Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong spent twenty minutes carefully recounting the information just now.

Tadeusz nodded: "Understood, in short, treat it as smoke covering the entire battlefield, and conduct close combat in the smoke."

Wang Zhong: "Yes, we are all silent weapons, which means that as long as a gun is fired, it will definitely not be one of our own, and there will be no accidental attack."

Tadeusz: "On the other hand, once an accidental attack occurs, the friendly forces may die silently. The attack sectors must be allocated to avoid accidental attacks."

Wang Zhong: "It's useless. I have been a ghost in the smoke myself. I know how chaotic that situation will be, and accidental injuries are definitely inevitable. The good news is that there are far fewer of us than the Proscenians. The possibility of hitting one of our own people is Sexuality is greatly reduced.”

Tadeusz smiled and said: "We are like little fog monsters, destroying them silently."

Wang Zhong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this familiar term: "Little fog demon?"

"Ah, it's the monster in our Melania legend. It will come with the fog, hurt people in the fog, and use illusions to cover up its whereabouts." Tadeusz shrugged, "Typical logic would Self-consistent superstition, because the little fog monsters always come with the thick fog, so no one has seen them, but when they leave, they use illusions to cover their tracks, so no one finds the traces they leave.”

Wang Zhong nodded: "I understand. So the little mist demon doesn't exist?"

"At least no one I know has seen it, I mean, not while sober."

Have you seen it after taking fungi?

Vasily slapped his thigh: "We can pretend to be little fog monsters and scare away the Prosens!"

Wang Zhong: "Don't be stupid. The Proscenians once used penicillin to deal with the magic of witches. If they really encounter a small mist demon, they will only shoot at it, and then send the body to the Imperial Academy of Sciences to receive a reward. This must be the case."

Tadeusz: "In Melania, only children are afraid of little fog monsters. I always feel that this is just made up to scare children and prevent them from going out to play in foggy weather. There are many real dangers in the fog. "

As he spoke, Tadeusz put away the simple map and photos: "I'm going to have a meeting with the company and platoon commanders to introduce the situation."

Yegorov: "It's almost time for us to leave. There are a lot of things to arrange. I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, here we go, let's talk."

He lowered his head and looked at his watch: "It's 0029 hours on July 15th, just right."

Others lowered their heads, pulled up the small knob on the watch to stop the hands, then turned the knob to set the time to 0030, waiting for Wang Zhong's command.

Wang Zhong: "Okay!"

Everyone pressed the knob at the same time to resume movement of the watch.

"I wish you good luck. See you in Yeisk tomorrow."

"See you in the city."

"See you in the city!"

Everyone got up and walked down.

Wang Zhong noticed that Lieutenant Colonel Xie Miao looked very nervous, so he patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay. The Prosens are really skilled in fighting skills, but the most important thing in the fog is courage. Take courage."

After speaking, Wang Zhong patted Xie Miao's back and pushed him out of the headquarters.

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Afterwards, Wang Zhong took a nap until he was awakened by the sound of artillery.

He sat up and looked out the window.

The birds hiding in the grass were awakened by the sound of the cannons and flew into the sky noisily.

The grassland was still dark, with the occasional flash of heavy artillery fire.

Wang Zhong was dumbfounded. This was the first time his artillerymen had attempted simultaneous firing attacks in actual combat. This project had often failed at the Kubinka training ground before. The mathematicians' calculations are very accurate, but Ant's artillery can never perfectly execute the mathematicians' intentions, so the firepower density of the bombs is also erratic.

I hope they perform at a super level this time.

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Commander Witte lay on the ground and exclaimed: "This density of firepower! It feels like ten artillery regiments are firing at us!"

Shooting at the same time will cause inexperienced generals to misjudge the artillery force that is shooting at them. Proson has no generals to confront the United States head-on, so this is an area they do not know.

If Rabelais was more powerful, he might be able to steal information about the United States' tactical habits, but unfortunately Rabelais is not that powerful.

