Arc of Gunfire

At the same time, Plosson's 10th Army Headquarters.

After walking back and forth for who knows how many times, Admiral Bock looked up and asked the Army Chief of Staff: "Has the Infantry Division not been attacked yet?"

"Yes." The Chief of Staff replied, "It may be the shelling of the Infantry Division that disrupted Rokossov's deployment."

General Wilhelm von Frederick of the Sixth Army stood up: "Then I won't disturb you from fighting wits and courage with Rokossov. Judging from the time, my Army Headquarters should have moved to the position, and it's time to go back."

The Plosson people occasionally do this. When the troops of the follow-up echelon move forward, the commander first goes to the headquarters of the front echelon to "visit" and understand the situation on the front line in advance.

In this way, when the headquarters of the follow-up echelon moves to the front line, the commander is already fully aware of the situation.

The premise is that the two commanders are familiar with each other.

Of course, according to military regulations, it is definitely not possible for the chief officer to leave the headquarters when the troops are advancing to the war zone, but Plosson is very "flexible" at this time.

If someone questions it, Plosson's generals will say that this is training the staff and the officer corps.

Admiral Bock said to his old friend: "Be careful on the way back. My troops reported that this grassland looks like you can go anywhere, but in fact, many places are stuck as soon as the car enters. It is different from the grasslands of East Eurobia and the black soil of Khasalia. Be extra careful."

Frederic waved his hand, gestured to his adjutant, and left the headquarters of the Tenth Army.

Admiral Bock looked at the chief of staff: "Where is the report of the reconnaissance unit?"

The chief of staff shook his head: "No abnormality was found, but there was a report from the troops that the enemy reconnaissance plane was conducting aerial reconnaissance."

Admiral Bock looked at the map: "Rokosov should have discovered our intention of the pincer attack. But he stopped. Isn't this waiting to be surrounded by us?"

Chief of Staff: "Maybe he saw that we couldn't launch an offensive immediately, so he wanted to wait for his follow-up troops?"

The plan formulated by Admiral Bock's staff is that the pincer attack will start in the early morning of the 18th. It is only the 15th now, and all troops are in the process of movement. They have not yet arrived at the starting position, and the replenishment of fuel and ammunition has not kept up.

Admiral Pok thought about the chief of staff's guess for a few seconds and shook his head: "Where did he get the information from? No, it doesn't make sense. It's unlikely that he could judge the time of our attack. It should be the shelling that interfered with their actions. Rokossov also likes to prepare for counter-fire before our attack and disrupt our offensive deployment. This time the 190th Infantry Division did a good job!"

Chief of Staff: "Do you need to inform the 190th Division of your praise?"

"No, it's not necessary. After all, shelling to delay Rokossov is just a possibility. It is also possible that Rokossov's battle plan is to occupy Yeisk. After all, this city is the last large city before we attack Yarvik. If we don't occupy Yeisk, his army will have no supply center."

Admiral Pok was silent for a few seconds before cursing: "Damn it, we were going to use Yeisk as a supply center! Now we have to replan the supply!"

The chief of staff hurriedly said: "We already have a plan, so there is no need to worry about supplies. The current progress is a little slower than we expected, but all the supply centers will be set up on the 17th, and ammunition and fuel will be distributed to the attacking troops."

Admiral Poke frowned: "The progress is slow? Why? When I made the plan, didn't I ask you to leave a day of redundancy?"

The chief of staff smiled bitterly: "Not only did we leave redundancy, but we also referred to the poor road conditions in the Khazaria area when we made the plan. I didn't expect the road conditions here to be worse, and weeds have swallowed up the roads in many places. In order to prevent the follow-up troops from getting lost, we set up many traffic control stations along the way, but there were still supply teams that deviated from the road and got lost in the grassland."

Admiral Poke had a black line on his face: "So now the redundancy of one day has been used up?"

"Yes, but there will be no problem with the attack on the morning of the 18th." The staff officer vowed.

Admiral Pok nodded: "Okay, then we just need to withstand the attacks tomorrow (the 16th) and the day after tomorrow."

Until now, Admiral Pok still believed that Rokosov would attack.

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Wang Zhong was riding a horse and strolling in Yeisk.

Although the sunset was still hanging in the sky, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, and it was time for many people to go to bed.

But now almost no one was sleeping. People from all over the city were out helping the hired workers of the First Mobile Army to collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers.

The bodies of the enemies were randomly piled on the roadside.

While Wang Zhong was strolling, he saw a group of children playing a war game. The children who played the role of the Ant Army had no equipment, and the children who played the role of the Proson Army had helmets and belts.

So he stopped and shouted: "Children!"

