Arc of Gunfire

Colonel Schlieffen also saw the huge pillar of dust ahead.

He put down the telescope and grabbed the microphone from the radio operator's hand: "I am Colonel Schlieffen. The enemy deliberately buried so many explosives just to make us afraid and keep moving forward!"

After saying that, he took the earphone from the radio operator and put it on his right ear, just in time to hear the tanker's response from the earphone: "Yes, keep going."

Colonel Schlieffen was relieved, but immediately an unpleasant thought crossed his mind and he quickly said: "Expand the battle formation and move forward!"

"Ah? Yes, let's stop and launch the combat team—"

The subordinate's words were interrupted by the explosion.

The other end of the radio was in chaos, and Colonel Schlieffen had to shout repeatedly: "Hey! Hey! Talk! What happened?"

He waited a few seconds and got no response, so he called again.

Finally, a frightened voice came from the earphones: "Another tank has stepped on a mine, Colonel!"

Colonel Schlieffen: "Stop advancing, wait in combat formation, mark the coordinates of the minefield, and I will use artillery fire to clear the way for you."

"yes."

The colonel put down the earphones and microphone, turned to the messenger and said: "Let the accompanying artillery deploy and use firepower to cover the minefield marked by the vanguard."

After the messenger left, Colonel Schlieffen picked up the telescope again and observed Melania's capital in the distance.

Suddenly, he laughed at himself: "Six years ago, I observed this city like this. At that time, their government had fled to the United Kingdom, and the commander-in-chief of the army had surrendered, but ordinary soldiers were still resisting.

"Now, six years later, it feels like we have gone back in time."

The staff officer next to him immediately said: "We will occupy this city gloriously just like we did six years ago."

Colonel Schlieffen remained silent and did not respond to the staff officer's flattery.

He waited for a while, then put down the binoculars and looked at his watch, and then cursed: "Why hasn't artillery coverage started yet? Hasn't the accompanying artillery launched yet? Go and ask what's going on!"

Immediately, a staff officer ran away.

After waiting for a while, the staff officer came back and reported loudly: "The vanguard troops have not reported the coordinates of the minefield yet! Inquiries are being stepped up."

Colonel Schlieffen looked at his watch again, and then sighed: "This is not turning back time. Six years ago, I had elite soldiers and generals under my command, but now they are all idiots!"

Everyone around him was silent.

At this time the artillery finally opened fire, and the sound of the artillery made Colonel Schlieffen's expression soften.

But immediately his expression froze again, because he heard the radio operator next to him shouting: "What? Please speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

Colonel Schlieffen picked up the headphones on the table and put them to his ears. He heard the vanguard shouting: "The artillery fire is on us! Cease fire! The artillery fire is on our heads! Damn it, you are hitting friendly forces!"

Colonel Schlieffen: "Cease fire! Let the artillery cease fire! Find out who set up to shoot Zhu Yuan, and we need to deal with it under military law!"

The staff officer trotted away again, and soon the bombardment stopped. The staff officer came back and reported: "The shooting of Zhu Yuan was set according to the coordinates given by the vanguard force. The coordinates of the vanguard force were calculated incorrectly."

Colonel Schlieffen was silent for a while, until the staff officer asked cautiously: "Colonel? What should we do now?"

Colonel: "Let the vanguard retreat one kilometer, then fire at the coordinates they just reported, and use Xu Jin's barrage. This can also blow up the minefield."

"yes."

At this time the radioman said: "General Hawke is asking about the progress of the attack."

Colonel: "Tell the general that we encountered a minefield. My children were caught unawares and sacrificed their lives in vain. We are trying to find a solution!"

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After listening to the adjutant's report, General Hawke sighed: "I don't want to send him such troops. But it would be good to have troops now."

After the words fell, the confidential secretary came in with a telegram: "Report, a telegram from Admiral Steiner."

"read."

"Our troops have retreated across the Vistula River and are setting up defenses along the river. We are gathering our troops to restore our organization. As long as you capture Melania's capital and pull out the Anters' bridgehead, we can set up defenses along the Vistula River."

Admiral Hawk: "Tell them we're working on it."

