Arc of Gunfire

Major Schlieffen was originally asking the staff about the location of the 351st Regiment behind him, when suddenly a strange sound came from the village of Haute Penier.

Because of the distance, the sound was very weak, but the major's ears were very good, and he still clearly heard that many people were shouting "Ula" in unison.

"The enemy's morale is very high," he said.

The communications staff officer didn't respond: "What? Did you say the 351st Regiment?"

"I'm talking about the enemy." Major Schlieffen looked in the direction of Upper Penier Village.

The chief of staff suggested: "You can let the mortars fire a wave of rapid fire, followed by the infantry artillery of the 351st Regiment to replace the firepower of the mortars."

"No." Schlifen waved his hand, "The victors have the right not to be disturbed when celebrating their victory. Anyway, they will be defeated by us in the end. Now let them live in illusions."

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Wang Zhong——Next to Count Rokosov.

Su Fang burst into tears when she heard this, and kept tugging on Lyudmila's clothes next to her - mainly because Lyudmila was the only woman she could look at now, and she had no one else's clothes to tug on.

Lyudmila had a look of astonishment on her face. She didn't even care about her sleeve being pulled wildly, but looked at Alexey Konstantinyevich Rokoso in the truck with suspicious eyes. husband.

Lyudmila couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Is this still the same Alyosha?"

Yegorov heard these words, and the veteran said: "Men will change on the battlefield, maybe for the better, or maybe for the worse. The Earl has obviously changed for the better."

Lyudmila still frowned: "But I studied with him at the Pushkin School in St. Yekaterinburg, and he always got zero marks for his essays. And he also liked to write some nonsense rhymes as poems for the Grand Duke's family. Thousands of gold.”

Yegorov: "Perhaps in his opinion, these are just plain words that come from his feelings. They have just been baptized by the flames of war, so they can particularly touch people's hearts."

Lyudmila wanted to say something else, but Rokosov got out of the truck.

He was still running a fever, so his steps were unsteady. Lyudmila decisively stepped up to help him.

Moreover, the girl was prepared to be taken advantage of and even puffed out her chest.

But Rokosov just said thank you and walked forward along the street.

The soldiers were still shouting "Hurrah" to the count.

Yegorov was stunned: "Marshal Mikhailovich's treatment during the civil war was nothing more than this!"

Lyudmila looked at Fa Xiao's somewhat unfamiliar back with confusion.

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Wang Zhong didn't notice the girl's thoughts at all.

Maybe under different circumstances, he would look at the girl's face more, or take advantage of the physical contact just now.

But now, he doesn't have that intention at all.

Now women will only affect the speed at which he draws his sword - no, this statement is too retro, it should be said that it will only affect the accuracy of machine gun fire.

Of course, another big reason is that his fever has not completely gone away yet.

For people like Wang Zhong who already have a fever, antibiotics will not work so quickly, and it may take tomorrow or even the day after tomorrow to completely reduce the fever.

But the current situation prevents him from resting in his hospital bed.

The enemy is on the back slope less than two kilometers away, and they may receive reinforcements at any time.

On the other hand, not to mention increasing the number of employees, communication with superiors has even been cut off.

The Ant Army's main long-distance communication relied on telegraphs, but the Ant Army's radio stations were only assigned to the infantry division level.

In addition, it turns out that His Excellency the Duke's communication unit was wiped out by naval guns, and Wang Zhong now doesn't have a radio station - even if he does, he can't communicate because no one can decode it.

In short, Wang Zhong's small force is now completely disconnected from his superiors.

The superiors may have thought that the Second Battalion of the 31st Regiment of the Fourth Tank Corps was guarding here.

So under such circumstances, how could Wang Zhong relax and rest.

Of course, another option is not to defend here and directly exploit it. After all, the order was given to the 2nd Battalion of the 31st Regiment of the 4th Tank Corps and has nothing to do with Wang Zhong's headquarters.

However, this option has been ruled out by Wang Zhong.

At this time, Wang Zhong's purpose had seriously deviated from the original "saving life", but he himself was not aware of this change.

He was just thinking about how to complete the mission and how to beat up the damn Prosen Army.

As for why he wanted to complete the mission and why he wanted to beat up the Prosen Army, he had not had time to think about it.

He even had only a vague idea of ​​what he wanted to do now: he wanted to visit the old lady Ilinichna's family who lived in the far west of the village.

That was the ostensible reason that prompted him to jump on the tank and launch a daring attack.

Wang Zhong walked to the fork in the road between the winery and the mechanical mill.

The wreckage of a T28 tank is parked next to the winery wall.

A white horse stood next to the tank, nuzzling the tank turret.

Wang Zhong stopped and looked at the white horse.

