Arc of Gunfire

The commander of the 190th Infantry Division of Prosen was brought to the headquarters of the First Mobile Army at 8pm on the 18th.

The major general glanced at the sunlight coming in from the second-floor window of the warehouse: "It's actually in the warehouse. The Air Force's intelligence was indeed wrong."

Wang Zhong looked at Vasily: "What did he say?"

"He said that the Air Force had indeed made a mistake about the location of our headquarters."

Wang Zhong: "Does he actually think that the Air Force can win if it provides correct intelligence? Come on, the main reason for this situation is that their forward Said Division was unexpectedly defeated by our fog assault. This caused him to The division was placed at the front of the entire formation.

"Instead of putting armored units and panzergrenadiers on the front lines to consolidate the defense, their superiors went for a pincer offensive.

"Forget about going on the offensive, there has been no quick and decisive action to keep the armored units in place - although I think they may be waiting for supplies."

Pavlov: "Just waiting for supplies, they must have underestimated the harsh environment of the grassland."

Popov added: "The testimonies of the prisoners also prove this."

Vasily translated each sentence. Unexpectedly, Prosen's Major General's expression did not change much.

Major General: "We just didn't expect you to use cavalry! Moreover, Admiral Poker misjudged your target. He thought you would break through the center and use the method of driving straight into Huanglong to deal with the pincer offensive, just like in the picture That’s what the emperor did during the drill.”

Wang Zhong's brows were twisted into knots, and the center broke through to deal with the pincer offensive? Will Asti fight in Legend of the Galactic Heroes? Is it really possible to implement such retro tactics on the modern battlefield? Are you General Prossen teasing the Emperor?

Such a huge amount of complaints flashed through Wang Zhong's mind in an instant, and then he said: "It means that your emperor is nothing more than this. When Prosonia is conquered, I will kill him personally, just use This gun."

As he spoke, he put his hand on the holster of his pistol and stroked the pistol that had already killed two generals. If he killed another emperor, this gun would really become a holy relic.

Vasily translated Wang Zhong's "wild words" just now, and everyone enjoyed the wonderful changes in Major General Proson's expression.

He shouted: "Presumptuous! Delusional! The exchange ratio between you and us is still so bad. It is a fool's errand to fight to Prosonia! You can't even get back the Agsukov that was lost last year!"

Wang Zhong sneered: "Let's wait and see. According to my estimate, we will take Prosonia in four years, at most four years, and we will do it before all the allies! Come on, take him down, Let the judges entertain him well.

"Remember, if he lives, he can see me stepping on Prosonia one day - well, are there any famous buildings in this city that can be stepped on?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Wang Zhong originally wanted to talk about the Brandenburg Gate, but firstly, it was a gate more than ten meters high and it was unlikely to be stepped on by one person. Secondly, he didn't know if there was a Brandenburg Gate in this world.

Vasily thought for a long time and replied: "It seems that there is nothing that can be stepped on. How about stepping on their flag? That's how I translate."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, just translate it like this!"

Vasily immediately executed the order, and when he reached the last word, the Prosin suddenly stood up from his chair and was about to pounce on Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong instinctively retreated and looked at Gregory——

The sergeant major put down his cigarette and raised the submachine gun on his waist——

And then it all ended with a punch from Pavlov.

The chief of staff looked at Major General Proson who fell to the ground, took out a handkerchief and wiped the enemy's nosebleed from his fist: "Why are you trying to be a hero now? Why didn't you resist until the end when facing the guns of Melania's People's Army?"

Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Gregory, and found that he had put down his gun and was picking up cigarettes on the ground - right? Do you still want to continue smoking those cigarettes?

Vasily scratched his head: "Do you want to translate what the Chief of Staff just said?"

Wang Zhong: "Translate, let me add another sentence. There is an old saying in Celis, a defeated general cannot be brave, let him do what he wants."

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At the same time that this episode occurred at the headquarters of the First Mobile Army, General Bok was anxiously waiting for news from the front line in the headquarters of the Tenth Army of Prossen.

"A division! It can't be disintegrated so quickly, right?" He murmured to himself while pacing.

Chief of Staff of the Group Army: "We were slow at one step and step at a time. We were not prepared in time for the pincer offensive and were caught off guard. Then we misjudged the enemy's intentions..."

Admiral Poker interrupted the Chief of Staff: "It is too early to make a summary now. Moreover, we were blinded by Rokosov's name and thought he was going to win a beautiful and luxurious victory, but in fact he Just want to take a small bite of us, just a small bite!”

Admiral Poker walked around the headquarters again before continuing: "I should have seen it earlier! He didn't even think about winning a big wave at once this time, because he knew that the supply situation in the grassland was very bad. If they hadn't put in the cavalry, they would be in the same situation as us."

In fact, no, because the First Mobile Army is the richest group in the whole of Ante, and the trucks assisted by the United States are enough.

Admiral Poker: "With limited supplies, Rokossov chose the most suitable tactic. He may not be the best commander, but he is definitely the most suitable for Ant, the most suitable."

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At the same time, the 190th Division's original position.

Because the positions set up by the 190th Division on the grassland were all made of mud, they could not withstand the fierce firepower of the First Mobile Army.

There were basically no bunkers that remained in their original form on the entire battlefield. Even the sandbags filled with mud were blown up by the artillery, and all the mud flowed out.

Private Potossky of the First Division of the Melania People's Army was cleaning the battlefield.

Suddenly, he heard someone sneeze under the destroyed No. 3 assault gun.

Potossky immediately became alert and turned on the safety of the thread cutting machine in his hand.

He came to the front of the assault gun, slowly bent down, and looked under the car.

A young private Plossen was lying under the car, covering his mouth with horror.

Potossky shouted: "Come out! You damn Plossen running dog! Come out!"

The Plossen recruit shrank his neck, began to shout something loudly, and climbed out from under the car quickly, raising his hands high.

Potossky saw the Proson man with his hands raised high, and he went up and hit him in the stomach with the butt of his gun.

The Proson soldier knelt on the ground with his hands on his stomach, groaning in pain.

Potossky pulled the chamber of the gun to make sure there was a bullet in it, and then aimed it at the Proson man: "Damn it, I learned a little Proson language just for this moment. Listen carefully!"

Potossky took a deep breath.

"This is for my sister!" (Proson language)

With a roar, Potossky opened fire, only one round, and the bullet hit the Proson man's arm.

The powerful ammunition of the thread cutter immediately shattered the Proson man's bones, causing his left arm to droop.

"This is for my sister!" (Proson language)

Another hand of the prisoner was broken.

The Proson man wailed.

At this time, the bishop of the army rushed up and raised Potossky's gun.

"Enough! He surrendered! According to General Rokossov's military order, killing prisoners is a death sentence!"

Potowski laughed: "I am a Melania, I don't understand Ante or Proson. I didn't know he surrendered."

The bishop stared at Potowski: "You don't understand, right? Okay, I won't sentence you to death. But you can't escape 40 lashes."

Potowski: "Okay! I can endure 100 lashes if I can kill the damn Proson people!"

The bishop stared at him for a few seconds, waved his hand: "Take him away, and execute him tomorrow."