Arc of Gunfire

When Wang Zhong emerged from the tunnel, the first umbrella flower had just bloomed in the sky.

"Looks like this shot was a little more accurate?" he asked Pavlov.

In fact, after he switched the bird's-eye view, he could immediately see that most of the airdropped supplies had floated outside the encirclement and landed in the Ant Army-controlled area.

But you still have to pretend.

Pavlov: "I don't know. Anyway, the parachute drifted to us at least 500 meters away...500 meters, right?"

He turned to ask his staff: "How far away is the enemy from us now?"

"The enemy troops stationed in the auditorium surrendered to us last night." The staff officer replied, "The nearest enemy stronghold is currently 950 meters away."

Pavlov: "Well, the Great Hall finally surrendered. I thought the enemy there would finally surrender."

General Frederick - General personally went to the auditorium to inspect, saw and took photos of the captured red flags.

This distance has reached Wang Zhong's lighting distance, so he can see clearly. However, he is worried that if the general is killed, the enemy will run away.

After all, making false flags and so on was all to keep the enemy's Sixth Army behind, so Wang Zhong strictly ordered all units not to fire casually and not to blow up the general.

Now that the Sixth Army was surrounded, as long as Frederick dared to appear in Wang Zhong's highlighted area, he would either be captured or die. In any case, it would damage the morale of the enemy troops in the encirclement.

It is a pity that General Frederick never entered the city of Abawahan again.

At this time, a parachute floated directly to the top of the tunnel exit, causing a large piece of ice and snow to slide down and hit the ground.

The guards around Wang Zhong immediately became nervous and surrounded him tightly.

"It's just snow sliding down." Wang Zhong said.

After all, he has Gao Liang and knows that there are no hostile people around him.

The guard said with a sullen face: "We can't afford to take this risk!"

Pavlov directed the soldiers guarding the gate: "Drive the tank over and step up, go up and see what is so big. It doesn't look like ammunition, because there is no buffer device."

Wang Zhong: "Does the enemy always use cushioning pads for air-dropped ammunition?"

"Yes, there must be a cushion, but even so there are still accidents after the ammunition hits the ground. In addition, their artillery shells and fuzes are air-dropped separately, and the fuzes may be too light, and they all float to our position, but the artillery shells are Only half fell on our ground."

After Pavlov finished speaking, Wang Zhong frowned: "Would that allow the Plosen people in the encirclement to master too much gunpowder and create a large amount of earthen explosives, causing us trouble?"

"Don't worry," Pavlov spread his hands. "The food is also very light, so most of it was blown to our heads by the north wind, or flew over us and fell into the sea."

Most parts of the inland sea do not freeze in winter, so all this food drifts into the sea to feed the fish.

Wang Zhong: "No wonder the fish catch in the inland sea has been so fat recently."

At this time, the person who climbed to the roof of the tunnel opened the airdrop and held the cake high: "General! It's a cake. I can't understand the Prosin language on it!"

Pavlov: "Find a Prosin prisoner to taste it, and let the translator identify what is written on the cake."

Wang Zhong: "There's no need to be so cautious. We don't have the ability to accurately airdrop. There are hungry troops below. If one of our own people is poisoned and killed by the accurate airdrop, who will dare to eat the airdropped food in the future?" ?”

Pavlov: "There's no harm in being cautious. Anyway, we have many Ploson prisoners now."

What a prisoner there is...

A few minutes later, a Major Proson with a bruised nose and face was brought over. He looked hesitant when he saw the cake thrust into his hand.

Wang Zhong: "Eat."

The major looked at him doubtfully, but after being captured for a few days, he could still understand the word "eat" in Ant.

Immediately afterwards, his expression became extremely pessimistic, as if this was the last cake he would eat in his life.

Although Wang Zhong did not understand Prosen, he always felt that the major had a great misunderstanding of him.

At this time, the major saw the cake itself.

His expression took a shocking turn.

This made Wang Zhong curious about what was written on the cake.

Translation: "Wish General Wilhelm von Frederik a happy 47th birthday on the cake."

Wang Zhong: "Ah? It's our opponent's birthday! Why didn't you tell me?"

Pavlov: "Do I need to tell you specifically? Besides, when I gave information to the enemy general, I wrote down his birthday. Didn't you blame me?"

Wang Zhong: "Oh, look at what happened. Emperor Prossen's cake was not delivered, and he asked us to cut it for the major. Really, this can be done."

As he spoke, Wang Zhong stepped forward, cut off a piece of cake with a knife, and put it into his mouth with a fork.