Now a room full of Proson officers were lying on the ground, maintaining anti-cannon postures, and some of them were holding their heads with their hands.

The earth-shaking shelling continued for an unknown amount of time, and finally stopped.

Commander Witte got up: "It's not yet dawn, why did we stop? Attack at this time?"

Night fighting is a problem for most armies, and there are only a few armies that are good at and actively seek night fighting.

For example, the Gomande Special Forces of the United Kingdom often conduct sneak attacks at night on the Prosen facilities on the Western Front.

Colonel Busse also got up: "I'm afraid it's not an attack. This is Rokosov's habit of bombarding us while we sleep, trying to kill us."

Major General Witte came to the window of the headquarters and looked out the window: "...No, the intensity of firepower I heard just now shouldn't mean that the houses near the headquarters were only damaged so much."

The chief of staff came to the window - he had only replaced the fallen chief of staff for less than 24 hours, and he was still a little timid when he spoke: "Indeed, indeed, the number of artillery shells is definitely more than this. Isn't the center of gravity of the bombardment the urban area?"

Colonel Busey also looked closer to the window and observed: "But the explosion density of the shell just now is definitely not my imagination."

Major General Witte pondered for a few seconds and said: "This is fire preparation. The main goal is to destroy the barbed wire and mines outside our defense zone. It is nighttime now. The engineering troops cannot repair these in the dark. The enemy is going to attack. Let the troops be ready."

"Now, now?" The chief of staff confirmed.

"Yes, now. Let the troops be ready for battle." Major General Witte said.

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Wang Zhong paced in the headquarters, looking outside every time he walked to the window.

"The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. It doesn't look like it's going to be foggy." He exclaimed.

Popov: "Didn't Filippov say yesterday that the fog in the morning is caused by the heat from clear weather dissipating to the high altitude, which then causes the water vapor in the low altitude to condense. There are a lot of scientific words here, and I, a theology student, only half understand them. But you should understand, General."

Wang Zhong: "I understand, I just forgot."

Popov: "This is not your first time commanding an attack, why do you act like a new soldier on the battlefield."

"Because he used to charge ahead by himself, driving his small tank."

Wang Zhong turned his head and saw Pavlov entering the room.

"You are finally here!" He stepped forward and gave Pavlov a hug. "I thought you would come with the last troops on the 16th."

"I left a few trusted staff officers and clerks, they will arrange the last troops well." Pavlov punched Wang Zhong on the shoulder, "I heard that you have already exchanged fire with the enemy. Really, you are waiting for the whole army to arrive, why are you in such a hurry?"

Wang Zhong pulled away: "I can't help but be anxious. Look, we can only put the headquarters in this kind of village now. If we don't meet the enemy, we will fight with the enemy by the river."

Pavlov: "It's not like we haven't fought in urban battles."

Wang Zhong: "That's different. The vortex has taken key protection. The side is unreliable and can't fight in urban battles. This vast grassland is where the vortex can play a role. We have already hit the enemy hard on the grassland."

"I already know." Pavlov patted Wang Zhong on the shoulder, "Calm down now. You are the commander of the army, not the regiment commander who used to charge with a small tank."

Wang Zhong nodded.

In fact, he really wanted to participate in the attack himself. After all, he had a plug-in, and he knew the enemy's position in the smoke, and the enemy was within a range of 2.5 kilometers. The commando he led would definitely be able to go straight to Huanglong and capture the enemy commander alive.

But on second thought, there was no idea how many enemies there were within these two and a half kilometers. He didn't know how long it would take to check them one by one, and it was a situation of a surprise attack in the fog, so it was not sure how much effect it would have.

Moreover, his plug-in was equivalent to marking people on a small map, and it was not really a frame that could be shot directly, let alone a big gyroscope.

How much effect he could play as an infantryman was still debatable.

