Arc of Gunfire

At 1 o'clock in the morning on August 9th, Prosonia, Palace Bunker.

General Moltke twirled the velvet on the armrests of the chair with his hands and said: "The advantage of returning to Prosonia is that you can sit on luxurious chairs."

Emperor Proson hates luxurious chairs, so most of the chairs in the Eagle's Nest are "log style" and very hard to sit on.

After the headquarters moved to the Eagle's Nest with the emperor, many senior officers suffered from hemorrhoids, and these hard chairs played a major role.

The Celtic Marshal almost melted into the velvet chair. Hearing General Moltke's words, he immediately agreed: "Yes, this is one of the few benefits."

Ant's army approached Prague and Vilna, and the Eagle's Nest was no longer safe. In addition, it was unlikely that the Western Front would drive the Allied forces into the sea in a short time, so Emperor Plossen approved the relocation of the headquarters back to the capital.

For this matter, the emperor has locked himself in his room for nearly 20 hours.

"Rumors from the communications department," Marshal Celtic continued, "His Majesty has been on the phone, as if he is planning something."

General Moltke: "Can a few phone calls now change the situation? No, it cannot."

"It seems that you are all pessimistic." The Imperial Propaganda Minister entered the lounge, "We tried our best to maintain the morale of the entire army, but we did not expect that the senior officers in the central department were enveloped in defeatism!"

Marshal Celtic shook his head: "I won't talk about the 1 million troops that were annihilated. Now 1.5 million fresh troops are surrounded in the fortification area near Coburg. They have no heavy equipment, not enough artillery shells, and no grenades. Not enough, bullets - well bullets should be enough.

"If you recycle the people in the encirclement, you can still produce a lot of bullets. But everyone knows that the Ant people will not attack Coburg, it is an armed prisoner of war camp.

"We lost 2.5 million fresh troops in one fell swoop. These 2.5 million were veterans with combat experience and fully trained conscripts. We were already exhausted."

Promotional photo: "Aren't there still a lot of troops who have escaped? These troops are now experienced veterans. Just add-"

Marshal Celtic: "Can we supplement the little boys and girls who are not as tall as rifles? If we can mobilize all the troops on the Western Front, we can still be saved. With the help of the Oder and Vistula rivers, we can still resist for a while."

"There is still hope on the Western Front!" the propaganda minister emphasized. "As long as the enemy is not allowed to take Fort Qin, they will collapse when the Allied forces run out of supplies."

"The Qinbao you mentioned is currently being defended by only three divisions." General Moltke blew out a smoke ring.

Celtic Marshal: "And the Allied troops surrounding Fort Chem were 300,000."

Now even the publicity photos are silent.

The grand leader of the Asgard Knights who did not know when he entered the room said: "The good news is that various intelligence shows that Rokosov did not stop to rest, but ordered the troops to advance towards Melania's capital. He He has 300,000 Melania troops under his command, and he is afraid that these troops will mutiny.

"'Operation Laufer' has initially achieved results. We will drag down the Ant people and make them unable to move within half a year. Then we will be able to free up our strength to deal with the Allies!"

When the Celtic marshal saw the grand commander, he sat up straight. When he saw the head of the palace who followed the grand commander in, he tensed his shoulders and acted like a full soldier.

General Moltke, who was more favored by His Majesty, was not as obvious as the Celtic Marshal, but he also wiped away the defeatism on his face.

The grand commander continued: "Judging from the battle situation on the Western Front, the combat effectiveness of the Allied forces is obviously inferior to that of our army and the Ant army. We can..."

General Moltke: "But their firepower is much stronger than that of the Ant Army. Especially the Allied Forces, their combined air and ground firepower has made us suffer enough."

"The armored forces are not bad. The enemy's air force is too efficient in killing our soft targets."

When the United States Air Force planes appeared over the battlefield, both the Prussian Army and the United States Army panicked and looked for bunkers everywhere, emphasizing the equality of all beings.

Grand Commander: "Not even Rokossov's artillery fire can destroy our army!"

"The artillery fire of the Federal Army is as fierce as Rokosov, but the air force is a hundred times more ferocious than Rokosov." Marshal Celtic said.

Grand Duke Meyer couldn't help but interjected: "Fighter pilots from the United States Army have been attacking our airport continuously since last year. Whether they are dropping bombs or firing rockets, their accuracy is amazing."

Celtic Marshal: "Ah, it turns out that you have trained the enemy to be so elite."

Grand Duke Meyer raised his voice: "We shot down thousands of their fighter jets! But they - they still have thousands or even tens of thousands of fighter jets and well-trained pilots.