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Vasily glanced at the report just sent by his men, turned around and reported to Wang Zhong: "The enemy's armored troops stopped after encountering a minefield, and our observation post saw that they were shelled. Do we have an artillery group?" "

Wang Zhong: "The artillery group hasn't arrived yet. We only have armored trains entering the city now, but I didn't order them to fire - you don't know whether I ordered them to fire?"

Vasily is now responsible for implementing Wang Zhong's orders. Theoretically, he should know every order issued by Wang Zhong.

Vasily: "That's strange. They couldn't have been blown up by their own artillery, right?"

At this time, a new report came in.

After reading it, Vasily raised his head and looked at Wang Zhong blankly.

Wang Zhong: "What's wrong?"

"They retreated. After the Plosen armor hit the mine, they retreated without doing anything. The observation post reported that they dropped the wreckage of three tanks and seven half-tracks."

Wang Zhong: "The quality of the enemy's troops has declined very seriously! It's probably because the veterans have been blocked around Coburg. Very good! Let the observation post find a way to confirm where the enemy has retreated, and then ask if the armored train's shells have arrived. See if you can fuck them."

"Yes." When Vasily implemented the order, the phone on the table rang.

Wang Zhong picked up: "This is the city defense headquarters, please speak."

"Report to the marshal that enemy infantry is approaching from the south of the city."

Wang Zhong: "What? Are there artillery preparations?"

"I'm... not sure. I prepared for half an hour an hour and a half ago, but... there was such a long gap between the infantry attack and the artillery preparation, the effect of the artillery preparation has long since passed. In addition, the enemy did not advance to cover the barrage. I suspect there is fraud, Comrade Marshal!”

Wang Zhong quickly switched the perspective to the south of the city. Because he was on the phone, he could now get a view of the defense forces in this area.

The enemy's skirmishing lines look very unprofessional and too dense at first glance. Only when filming a movie, in order to have more people in the camera at the same time and to make the scene more grand, would there be such a dense "scattering" line .

Wang Zhong took a closer look at the Pulosens who formed the "scattered" army line and found that most of them were young.

It's a pity that his plug-in cannot directly display his age, otherwise he would always feel that he would see a bunch of young people who are not even 18 years old.

Proson has no more soldiers to fight. This is not a joke, it is reality.

The war potential has been exhausted! What can you do to resist my elite soldiers?

Wang Zhong: "Don't be afraid. The quality of the enemy's infantry may have deteriorated, and they will no longer be able to launch an infantry attack that was as seamless as before. Hit them hard, Davarisi."

"yes!"

Wang Zhong put down the receiver and used his last remaining vision to watch the defenders' machine guns mowing down the dense line of "scattered" troops rushing over.

If the enemy attacks on the 9th, Wang Zhong's side may still be in a tough fight because they don't have enough bullets.

It's already the 11th, and there may still be a shortage of bullets for rifles and submachine guns, but there cannot be a shortage of bullets for machine guns that are given priority.

Wang Zhong looked down at the scene of machine gun fire and felt completely relieved.

After the vision disappeared, he switched back to the headquarters and said to Vasily: "Organize the defense and collect the ammunition. Well done. Comrade Vasily, I will apply for a gold star for you this time!"

Vasily couldn't close his mouth: "I also have a gold star? Send me one quickly, and I will show it off to Filipov."

Wang Zhong looked at his playful smile and scolded: "I don't want to give it to you now! Think about it carefully, you just did your job as an adjutant, so I won't give it to you!"

"No!" Vasily was really anxious, "The Prosins are about to be defeated, the last train is coming! Send me one, I can do anything. At most, I won't follow Filipov, who has been charging at the front. Pretend, can I go home and pretend to be the head office with my wife? If you don't give it to me, people will ask me after the war: 'Vasily, you have been the marshal's adjutant for so long, why don't you even get a gold star? 'How embarrassing!"

Wang Zhong: "You. I'll think about it, you behave well! Before Pavlov comes up."

"yes!"

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Filipov was patrolling the defensive position assigned to him when a jeep suddenly arrived, and the orderly on it shouted: "Is this Lieutenant Colonel Filipov?"