"Yes." He nodded slightly, "Although Prosen's food has always been terrible, this cake is good, almost up to the level of their sausages and roasted elbows! We can't help but express it. The messenger, tell the kitchen, Bake the cake now, make it a big one!”

Pavlov looked at Wang Zhong and blinked: "What are you going to do? If you don't give me a reason, I can't accept your waste of resources doing this kind of thing."

Wang Zhong: "We are now going to engage in psychological warfare, which is also a part of psychological warfare. First, we must send a formal telegram, using Proson's encryption method, but we must use the cipher table from a week ago to show that we have not deciphered it. Prosen's code."

In fact, it has been deciphered. The United Kingdom has been sharing the deciphered Prossen secret messages.

Pavlov: "We did capture the Enigma machine that was set up a week ago."

In order for the Enigma machine to successfully decipher the secret message, it is necessary to know the initial position of the machine gear on the sending side. This initial position is the key to deciphering. The Prosons generally change the initial position every ten days, which is consistent with their habit of the armored division to report combat readiness to the headquarters every ten days.

(The daily combat readiness situation will still be reported to the army group level and archived)

Wang Zhong: "Just use that to send the message. I believe that with the rigor of the Prosons, they must have archives to record the initial position of the Enigma machine last week.

"The wording of the telegram should be more solemn, and the title of the book should be... just write the name of His Majesty the Tsar! I'm going to call Olga."

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Olga put down the phone and smiled at Turgenev: "My brother asked me to draft a telegram in my name to congratulate General Frederick, the commander of the besieged Sixth Army."

Turgenev: "What are you congratulating?"

"He's 47 years old today. "

Turgenev frowned and thought for a second, then he suddenly realized: "Oh, that's it! Is this part of the psychological warfare against the Sixth Army?"

"That's right." Olga, "Where is the state lady Melina? It would be better to let her help me polish it."

Turgenev: "Then what form should it be sent in?"

"It seems that it is said that it should be sent using the enemy's code book captured last week..."

"Enigma machine, well, very smart, it will not reveal that we have cracked the Enigma code, and it will also give the enemy enough deterrence." Turgenev nodded, "It's just that this trick is a bit tasteless."

Olga laughed, obviously she liked Rokossov's approach too much.

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Plossen Sixth Army Headquarters-located in the center of the encirclement.

"General, the enemy is using our code to send a message. It uses the starting position of the Enigma machine last week. " said the Chief of Staff of the Sixth Army.

General Wilhelm von Frederick has lost a lot of weight, and his originally round cheeks have now become "like a real Junker aristocrat."

Real Junker aristocrats guard their poor estates in East Prussia, do a lot of farm work every year, and undergo military training, so they really can't get fat.

However, now these skinny Junker aristocrats in the empire have almost disappeared.

General Frederick: "Have you completed the translation?"

"No, the telegram is still being sent."

The general nodded and asked, "How long can the diesel in the generator last?"

"We sent out a death squad last night and recovered 100KG of diesel from the middle area between the two sides." The chief of staff looked serious.

General: "How many people died for this little diesel?"

"Seven people. "The chief of staff replied.

The general nodded.

The chief of staff: "If there is really no diesel, we can use hand-cranked generators, but the voltage is not enough to maintain high-power radio stations and radios. Reception is probably not a big problem, but sending is..."

At this time, the communicator came in with a telegram: "Decoding is complete! It is a gorgeously worded congratulatory letter, wishing you a happy 47th birthday, General."

The general: "Damn it!"

The communicator: "The signature is Tsarina Olga Nikolayevna."

The general: "Rokossov didn't sign it?"

The communicator shrugged.

At this time, another communicator rushed in: "General! The Ants are broadcasting on all radio channels."

General Frederick: "Bring a radio with batteries to the headquarters, I want to hear what Rokossov said. "

The radio was brought over soon, and the earphones were warmed by fire, which was very warm.

The general put on the earphones and heard the other end of the radio say: "Dear General Frederick, I, Rokossov, am very sorry because I just ate the cake that Emperor Prosen gave you.

"The picture of me eating cake should appear on the front page of tomorrow's Ante Daily. As an alternative, I asked my cook to prepare a more delicious cake for you. I propose that our entire army temporarily cease fire today to collect and bury the bodies of our comrades on both sides, so that I can also give you the cake in person.

"If you disagree, we will send a death squad to put the cake in the street garden of May 5th Street, and we promise not to attack anyone who goes to take the cake.

"In addition, considering the current situation of your army, we agree to accept your seriously injured on the basis of humanitarianism.

"Also on the basis of humanitarianism, we will provide vodka and cigarettes for free to ensure that every soldier can get them..."

The general threw the earphones on the table: "Rokossov is going too far!"