Arc of Gunfire

After the judge finished retelling, Wang Zhong nodded with satisfaction and let him go.

Pavlov: "I'm startled every time the inquisitor comes in. We really need to get a regular communications staff officer."

"I think the judges are pretty nice people." Wang Zhong shrugged.

"If I were close to the Crown Prince, he would rush over to send heavy equipment, and I would also think they are very nice people." Pavlov seemed to have awakened the attribute of admiration, and his admiration was one-tenth of the level of the uncle.

As soon as he finished speaking, another judge came in!

Pavlov subconsciously raised his hands: "I didn't say anything!"

The judge looked at him with a sharp look, and then said to Wang Zhong: "The front army intercepted the enemy's communication. Lord Randolph, commander of the enemy's 15th Armored Division, was killed in action. Do we know what happened?"

Wang Zhong: "I did it. The No. 422 tank I personally drove and commanded rushed to a place 850 meters away from the enemy's headquarters, and attacked with high-explosive bombs and machine guns. All members of the tank can testify, so they responded to the headquarters like this "

The judge nodded and turned to leave, then suddenly turned back, snapped to attention, and saluted Wang Zhong: "Salute to you, General!"

Wang Zhong nodded.

The judge turned away,

Wang Zhong pointed to his back and said to Pavlov: "Look, they are quite nice people!"

Pavlov couldn't answer this time, so he could only blink and change the topic: "Now I am gathering the troops, and I will probably reorganize them tonight. I don't expect you to be of any help. Can you call Bishop Popov back? "

"Yes." Wang Zhong said firmly.

Pavlov continued: "Please inspect the position. With such a large number of casualties, we need to boost morale. Otherwise, when the soldiers remember the faces of those who left at night, the organization will not be maintained."

Wang Zhong: "I think they have no problem. I have confidence in them."

While speaking, Wang Zhong first thought of Penier. When he fell from the tank because of fever, it was the hands of countless soldiers who supported him. Then he remembered that just now, a pair of hands pulled him out of the bottom of despair and let him stand up. .

How could such an army and such a people be defeated?

Pavlov seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said: "This is your duty, General. It is even more important than commanding the war personally! After all, commanding the war can be done by capable officers. This can only Do it yourself.”

Wang Zhong: "You are right."

Pavlov: "Better get on your... Um, don't say four?"

"Buciferas, is it still okay?"

"The stable was blown up by the enemy's heavy artillery. We all thought the horse was dead, but it ran out and grazed on the playground without any injuries. I asked the skitarii assigned to us to take care of it."

Wang Zhong nodded, stopped disturbing the chief of staff who was "wrestling" with documents, turned and left the brigade.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw Gregory coming with Buciferas and another bay horse.

Gregory also looked more bruised than in the morning. His clothes were wrinkled, torn in several pieces, and so dirty that water could turn into ink.

But it seemed that he was not injured at all, and there was not even a trace of blood on his body.

Wang Zhong: "Where's the bullet bag?"

"It was shot during the battle, don't worry, I got a new one." Gregory pulled a canvas bag from behind, with four magazines inserted in it.

Wang Zhong noticed again that the sergeant major's submachine gun had been polished and shiny. It was obvious that he had maintained the weapon before coming to find him.

"Did Pavlov order you to bring the horse over?"

"No, I think horses are more convenient than jeeps when it comes to moving around the city. Now the city... is full of wreckage and craters left by enemy artillery, making it difficult to drive a car."

Wang Zhong nodded and was about to reply when two BT-7s drove into the battle group station at lightning speed.

The leading BT-7 is a platoon leader vehicle and has a radio antenna.

The platoon leader didn't wait for the tank to stop before he got out and came to Wang Zhong in three steps: "Your Majesty General!"

Wang Zhong: "Are you two the only ones left?"

"A few more broke down, and the enemy destroyed them with grenades. Let's receive the combat mission, Your Excellency General!"

Wang Zhong: "There should be no fighting tonight. You can have a good rest."

At this time, the members of BT-7 all got out of the tanks and gathered around Wang Zhong's T34 for a ceremony, noisily as if they were watching the big livestock they had just bought in the village.

A driver asked Belyakov, who was inspecting the tank engine: "How thick is the armor of this vehicle?"

Belyakov reported the approximate armor data just like he reported the name of the dish.

"I go!"

"Compared with this guy, we are just running naked!"

"Damn marshals, why don't you equip us with this guy! A lot of people will die less!"

Wang Zhong was excited and said: "Eight T34s were lost due to faults. They are on the plain outside the city. We are going to go out of the city for repairs at night. The crews of these cars should also have suffered losses. If there are more cars after merging the crews, , it’s up to you to take over.”

The tank crews were all shocked when they heard this: "What?"

"Really?"

Wang Zhong: "Really."

