Arc of Gunfire

Yegorov was not at his divisional headquarters at this time, but like Rokosov, he ran to the front line and was with the First Guards Tank Battalion.

His chief of staff, Alexander, was as incompetent and furious as Pavlov, and the bishop who accompanied the army also ran over after failing to persuade him, saying that he was going to hold him down with his body before he personally charged.

Yegorov's opinion: "I won't charge physically. I'm not Lieutenant General Rokosov. I know the limit."

The bishop looked at him sideways: "Oh, really?"

Yegorov was about to speak, but suddenly frowned: "Wait a minute!"

He looked in the direction of the city. The fog was still very thick at this time, and nothing could be seen five meters away.

Bishop: "What's wrong?"

"Shh! Did you hear the engine sound?"

"No, it's the engine sound of our tank, right?"

"No! Our tank just keeps the engine running, without gear, so the sound is not so loud. This is the engine sound of a tank that is moving."

If the tank is not in gear and the engine is just idling, the sound is loud, but not as loud as a moving tank.

The bishop also held his breath, listened carefully for a while and said: "Indeed, the sound of the engine. The enemy in the city has moved and is moving away from us."

Yegorov: "Phone!"

The signalman immediately came over with a portable phone, picked up the receiver and handed it to Yegorov.

Yegorov: "Connect to the division headquarters - no, the army headquarters, I can't get used to it."

The bishop smiled and said: "After all, the general is your teacher."

A dozen seconds later, a male voice came from the receiver: "Army headquarters, please speak."

"I am Yegorov, looking for General Rokosov!"

"Wait a minute."

After waiting for another twenty seconds, Rokosov's voice came from the receiver: "I am Rokosov, what's wrong, Yegorov?"

"The enemy has left the city, the engine sound is very loud, I guess the tank troops have all left."

"Got it, can you guide the artillery fire?"

"No, the visibility here is only five meters. We can only hear the sound, but we can't see anything."

"I see. I'll find a way. Wait a minute, from which direction can you hear the sound? I want the specific direction."

Yegorov was about to speak, but an idea suddenly occurred to him. He lowered his head and took out a compass. He looked at the scale carefully and said, "It's about thirty degrees west of our north."

"Okay. Continue monitoring... Before the fog dissipates, you can adjust the position of the vortex and try to open fire as soon as the fog dissipates."

"Yes."

Rokosov hung up the phone.

Yegorov returned the receiver to the signalman and looked at the bishop in confusion: "The general asked me the direction of the sound, but didn't ask where I was. What does he want to do?"

The bishop spread his hands: "You have been with him for a year, and you don't know. I'm a newcomer, how can I know?"

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Wang Zhong obtained Yegorov's position through the plug-in, marked it on the map of the army headquarters, and then drew a line to the northwest.

Pavlov: "What is this?"

"Yegorov heard the enemy's engine sound, I'll draw it. Connect me to Brigadier General Eugene of the 225th Division."

A few seconds later, Vasily handed over the receiver: "The Brigadier General is waiting."

Wang Zhong took the receiver: "Brigadier General Eugene, your troops should have heard the enemy's engine sound leaving the city."

"Ah? Did you hear it? Let me confirm."

Wang Zhong cut the field of view, and Brigadier General Eugene was indeed not on the front line, but stayed in his division headquarters. He was a normal commander.

Because the call was connected at this time, the specific situation of the division headquarters appeared in the place where Wang Zhong's plug-in was originally just a division headquarters symbol, and it can be clearly seen that Brigadier General Eugene was asking his chief of staff.

The chief of staff personally picked up the receiver of another phone and began to ask the troops.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Zhong discovered that he could not directly see the front line in this situation. Obviously, when Vasily was calling the people below beside him, he could see the situation below.

Could it be that the key lies in how many communication tools were used in the process of information transmission?

While Wang Zhong was thinking, Brigadier General Eugene got the answer and reported: "I did hear the engine sound, in the southwest direction."

"Understood. Adjust the position of your tank destroyer battalion to ensure that the tank destroyer battalion is facing the enemy when the smoke clears."

For a moment, Wang Zhong wanted to ask the 225th Division to send a reconnaissance team with a radio to find the enemy's position.

But then he realized that this was impossible. First of all, it would be difficult for the reconnaissance team to figure out where they were in the fog. Second, it was unlikely that a single-soldier radio would directly contact the army headquarters - even if the fog had no effect on the radio communication distance, it would not be possible.

The army headquarters is too far away from the front line now.

So Wang Zhong said to Eugene: "That's all, be careful."

At this time, Eugene reported: "General, according to the plan, we are making a feint attack, but the front line reports that it is going well. We have already penetrated deep into Yeisk."

Wang Zhong: "Stop and hold on to the spot to avoid encountering friendly forces in the fog."

"Yes."

Wang Zhong hung up the phone and drew another line on the map.

He looked at the map for a few seconds and shook his head: "No, the accuracy of determining the enemy's position in this way is too low, and it will only waste artillery shells. I have to go to the front line myself."

Pavlov: "No! There is such heavy fog, what if there is a car accident?"

Wang Zhong: "I will go on horseback! Bucephalus will take me to the front line smoothly."