Filipov: "I am Major Filipov, you have the wrong person."

"That's right, you are now a lieutenant colonel. You are now ordered to lead the 1st Regiment of the 8th Guards Infantry Division. Congratulations on your promotion, comrade commander."

Filipov: "I... have only received 45 days of crash training for officers. Theoretically, I can only command one battalion."

Messenger: "You are already the highest-ranking officer with the strongest command ability in your regiment. I wish you good luck, comrade commander."

After that, he saluted and drove away in the jeep.

Filipov scratched his head and turned around to meet the eyes of Misha who was accompanying him on his rounds.

Misha: "Don't worry, our regiment can support a battalion now."

Many people laughed after hearing this and comforted Filipov: "Yes, I still command a battalion and my military rank has been promoted."

"Yes, you are definitely qualified as a battalion commander!"

"Are you the only officer left in our regiment? You alone have the final say as to whether the gold stars will be issued. Give them to all the brothers!"

A true warrior who dares to face hell’s jokes and laugh out loud.

At this time, a series of three jeeps came over and braked in front of Filipov.

Then General Yegorov jumped out of the car: "Is this our defense area?"

Filipov: "What's wrong with you?"

"Can the division commander get on the tank and charge personally? I can't come? I'd better arrange all the follow-up arrangements and make sure everything is in place before I come! If I don't make the arrangements properly, the division commander will scold me." Yegorov patted Filippov. on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't snatch your uniform."

Filipov: "Don't be like this. The guerrillas are inexperienced. They just released the guns in the arsenal just after they liberated the whole city. There are many bad elements with weapons in this city. It's very dangerous for you to lead just such a few people!"

Yegorov: "Humph! When I met these bad elements, I led a few people to defeat them all myself and beat them all to death! Back then in Ronezh, the division commander ordered a bayonet charge, but I charged without saying a word. , I just broke up the Prosen Army in its heyday. Am I afraid of a few bad elements?"

Filipov: "This..."

"You don't understand. For those of us who follow the division commander, the bullets are all going around us. Look at the tank commanded by the division commander. Proson now has something that can penetrate it. Didn't it come back intact? It's even outside. Podolkov, who fired the anti-aircraft machine gun, did nothing, not even a scratch on his skin!”

After speaking, Yegorov patted Filipov on the shoulder.

"Don't worry."

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Filipov sighed and changed the subject: "Where are you going? The marshal's headquarters is in the headquarters of the enemy Melania's occupation army."

"No, no, no," Yegorov waved his hands repeatedly, "I won't go to the headquarters, I will be scolded by the division commander. I will patrol everywhere to see who needs help and solve your difficulties directly. When the enemy counterattacks and breaks into the city, I will personally command a machine gun to stop them!"

Filipov: "Isn't it a bit of a waste for a general like you to personally command a machine gun?"

"Isn't it a waste for a marshal to personally command a tank?" Yegorov asked back.

Filippov: "But the marshal personally led the tank charge, which boosted our morale."

"Wouldn't you be motivated if I commanded the machine guns?"

Filippov shook his head: "No, we are only worried about your safety."

"What about the marshal's safety?"

Before Filippov could reply, Misha next to him replied: "He is the marshal, a living saint, protected by the angel of St. Andrew. Some of us saw it, the angel was in armor and had six silver nails on his head."

Egorov: "What? Did you really see it? Damn, I want to see it too. The division commander always charges without me, he just charges happily. Sukabulie, next time I hear him charging, I will charge, and throw all the mess of the headquarters to the chief of staff."

Filippov and his men looked at each other.

At this time, the sound of machine gun fire came from the south of the city.

Yegorov: "The enemy is coming? Why is there no artillery preparation?"

Filipov: "There was a wave of attack this morning, which lasted for about thirty minutes."

"How long ago did it happen?" Yegorov asked again.

"More than an hour ago."

Yegorov touched his forehead: "The artillery preparation more than an hour ago, we even transported the wounded here, and I guess the seriously injured have all undergone surgery. Isn't this the same as no artillery attack?"

Filipov: "I don't know, maybe it's a new tactic of the Prosen people?"

"You prepare well, I'll go to the south to see the situation." Yegorov said and was about to leave.

