Arc of Gunfire

On the morning of August 28, Wang Zhong got up early.

After washing up, he stuffed something into his stomach and went straight to the headquarters.

As soon as he arrived at the headquarters, he saw Pavlov reading telegrams leisurely inside.

Wang Zhong: "How's it going? Is it a telegram from the front line?"

Pavlov took out his pocket watch and looked at it and said: "Be patient, the paratroopers have just landed, and the naval infantry should have just boarded the landing craft.

"This is the enemy situation report sent by the headquarters last night. Judging from today's situation, the enemy is indeed focusing on attacking the southern front as you and General Gorky predicted. Although the northern and central lines have launched attacks, they have all adjusted their fronts. "Small-scale offensive."

Wang Zhong: “They did this because, compared to the northern front, which is full of dense forests and swamps and has to endure cold winters, and the central part, which is full of cities, the southern front, which has vast grasslands, is more suitable for armored divisions.

"And the southern route happens to have the oil that they particularly crave."

Pavlov glanced at Wang Zhong: "Oil, yes, oil. In fact, I have been wondering that in the past, Prossen and the United Kingdom had a falling out, but we and the United States still sold oil to them, so his war machine It operated for three years until the Carolingians were completely wiped out.

"After the war with us, they can still buy oil from the United States, but... where will they buy oil now? Since the Fuso Empire sneak attack on the United States last year, Prosen should not be able to buy oil. They have to rely on themselves. Is the oil produced enough to sustain the war machine for so long?”

The Prosen in this time and space is the so-called great German, and it swallowed up Romania, so it has its own oil. But that little oil production is indeed not enough to supply the much larger Prossen army.

Not to mention anything else, the size of Proson's navy is much larger than that of Earth's Santoku, and it requires more oil. After all, warships need to burn oil like crazy as soon as they leave port.

Of course, Wang Zhong also knew what was going on. Back on Earth, Santoku still had oil supplies after the oil fields in Romania were blown to pieces, all thanks to the advanced synthetic oil industry.

Jude here emphasizes building a country through science and technology. It is estimated that the synthetic oil industry will become more mature and larger in scale.

I just don't know if there are any "anti-German righteous" people here who have discovered Prosen's synthetic oil factory and let the Allies blow it up.

Wang Zhong saw Pavlov's puzzled look on his face, and after careful consideration he spoke: "Maybe it's using synthetic oil."

The chief of staff was shocked: "Can that thing be synthesized?"

"Of course. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and I have long noticed relevant papers, and many of them were published in Prosen's academic journals."

In fact, there is no such thing at all, but the crown prince has passed away, and he should not mind having a little more aura around him.

Chief of Staff: "Have synthetic oils matured enough to supply such a large army?"

"It's not all synthetic oil, there's also oil produced by their own oil wells. When we advance to the border, we can let the Allied forces start from our airport to bomb those oil fields and oil refining facilities." Wang Zhong said confidently Said, "Next year, or the year after tomorrow at the latest."

At this time, the communications staff came in with a telegram: "Report! Received a telegram from the United Kingdom paratroopers! The attack was successful and the airport has been controlled."

Wang Zhong looked at the time: "It's later than expected. Did they say what happened?"

"Yes, the telegram said that they encountered the fully formed Prosen army, with at least two companies!"

Wang Zhong sat up straight: "What the hell? Are there Prosen troops? Damn it, I have to sit up and fight them."

Pavlov was amused: "You were sitting just now, you were just a little hunched over."

Yakov: "Is this some slang?"

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry, I like to tease you like this sometimes."

Yakov looked at the big and round Pavlov and his bald head, and asked doubtfully: "With the Chief of Staff?"

Wang Zhong: "It's normal for friends to tease each other, but teasing is not limited to women, my dear Yakov."

After speaking, without waiting for Yakov to answer, Wang Zhong asked the communications staff officer: "Did you say anything else?"

"No more. All we know so far is that everything is going well. The first batch of transport planes will land at the airport soon. Everything is going according to plan. There is only a delay of about half an hour."

Pavlov: "The redundancy I gave in my plan this time is twelve hours, which is enough."

Wang Zhong nodded, and suddenly noticed that there was a person missing, so he asked: "Where is Popov? Before I went to bed, I remembered that he said he would work the night shift. Where is the person?"

Pavlov: "Yesterday I saw that he was suffering from vomiting, so I made him drunk with vodka. Now he is sleeping in bed. Don't worry, I asked his orderly to pay special attention to not letting the vomit in his stomach get clogged. Hold the trachea.”

"That's it."

Pavlov: "It was written in his file that he would get seasick, but I didn't expect him to get so sick."

Wang Zhong: "I didn't expect it either."