"The captured pilots said that they have a rotation mechanism. Ace pilots who have shot down more than five aircraft will be transferred back to take leave to share their experiences with new students in fighter school. Double aces who have shot down ten aircraft will go back to serve as instructors.

"As for those aces who have shot down more than 20 aircraft, they will be prohibited from taking to the skies to fight again, and they will return to their hometown to lead a flight school.

"We also want to imitate their mechanism, but there is no safe place in our country. As long as our pilots take off every day, they may be mobilized by ground air traffic control to participate in homeland air defense operations!

"The newspapers have been saying all day long that we have Proson Superman pilots who have shot down 2300 aircraft, but that is actually the result of the extremely high number of sorties and combat time!"

Grand Duke Meyer squirted so hard that the flesh on his cheeks shook out.

At this time, General Moltke suddenly said: "I thought your 200-300-plane results were exaggerated."

"You!"

"Enough!" The head of the Imperial Household Ministry spoke, "At this time, we should unite and think about how to change the situation!"

This sentence directly dropped the temperature of the entire lounge to freezing point, and everyone shut up.

At this time, the guard of the bunker led two strangers into the lounge.

"Please wait here, we will inform His Majesty immediately-"

Before the voice fell, the door on the other side of the lounge opened, and Emperor Prosen walked into the room.

The officers hurriedly stood up and raised their right hands: "Long live His Majesty!"

The emperor waved his hand, his eyes fixed on the two people who had just been brought in by the guards: "Did you bring it?"

"I brought it, Your Majesty, it's in this suitcase, this is the hard work of our more than ten years of hard work."

"Okay, come in quickly, tell me in detail!"

Everyone was stunned to see His Majesty the Emperor personally ushered the two into his study.

General Moltke looked at the head of the Imperial Household Ministry: "Who are these two? Scientists who designed some kind of doomsday weapon? Are they charlatans who are here to sell death rays?"

The head of the Imperial Household Ministry: "As far as I know, they are archaeologists."

"What?" Everyone in the room widened their eyes.

Marshal Celtic: "The thing they said they have been working on for ten years, is it the destructive weapon in the Mahabharata of Bahara, or the Holy Grail guarded by the Knights Templar? Our soldiers will be invulnerable to swords and guns after drinking the water in the Holy Grail?"

Everyone in the room laughed, but the smile could not hide the bitterness on their faces.

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Wang Zhong put the bottle in his hand into the box held by Vasily: "That's all. Send it back to Yeburg by plane immediately. His Majesty the Tsar, His Majesty the Patriarch, and the ambassadors of the allies will each receive a bottle. This is the water of the Baltic Sea!"

Vassily: "Yes! But is it enough to send only sea water? How about sending back some Baltic wind? This is more romantic."

Wang Zhong: "You, no need. Although it is romantic, it is too formalistic. Sending sea water is formalistic enough, and sending wind is too much."

Vassily smiled: "I thought you would like this idea, Marshal."

Lyudmila: "Of course he likes it. Look at his expression just now. Others don't understand, but I do. He just didn't think of it at the first time, and you got there first. If he thought of it first, you would all be using plastic bags to "catch the wind" now!"

Wang Zhong did not refute his wife's words.

At this time, Pavlov came with a telegram: "Kashchuk asked how long we can rest after that."

Wang Zhong's expression froze. After a brief silence, he asked back: "How long do you think we need to rest?"

Pavlov: "Three months. We will be able to continue the attack in winter."

Wang Zhong put his hands behind his back and walked towards the breakwater without saying a word.

Popov: "The Melania People's Army has done ideological work. They are exhausted themselves. They can understand our decision not to advance to Melania's capital for the time being."

"Can you really understand?" Wang Zhong asked back.

Popov: "... probably not. And there is also a view that the enemy has not yet recovered from the retreat, and morale is still very low. We should pursue the victory."

Wang Zhong: "Can our current supply situation and logistics capacity sustain the attack?"

Pavlov: "If we only invest 500,000 people in the attack, the logistics can still hold up. We can concentrate the tank units and motorized artillery units that are in better condition at present, integrate a 500,000-man offensive force, and try to attack."

Wang Zhong walked forward along the breakwater with his hands behind his back without answering.

Other senior generals and staff officers followed.

Lyudmila did not follow directly, but returned to the arrow launcher and let the car catch up slowly.

After walking for ten minutes, Wang Zhong stopped and asked Pavlov: "How long will it take for these 500,000 people to be ready?"

"Twenty days." Pavlov answered immediately. Obviously, he had this plan long ago and had done research.