Moreover, the enemy was now organized and had the will to fight. If they were not killed by random shooting in the fog, Wang Zhong might be hit by one of his bullets.

Reality is not a game. If you don't die from a bullet, you will have to lie in the rear for half a year.

Wang Zhong was reluctant to abandon the troops he had worked so hard to build.

Therefore, let the soldiers under his command come to attack. He had raised them for half a year, equipped them, trained them, and opened night schools, and let them learn knowledge and why they were fighting every day. It was time for them to play a role.

Wang Zhong can definitely be said to love his soldiers like his own sons, and now it's time to "use soldiers like mud".

After the enemy's morale is broken, he can use the plug-in ability to capture the enemy's senior officers from the chaotic army. At that time, Wang Zhong can leisurely check who the enemy is one by one without worrying about stray bullets and grenades.

Thinking of this, he came to the window again: "Why is there no fog yet? The firepower preparation has stopped for so long."

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"Why haven't the enemies come yet!" The new recruit Andreas yawned.

Corporal Kosrek was very calm and smoked silently.

Andreas turned his head to look at the corporal and asked curiously: "Why do you hide like this when you smoke, corporal?"

"The light from the cigarette butt." The corporal said, "If you don't want to be shot by snipers, just hide and smoke."

Andreas: "I heard that many of the snipers of the Ants are women. Have you seen them?"

"No." The corporal shook his head, "I would rather never see them in my life, these damn nuns of death."

Andreas sighed: "I would like to see it. Women on the battlefield, how novel, fighting and working in factories should be men's jobs."

Obviously he is still full of curiosity about the battlefield. Although he has seen several trucks of corpses, a recruit can't become a veteran just by looking at corpses.

Corporal Kosrek still smoked silently.

Andreas hesitated and asked, "Corporal Koslake, you are not nervous, are you? Are veterans nervous too?"

"No, I won't be nervous just because of the battle. But I have a bad feeling today. When you come back from a battlefield like hell, you will gain this ability. You can sense danger, even future danger." Corporal Koslake suddenly opened up, "I have tried it before. When I was marching, I suddenly didn't want to take a step, so I turned to the side. Guess what, when I stepped on it, I found that the enemy's pressure mine was right next to my feet."

Andreas: "Then you can save one leg!"

"One leg?" Corporal Koslake shook his head, "Ant's mines will take more than one leg from me. If I or anyone else stepped on it, the machine gun platoon on the march would be gone."

"Is it that powerful?"

"That's how powerful it is. The mines dug out later were so big." The corporal gestured.

Andreas was so surprised that his mouth was wide open.

At this time, the machine gun platoon leader appeared: "Is there anything wrong?"

"No." The corporal replied, "Even if there is something wrong, we are not the first to find out. The machine gun group found the enemy first, which means that the infantry covering us is finished."

"Is that so?" The platoon leader was obviously a rookie who had just graduated from the military academy. He was a little timid in front of the senior non-commissioned officers.

Corporal: "Sir, are you a Junker nobleman?"

"I guess so." The platoon leader replied.

"That won't work. You have to show the Junker nobleman's style and shout "Stop talking nonsense pigs" to us." The corporal said.

Platoon leader: "Stop talking nonsense pigs! Like this?"

"No, no." The corporal shook his head.

Andreas said: "The quartermaster shouted more authentically, and the Junker nobles should be like that."

The platoon leader was about to speak, but suddenly stopped and looked outside.

The two men in the machine gun crew also looked back through the creepers to the outside of the bunker.

"The fog is very thick." Andreas said, "There will always be such fog in the valley in my hometown in the morning in summer. When I was a child, my mother scared me, saying that there would be a little fog monster in the fog, which would eat children."

Corporal Kosrek frowned, put out his cigarette, came out of hiding, lay down in the shooter's position, opened the compression plate and checked to make sure the belt was normal.

After closing the compression plate, he pulled the bolt to put the machine gun in a ready state.