The children stopped and looked at Wang Zhong. An older child saw Wang Zhong's collar badge and shouted: "It's the general! Salute the general!"

A group of children learned to stand at attention like adults and saluted with very non-standard postures.

Wang Zhong smiled and saluted back, then asked: "Why don't the people playing the role of the Ant Army have any equipment?"

The older child who just shouted the salute said: "We can't take the martyrs' things."

Wang Zhong smiled, got off the horse, took off his military cap, and put it on the older child: "You are the commander, here you go, wear it."

The child was moved and said: "Is this okay?"

"Sure, my military cap is also an ordinary military cap, no different from the second lieutenant's military cap."

The mobile soldier who was resting next to him said: "Kid, if I were you, I would take this military cap back and hide it, so that it can be passed down from generation to generation!"

The older child took off the military cap and looked at it happily.

Wang Zhong turned to the child who played the role of the Proson Army: "Where did you get this cross badge?"

The child pointed to the street corner: "Misha, who cleaned up Proson's body over there, gave it to me!"

Misha was probably the name of the person who helped the hired worker with the work.

Wang Zhong came to the child, squatted down, and helped him adjust the position of the cross badge while saying: "This should be hung on the neck, and this is the battle wound badge, it should be hung here."

The child was surprised: "General, how do you know so much?"

Wang Zhong: "To defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy, no matter how big or small, and understand everything. Even better than the enemy himself!"

In fact, Wang Zhong had been a German stick for a few years before crossing over. Later, he read a book called "General NC" and was shocked by the cruelty and inhumanity of San Dezi - the book included a large number of photos recording the atrocities of ordinary soldiers of the National Defense Army.

After that, he stopped being a fan, but the knowledge he gained during the German stick period was not lost. He can still tell all kinds of San Dezi medals and how to wear them.

After helping the children dress, Wang Zhong stood up and said to all the children seriously: "Listen carefully, when you are done playing, go back and tell your parents to pack up your things. Tomorrow our motorcade will return to Yarvik with an empty car, and you can take the empty car."

The children looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on the older child wearing Wang Zhong's military cap.

"We want to stay and fight!" said the older child, "We can use guns!"

Another child shouted: "Katya has joined the army, so can we!"

Wang Zhong: "When did Katya join the army?"

"This January!"

Wang Zhong: "Then she should still be in training. Modern warfare is not just about being able to shoot. You will not be of any use staying here. You will only give up your life in vain. Be obedient and go back to tell your parents that you will return to Yarvik with an empty car tomorrow."

The older child was silent for a few seconds and suddenly asked: "You let us go because this city cannot be defended, right?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, but I promise that we will definitely fight back before June next year. We now need to use space to exchange time, dilute the enemy's troops, drag down their logistics, and wait until they are skin and bones, and then punch them back!"

Older child: "Then can't we just wait for you here?"

"No, the enemy will massacre you. Have you seen the priests hanging on the street lights? The enemy will do this to your parents. Since we can fight back sooner or later, why sacrifice in vain?"

The children looked at each other.

"Okay," the older child said, "let's go tell Mom and Dad. What's your name?"

Wang Zhong: "You use that word. Have you ever been to a proper school?"

"I'm in the church middle school in the city, ninth grade," the child said.

"Okay. I'm Rokosov, 'that' Rokosov. Your current mission is to move to the rear and finish middle school. We are in great need of tenth grade graduates now, and then you will have a place to exert your energy."

Wang Zhong paused, thought of something, and asked, "Where are your classmates?"

The older child: "They should be with their families - I mean, if they are not dead."

Wang Zhong: "Then I'll give you a mission. Wear my hat and find these classmates, and ask them to persuade their families to retreat with the empty vehicles tomorrow. Can you do it?"

The child smiled: "Of course!"

Wang Zhong: "Then go! While it's still light! Run!"

The older child turned and ran.

Seeing this, the other children followed suit.

The child who played the role of Commander Proson suddenly remembered something, stopped to stand at attention to Wang Zhong, saluted again, and then turned around to chase the main force.

Wang Zhong put his hands behind his back and sighed: "A childhood in the flames of war."

Gregory: "I don't know whether I should envy them or pity them."

"Of course I pity them. Children should not be associated with war anyway. Whenever I see these children, my hatred for Proson becomes stronger."

It's like looking at photos of a certain place before traveling through time.

At this time, two messengers drove over on motorcycles.

The motorcycle was a Harley-Davidson motorcycle supported by the United States, and it was so handsome.

Wang Zhong was so busy looking at the car that he almost didn't hear the messenger's words.

Messenger: "General! A Boeing 2 from the Air Force landed outside the city and sent us photos of aerial reconnaissance."

"Okay, I'll go back to the headquarters right away."