Arc of Gunfire

In the next hour, Wang Zhong asked the map staff to surround the old man, holding the map and asking about the terrain of the surrounding grassland piece by piece according to the map number.

Military maps are divided into coordinate grids, each map is numbered, and there are smaller squares below the grid.

In this way, when needed, countless maps can be assembled into a large map according to the number.

After all, the old man is old. He doesn't know where it is by looking at the numbers, so he has to put the map together like a puzzle and let the old man "identify" one by one.

Fortunately, the headquarters is now in a barn. The place is large and there is plenty of space for the staff to do puzzles.

Wang Zhong watched from the side and couldn't get involved at all, because he didn't learn military maps as well as the staff members. He was just a hobbyist, and he didn't know how to puzzle maps.

About half an hour later, the guards from the headquarters led the old man's son in.

When the young herdsman representative saw a large group of people surrounding his father, he was stunned: "Eh?"

Wang Zhongying stepped forward: "Your father is helping us confirm the terrain of the surrounding grassland. If we don't confirm, we don't know. The surrounding grass is actually so rugged. Without your father, our battle may be in a state of passivity."

"Eh?" The herdsman looked stunned, "I came here because I was worried that my father would be arrested as a remnant... This..."

At this time, the old man turned to his son and shouted: "Asshole! Why didn't you tell me that the man leading the army was the godbrother of His Majesty the Tsar? The Tsar is our father and mother, and his brother is our uncle!"

Wang Zhong and the young herdsman: "Eh?"

Then they looked at each other and suddenly became in-laws?

The herdsman reacted first: "Dad, you can't calculate like this. How rude to the general! We are just ordinary herdsmen, representatives of the herdsmen living in the city!"

Old man: "Stop talking, go get my old map pack. I can't remember a few places. Their new map is too new and too accurate. I can't remember it until I look at the old map." ! Come on, run!”

Wang Zhong: "Vasily, drive him there and get the map back as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Vasily happily handed the map in his hand to the other staff officers.

It was obvious that he disliked puzzle maps.

After Vasily left, Wang Zhong glanced at the busy staff and said to Pavlov, "I'm going to go outside for a walk."

Pavlov: "Does this outside mean outside the city or outside the warehouse?"

"Of course it's outside the warehouse. No, maybe we can take a walk around the city to boost everyone's morale."

Popov stood up immediately: "I have to go together. I can't let you take my job all the time."

Wang Zhong: "If you want to keep an eye on me and prevent me from leaving the city, just say so."

"That's not true. I think what you are most concerned about right now is the updated map. I really want to fulfill my duties as a military bishop." Popov waved to his follower and said, "Go and prepare your horse."

Wang Zhong walked directly outside the warehouse.

In fact, Wang Zhong felt very comfortable using the warehouse as a command center like this.

When he was a child, he watched "The Island", and he was deeply impressed by the scene of the FBI aggressively entering the port warehouse to open the command center - of course, there were many more impressive things about that movie.

Wang Zhong walked very slowly, observing the busy people in the headquarters as he walked.

There are 100,000 combat troops, and a much larger number of employees and auxiliary personnel. To manage such a large unit, the headquarters personnel are indispensable.

The busy scene now reminds Wang Zhong of the stock exchange on trading days.

If Wang Zhong had not actually fought on the front line and only looked at the situation at the headquarters, he might have come to the fallacy that "the frontline soldiers can just follow orders and kill the enemy, but the rear personnel have to think a lot."

Wang Zhong was pacing, and Popov couldn't help but ask: "You're not really here to relax and kill time, are you?"

"Of course not. I'm inspecting the situation. It's just that the agencies are operating normally and there is no need for me to express my opinion." Wang Zhong shrugged.

Popov nodded, and the topic turned to today's battle.

"Although we won the battle today, we let the enemy's veterans run away. After the rear is reorganized and rested, these veterans will become a big problem."

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yes, we must strive to fight a war of annihilation and consume Prosen's veterans and technical soldiers so that the enemy cannot replenish them.

"Unfortunately, a war of annihilation requires superior forces, terrain, and a little bit of enemy cooperation."

Wang Zhong shook his head as he spoke: "I was originally going to see if I could use my new rising tide strategy to achieve results on the grassland. But now I know that the grassland is actually full of complex and impassable land masses, and it is not as connected as the desert."

Popov smiled: "But the Salia people are used to the black soil."

His mood suddenly dropped: "I don't know how long it will take to recapture Kozalia and the Black Land."

"Don't worry, that day will come." Wang Zhong said.

While talking, the two people (and several guards) came outside the warehouse.

It is already half past nine in the evening, the sun is setting in the west, and the entire western sky is filled with flaming clouds. Even if it is blocked by the buildings in the city, it still has a shocking beauty.

