Arc of Gunfire

Su Fang watched the truck disappear into the distance and turned to look at the silver-haired girl carefully.

So beautiful - she admired sincerely.

At this time, the silver-haired girl spoke: "He probably has a burned head. He would never have done such a thing before."

Su Fang: "He in the past? Have you known the count for a long time?"

The silver-haired girl shrugged: "I've known him since I was a child. After all, the territories are next to each other."

Su Fang: "Are you a countess?"

"Not yet. I am a praying hand now, so I cannot accept a secular title."

To become a cleric one cannot accept secular titles.

"Oh," Su Fang nodded and asked, "Then will you marry the earl in the future?"

"Ah?" The silver-haired girl was stunned, turned to look at Su Fang, and then grinned, "You...could you have fallen in love with him? He is a famous bad guy, from St. Catherine Castle Many salons don’t welcome him because he will touch him everywhere, just like a dog in heat. Speaking of which, when I supported him just now, he didn’t touch me, maybe he was burned out!”

Su Fang was shocked: "Is he such a person?"

"You don't belong to the 41st Composite Brigade under his command, do you? His reputation is known to the entire brigade. By the way, after the battle started yesterday, he immediately ran away to the basement crying and peed his pants. The 41st Composite Brigade also because of his performance , morale collapsed."

As the silver-haired girl was talking, Yegorov coughed: "Okay. He might have been a coward before, but now I see a brave Ant man! Without him, we would have been surrounded in Ronye. The city is in Japan.

"Be more careful, monk, and don't say these words that may affect morale!"

The praying hands are also monks, members of the clergy.

The silver-haired girl quickly said: "Sorry, I just...just..."

She hesitated for a long time without saying anything, so she could only shrug.

Soon after that, there was a muffled sound in the distance.

The soldiers who got out of their cars to repair all around fell to the ground uniformly.

A veteran like Yegorov waved his hand: "Don't panic, stay far away! If the shelling falls on our heads, we will hear the sound of 'oo' first. When you guys become old people, You can even judge the caliber by the sound.”

But the silver-haired girl shouted: "The sound of gunfire came from the direction he went!"

Then she snatched Yegorov's telescope, ran a few steps and stood on a stone by the roadside, observing the distance.

The wind from the east blew away her braids, causing her silver hair to fly in the morning light.

**

Wang Zhong saw the tank running from an overhead perspective.

He wanted to jump out of the car, but he had no energy left.

When he switched back to the naked eye view, the shell had already landed on the side of the road, and the exploded soil flew in from the half-open lathe and landed on his face.

Sergey opened the door and jumped out of the truck, leaving the out-of-control truck to continue moving forward.

Wang Zhong reached out to grab the steering wheel in a daze, stretched his foot to the other side and stepped on it directly. Unfortunately, he had no strength due to fever, so he did not step on the pedal.

But it might be because there was no oil, or it might be that the engine was damaged by fragments. Anyway, the car gradually slowed down.

The tank on the top of the mountain fired another shot, and the empty truck bed exploded into an orange fireball.

The glass behind the cab was shattered, and the fragments scratched Wang Zhong's cheek.

Wang Zhong sat in the car and tried to open the door, but his physical condition did not allow him to do so.

At this time, he suddenly realized that it seemed that he didn't need to go there himself.

Damn it, if you want to save your life, you will die by yourself in the end.

At this time, the tanks on the top of the mountain may have clearly seen the white flag on the truck, or they may simply be convinced that the truck was destroyed and want to save artillery shells. Anyway, they ceased fire.

Wang Zhong sat in the cab and tried to open the door twice more, but failed. Maybe the door was damaged by the shell that just landed on his side.

He could only use his hands and feet to move towards the driver's seat, intending to get off from the side where Sergey jumped.

After all, he didn't know if the truck would burn.

Burning to death is the most painful way to die, and Wang Zhong doesn't want to experience it.

Just then, he saw a white horse appear on the hillside where the tank was guarding!

Someone on a white horse trotted down the hillside and headed straight for the wreckage.

Wang Zhong looked at the white horse and even forgot about his own struggle for survival.

Switching to an overhead perspective, Wang Zhong could clearly see a captain wearing a tank anti-collision cap on the white horse. He might be the commander of the tank platoon.

When the captain arrived, he looked at Wang Zhong's rank in the car, cursed "Suka Bu Le", and hurriedly dismounted and came over to open the door.

After dragging Wang Zhong out of the car, the captain breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and saluted: "Captain Lubokov, Second Battalion, 31st Tank Regiment, Fourth Tank Army, was ordered to snipe the Prosen Army here!"

Wang Zhong: "Second Battalion? I only saw four tanks."

The captain looked bitter: "We are the only ones left. The air strikes have killed most of the tanks. The Prossens have equipped their planes with 20mm cannons, which can destroy us in the sky, not to mention the bombs."

As he spoke, he glanced at the top of the mountain and continued to complain: "Our tanks are relatively fragile. Damn it, it's all the fault of the Minister of Military Industry who likes multiple turrets! The Prossen tanks all have single turrets! When we were discussing, I think the Carolingian single-turret tank is the mainstream in the future!”

Wang Zhong: "Since you know that your tanks are fragile, why are you still forming formations on the mountain?"

Captain: "The field of view is good. Our 45mm cannon can destroy the Prossen tanks from a long distance."

Wang Zhong: "What about the enemy's air force coming again? And you only have four vehicles in total, and there is a constant stream of enemies."

Captain: "We are ready to die generously. When we set off from the base yesterday, there were still hundreds of people, all of whom were good brothers who got along day and night. Now there are only a few of us left, and we no longer plan to live alone."

"No, no." Wang Zhong shook his head repeatedly, "You are now under my command. I am just leading the charge, followed by more than half of the infantry regiment and directly affiliated agencies. There is a small town behind the mountain. We retreat to defend it."

Wang Zhong likes to play real-time strategy games, and he especially likes a real-time strategy game called "War Game Red Dragon". In that game, if tanks entered the city rashly, they would be beaten to shit by the infantry's bazookas.

Moreover, before traveling through time, he had watched a lot of "anti-tank gymnastics" performed by the Martyrs, so it was natural for him to think of retreating into the town and engaging in street fighting with the enemy.

In this way, it can rely on the terrain to avoid the T28 tank's weak points of thin skin and large stuffing to the maximum extent, and it can also avoid enemy air attacks and strafing.

This decision may not be reasonable, but it is the best thing Wang Zhong can think of under the current situation.

The captain stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds and said: "I was on the top of the hill just now and saw the Proson convoy driving forward with its headlights on in the distance. Suddenly all the lights were turned off. Is that the infantry regiment you are talking about?"

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yes, we counterattacked, wiped out an enemy division, and robbed one of their military stations. These vehicles were all captured."

The captain scratched his head: "Although it stands to reason that I should verify your identity, but... my intuition tells me that you are one of our own. And you are injured and have a fever, so you dare to charge into our tank formation like this. This It’s hard for people to believe that you are actually a spy for the enemy..."

Wang Zhong: "So what's your decision? Omit the useless parts and tell me your decision."

The captain was speechless: "Our radio is broken and we can't contact our superiors. According to the order, we accept your command!"