Arc of Gunfire

In the early morning of July 17, Wang Zhong looked at his watch and nodded to Pavlov.

Pavlov picked up the phone: "Connect to the artillery position."

Wang Zhong looked at the map with his hands behind his back. It was full of targets that the reconnaissance team had touched yesterday. The artillery command post should have compiled a firepower plan, and all these targets would be attacked simultaneously.

Wang Zhong had seen the effect of the firepower attack with his own eyes, and the craters were still left in Yeisk. According to the locals, the bombardment was so strong that the ground shook.

Wang Zhong asked the fellow villager whether the bombardment had caused any damage to them, and then the fellow villager's expression left a deep impression on Wang Zhong: he gritted his teeth and said that it would be worth it if we could kill the Proson devils.

Proson occupied Yeisk for such a short time, but the hatred was so unforgettable. In the future, if there is peace, if there are "public intellectuals" who overturn the case for the Proson people, Wang Zhong will definitely take out his pistol blessed by the Patriarch to let him cool down.

While Wang Zhong was thinking this, he heard Pavlov shouting into the receiver: "Fire."

He raised his head and could vaguely hear the sound of artillery fire outside the city through the thick walls of the warehouse.

Pavlov stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds.

Wang Zhong noticed his gaze and asked: "What's wrong?"

"I'm looking to see if you want to go out and drive your little tank."

"I do want to drive my little tank, and I also want to ride Bucephalus and charge into battle myself. Will you give it to me?"

Pavlov shook his head: "No, of course not!"

"That's it." Wang Zhong shook his head, and he didn't know how many times he imagined Pavlov turning into a white-haired beautiful girl. Damn, in normal cute works, Lyudmila should be the chief of staff!

I thought that when I just crossed over, I saw Lyudmila. This should be the development of cute works?

Pavlov suddenly shivered, and then looked around in confusion: "What's going on? Why am I shivering suddenly?"

Wang Zhong pointed to the ground: "Look quickly and see if you stepped on the switch."

Pavlov glared at Wang Zhong: "I'm wearing leather shoes, it won't matter if I step on it, do you know about insulation?"

"I don't know, I'm the last one, how can I understand these things." Wang Zhong said confidently.

Pavlov shook his head and ignored Wang Zhong.

It's broken, the sense of déjà vu of "My Chief of Staff Can't Be So Cute" is stronger.

Pavlov was busy with his own things, and Wang Zhong could only run to the radio battalion, because he found that as long as he stood next to the radio, Wang Zhong could get the vision of the unit they contacted.

For example, if you call the headquarters of the 225th Division, you can get the vision of the division headquarters-yes, only the vision of the division headquarters, not the vision of the troops under the division.

But many times, looking at the vision of the division headquarters, you can also see the situation around the division headquarters, which is enough for senior commanders.

So Wang Zhong posed next to the radio area, which he thought was very handsome, and then began to cut around from a bird's-eye view.

He saw the jeep of the 225th Division's leading reconnaissance team hiding at the edge of the bushes, and the scout carrying a radio was observing the results of the artillery fire at close range.

He saw the Guards 1st Mechanized Infantry Tank Unit that had entered the starting position and was nervously waiting for the artillery fire preparation to end.

He saw——

Wang Zhong was switching the observation position at the speed of a professional StarCraft player, and suddenly heard someone next to him whisper: "What is the general doing?"

"I guess he is receiving instructions from Saint Andrew."

Wang Zhong was shocked. How could he have such an idea? I didn't pose anything particularly eye-catching, did I?

He quickly turned back to the warehouse view, and then glanced at his own pose from a 45-degree angle.

He found one thing, that is, when he posed, he couldn't understand what pose he was in without looking in the mirror.

Damn, if it was a little more distorted, it would be a JOJO stand, no wonder people around were talking about it.

Wang Zhong cut back, posed normally, and continued to cut the view.

As soon as he switched out, he heard someone gossiping: "Did he hear our discussion?"

"Probably, to cover up that he was communicating with the heavens."

Wang Zhong wanted to switch back to correct their statement, but then he thought that correcting them would only make things worse, so he might as well just forget it. Anyway, he had to stare at the bird's-eye view all day, so it would be nice to have an explanation.

So he completely ignored the discussions around him and concentrated on checking the vision of various units that he accidentally contacted to grasp the situation on the battlefield.

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At the same time, at the headquarters of the 190th Division of Plosson, the division commander personally held the radio and shouted: "Hello! Hello! I was bombarded! I was heavily bombarded! Damn it, how could the telephone line be bitten off by field mice at this time! Damn it! Hello! Hello! I was heavily bombarded!"

The division commander was howling, and the curtain of the tent was lifted. Two motorcycle messengers came in and shouted: "The defensive position on the western edge was heavily bombarded by the enemy! Not only the position was bombarded, but also the artillery shelter behind the position was bombarded. This kind of anti-artillery bunker on the soft mud can't withstand this kind of bombardment!"

