Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong immediately thought of what to do.

He said: "We have many tractors to drag all the tanks and wreckage lying around, paint them in our colors, and then get some cloth to cover them!"

Pavlov: "Can you use the wreckage to disguise the tank... Yes, but you have to collect paint from Yeisk..."

Popov: "I'll make the arrangements, and leave everything to me as well."

Wang Zhong nodded and turned to Vasily: "Musician!"

Vasily frowned: "Every time you call me a musician, there will be no good thing!"

Wang Zhong: "This is a good thing. You are responsible for making every fake tank look like the real thing. Use your musician's imagination!"

Vasily: "What does a musician have to do with this?"

Wang Zhong: "Then use the wisdom you have condensed from picking dung!"

Vasily's expression was as if he had just entered a toilet that had not been filled with feces for many years. It was so disgusting that no words were needed.

Suddenly, his brows widened: "Eh? We can use mud to paste it on the tank. The soil from the surrounding grasslands is not good for building a bunker, but it is good for using it to paste the tank! Get some water, wet the mud, and paste it on the tank. When the sun shines tomorrow morning——"

Vasily opened his hands as if a musician had just conducted a great performance and was receiving cheers from the audience.

Wang Zhong patted him on the shoulder: "Look, I knew you could do it! Act quickly. There should be newly hired war orphans among the hired workers. Take the children with you! Tell them this is a very important task! "

Vasily asked doubtfully: "Why bring these children?"

Wang Zhong's expression softened: "Maybe I'm being sentimental, but... I think they should be allowed to do something more in keeping with their childhood."

After he finished speaking, the whole headquarters fell silent - not completely silent, there was still a ticking sound on the telegraph side.

But the ticking sound only accentuated the quietness of the map area.

Popov suddenly came up and gave Wang Zhong a shoulder: "You are definitely a candidate to be a military bishop!"

Vasily touched his nose: "General, can you still think about the children at this time? Okay, I will take the children with me."

At this time, Nellie suddenly said: "Just let the hired workers do your work. I will take care of the children. I am a professional."

Wang Zhong glanced at Neli: "Okay, prepare to come back before midnight snack - no, the children must be sleeping in the middle of the night, go and prepare midnight snack for me first."

As soon as the words were spoken, the girls from the cooking team pushed the cart into the warehouse: "The midnight snack is here!"

Wang Zhong: "Okay, keep working hard after eating, we still have many, many things to do!"

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On the Ploson Army side, Admiral Poker was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

When he sat up and reached out to touch the receiver, he found several bags on his hand - the work of mosquitoes.

He cursed a few times and picked up the receiver: "I'm Admiral Pork, what's going on?"

"The enemy is shelling our position."

Admiral Pork looked at the time: "Now?"

Suddenly, something stirred behind him: "Wait a minute, when the enemy took advantage of the heavy fog to attack Seide's division, did they also shell at this time?"

The chief of staff on the other end of the phone was obviously asking other staff officers. After a few seconds, he reported: "Yes, the time is exactly the same."

Admiral Poker: "I'll be at the headquarters right away. Also, send someone over to repair the mosquito repellent device in my tent!"

He hung up the phone and started getting dressed.

A few minutes later, the neatly dressed General Poker rushed into the army headquarters tent: "Weather report!"

The air force colonel liaison officer immediately came over with the weather report: "This is the forecast for the next 24 hours and 48 hours!"

Admiral Poker grabbed the report and glanced at it: "Sunny day? There may be fog in the early morning? What is the chance of fog?"

Air Force Colonel: "Actually, there has been fog every morning these past few days, but it dissipates quickly. It should be the same tomorrow. The weather forecast may be just to be precise."

"Righteous?" Admiral Poker was stunned and repeated, "Righteous! It would be great if you could be more rigorous when dropping supplies! So many supplies were not dropped at all, or they exploded when dropped! Exploded! We are too late If we can't attack, your air force will bear at least 60% of the responsibility!"

The colonel dared not speak.

General Poker turned to the Chief of Staff: "Inform the 113th Division, which is being bombarded, that the enemy will attack tomorrow during the fog, so that they can prepare. Once the bombardment is over, the combat engineers will enter the position in a cloaked state. It must be heavy fog. Let the Anters experience the power of elite combat engineers in close combat!"

The chief of staff nodded and suggested: "You can let the combat engineers carry maces."

Proson's combat engineers are equipped with maces, mainly for close combat in smoke. After all, if you fire casually in smoke, you may hit your own people, but maces are different.

However, there are basically no actual combat cases of this equipment, because the generally artificially released smoke does not last long, and the envisioned hand-to-hand combat in the fog that lasts for several hours will basically not occur, so the general combat engineering troops will not carry this heavy-duty thing.

And if the Ant people really launch a fog assault like they did when they defeated Seder's division, the mace will come in handy.

Admiral Pork thought for a moment and then agreed: "Okay, that's the order."