Wang Zhong stared at Huo Shaoyun. To be honest, he never got tired of watching the sunset after nine o'clock.

Popov: "What are you going to do with the cavalry?"

Wang Zhong looked at the bishop who was accompanying the army: "Isn't it obvious? Destroy the enemy's supply convoy. The cavalry has a long self-sustaining ability on the grassland. The horses can carry a considerable amount of compressed dry food. There is also water in the grass, and the water bottle can be replenished at any time.

"As for the horses, I think they will take care of themselves. If the knights die in battle, the horses can probably live freely on the grassland and enjoy the call of the wild."

Popov: "That's right, but how to deal with the garrison troops behind the enemy?"

"No." Wang Zhong looked at Popov, "If we meet them, we will bypass them and never confront the enemy head-on. We will attack those convoys that have no accompanying defensive troops - the enemy cannot send enough guards to all the convoys."

At this time, Popov's followers came over with a few horses.

Wang Zhong's "old love" was mixed in the herd of horses, like a dandy with women on both sides. He snapped his fingers, and Bucephalus immediately threw down the mares and ran towards Wang Zhong happily. When he came to him, he tried to lift his hat.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, good boy! Don't touch my hat!"

Bucephalas stopped and stood straight, like a soldier being inspected.

Wang Zhong waved to the horse and said, "Okay, stop standing at attention, come here."

The horse then took small steps and strolled to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong jumped on the horse, squeezed the horse's belly, and let the horse trot.

Popov and the guards hurried to catch up, but it seemed that only Gregory caught up with Wang Zhong.

"General, next time you want to gallop, say hello first!" said the senior sergeant.

Wang Zhong asked back, "Didn't you catch up?"

"When I was in the village, I was the runner-up in the horse riding competition."

Wang Zhong: "Only the runner-up?"

"The lord's son's horse is better than mine, much better, so I exhausted all my skills and couldn't outrun him. Since then, I haven't raced horses."

Wang Zhong: "You have caught up with my Bucephalas now. ”

Gregory: “Because the horse I rode was also a good horse. You may not know that all the horses in our army have become good horses, carefully selected from the nobles’ stables - many nobles’ stables are now state-owned stables, so they provide good horses to us. "

Wang Zhong thought, is there such a thing?

He had no idea!

Buciferus turned his head to look at Gregory's horse, then immediately looked forward and began to speed up.

It was obvious that he was a little unconvinced.

Gregory also kicked the horse's belly, and lowered his body, completely lying on the horse's back.

Wang Zhong followed suit.

The two of them were running in the city like this, and suddenly a bullock cart appeared in front of them. Wang Zhong braked the reins hard, and Buciferus turned around flexibly and stopped in front of the bullock cart.

Gregory showed his superb riding skills, and gently pulled the horse's head, letting the horse jump through the gap between the bullock cart and the wall, and then turned back.

The old man driving the bullock cart said angrily: "Running horses in the city, what kind of words - Oh, it's you, General, I have my own pickled cucumbers here, would you like some?"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, I'll try it. ”

At this time, Popov finally caught up with a large group of guards. Popov saw Wang Zhong plucking cucumbers from his fellow villagers and said, "I don't know who stipulated that we should not take even a needle or thread from the masses!"

Wang Zhong: "I will pay for it."

The old man was immediately moved: "Our own army is still the best. When the Proson Army was here, they destroyed a lot of my cucumber jars, but they didn't pay a penny! General, you should drive the enemy out!"

Wang Zhong: "We will fight here until August. You should take this time to evacuate. Everyone has to go."

The old man was stunned: "Only until August? Didn't you say that not an inch of land should be given up?"

Wang Zhong: "Last year, the emperor issued an order not to give up an inch of land, but millions of troops were lost in vain. In war, you have to save people and lose land. If the land is lost, it will be taken back one day, but if the people are lost, everything will be gone."

Old man: "When will you come back? "

Wang Zhong recalled the history of the earth and said, "Probably in the spring of 916. If it's fast, they will fight back this winter."

The old man was relieved: "That's good, it won't take too long. I'll wait here. My son disappeared in the battle. Maybe he can walk back. If I leave, he won't be able to find his home."

Wang Zhong hesitated and turned to look at Popov.

Popov whispered: "You're pushing this to me!"

He said to the old man: "Don't worry, your son must be fighting guerrillas somewhere! After the victory, he will definitely come back!"

It may also be that he has become an unknown grave somewhere.

But this kind of thing can be left unsaid.

The old man looked very happy and took two more jars of pickled cucumbers: "Then I'll take advantage of your good words. Come, eat! Eat!"