Arc of Gunfire

By the time Wang Zhong returned to the army headquarters, night had completely fallen.

The holes in the outer shell of the warehouse have been patched up with canvas, and all the windows have been blocked with cloth. The huge warehouse lies quietly in the night, with only a little light leaking from the side door that opens from time to time.

Wang Zhong entered the gate and wanted to take off his hat. When he touched his head, he only touched the forehead. Then he remembered that he had given the hat to his child as a family heirloom.

Because his hand had already been raised, it was a bit embarrassing not to do something, so he patted his forehead and said, "By the way, I need to get a new hat. Who is that? You go to the munitions department and get me a new hat!"

Nellie: "I won't call you that person."

"Mom, I want a new hat!"

"I'm not your mother either." Nellie said seriously, "It's a new hat, I understand."

After saying that, she put the Coke she was holding into Wang Zhong's hand, picked up her skirt and ran away.

Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov while drinking Coke, and then saw the two female pilots in front of him looking at him.

"Uh," Wang Zhong put down the Coke, walked towards the two ladies, and extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Rokossov. Why are there two female pilots? The one who sent the photo last time, uh... Smi Why isn’t Lieutenant Colonel Dianova here? I remember her partner’s name is Katya.”

"The two of them were hit by enemy anti-aircraft artillery and were injured when they made an emergency landing across the front line." The female pilot with the rank of major on her shoulders said, "They will probably stay in the rear for half a year."

Wang Zhong nodded: "That's right. Fortunately, the flight performance of Wave 2 is good."

The Bo-2 aircraft has an amazing gliding ability. The female pilots of the night bombing team often turn off the engine to let the aircraft float in the air, and only turn on the engine in the air when they are close to the target, in order to achieve suddenness.

The major pilot nodded: "Yes, if it had been another plane, they might not have been able to come back because it would have landed deep in the enemy-controlled area. You are actually as familiar with the plane as the rumors say."

Wang Zhong: "Ah, my adjutant taught me."

Vasily: "Huh? Yes, I taught you."

He patted his chest and then asked: "By the way, how is Ms. Katia? Is she seriously injured?"

Wang Zhong: "Why, the miller's daughter is no longer fragrant?"

"I care about my comrades."

Major pilot: "She can still walk, so there shouldn't be any big problem. She should return to the team in half a year. Should we get down to business?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, what do you call them?"

Vasily: "Is this serious business?"

The major pilot smiled, then stood at attention and saluted Wang Zhong: "I am Euphilia, the acting commander of the 588th Night Bomber Regiment, and I have been ordered to send photos of aviation reconnaissance. This is my partner Lenia."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you from Ant?"

Major: "My ancestors all have blood from other countries. Why, if I'm not an Ant, I can't fight with Proson?"

"Of course not, our group army also has Davarisi from Melania's People's Army." Wang Zhong said quickly, and then turned the topic to photos, "Where are the aerial photos?"

Pavlov raised his hand: "Here I am, the Air Force's photography technology has improved."

Wang Zhong hurriedly walked to Pavlov and took the photo from his hand.

Popov also came closer and stretched his head to peek over Wang Zhong's shoulder.

Wang Zhong quickly flipped through the photos and handed them to the Army Bishop after reading each one.

Just as Pavlov said, the Air Force's photography technology has improved significantly. Of course, it may also be that the scenery on the grassland is relatively single, which highlights the Proson goal.

Major Euphilia introduced: "Aerial reconnaissance found that there are enemy armored units in the northwest and southwest of Yeisk, but the grassland seems to have caused some trouble for them. We photographed many temporarily abandoned armored vehicles."

While she was talking, Wang Zhong happened to flip through a photo, which showed seven or eight vehicles abandoned on the grassland, as well as a small Plosen rescue team.

Wang Zhong picked out the photo and asked, "Where is this photo from?"

"There are shooting coordinates on the back." Major Euphilia said.

Wang Zhong turned the photo over and saw the coordinates, but they were just grid coordinates on the map.

"Find out which map square it is." Wang Zhong said and handed the photo to Vasily.

Vasily took the photo and ran towards the place where the map staff gathered. They were probably sorting out the intelligence provided by the old royalist man.

Wang Zhong followed the numbers and found all the photos of the same map block.

"There is no security force," he muttered under his breath.

Pavlov took a photo from his hand and looked at it: "There are indeed no security forces. It looks like they are all logistics troops and maintenance troops."

Wang Zhong: "This is the enemy's weakness. If the cavalry is used to attack here, the supply system of the Prosen people will immediately fall into chaos."

Pavlov nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said: "Wait a minute, our radio monitoring department also monitored the communications of the enemy's traffic control department, although they used some code words, so we don't know what the reporting unit is. But it can be inferred from the content that there is some congestion in the enemy’s supply transportation.”

Wang Zhong: "Is there a report?"

"Yes." Pavlov snapped his fingers, "Bring me the monitoring records."

Immediately, a staff officer came over with a writing board with a thick stack of monitoring reports: "They are all summarized here."

Pavlov turned over the handle, and the writing board fell into Wang Zhong's hand.

The contents were all trivial matters, such as a car broke down in section 53 and the road was blocked, section 113 was confirmed to be impassable and the route had to be replanned, etc.