While the staff began to convey orders, Admiral Poker came to the map: "Does this Rokossov want to eat us bit by bit like slicing sausages? He is quite patient."

At this time, Admiral Poker's adjutant entered the tent, came to the Admiral's side, and whispered: "Your mosquito repellent device is not broken."

The admiral immediately raised his hand and pointed at the reddened bag on his hand: "Then how do you explain this?"

Adjutant: "Because there are too many mosquitoes."

The Chief of Staff also reported: “Sickness in the troops is becoming more and more common now. It may be the same as during the Carolingian Campaign, and it may be caused by the evil spells of witches.”

Admiral Poker: "Do we still have enough quinine and penicillin?"

"It's enough. But it's being consumed at an alarming rate," the chief of staff said.

Admiral Poker sighed: "We can only suffer the soldiers. The excellent Prossenians will not be afraid of this difficulty!"

The chief of staff nodded: "This is what we are promoting now."

Admiral Pork walked back and forth in the tent twice, and suddenly cursed: "That's the damn Rokossov! We could have entered the city! Now we have to feed mosquitoes on the grassland! Damn it!"

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Three hours later, Admiral Poker sat in a chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his Jingming point vigorously, as if this could relieve his fatigue.

Suddenly, a staff officer shouted: "It's foggy!"

Admiral Pork suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. As a result, he felt dizzy due to the violent movement, and almost sat back down in his chair.

The adjutant and the chief of staff reached out at the same time to support him.

After Admiral Pork stood firm, he said "thank you", pushed the two of them aside and strode out of the tent, looking at the heavy fog in the sky.

The fog was so thick that General Poker couldn't even see the guards at the headquarters - the sentry post was obviously not far from the headquarters tent.

"Damn it!" the admiral cursed, "This is an evil method! Report to the Imperial Academy of Sciences! The enemy has used an evil method that can control the weather!"

Suddenly, Admiral Poker heard a scream and the sound of gunshots.

The staff immediately drew their guns and blocked the general behind them.

The adjutant drew his gun and rushed into the thick fog. He could be heard shouting in the fog: "What's going on? Who's shooting?"

After a while, the adjutant and a guard came to Admiral Poker and his staff carrying a frightened soldier.

Adjutant: "This man claimed to have seen the little mist demon!"

Admiral Pork: "What the hell is that?"

Chief of Staff: "The Seder Division's report mentioned that it seems to be the superstition of the Styria region and Melania."

The frightened soldier shouted: "I saw it! The little fog demon is snickering in the thick fog! Our family lives in the mountains of Styria. Whenever the fog fills the air, every house will close the door and place sacrifices at the door. . The little fog monster will eat the children who disobey and enter the fog!"

Admiral Poker waved his hand impatiently: "This is just a folk tale to tell you not to go out on foggy days. Take it down and hand it over to a psychiatrist!"

The adjutant let go of the soldier's shoulders, and a guard immediately stepped forward to take over. Then he carried the frightened soldier into the fog.

The soldier was screaming: "Don't go into the fog! Don't!"

Admiral Pork scolded: "Notify the whole army, if any soldiers from Styria speak of little fog monsters, we will arrest them all and send them to see a psychiatrist!"

"yes!"

The general turned around and got into the tent, and at the same time ordered: "Contact the 113th Infantry Division and ask about their situation!"

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At the same time, the mixed infantry group of the First Mobile Army was advancing in dense fog.

The infantry of the 1st Guards are on the far left, the infantry of the 225th Division are on the far right, and the middle is handed over to the 1st Division of the Melania People's Army.

In order to gather the infantry belonging to different divisions into an offensive group, the staff of the army headquarters did not know how many hairs were lost.

Filipov led his platoon and said as he walked: "Same as last time, don't worry! There are no buildings this time. The Plosans will definitely not be able to stand it. We have always been strong in hand-to-hand combat!"

Suddenly, there was the sound of machine gunfire from the front, and then bullets whizzed past everyone's heads.

Filipov: "You see, their machine guns are aimed at our back, and the firepower of the machine guns is too sparse, and there is no way to organize fire interception like General Rokossov did.

"It shows that the artillerymen did a good job before! Speed ​​up the pace!"

Everyone immediately increased their forward speed.

Filipov thought to himself that the Prosin machine gun position would not be placed directly at the front of the position. There must be an infantry defense line in front of the machine gun.

In other words, we are about to meet the enemy.

He had the thread cutter up and ready to fire.

Suddenly, a huge figure appeared in the smoke ahead!

Filipov fired!

Then he heard the sound of scales hitting the iron plate.

After a clanging sound, the figure suddenly fell down!

Filipov took two steps forward and found that it was a combat engineer wearing a breastplate!

The breastplate was full of cracks caused by bullets from the thread-cutting machine, and blood kept pouring out of the gaps on the sides of the breastplate.

This combat engineer actually carries a mace!

More figures appear in the fog ahead!

Filipov: "Fire! The enemy only has cold weapons, fire!"

The sound of tinkling sounds immediately became loud.