He thought of Captain Lubokov who liked to ride a white horse.

This should be the white horse, after all, the tank is Lubokov's car.

Wang Zhong turned back and asked Yegorov: "Where is Captain Lubokov?"

Yegorov: "Still in the tank, we haven't had time to bury our compatriots who died in the battle."

Wang Zhong recalled Lubokov's performance during the battle and said: "He was very brave, but unfortunately he lacked enough experience."

In fact, Wang Zhong wanted to add "didn't hear my order clearly", but thinking about it carefully, he was lying in the headquarters of the winery, but he could tell the person who was driving the tank directly whether the enemy was destroyed. This was too strange.

So he didn't say the latter part.

To be honest, among the four tank commanders, only Lubokov could be of great use, and the others were either reckless or stupid.

Wang Zhong: "If the enemy doesn't come tonight, let the logistics department take out Lubokov's body and find a place to bury it."

"Yes." Yegorov nodded.

Wang Zhong looked at the white horse.

He raised his uninjured left hand and gestured to the horse: "Come."

The horse stared at Wang Zhong for a second, then turned around and sniffed Wang Zhong's hair with its nose.

Wang Zhong had never ridden a horse and didn't know how to deal with horses. He only remembered that when he played "Red Dead Redemption 2", he had to pat the horse's neck gently to appease the newly acquired horse.

So he followed his memory and patted the white horse's neck gently.

The horse was very docile and nuzzled Wang Zhong's cheek.

Wang Zhong had stroked the horse enough, grabbed the reins and handed it to Yegorov: "Let the logistics department take good care of it. I may have to ride it when we retreat tomorrow night."

"Okay."

Wang Zhong took a last look at the tank that had been burned to scrap metal and took a deep breath.

Lubokov was not the only one who died in the morning battle, so there was no time to grieve for the young captain.

Wang Zhong continued to walk west along the road.

The soldiers continued to cheer him along the way until Yegorov shouted: "Don't cheer! Keep reinforcing the fortifications! Run, you pigs!"

The soldiers then dispersed.

Wang Zhong finally saw the house of old lady Ilinichna's family - the house was on the westernmost side of the entire village and was the only way for the enemy to attack.

Standing at the door of the house, you can see the Prosen people's command tank on the hillside.

The one-eyed man was there.

Wang Zhong stared at the top of the mountain for a few seconds, retracted his gaze, and pushed open the wooden door.

He went straight down to the basement.

Old lady Ilinichna and her family were still in the basement, maintaining the posture they were in when they were tortured and killed.

Flies were flying around in the basement, which was very unpleasant.

Wang Zhong walked forward slowly and found that the old lady was still protecting her grandson, but the child had been killed by the evil bullet.

Wang Zhong thought of his parents in the dream again.

Then he remembered the scene he saw in the Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by the Japanese Invaders when he went to Nanjing for a summer vacation in the first year of college.

Before entering the Memorial Hall of the Victims, Wang Zhong thought it was just some pictures and exhibits, but later he found out that he was wrong.

Starting from the statues at the entrance, the Memorial Hall of the Victims used very artistic techniques to create a solemn and sad atmosphere. After entering the hall, the photos were arranged to exude amazing lethality.

After leaving the hall, Wang Zhong silently bought a bunch of white flowers and placed them in front of the Peace Monument.

Because of modern history, Chinese people naturally sympathize with the invaded party and hate the invaders who committed atrocities.

This is something that is rooted in the genes of 150 years of suffering.

Here, in this basement, Wang Zhong completed his final ideological transformation.

Yes, I am not from the Ante Empire, and I have no good feelings towards the imperial system. I think the nobles should be hanged.

But I cannot tolerate the beastly behavior happening in front of me.

Let me stand by and watch, can't I do it!

Wang Zhong bit his tongue a little bit with force, and the salty smell of blood spread in his mouth.

If he jumped on the tank in the morning, he just unconsciously chose the most efficient and most likely way to complete the plan, then now, Wang Zhong is sober and able to weigh the pros and cons, and actively chooses to fight the invaders to the end.

The moment he made this decision, Wang Zhong was full of pride.

He has always admired the International Brigade in the Spanish Civil War.

And now, he is also an internationalist fighter.

For justice!

To protect the weak!

To eliminate evil!

Wang Zhong decided to fight to the last moment as Count Alexei Konstantinovich Rokossov.

With a high spirit, Wang Zhong turned around and said to Yegorov: "Bury them now. In addition, recruit young and strong men in the town who are willing to fight with us, and let them pile up the bodies of the enemies in the town at the entrance of the village.

"Right in front of this house."

Yegorov frowned and asked: "What are you going to do?"

Wang Zhong gritted his teeth and said: "I want to terrify the people of Prosen."