Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong kept firing until he had used up all his drums. At this time, there were no enemies resisting on the battlefield.

Except for the dead, there were surrendered soldiers.

Wang Zhong stopped, and the large amount of adrenaline secreted made him want to shout "Who else".

Is this a natural reaction...

However, as the battle ended, the effect of adrenaline also faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Zhong calmed down again.

When he was excited just now, he completely forgot about the bird's-eye view and used his naked eyes to search for the enemy. Fortunately, under the effect of adrenaline, his eyes seemed to become sharp and he didn't miss the enemy.

He checked the somi in his hand, and then looked at the board inside the turret for storing "little props for life".

The turret of the T34 is very narrow, and there is not much space to store personal belongings.

The size of the turret can actually be intuitively seen from the diameter of the turret seat ring. After all, the people in the turret have part of their bodies in the vehicle body, so the seat ring is like a ring around their waists.

The diameter of the two-man turret T34 turret ring is only 1420 mm, so the third person cannot fit into this ring.

Because there are not only human bodies in this ring, but also various mechanical devices.

In contrast, the ceremonial T34W turret ring has a diameter of 1670 mm, which is basically the same level as the American Sherman (the Sherman ring diameter is 1753 mm).

If the T34W was not such a large turret, Wang Zhong would not be able to put so many "little props of life" around him.

At least the two-man turret T34 of the 77th Division certainly could not fit.

It would be great to be able to put a PPSh in the two-man turret T34.

Wang Zhong observed the entire battlefield and determined that the position had been completely taken. The cavalry was chasing the fleeing enemies, and the tank troops that had been circling the side turned around and drove towards the main position.

After looking at the situation, Wang Zhong called out to a passing cavalry lieutenant colonel: "Wait a minute! Lieutenant Colonel, send out a cavalry company and ask them to dismount and guard the equipment on the position. The enemy has thrown so much away. It would be bad if they come back to pick it up and attack us."

"Yes, General." The lieutenant colonel saluted and glanced at the somi Wang Zhong was holding, adding, "Happy hunting, General."

Wang Zhong: "Thank you."

The lieutenant colonel turned around and ordered his subordinates: "The first company dismounts, receives prisoners, manages the spoils, and waits for the follow-up troops to come up and receive them."

Wang Zhong: "Tell them to find the commander of this position. They must see him alive or dead."

"Yes, General."

The enemy commander was soon carried to Wang Zhong. He was a major. His leg was injured. He sat on a stretcher and looked at Wang Zhong, who was loading bullets into the magazine of his submachine gun, with awe.

Maybe he was looking at the red flag flying on the antenna above Wang Zhong's head.

Wang Zhong: "Do you know Ant language?"

Although the enemy major looked confused, he seemed to have guessed what the question was about and shook his head.

At this time, the lieutenant colonel just now said: "I know Proson language, I will translate for you."

"That's good." Wang Zhong was overjoyed, "Which division and unit are you defending here, and where is your main force?"

After listening to the translation, the major began to speak, and the lieutenant colonel actually did "simultaneous interpretation" next to him: "We are the 331st Infantry Battalion and the 204th Anti-aircraft Artillery Battalion of the 37th Armored Grenadiers Division. We are ordered to delay you here until the main force of the division retreats."

Wang Zhong was shocked: "Where else can you retreat? This only way has been cut off by me."

The major waited until he heard the lieutenant colonel's translation before answering: "Go west and walk through the frozen land."

Wang Zhong looked at the vast snowfield to the west: "Are you crazy?"

Under such harsh conditions, the Proson people did not have enough winter clothes, and they probably didn't have much food. How could they walk out of such a snowfield?

It was a mercy for General Winter that only one of these ten people escaped.

The major's expression was serious: "So many people volunteered to stay and resist. You can surround those of us who resist." He paused, waited for the lieutenant colonel to finish translating, and added: "I didn't eat yesterday. Do you have anything to eat?" Wang Zhong took out a real life prop from his daily props: a quarter of a doctor's sausage, and threw it to the Proson people. "It's frozen, roast it and eat it with water." However, the Proson people had already bitten it, and gnawed off a piece of the frozen sausage, chewing it hard. Wang Zhong knew that this was the enemy, and reminded himself not to have mercy on the enemy. This was all to boost Ante's morale and for the legitimacy of the princess - legitimacy can ensure that there will be no rebellion. As a senior player of "Crusader Kings", Wang Zhong has a very intuitive understanding of legitimacy. After all, every time the legitimacy of the heir is not enough in the game, there will be a large-scale rebellion. Of course, the Russians are not so complicated in this matter. Basically, whoever has the bigger fist and wins the fight is legitimate. This victory can be against your own people or outsiders, anyway, you just have to win.

Wang Zhong just won - isn't this a coincidence!

Victory belongs to the great Catherine III!

Wang Zhong didn't fight for his own fame. His goal was to save his life at first, and now he is fucking Proson.

As long as he is to fuck Proson, he can do any job.

Of course, his favorite is still what he did just now, riding a tank through the forest and across the snowy plains, and personally turning into a heavy punch to hit the Proson invader on the front teeth.