Wang Zhong: "Just prepare for 20 days."

Popov: "Then should we respond to the inquiries of the Melania uprising troops? We have been practicing Tai Chi these days, and it's time to give them some hope."

Wang Zhong: "These 500,000 people may not be able to rush to the Melania capital, and they need the cooperation of the Proson people."

Pavlov: "Yes, the good news is that we only need to advance 150 kilometers. The bad news is that these 150 kilometers are highly urbanized, especially the last 30 kilometers, which are much more urbanized than the last 30 kilometers of the defense circle of Abavakhan.

"Even if they rush down, the casualties of these 500,000 people will be very large."

Vasily added: "Don't talk about these 500,000 people. The troops covering them are estimated to suffer heavy casualties. Of course, it is also possible that the Proson people will collapse, and we will liberate the entire Melania while singing. "

Wang Zhong started pacing again with his head down, and everyone could only follow him.

Lyudmila stood on the launch vehicle, looking at Wang Zhong's back worriedly.

After walking about 500 meters, Wang Zhong stopped: "In 914, when the war just broke out, I actually just wanted to save my life in the war."

This is the truth. If it weren't for Lyudmila at that time, the situation might be very different, because Wang Zhong just didn't want Lyudmila to die at the beginning.

Wang Zhong: “But on the outskirts of Ronezh, I saw the atrocities committed by the enemy. At that time, I thought, I cannot let such atrocities happen in my country, and I want to stop these demons.

“Now, the same choice is before me.

"I know our current situation, and the most appropriate thing to do is to sit back and watch Melania die. I also know that my decision now may lead to the sacrifice of many people who would not otherwise sacrifice.

“But I cannot stand by and watch atrocities happen and do nothing.

"I will personally command this battle group and move forward with them."

Pavlov's eyes widened: "No! Good guy, you had this idea!"

Wang Zhong: "Our biggest advantage now is morale! My personal command can maximize the morale advantage!"

Pavlov: "Do you still want to personally command a tank? This will also maximize the morale advantage! You just want to fight the tank! No, I don't agree! Unless you immediately bring out a tank that the enemy can never penetrate, Otherwise I can’t let you go!”

Wang Zhong: "Chief of Staff, don't worry about it. Don't sacrifice yourself to save others!"

"You just want to be a tank!"

In fact, if Wang Zhong personally commanded the battle cluster, he might be able to use micro-management to get things done. After all, he was a map maker. He flew around the battlefield by plane every day and commanded directly. It was really possible to turn corruption into magic.

If one or two levels of command are added in the middle, then he will directly skip orders every day. What will the commander who is caught in the middle think?

Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov seriously: "I promise you, I will not go to the front line to drive tanks. I directly command the battle group in order to patrol by plane and find opportunities to directly command the troops to attack. If there are too many command levels in the middle, What do you want those commanders to think?"

Pavlov: "You - uh..."

Wang Zhong: "You know what effect my direct command will have! You have seen it!"

Finally, the staff officer breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand, you personally command the battle group, and I will write it in the battle plan. If the headquarters approves it, I have no objection."

Wang Zhong clapped his hands fiercely: "Okay!"

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On August 12, as soon as Yegorov arrived at the office, he heard the phone ringing on his desk.

"I'm Yegorov!" he picked up the receiver and said loudly.

"Egorov!" The voice of an old acquaintance, Eugene, came from the receiver.

"Oh, who do I think he is? A miner." Yegorov called Eugene's nickname without caring, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you hear? A special battle group is being formed to assist Melania's capital, and Marshal Rokossov will personally command it!"

Yegorov was stunned: "Ah? The division commander is personally commanding? What level of cluster is it?"

"Like half a million people."

"Huh? So much? Why?"

Eugene: "Can your troops move?"

Yegorov was speechless: "I can still move, but... I have lost 40% of my non-commissioned officers, and they are all recovering from their injuries. What about you?"

Eugene: "A little better than you. You charged too hard, and the people below also followed your example! But we couldn't move, so the marshal used the troops that could move to gather 500,000 people."

"How can this work? The troops that can be used now are either second-line or workhorses. No, no, no, no, I -"

At this time Yegorov's desk phone rang.

"Wait a minute." He put down Eugene's phone temporarily and picked up the other receiver. "Hello? Who is it?"

"Commander!" the voice of the commander of Melania's People's Army came from the receiver, "Have you heard?"

Yegorov: "I heard it, I heard it, don't worry! This cluster must have your Melania identity! I will go to the front headquarters in person later to ask about the situation, don't worry! Don't worry!"