Filipov stopped him: "Don't, the south is not our army, and it will be a mess if you command it yourself. You should go to the marshal's headquarters."

"No, I won't go. I'll be criticized if I go! I'll go to the front line to see what's going on."

After saying that, Yegorov jumped on the jeep and directed the driver to drive south.

Filippov: "It's broken. Give me the walkie-talkie. I need to report to the marshal!"

Misha: "Use the phone. It's been so long."

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Wang Zhong: "Yegorov went to the south of the city? That's outrageous! Thank you for your report, Comrade Filippov."

He hung up the phone and said to Vasily: "Send someone with a walkie-talkie to find Yegorov in the south of the city."

Vassily: "Ah? He's here? I didn't receive any notice."

Wang Zhong: "It's likely that an order was given to the headquarters not to say anything. Send someone quickly to find Yegorov and call me on the walkie-talkie. Use the frequency - use this frequency."

Wang Zhong tore off a piece of note paper, wrote a string of numbers on it, and handed it to Vasily.

"Okay." Vasily gave the order immediately.

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Melania Capital, south of the city, September 11, 1600.

"Fire, 500, fire hard!" Yegorov squatted beside the machine gun, holding a telescope, and personally directed the machine gun.

At this time, a jeep drove to the door of the building where the machine gun was located, and the messenger in the car held up the walkie-talkie: "General Yegorov, the marshal is looking for you."

Yegorov: "Just say you didn't find me! 400, fire!"

Messenger: "The marshal said that if you don't answer the phone, you will be punished to go to the Far East to prepare for the war against the Fuso Empire."

Yegorov put down the telescope, sighed, and turned to go downstairs.

Thirty seconds later, he appeared downstairs and took the walkie-talkie listlessly: "I am Yegorov, please speak."

"Good for you, Yegorov!" Marshal Rokosov's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Come to my headquarters! Now, immediately! Otherwise, I will transfer you back to be the director of the clothing factory!"

"Hey, aren't you going to the Far East to prepare for the war against the Fuso Empire?"

"Bullshit, you who disobey orders again and again, don't even think about returning to the front line! Go home to your wife and children!"

"Oh... you did it too, division commander!"

"Still talking back! Get back to my headquarters right now! Now, immediately! I won't see you in thirty minutes, so you go back to manage the clothing factory!"

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Thirty minutes later, the former Melania occupation army headquarters, now the city defense headquarters.

Wang Zhong heard Yegorov's loud voice coming from the door, so he looked up and watched the bear-like guy enter the door.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Yegorov: "Come and confirm the battlefield situation!"

"Confirm the battlefield situation? Are there any troops here?"

"Yes, Filippov's regiment, I have seen them! This regiment suffered too much loss, I am so sad, Filippov has been promoted to the head of the regiment!"

Wang Zhong: "Do you want to tell me why Filippov was promoted to the head of the regiment?"

Yegorov was silent.

Wang Zhong: "Because the original head, deputy head, staff officer and chaplain of the regiment were all killed! I think you want to change the commander of the entire army!"

"Do you want to change the commander of the front?" Yegorov asked back.

"You!"

Egorov: "You are charging like this and still want us to stay behind. It's unrealistic. I think the miners will come up soon."

Wang Zhong: "General Eugene is not like you! He fights steadily! I tell you, if I need to send someone to hold the line at a critical point, I will definitely send Eugene!"

"Why?"

"Think about it yourself!"

Egorov glanced at the side and said: "When His Majesty the Tsar encounters a critical moment, he should also send Marshal Gorky, right?"

Wang Zhong: "You are still excited! Sit down, you can't go anywhere today ! "

Yegorov sat down dejectedly, and then said: "Then I want to eat pig stomach chicken."

Wang Zhong: "Hold it! My Seris cooking team hasn't come up yet! Vasily, give him some pickles!"

Vassily: "This is Melania, there are not so many pickles. How about some Melania dumplings?"

Yegorov: "That's fine!"

Wang Zhong: "You're still eating!"

Yegorov spread his hands: "What else?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "Give him dumplings."

Vassily: "Okay, a plate of Melania dumplings!"