Arc of Gunfire

Chapter 581 "Christmas" (Update 35/81)

On the evening of December 24, 915, Wang Zhong signed his name on the last death notice and breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who could be personally issued death notices by the commander of the front army were warriors who had outstanding performance in the battle and would be posthumously awarded medals.

Because of this, Wang Zhong would carefully read the deeds of the sacrificed soldiers before signing, and then leave a short paragraph of his own evaluation between the printed document and the signature.

At first, he would shed tears when reading those deeds, and later his eyes were dry and painful because there were too many heroic deeds, so many that his tears dried up.

After finally signing the last one, Wang Zhong felt relieved.

Pavlov's voice suddenly rang out: "Thank you for your hard work. A total of more than 11,000 medals need to be awarded posthumously. I only signed the ones above the George Cross for you, and I signed the rest on your behalf."

Wang Zhong looked at the thick stack of notices on the table in confusion: "So many people above the George Cross?"

Pavlov: "391 Venus medals were awarded posthumously."

Wang Zhong stood up, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, and was silent for a long time before he whispered: "For the sacrifices, there are great ambitions, and we dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky."

Pavlov: "What?"

Wang Zhong: "Nothing, just a sigh. By the way, today is the Christmas of the Prosen people, right?"

"Yes." I have been bored all the time. Popov, who was writing a letter of condolence, stopped writing and looked up, "Why, do you want a Christmas truce?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, we don't celebrate Christmas this year. The Christmases of both sides are staggered, so a Christmas truce is impossible. However, we can send some rockets to the Prosen people and wish them a happy holiday."

Pavlov: "I said the rocket artillery didn't fire today, but it turns out they are waiting here."

He stood up and picked up the receiver: "The First Brigade of the Guards Rocket Artillery, the Rocket Artillery Brigade? You've been waiting for a long time, fire."

As soon as he put down the receiver, the whistling sound of rocket artillery came from outside. Every time a wave of rockets was fired, the light and shadow in the house had to move from left to right.

Wang Zhong went to the wine cabinet and poured a few glasses of vodka, which he gave to Popov and Pavlov, and then raised his glass to the window: "Merry Christmas to them!"

Popov: "That's great. Other people's Christmas has fireworks, but we can only drink some wine to deal with it."

Pavlov: "Is it really okay for the military bishop to take the lead in drinking? Oh, this wine is good."

"Do I have a share of the wine?"

When Wang Zhong heard this voice, he was startled and turned his head suddenly, and saw Lyudmila standing at the door of the commander's room, looking at him with a smile.

"Lyuda!" Wang Zhong drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, ran forward in three steps, and hugged his fiancée tightly - no, they have been engaged for nearly a year, and they have a child, this is his wife.

"Be gentle, it's almost difficult for me to breathe! Be gentle!" Lyudmila shouted while patting Wang Zhong on the back.

Wang Zhong finally took a step back, pulled away, and looked at his wife's face carefully.

"You've lost weight." He said.

"After all, the war situation is urgent and there is no way to eat properly. You look rosy."

Wang Zhong: "Because I have a Seris chef. Even if he only has a cabbage and a potato, he can find a way to make delicious food. The food culture of Seris is really outstanding!"

"Then I have to try it carefully." Lyudmila said with a smile.

Wang Zhong: "Vassily! Go and tell the chef to make something delicious. My wife is here!"

Vassily appeared: "I have told the chef. He just turned on the fire and is juggling!"

Many people think that Wang Zhong's Seris chef's skill of flipping the spoon is a kind of juggling, which is the same as the performance of the circus. Wang Zhong is too lazy to introduce it to them.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, just wait. Now that you're here, what about Nelly?"

Lyudmila: "Nelly asked me to come quickly. She said she's fine. The doctor also said that the infection has been contained. The next step is to rest and wait for the wound to heal. I also found the best glass eyeball craftsman and made a custom eyeball.

"The craftsman asked to go to the front line before, but he was too old, so the army didn't approve it. So I made a deal with the old man. He made the eyeball, and I asked him to do some clerical work in the army and do his best to help the war."

Speaking of this, Lyudmila suddenly laughed: "The craftsman didn't know I was your wife at first, and he was very stubborn and refused to accept my commission. Instead, he sat at the door of the conscription office every day and played tricks with the staff.

"Later, I went to talk to the people at the conscription station and asked them to agree to let the old man join the army and arrange for him to do some minor work. Only then did the old man agree to make the last eyeball.

"After the eyeball was completed, the old man saw the name on the military ticket I gave him, and then he realized that I was your wife. He slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, I'm confused. How can I make conditions with the wife of a person like Kutuzov! '"

Wang Zhong smiled after listening to this story, and then said: "When the war is over, I must meet this lovely old man and thank him in person for making artificial eyes for Nelly."