Division commander: "Don't you find that we are being bombarded everywhere? Such fierce firepower, the artillery of the entire front is firing at us!"

This division commander had never seen simultaneous bombardment, so he naturally misjudged the scale of the bombardment.

Messenger: "General, we should request reinforcements from friendly troops."

The 190th Division and three other infantry divisions were preparing to support Yeisk, but Yeisk was lost all of a sudden. General Pok judged that the four divisions squeezed on the grassland without buildings would become live targets for the Ante people's firepower - that Rokosov was an expert in using artillery.

So General Pok deployed the four infantry divisions in a staircase, and once attacked, they would continue to send people from the back, carrying out the so-called "wave defense".

The commander of the 190th Division shouted to the messenger: "Now it's time to conduct a wave defense. Where are the follow-up troops?"

The messengers looked at each other, and the leading sergeant said: "General, we are just two messengers. We are here to report to you that our edge positions have been severely damaged."

Division Commander: "Now I order you to set off immediately and go to the army headquarters to tell them that we are being bombarded now!"

As soon as the voice fell, the communication staff next to him shouted: "It's connected! The radio is connected!"

The division commander immediately picked up the headset and microphone of the radio and shouted: "I am 190! I am 190! We are being bombarded!"

The response from the other side: "You speak louder! You speak louder!"

"I am 190, we are being attacked by the enemy!"

In fact, there was no attack, but in actual combat, commanders at all levels always exaggerate the attacks they have received in order to win more reinforcements from the superior headquarters. Even the rigorous Prosen people are not immune to this.

"Louder!" The other side still responded like this.

The division commander threw down his things and cursed.

The commander of the communications battalion immediately tried to smooth things over, saying, "Our antenna was blown off by the artillery, so it's normal that the communication is not good with only the antenna in the room."

Division Commander: "Send someone to check the line quickly and connect the telephone line!"

Battalion Commander: "Send someone when the enemy's shelling starts, because the shelling is very likely to blow off the telephone line!"

The division commander could only pace in the tent. After walking back and forth for two times, he suddenly found that the two messengers were still standing in the tent, so he roared, "Why don't you two leave? Go to the army headquarters!"

Messenger Sergeant: "We don't know where the army headquarters is."

The location of the army headquarters is naturally impossible for the messengers who stay at the front line to know, so it is understandable that the two stayed.

The division commander scolded without explanation: "What are you doing! Chief of Staff, tell them quickly!"

At this time, a shell landed outside the tent, and the shock wave of the explosion blew away the tent and the nails that fixed the tent.

The division commander was covered by the flying tent, and he tossed and cursed for a long time.

At this time, the chief of staff handed a piece of paper with the headquarters' location written on it to the messenger, signaling them to leave quickly.

The two men turned around and ran away on their tricycles.

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Admiral Polk learned from the 191st Division deployed behind the 190th Division that the 190th Division was being bombarded.

He clenched his fists: "Great! The enemy finally broke through the center. As long as we implement step defense, delay and consume the enemy-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the army chief of staff: "Our supply has been completely blocked by the enemy's cavalry. All the supply troops are now relying on the Type 2 tanks to retreat and defend. If this situation continues for a few days, the front-line troops will not even have food to eat!"

Admiral Poke said angrily: "I know! I know! But now Rokossov doesn't want to starve us to death, he plans to attack! That way we can defeat him! Rokossov also knows that the cavalry's self-sustaining power is only one week at most, and he must defeat us within a week! So he plans to defeat our 190th Division first, and then gradually penetrate our defense and arrive here, here, understand!"

Admiral Poke pointed to the ground with his finger.

"Here! This guy must want to capture me alive, just like capturing other generals alive! This is his way to show his strength!"

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190th Division, the division tent overturned by the shock wave of the artillery explosion.

As soon as the shelling stopped, the division commander tried to restore contact with all units of the division.

The radio antenna was re-erected, and the messengers who were still alive were found and stuffed with the surviving motorcycles, war horses or bicycles.

When the division commander was shouting and yelling, suddenly the communicator shouted: "Division commander, the northern position has been connected."

The division commander rushed over and picked up the headset microphone: "Hello! Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you! Report to the division commander, the enemy armored forces are passing through my position, the enemy armored forces are passing through my position!"

Division commander: "Where are your anti-tank guns?"

"It was blown up!"

Division commander: "I will transfer the assault gun battalion!"

After that, he handed the headset and microphone to the communicator and shouted: "Call the assault gun battalion, they are needed to stop the enemy's tank troops!"

At this time, another communicator shouted: "The southern position has been connected, the enemy is flanking! It's a pincer attack! We are going to be surrounded!"