then occupied our completed trenches."

Giles frowned: "A division? The intelligence of the headquarters is wrong again? Don't we have only one reinforced division on the front?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Gilais shook his head: "No, there shouldn't be that many. General White Horse launched a surprise attack, and our troops deified him, turning him into a frightened bird. We can't go on like this. Order all units to emphasize to the soldiers that General White Horse is also a mortal. He has no divine power, and he is not Surtur!" Feliz: "Now it seems that the propaganda strategy of the Minister of Propaganda has been wrong. He said that we are the Aesir, but in mythology, the Aesir will eventually face Ragnarok. The fire giant Surtur wields a giant sword and challenges the gods..."

Giles: "That's enough. Although it's almost night, we must launch an attack immediately. Our tank troops may not be good at attacking the fortified area across the river, but it is not suitable if the trenches on the plain cannot be attacked anymore. Sky I want to completely regain my position before it gets dark!"

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