Wang Zhong was not sick at all in 3D before time travel, nor was he sick in motion or seasickness. It seems that his brain is relatively resistant to these.

I remember that when I took a boat to go somewhere from my hometown, I had to walk on the sea for almost three days. When I was crossing the strait, I encountered a strong storm. Everyone on the boat was vomiting and having diarrhea. Only Wang Zhong was so hungry that he couldn't touch it. Eat in the ship's galley.

At that time, the whole family thought that Wang Zhong would be a pilot in the future. However, during the college entrance examination, Wang Zhong failed in his vision and lost the opportunity to become a pilot.

Later, Wang Zhong became obsessed with the air combat of War Thunder and the simulated air combat of DCS. This is probably the reason.

Thinking of this past event, Wang Zhong subconsciously touched his eyes. He was not myopic at all in this world, which made up for his small regret. When the war is over, I must get my pilot's license and fly my own plane.

Anyway, I'm not black, and I don't wear jersey No. 24, so there should be no problem!

Just as he was thinking about it, Pavlov suddenly pouted behind Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong turned around and saw Amelia yawning as she entered the door.

The witch of the United Kingdom wore a tube skirt today, with two bare legs exposed underneath.

Judging from her leg shape, she is really suitable for wearing black stockings, but it is a pity that stockings as thin as later generations have not been invented in this era.

Emilia noticed Wang Zhong's gaze, lowered her head and glanced at her legs. After confirming that there was nothing strange, she teased: "I heard that you are already married. It's not good to look at the legs of a single woman so unscrupulously." ?”

Wang Zhong was shocked: "Are you still single?"

"That's not the problem! No, I'm not single and I shouldn't be watching. Where's the gentlemanly behavior?"

Wang Zhong: "Maybe our two countries have different understandings of gentlemanly behavior. But, Miss Amelia, why are you on my ship?"

Emilia: "I am the seaplane pilot on your ship. If the enemy air force comes to attack, I can fly the seaplane to attack."

Wang Zhong: "Well...the performance of seaplanes is a bit different from that of contemporary mainstream fighter jets, isn't it?"

The seaplane must either have pontoons or the aircraft itself must be turned into a boat. In short, it is not conducive to improving flight performance.

It is basically a fantasy to use a small single-engine seaplane to defeat ordinary single-engine fighter jets taking off from land.

Therefore, seaplanes are developing in the direction of large-scale, equipped with a large amount of self-defense firepower to deal with attacking enemy aircraft.

But such a large seaplane cannot be mounted on a ship and take off using a catapult.

Emilia looked at Wang Zhong curiously: "I've heard rumors that you also have a lot of research on flying?"

Wang Zhong was thinking nonsense, do you know what "War Thunder" aerial combat Brahman is? But he said very humbly on the surface: "I only know a little bit, mainly because my last adjutant Vasily taught me."

Emilia's expression darkened slightly: "He died, right? My condolences."

"No, no, no, don't kill my musician. He went to study in order to be promoted to a school officer. Before, he was just a student at an ordinary infantry school, and he was trained to become a platoon leader in an infantry company."

Emilia: "You... brought an adjutant who is only at the level of an infantry platoon leader? I thought that generals and adjutants of your level were the first in the staff profession."

Yakov raised his head high and turned his nostrils to the sky.

Wang Zhong: "Vasili is very powerful. He received the Ant Hero Gold Star Medal for his excellent job of bullying the enemy. And he is also an excellent musician. He helped me complete "Holy War" and "I Still Have "The Last Grenade" - no, "The Last Courage".

Pavlov laughed: "You can hardly remember the name of this song!"

Wang Zhong ignored Pavlov: "Anyway, he is outstanding."

Emilia: "Can you still fly a plane?"

"Uh... yes, I can also fly a plane!" Wang Zhong also took the risk. Anyway, Vasily is not here, so he can arrange it by himself.

"Hey, is it true?" Amelia stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds and said, "Wait for me a moment."

She turned around and walked away quickly, making a clicking sound like Nellie's.

Pavlov: "You guy, how come you have such good luck coming one after another?"

Wang Zhong thought it might be because I was single before time travel, and now he was adding to me - of course, it might also be because Rokosov was really handsome.

While the two were talking, Emilia came back with a big box.

She put the box on the table in front of Wang Zhong and smiled: "General, I think you are quite bored waiting for news from the front. How about we exchange our understanding of air combat?"

After speaking, Amelia opened the box, took out two model airplanes, and handed the one with the yellow nose to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong hadn't flown a plane in such a long time, and he was a little itchy, so he stood up and took the plane from the yellow nose: "Okay, so what are the rules? Do we fly face to face? Or... I let you fly one thousand meters high?"

Emilia narrowed her eyes: "You are very confident! In that case, let's do as you say."