Every piece of information was not leaked, because no one knew which unit sent it or where it was talking about.

But when all the contents were summarized, it was known that the enemy's logistics were blocked.

Wang Zhong: "Very good, very good. Our poor infrastructure has been meritorious again."

Popov frowned: "Your words will be taken out of context and thought to be attacking the church's five-year plan for not investing enough in infrastructure - but you are not afraid of being taken out of context. If we say such things, we may be finished."

Wang Zhong ignored Popov and focused on the photo: "Now we just have to wait for the cavalry to arrive. If the grassland is vast, the Prosen people cannot set up defenses everywhere. If they sweep away all the supply troops scattered on the grassland, their pincer attack will not be able to start!"

Vassily said excitedly: "Then we will fight an annihilation war?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, to annihilate the enemy, we have to maintain the encirclement. How to ensure the supply of the encircled troops on the grassland? This time we should still defeat them. Don't rush to eat a fat man in one go. Our current goal is to delay the enemy and prevent the enemy from piercing through the Sukhayaveli River Front in one wave and cooperate with Duke Myshkin's operations."

If the Sukhayaveli River Front is pierced, Duke Myshkin's Borsk Front will be in danger.

The enemy will pour into the grassland and head straight for Abavahan.

At this time, Major Euphilia said: "We won't bother you guys while you discuss strategy. I think the plane should have finished refueling, so let's say goodbye."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, Vasily, I'll take you to the plane."

"Okay." Vasily made a gesture of invitation, "Please come this way."

The two pilots walked towards the gate one after the other.

Popov watched them go away, and suddenly said: "You know what? The captured Proson people said that our night flying team are all monsters mixed with cats, and their pupils are vertical like cats."

Wang Zhong looked back at the female pilots who had already walked to the gate: "Really? I didn't see it!"

"Of course it's fake, how could anyone have vertical pupils? The Proson people also think they can do magic. What they throw every night is not bombs, but magic fireballs."

Wang Zhong shook his head, lowered his head and continued to look at the photos, and said as he looked: "The Proson people are quite imaginative. I will be angry with anyone who says they are rigid."

At this time, the phone rang.

Pavlov picked it up: "Army Headquarters. Your Majesty? Okay, I'll let him listen."

Wang Zhong frowned: "Why are you calling me now?"

Pavlov shrugged and handed the receiver over.

As soon as Wang Zhong put the receiver to his ear, he heard Olga say unhappily: "You said you would call me tonight!"

"The headquarters telephone line is very busy. And it's almost midnight now, you should go to bed!"

"I won't go to bed if you don't tell me about today's battle situation!"

Wang Zhong: "We will send the battle summary to the headquarters in a secret message tonight, and you will know it at the imperial meeting tomorrow morning!"

"I don't want Turgenev to read it to me, I want..."

"Your Majesty!" Wang Zhong raised his voice, "We are fighting! I just witnessed the funeral of more than a dozen young children on the street, and I am not in the mood to coax you. Be more mature!"

In fact, there was no funeral for young children.

There should be children who died in the artillery fire, but Wang Zhong did not see them off in person.

Olga shut up.

Wang Zhong: "I still prefer the smart and sensible Olga."

Olga: "Okay... I'm sorry, I think you may need to talk to me or something without Lyuda around..."

Wang Zhong thought you thought too much, I have Nellie to hug me.

The next moment, Olga's voice became serious: "Okay, the housekeeper also advised me not to call the front line all the time. I promise this is the last time. Please tell me, is everything okay?"

Wang Zhong: "Fortunately, we recaptured Yeisk, which was occupied by the enemy a few days ago, and defeated the enemy's elite Asgard Knights Sede Division."

As he said this, Pavlov next to him muttered: "Tomorrow's front page will be the victory of Yeisk."

Olga: "Very good, did you catch the general again?"

"No, this time all the enemy's senior officers ran away. When promoting it, you can say that they were frightened and fled."

"Okay, okay!" Olga's mood obviously recovered a lot, "That's good! Remember to report the battle situation every day in the future! I will look forward to the imperial meeting every morning! Promise me!"

"Okay. I promise you."

"Well, then good night." Olga's voice sounded a little reluctant, but she still hung up the phone.

Wang Zhong put down the receiver and said to Pavlov: "Write a detailed battle report every night and report it in secret code."

Pavlov turned around and said to a staff officer: "You, write a detailed battle report every day--"

Just at this time, a staff officer came over with a document: "Report, today's losses have been preliminarily summarized."

Wang Zhong took the document directly and lowered his head to read it.

His expression suddenly became serious.

After reading it, he handed the report to Pavlov, turned to the map with his hands behind his back, and sighed heavily: "Although it was a great victory, the losses were not small."

"Be happy," Pavlov said, "including the prisoner exchange ratio of three to one, which is a big improvement. Previously, we had to exchange six people for one Prosen. And most of them were casualties of the 401st Provisional Infantry Division, which came up later. If we only counted us, we would even have the upper hand. In war, it is impossible for no one to die. There is nothing we can do about it."

Wang Zhong: "There should be no one who has to sacrifice because there is no other way. Although I know there can be no losses, as commanders, what we should pursue is to bring everyone home."

Pavlov: "That is something that only magic can do, be realistic."

Wang Zhong pursed his lips and did not answer.