Wang Zhong glanced at Major Proson who was devouring his food, and ordered the cavalry lieutenant colonel: "Keep an eye on him, he will be evacuated when the time comes. I will go ahead to grab something else. By the way, ask him where their division headquarters is. where."

After the lieutenant colonel asked, Major Prossen, who was busy chewing ham, took off his map bag with one hand and handed it to the lieutenant colonel.

The lieutenant colonel opened it, took out the map, looked at it, pointed to the sign on it and said, "The division headquarters is three kilometers northeast of this position."

Wang Zhong: "Let's go! Belyakov, stop checking the engine, let's go!"

Belyakov showed a wry smile: "General, I didn't stop the car just now. I wouldn't have stopped the car to tilt it."

Wang Zhong then discovered that the car was a little tilted. When he looked again, it turned out that half of the tracks were pressed against the enemy's sandbags, which collapsed the sandbag wall, but it did not collapse completely. There was still a little bit left, so the car tilted over.

Okay, the car broke down!

But think about it, today's motorized maneuver was almost 100 kilometers, and then for more than a week before, they also fought continuously, driving back and forth on the position.

It should be said that I have just started sleeping now, and I am already doing well.

After all, Ante's field maintenance depends on individual tankers. There is no field maintenance factory, nor are there repair or maintenance vehicles. The tractor factory masters that Wang Zhong collected before are still alive and have been sent to the factory to produce tanks.

Wang Zhong scratched his head: "I still want to arrest the teacher!"

Alexander: "You can only change one vehicle. But... I guess it is about to break down. The tanks of the 77th Division are new, but... uh..."

He glanced at the three T34s parked near the 88th artillery position. The enemy's sight was obscured by smoke throughout the process. These tanks couldn't have been stopped by enemy machine gun fire, right?

Wang Zhong: "These tanks don't have a commander's position. The turret is so narrow that there is no room for a third person."

The weather is so cold now and everyone is wearing thick military coats. The problem of T34 being too narrow is even more prominent.

At this time, the cavalry lieutenant colonel suggested: "Go on horseback. We have captured Proson's radio. I will ask a staff officer who knows this to take the radio and a company to follow you."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, you can also ride a horse. I have to complete the outflank even on a horse! Who can give me a horse——"

Wang Zhong suddenly raised his eyebrows and thought: No way?

He put his hand to his mouth and whistled.

Then a horse's neighing came from far, far away.

He looked in that direction, but as far as he could see, the forest and snowfields were peaceful.

Suddenly, something broke through the accumulated snow and jumped high.

The white figure rushed over like a bolt of lightning, carrying rolling snow.

It is Shadowspur, the king of horses. No, it’s not Gandalf’s mount, it’s my second-rate Bucifaras!

Buscephalas passed by many cavalry along the way, and the cavalry's mounts gave way one after another as if they were afraid of it.

Busivaras ran all the way to the paralyzed car No. 422, kicked its tracks, and bared his teeth at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong raised his head and said, "You should put on the saddle."

He had already guessed that the stable was probably bombed again, and it was fine. It ran away on its own, and then kept following it.

Cavalry Lieutenant Colonel: "We can share a set of saddles."

"Okay, hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to catch the teacher."

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Wang Zhong rode Bucephalas and galloped on the ice field as night gradually fell.

The staff officer carrying the radio asked worriedly: "Should we rest first? It's so dark today. What if we are attacked by a sneak attack?"

Wang Zhong switched the plug-in perspective and thought it couldn't be done. The enemy was highlighted two kilometers away. What a sneak attack.

So he said: "The enemy is already frightened, and there is no possibility of ambushing us. Let's go!"

The distance of three kilometers was reached at once, but Wang Zhong only found various discarded equipment and vehicles.

Oddly, it was all half-tracks and no wheeled vehicles whatsoever.

Wang Zhong came to the largest tent, dismounted and rushed in. He found a group of officers surrounding an oil drum, which was full of burned documents.

The enemy's division commander also changed into military uniforms, stood up and saluted Wang Zhong, and then said in broken Ant language: "General Rokossov, I have long admired your name."

Wang Zhong: "Why don't you resist?"

"The troops that could resist have been eliminated by you. We have completed the mission assigned by the empire. Now we choose to take responsibility for our own lives."

Wang Zhong's nose was so angry that he beat all my good buddies and relatives to death in Marler Gobi. Now he wants to take responsibility for his own life?

It's your responsibility not to invade!

But these people are for display, and it is not good to have scars on their faces.

And it doesn’t seem to be a good idea to do it yourself.

So Wang Zhong said: "Okay, please do it."

As he said that, he got out of the way and happened to see Busifaras, so Wang Zhong gave the horse a wink: be gentle.

Bucephalas's mouth was moving, not knowing what he was chewing.

Just at this time, the commander of the 37th Panzergrenadier Division walked out of the tent.

Busifaras gently raised his front feet and returned him to the tent.

Wang Zhong laughed.

He had never laughed so freely since the beginning of the war.