Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong's order was quickly implemented.

Soon a hill more than one story high appeared at the entrance of the village.

Wang Zhong was supervising the work with his hands on his hips, and from time to time he warned: "Remember to take out the bullets and grenades on them, I don't want to set them on fire later and the bullets will sound like firecrackers.

"It would be terrible if someone got hit by a stray bullet like this."

"Don't worry," Yegorov said next to him, "all the ammunition has been collected. Although their rifle bullets are not suitable for our rifles, I still ordered them to be taken away, just in case. These bullets Stored in the winery warehouse along with the seized rifles.”

Wang Zhong nodded and said nothing more.

Soon the young people from the town moved over the last corpse and threw it to the top of the pile. They stood there and looked at Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong: "No more?"

"Yes, all the bodies that can be found on the streets are here."

Wang Zhong: "It's less than expected... Why do I have the impression that I killed many enemies?"

Yegorov turned to look at his staff officer Pavlov, who immediately reported: "There should be only this many enemies killed. Your impression is not wrong, but many of the people you shot down are not dead. We follow humane principles." The principle of doctrine took care of those wounded soldiers.”

Wang Zhong: "Humanitarian principles only apply to humans, animals do not enjoy humanitarianism. And we don't have so many medicines, right? Pull out all the wounded soldiers. There are also enemies who surrendered. The soldiers of Proson are brave and good at fighting, and they will never Surrender must be a false surrender!”

Pavlov hesitated: "This..."

He kept looking at Yegorov.

Yegorov: "My lord, if we kill all the wounded and surrendered soldiers here, when we counterattack in the future, even if the enemy's morale is shattered, they will be forced to fight to the end. We will pay even greater sacrifices." casualties."

Wang Zhong pursed his lips and fell into deep thought while facing the already large mountain of corpses.

At this time, Lubokov's white horse's reins were loosened for some reason, so he left the railing where the horse was tied, came to Wang Zhong, and gently rubbed his hair.

Wang Zhong sighed and said in a very regretful tone: "You're right, we can't push the enemy too hard, we have to think about future counterattacks. Just burn this much, get some gasoline from the car we are sitting in, and pour it on. "

"I just gave the order and I'm ready." Yegorov said, and then made a gesture to the noncommissioned officer who had been waiting next to him.

So the sergeant led two privates, each carrying a bucket of oil, and poured it on the pile of corpses.

While they were pouring oil, Wang Zhong looked towards the hill to the west.

Without a telescope, I could barely see the outline of the Prosen tank parked on the top of the mountain, but I couldn't see the people at all.

But when Wang Zhong switches to a bird's-eye view, the enemies on the mountain will be highlighted - because this is Wang Zhong's own field of view.

Wang Zhong clearly saw the one-eyed dragon looking here with a telescope.

Unfortunately, the enemy was holding a telescope and could not see the opponent's expression clearly from a bird's eye view.

But Wang Zhong was willing to imagine that he was gnashing his teeth with hatred at this time.

If it is true, then this Jingguan pile is worth it.

It's a pity that Wang Zhong is very sick now and can't climb up the pile of corpses. Otherwise, he would have to climb up high and low to show off and annoy the leader of these beasts.

However, even though I can't climb up, I don't necessarily have to express my contempt.

So Wang Zhong pushed away the sergeant who was still pouring oil, took a Proson helmet that was not stained with oil, threw it on the ground as a stepping stone, raised his military boots and stepped on it.

Just stepping on it wasn't enough. Wang Zhong touched his pocket, but couldn't find the cigarette.

He looked at Yegorov.

Yegorov took out the tobacco: "I am poor and can only smoke the ones I rolled myself. You are not used to smoking. Ask Pavlov, he is a noble."

Pavlov took out the silver cigarette case, opened it, took out a very carefully rolled cigarette, and handed it to Wang Zhong: "Your Excellency."

Wang Zhong took out a cigarette.

Pavlov took out his carved lighter and lit it for Wang Zhong.

In fact, Wang Zhong imagined that he should smoke a big cigar. After half-smoking, he flicked the cigar contemptuously like Sheffield in "Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2", and the butt of the cigar flew onto the pile of corpses, igniting a raging flame.

Forget it, that’s it.

Wang Zhong stepped on the enemy's steel helmet and smoked half a cigarette leisurely. After the soldiers poured out the last barrel of oil, he looked at the hills in the distance.

Even without a bird's-eye view, Wang Zhong knew that the enemy's leader was there.

Wang Zhong blew out the cigarette ring, flicked it lightly, and the butt of the cigarette in his hand drew a shining arc and landed on the pile of corpses.

The flames roared up and spread to the entire mountain of corpses in the blink of an eye.

Wang Zhong didn't expect that there was still someone alive inside. He was burned by the flames and screamed immediately. Then with the support of the desire to survive, he crawled out of the pile of corpses, fell to the ground and rolled around.

It's a pity that the fire has already started, and it will definitely not be extinguished by just rolling around.

Wang Zhong kept his feet on the helmet and watched the enemy struggling on the ground: "Don't shoot, let him burn."

He just watched as the enemy gradually stopped struggling and turned into a burning human figure on the ground.

Then he looked up at the mountain.

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Major Shrieffen didn't put down his binoculars until he saw the soldier stopped struggling.

The corners of his mouth trembled, as if he was restraining himself from swearing.

His chief of staff also put down his telescope and said: "This is the enemy's psychological tactic. He wants us to attack rashly before the follow-up troops can catch up."

Major Schlieffen: "Who is this guy? I mean the bastard who lit the fire!"

The chief of staff replied: "I don't know. The attack failed and we didn't capture any prisoners who could be interrogated, so we don't know their numbers and organization, nor do we know who the commander is.

"However, the soldier said that the tactical number of the tank behind the last bicycle was 422. According to the enemy's tactical numbering pattern, this may be a unit under the Fourth Tank Corps. This corps has been eliminated by the Air Force in the battle report this morning. "

Shrifen gritted his teeth and muttered: "You can't believe a word the Air Force says!"

He took a deep breath, glanced at the fire that was burning more and more at the entrance of the village, and asked in a sullen voice: "Where is the 351st Regiment? Where is the 351st Regiment?"

"The commander of the radio communication said we will arrive in one hour."

"Make them hurry up!"

Although the 351st Regiment was assigned to the command of Major Schlieffen and was part of the Schlieffen Combat Group, the commander of the 351th Regiment was also a major and was at the same level as Schlieffen, so it was not easy for Schlieffen to speak too harshly when giving orders.

This made him even more furious.

The reason why this battle group is called Schlieffen Battle Group is mainly because the current emperor of the empire, Reinhard von Hohenzollern, hopes to weaken the influence of the Junker nobles in the army and vigorously promote young officers who are more familiar with new military technologies. .

Especially young officers with no aristocratic background.

Major Franz, the leader of the 351st Regiment, is a typical Junker noble. He has been in the army for thirty years and firmly believes that the winner of the war is still infantry and artillery.

So the young Schlieffen became the commander of the battle group. This battle group was also called Schlieffen Battle Group, not Franz Battle Group.

Now the outcome of the battle depends on the speed of the old noble's rescue!

Shrifen looked fiercely at the blazing torch at the entrance of the village.

"No," he said to himself, "don't lose your mind. Attacking now will only allow the enemy to succeed. This cruel devil will eventually pay the price."