"Of course you should go." Lyudmila said seriously, "But before that, let's win the war first, dear."

Wang Zhong: "Of course."

He hugged his wife again.

At this time, he suddenly found that there was no one in the huge command room. Popov, Pavlov and Vasily were all gone.

After switching to a bird's-eye view, he realized that the group was hiding in the next room, drinking and chatting.

Wang Zhong: "These guys..."

Lyudmila: "Since they are like this, of course we have to thank them for their kindness."

After saying that, she kissed him.

Although Wang Zhong has traveled through time for a year and a half, Mao Mei still can't get used to this overly proactive approach. Mao girls who want to use Mao language to cover up their shame are all imagined by guys who had a good life, okay!

When a hairy girl likes someone, she will throw her over her shoulder and push the man to the ground. Yes, just like now, my back...

Half an hour later, Wang Zhong’s chef Siris personally pushed a trolley to deliver food. When he entered the command room, he was stunned and asked in broken Antese: "Hey, the Prosens are coming to attack? "

Wang Zhong: "Uh, no. A wolf is coming, the she-wolf. I'll fight her. Just put down the food."

The chef glanced at Lyudmila, who was hiding under the carpet with only half of her head exposed: "Ah, she-wolf. Ah, I'll go find the sergeant major to catch a hedgehog, or a deer, do you need it?"

Wang Zhong: “Don’t hedgehogs hibernate?”

Chef: "Don't worry about this. The sergeant major will definitely catch him."

That was, after all, a high-ranking Sergeant Major of Gregory, who was proficient in all the arts from digging out manure to hunting to killing Prosen soldiers.

Wang Zhong: “We won’t use hedgehogs and deers for the time being, thank you.”

The chef nodded, exited the room and closed the door.

Lyudmila: "You should eat it."

What do you mean, I paid the public food today!

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Lyudmila has been living in the headquarters since then, serving as a prayer hand for the headquarters' anti-aircraft missile team.

In addition to serving as a prayer hand, she also tried her best to take care of Wang Zhong's daily life, doing all Nellie's original work.

In the six days from the 25th to the 31st, Wang Zhong's front army not only continued to hoard ammunition, but also actively carried out deception activities - it cannot be said to be deception, after all, they constantly sent reconnaissance planes to investigate the area from Arvik to Bolsk. situation and so on, which will also be of great benefit to subsequent attacks.

However, these actions, together with a series of deceptions carried out by Vasily before, constituted a sophisticated scam.

And it was a scam specifically targeting Emperor Prosen and senior generals.

Of course, Wang Zhong has always been careful not to overdo it, so he will also send some reconnaissance planes to check the situation on the other side of the river to Yeisk and then to Shepetovka. At the same time, he will continue to send out planes to bomb the route passing through Yeisk to Yayasi. Ervik's highway.

Despite this, for more than ten days, the entire Southern Front battlefield still seemed very calm, and the number of casualties per day even dropped to 2,000 at one point.

Almost everyone knows that the storm is coming.

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January 1, 916, the Eagle's Nest in the heart of Ploson.

The palace steward opened the door with a smile on his face. However, when he saw the expressions of everyone in the war room, his smile froze on his face.

"Everyone...New Year..."

The emperor shouted: "Impossible! He must be confusing us! Let us send more troops to Borsk! If we transfer Shepetovka's defense troops to Borsk, we will play into his hands!"

"However," said Marshal Kelt, Chief of the Imperial General Staff, "if he attacks Borsk, he can surround Army Group A and annihilate a large number of our troops."

Emperor: "How to annihilate us? The control of the White Sea is in our hands! Do we just need some pilots from the United States to regain the control of the sea? Even if Army Group A is surrounded, we can still easily escape from the sea!

"And Shepetovka means a lot to him. It was from Shepetovka that he left Khazalia, leaving his close friends and his father in his hometown.

"Their propaganda also said that he brought a box of black soil from Khazalia with him. Look at the geological survey report of Bolsk. Is Bolsk a black soil? No! Bolsk was only included in it in modern times. The Kingdom of Khazalia, legally speaking, does not belong to Khazalia!

"Rokosov's wish is to fight back home! Fight back to the black land! I know him, and no one knows him better than my opponent! He will definitely attack Shepetovka!

"Definitely! Huh? What are you doing here?"

The last words were addressed to the palace steward.

Steward: "Your Majesty, it's 916, and you ordered cakes and champagne to be prepared."

"Oh, that's it, then everyone, let's raise a toast to the new year! This year we must, we must end this damn war!"

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January 7, 916, Ant people's Christmas, 0600 hours.

Wang Zhong watched the second hand of his watch pass the number 12, turned his head and nodded to Pavlov.

Pavlov had already held the phone receiver: "Attention artillery, fire!"