"No! Even if Bucephalus is a divine beast that can run wildly in the fog, it won't work. Think about how far away from the front line we are now! If you ride over there, the fog will almost dissipate." Pavlov stared at Wang Zhong, then picked up the receiver of the phone and handed it to him, "You can call the front line. We set up an anti-tank artillery position last night, and the phone is connected to the position."

Wang Zhong curled his lips: "You are right."

He took the receiver: "Connect to the anti-tank battalion of the 225th Division."

The annihilation battalion mainly uses vortexes and is an armored unit, while the anti-tank battalion mainly uses anti-tank guns, which are infantry guns. The annihilation battalion did not set up a position, so there was no telephone line, and the anti-tank battalion's position could naturally pull a telephone line.

Soon Wang Zhong saw that among the units of the 225th Division, a unit representing anti-tank suddenly lit up, and he gained the battalion's vision.

Wang Zhong immediately moved over, but found a thick fog, and even the anti-tank battalion's position was not very clear, and nothing could be seen in the distance.

"Who?" The battalion commander of the anti-tank battalion was still asking.

Wang Zhong: "It's me, Rokosov!"

"General!" The voice on the other end immediately became respectful and raised by eight degrees.

"Did you hear the engine sound?"

"Yes, judging from the distance, it is not our tank and it is moving away from us."

Wang Zhong: "Direction?"

The battalion commander immediately reported the direction, using the scale on the compass like Yegorov.

"Keep alert."

Wang Zhong threw down this sentence, hung up the phone directly, and re-mapped on the map.

Pavlov shook his head: "The accuracy is still too low. If we can hit the enemy like this, there will be no need for an artillery observation post. Let's wait for the weather to clear up. The people from the Folklore Research Association said that the fog will last for two hours. There is less than an hour left, and the enemy can't run away."

Wang Zhong looked at his watch. It was indeed less than an hour. Now even if he rode Bucephalus and set off immediately, he would not be able to reach the front line.

Only by driving can he reach the front line before the fog dissipates and use the plug-in to determine the enemy's position.

After a brief thought, Wang Zhong made up his mind: "We can't let the enemy escape. Gregory, prepare the car!"

At this time, we can only trust Gregory's driving skills.

Pavlov: "No! I don't agree! Popov, you also say something about him!"

Popov was sitting next to watch the show, and was suddenly shocked when he was mentioned: "Ah? Me?"

Vasily suddenly shouted: "Look outside!"

Wang Zhong turned his head and found a ray of sunlight falling on the windowsill of the headquarters.

Pavlov was shocked: "The fog has dissipated in advance, this "magic" is too unreliable, right?"

Popov had an expression of seeing a ghost - no, it was an expression of seeing the apparition of St. Andrew.

Wang Zhong: "Look! The fog is starting to dissipate, and I won't be in danger if I go to the front line!"

Pavlov: "The fog is starting to dissipate, and our artillery observers can see the enemy tanks, so you don't have to go to the front line."

Wang Zhong was stunned: "Huh, it seems so."

Damn, my chance to show off with the plug-in is gone! What about the two-hour fog?

Suddenly, he realized that there was something more important: "No, the fog is gone, the enemy might recover. We only sent two regiments and one battalion in, something might happen. Order the 401st Provisional Infantry Division to move forward! Into the city!"

Pavlov: "That division is not under our command."

"Who cares? It's in our combat zone, it's our troops, hurry! Use our trucks to send them into the city, move quickly, before the fog completely dissipates."

Pavlov immediately turned around to implement the order, and Popov looked at Wang Zhong and said: "I think this time it's not that the researchers of the Folklore Research Association are not good at their skills, but that a pair of big hands dispelled the thick fog."

What big hands? Hayek's big hands? You, a clergyman, also understand economics.

While Wang Zhong was complaining in his heart, Popov continued: "The fog helped us when we attacked. When the enemy left the city and we needed a clear shooting range, the fog quietly retreated. General, please allow me to report this to the church headquarters."

Wang Zhong said seriously: "What is there to report? It's just that the spell doesn't work. I even think that this fog is not caused by magic, but natural fog. Didn't the meteorological department find the previous meteorological data? There will be fog in this season."

Popov shrugged: "You are right, then report it according to this caliber."

After about fifteen minutes, the phone rang.

Wang Zhong passed Pavlov and picked up the phone directly: "This is Rokosov."

Yegorov's voice came from the other side: "The fog has dispersed a little, and I seem to see where the enemy's tank troops are. They set up a circular defense position outside the city, a circular one! Damn, the enemy commander is quite classic."

Wang Zhong cut the field of view. Since Yegorov can see the enemy, he can naturally see it from a bird's-eye view.

Seeing the enemy's formation, he wondered if he had seen it wrong.

It's really a circular formation!

And the Prosons were turning on their headlights, so if anyone came through the fog, they would be blinded by the headlights.

No, now is not the time to sigh.

Yegorov: "I have calculated the enemy's coordinates, please fire at the following coordinates!"

He reported a series of coordinates.

Wang Zhong: "Got it. Let the artillery fire immediately. You also mobilize the annihilation battalion and the tank battalion to see if you can take advantage of the enemy being bombarded to get within 1500 meters - no, 1800 meters to open fire. It's safer to be farther away, and it's okay to fire more shells."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhong modified the last digit of the coordinates: "Egorov gave us the coordinates, fire according to these coordinates!"