Arc of Gunfire

At noon on July 28, 915, it had been almost six hours since the retreat of the First Mobile Army began.

Wang Zhong was still in the headquarters in the warehouse, watching the staff burning documents they were not planning to take away.

Because he was not sure whether the enemy would be fooled, Wang Zhong chose to stay and lead the troops, while Popov went to the local church to supervise the retreat of the locals.

If all the locals are removed, the enemy will not be able to hire civilians when they get here, and the overall advancement speed will be slower, so Popov's work is also very important.

As for Pavlov, he is currently instructing the staff to burn things. When the burning is completed, he will take the staff clerks of the group army headquarters to set off at night.

Wang Zhong put his hands on his hips and felt bored after watching for a long time. He turned around and asked Vasily: "Can you bully the enemy?"

Vasily blinked: "What? You have prepared your rearguard. If not, you can still block it, right?"

Wang Zhong scratched his cheek: "That's what I say, but the casualties are huge. As you know, our group army has many veterans and high school students. It's really heartbreaking to lose. Especially when there are so many I want everywhere. I hope the high school students who come here will survive as much as possible and become the backbone of the army in the future!”

Vasily looked at Wang Zhong's profile and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you how I arranged it. You'll know after listening!"

So Vasily began to talk about what he had arranged.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Zhong scolded: "You arranged it very well, but you can let me know, why do you have to create a set to deal with my review?"

Vasily: "I'm not sure whether you would agree to burn the fake attack plan. It's a bit too risky. Wouldn't it be bad if Prosin's intelligence personnel are not so rich in association skills?"

Wang Zhong blinked: "Indeed, they are really rigid when it comes to rigidity. I have already seen this."

Vasily: "So you see, you were right to prepare your rearguard!"

Just as Wang Zhong was about to reply, Nellie came over with a tray: "You guys can eat some. The cooking team has withdrawn, and there will be no hot food later."

Wang Zhong sniffed: "Walnut jam?"

"Yes, the locals took out all the good things they had hidden and didn't want to leave them to the Proscenians, so the meal this morning was particularly rich." Nellie said.

Wang Zhong picked up the bread, broke it in half, stuffed half of it to Vasily, and poured the other side into the walnut sauce and stirred it. When he pulled it out, the bread had absorbed the walnut sauce, and the sauce dripped thinly on the tray. .

He bit into it happily, and the mellow aroma of walnut butter spread in his mouth.

It would be better if the bread didn't taste like hard wood.

Hey, I couldn’t imagine how delicious this walnut sauce would be when used to dip fried dough sticks. It’s such a pity.

Wang Zhong gnawed on the bread, pinched a piece of pickled cucumber and threw it into his mouth. At this moment, he really felt that he was already an idiot - no, he was an Ant.

When he thought like this, he felt the weight of the clay iron box containing Kezalia on his waist very clearly.

This time they retreated even further from the black land of Khazalia.

Although Wang Zhong knew that he would fight back in the future, he still felt melancholy.

When you return to Kozalia, you must visit the graves of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and his father, and bring the best wine with you. Unfortunately, it is not yet known where the Plosans buried them.

When Khazalia is recovered, many Prosen prisoners will definitely be captured, and they will be interrogated harshly.

Wang Zhong thought about this silently, and actually made all the parts of the bread that were not dipped in sauce.

Nellie raised the milk glass: "Drink some milk. Eating dry bread like this is not good for your stomach."

Wang Zhong finally got rid of his thoughts, took the milk and drank it all in one breath.

At this moment, Brother Peter dodged two groups of staff moving things and squeezed into the warehouse.

When he saw Wang Zhong, he shouted from a distance: "General! Reconnaissance plane! The reconnaissance plane is coming!"

Wang Zhong: "I know! Don't worry, we are not afraid of reconnaissance planes this time!"

After shouting, he added in a low voice: "If the enemy takes the bait."

Vasily said while eating: "I think you will take the bait. If you don't take the bait, they will already be preparing for artillery fire on our position."

Brother Peter shouted again: "Then I will retreat! Damn it, when will I stop retreating!"

The moment he said these words, Wang Zhong felt that many people in the room raised their heads.

Yes, when can we not retreat?

Everyone wants to know this question.

So Wang Zhong shouted with all his strength: "At the end of this year! I promise everyone that we will start to fight back at the end of this year! After the end of this year, we will not retreat again!"

Brother Peter heard this, stood there and stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds, then raised his hand high and gave a thumbs up: "St. Andrew bless you, general!"

After saying that, the monk turned around and swaggered out of the warehouse with the people moving the things.

Vasily: "Is it really possible not to retreat at the end of the year?"

Wang Zhong: "You can, trust me."