At this time, the platoon leader asked: "This car has such thick armor, how can we lose eight more?"

Wang Zhong: "The enemy is very experienced, probably from fighting the Carolingian heavy tanks. They shoot at the tracks and turret seats, and these T34 troops are all military parade professionals. They abandoned the vehicle when the turret seat got stuck. "

In fact, Wang Zhong is not sure where the Prossens gained experience in dealing with "hard" vehicles. After all, he is not even sure whether there are B1 heavy tanks in the Carolingians here.

But in the history of the earth, the Sandoko Armored Division that first encountered the T34 did quickly find a way to deal with the T34: hit the tracks and seats, and then throw them to the infantry.

In the early days, a blind vehicle like the T34 lost its mobility and was gone when the infantry touched it.

On the other hand, KV, even if its tracks are interrupted, can still kill a large number of infantry and fight until they run out of ammunition and food.

The tank crews of the 23rd Tank Corps looked at each other, and then said in unison: "We will never do this!"

Then the "military parade professional" was not happy: "Oh, that's great! Let you drive the T34 and let's compare!"

"Hey, I'm so proud! Did you see the tank mark on my car? Those are my results! I have so many results when driving the BT-7! Although they were all made today."

Today, Wang Zhong led the remaining men of the 23rd tank and achieved quite beautiful results.

Wang Zhong coughed and interrupted the arguing tank crews.

When everyone's eyes were focused on him, he said: "You all performed very well today! The Plosans have always looked down on our armored strength before. Starting today, they must take us seriously!

"There is still a tough battle waiting for us tomorrow. The enemy's entire armored group has crossed Bogdanovka, and more and more tanks will appear in front of us.

"You don't have to worry about not getting the victory. We will be here to let the enemy know how powerful we are!"

The tank crews had resolute expressions. After Wang Zhong finished speaking, they shouted "Ula!" in unison.

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Vasily took his Tokarev and stabbed the Prosin soldier on the ground with his gun.

This was killed by him himself when the enemy retreated just now. This is also the only enemy he can be sure he killed so far.

The battle was too fierce before. Vasily stood at the window and just opened fire with all his strength. He had no time to see if the bullets hit anyone.

He used his gun to lift the enemy's helmet and saw the same young, lifeless face.

At this time, someone shouted from behind: "Don't move, raise your hands!"

Vasily turned around and saw that it was Filippov.

Filipov was also shocked. He put down his gun and asked, "Why are you carrying a Prossen backpack?"

Vasily: "This is the enemy's radio that the general personally captured! The enemy just arrived at the front finger, and I had to join the battle, so I carried this thing on my back.

"If you shoot and break this thing, the general will punish you as a turd picker!"

Filipov smiled: "Damn it, it's like we didn't pick it."

As he spoke, he leaned against the wall, sat down slowly, and took out a cigarette.

"You still smoke?" Vasily leaned over and teased.

Filipov: "I suddenly realized that it didn't make much sense not to smoke for the sake of health. After all, you see, before we think about health, we may die first."

Vasily nodded and said, "Give me one too, let's try it."

After a while, both of them, who had never smoked, started coughing violently.

After stamping out the cigarette butts, the two old friends sat side by side against the wall.

"Niklay is dead," Filipov said, "and Balfinovich."

Vasily was silent for a few seconds and said: "Dimitri is alive and kicking."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Yeah, I wanted to say a few words about who died, but I kept pointing out that Yegorov and the others were all veterans and thieves, and they couldn't die at all. I at least saw him throw it back. Three Prossen grenades!"

Filipov smiled: "So powerful? I just blew up three enemy tanks with Nikolai. It was so simple that it was unreal. Nikolai threw the Molotov cocktail, and I used the submachine gun I picked up to stand guard. I fired at the Losans as soon as they climbed out of the tank.

"Later, Nikolai was shot when he threw the Molotov cocktail. The bullet hit his arm, and the Molotov cocktail fell and burned at his feet.

"As he rolled away, he begged me: Let me free! Please, Filippov!"

Vasily: "Did you free him?"

"I didn't hear it. The enemy came up, and I fired two magazines to fight them off. When I looked again, Nikolai had already killed himself."

Vasily: "How do you know what he said if you didn't hear him?"

Filipov laughed: "Damn it, Vasily, you are really a bastard. Damn it."

Vasily: "Maybe you are right. You know what? I have met Nikolai's mother, who works at a farm tool station and is a part-time missionary for the local church women's association. When we go to visit him in the future, you can't say this story.

"You have to say that Nikolai fought with seven or eight Prosen Japs. After killing one, he was despicably attacked by the enemy."

Filipov was silent for a few seconds and nodded: "You are right! Nikolai killed a platoon of Japs with a submachine gun! Then he died heroically while changing the magazine!"

"Yes, that's it! He's good! That's it!" Vasily said repeatedly.

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