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Prosen reconnaissance aircraft No. 510.

The observer shouted: "The Ants are retreating on the ground! It's the same as the intelligence we got! Damn it, it looks like they are really retreating!"

Because it's true.

The captain's voice came from the internal line: "The enemy didn't burn the tires to create black smoke. How could they do this if they really retreated?"

"That's right, cunning Rokosov." The observer agreed, "I think we can send a report to the headquarters to confirm. The Ant people are really bullying the enemy, and the attack should start soon!"

Telegraph operator: "Did I send a message?"

"Send the report!" said the captain, "Let Rokosov look good this time!"

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Schulz was personally inspecting the fortifications at this time.

"This tank bunker is well dug, but when the tank moves in, the shooting range will be blocked by grass." Schulz looked at the prairie to the east, "We have to burn all the grass. Organize people to open fire breaks and wait until the wind direction is suitable. Fire it up! It’s useless to save so much fuel if we don’t attack anyway.”

"Yes, General!" the commander of the Panzergrenadier Regiment replied immediately.

Schultz continued along the defensive line.

The Panzergrenadiers all took off their shirts and were wielding engineering shovels enthusiastically, digging tank bunkers, digging foxholes, and filling woven bags with soil to make sandbags.

Schultz said as he walked: "Work harder! Let Rokossov get a bloody blow! Let him know that we Proscenians are good at defense! Let him see what an imperial iron wall is!"

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Within the Prosen Empire, the Eagle's Nest.

Giles looked at the newly updated map: "I feel something is wrong, Your Majesty. The enemy's flanks collapsed too quickly, and it doesn't look like they have increased their troops. If Rokossov wants to attack, he will definitely have to increase his troops to block our attack." Right hook."

The emperor also crossed his hands on his chest: "It's indeed a bit strange... but is everything sent below a subtle scam? After analyzing the corpse, we gave Rokossov's cronies a grand burial!"

Giles: "Last year, Rokossov claimed to have planted many booby traps in the village of Khazalia. Our logistics personnel stationed in this village are still on tenterhooks.

"This man is very good at deception."

Emperor: "If there were only the documents on that confidant, I might be suspicious. But the Krat Bureau also mentioned Rokosov's possible attack."

Giles: "The Krat Bureau also provided information that could lead to Rokosov not to attack."

"Of course, contradictory intelligence is common, and we need to make a judgment at this time." The emperor looked at the map, "Rokosov's goal is to contain us and cover the retreat of the Bolsk Front to Raoul Mountain. This goal has not been achieved, at least not completely. The enemy's heavy troops in Borsk are still sixty kilometers away from the Raoul Pass. No, he will not retreat."

Giles: "But... now our army group on the southern front does not have the power to completely eliminate these troops. Because the supply line is too long, and it is still a grassland with poor infrastructure.

"The grasslands in South Ant are different from the grasslands in Kesalia. There are villages everywhere in Kesalia, and the infrastructure is worse than in our country, but it is much better than that in South Ant. Kesalia can also hire more local laborers. …And in Nanant, the enemy can evacuate all the residents together!”

The emperor was speechless. After walking back and forth in the map room several times, he said: "Let the air force work hard, maybe we can kill the defeated soldiers who retreated to the mountain pass. Even if we can't kill them, it's okay. They are all mountainous areas and there are no resources. There isn't much industry, and even less oil.

"Our main goal is to go east and hit Abavahan! For this we must block Rokossov's counterattack!"

Giles nodded solemnly.

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After that, a few days passed.

Rokosov did not attack at all.

July 31, Yeisk.

Schultz entered a private house, went straight to the kitchen, and opened the lid of the stove.

Inside was firewood that had not yet been extinguished.

At this time, the messenger entered the room and reported loudly: "General, all the houses have been checked, and there are fires in the stoves. It is obvious that the enemy just left not long ago! We also found traces of feeding horses in the stables. We speculate that it is the enemy. Left behind by the cavalry!"

Schultz took a deep breath: "Rokossov left the cavalry behind, burning stoves and making smoke to deceive us every day! Damn it, I want to go out of the city to see what's going on with the tanks outside!"

Twenty minutes later, Schultz broke off a piece of mud from the "tank", and then the gray paint of the Prosen tank was revealed underneath.

"What the hell?" he cursed, suddenly became hysterical, grabbed the guard's rifle, and smashed the surface of the tank with the butt of the gun.

Because of the hot weather and lack of water, the mud dried up and became so brittle that it completely collapsed when hit.

Then Prosen's black cross and tactical number were revealed.

This is a destroyed Prosen tank.

"Rokossov, ah, ah, ah!" Schultz shouted to the sky, "One day I will kill you!"