Arc of Gunfire

In the early morning of July 8, 914, Wang Zhong woke up among the rubble.

The "senior officer's dormitory" next to the front finger was now half-exploded, but miraculously the three beds were not damaged.

As soon as Wang Zhong opened his eyes and sat up, he saw Yegorov cleaning his gun.

"Aren't your shoes polished?" he asked doubtfully.

Yegorov took the leather shoes and showed the huge gap in the front: "It was blown up by a grenade. It was only discovered this morning, so I asked Vasily to get me new shoes."

Wang Zhong: "Do you regard Vasily as your orderly?"

"Why, it can't be done? Are the rumors true?"

Wang Zhong: "What rumors?"

"It's just that the old man has..." Yegorov seemed to be looking for an adjective, turning his hand several times in the air, "It's as good as a wolf or a sheep!"

Wang Zhong thought for a second before thinking that Yegorov might have meant that Long Yang was good, but he spelled it wrong.

Wang Zhong: "No! Don't you know my reputation? I am the bulldozer of St. Yekaterinburg, the terminator of the virginity of noble ladies!"

Yegorov: "That is not inconsistent with this! By the way, did I spell it correctly?"

Wang Zhong: "That's not right."

"I knew it!" Yegorov cursed, "Suka! You guys are using words like this that you don't usually use!"

Wang Zhong turned the topic to the empty bed: "Popov didn't come back last night?"

"How can he come back? After last night's battle, there must be a mountain of things to do. Generally, a brigade headquarters has more than a hundred staff officers, handymen, and clerks. How many of us do we have? Pavlo It’s no surprise when my husband falls.”

Wang Zhong: "Does a brigade staff department need so many people?"

"This does not include communications and security. It is normal for a normal brigade to have a few thousand people including the logistics team, accompanying soldiers and civilians, etc."

Wang Zhong: "A brigade? So many people?"

"Well, this number is even lower in terms of logistics. The ratio of fully staffed and well-supplied brigades and soldiers is basically 2:1. If there are more cars, it can be reduced to 1:1."

Wang Zhong scratched his head. No wonder it was said that the victory in the Huaihai Battle was achieved by a wheelbarrow.

In the past, there was only a paper understanding, but now Wang Zhong finally knew what modern warfare was, a logistical war.

By the way, Wang Zhong finally knew what Pavlov was busy with with his panda eyes every day, and hoped that Popov could share his pressure.

Wang Zhong expected so.

At this time Yegorov said again: "I heard that yesterday you wanted the workers to dig tank bunkers?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, a tank bunker that I conceived myself."

Of course, this was not his own idea, but something written in the Soviet armored defense textbook from another time and space, and he stole it.

No one stipulates that copyists can only copy poems and songs, right?

Wang Zhong picked up a brick, cleared a clean ground, and drew a schematic diagram for Yegorov.

(Picture from Station B UP Master Dog Sex Chocolate)

Wang Zhong explained while drawing: "Look, the straight side of the wall is the front, facing the enemy, and the slope is the rear. The rear is divided into two steps, and the tank can move between the steps under its own power.

“If the tank drives to the bottom of the bunker, the enemy side will completely block the tank, making it impossible for the enemy to detect it and attack directly.

"When the tank reverses onto the step surface, it can just expose the turret and fire. At this time, a large space in front can accommodate the muzzle blast of the tank's firing, making it difficult for the enemy to find the location of the tank."

Yegorov held his chin: "Although I am an infantry officer, I can see how wonderful this is! It's a bit like when we dug trenches during the civil war, with different heights on both sides, so that it would be difficult for the enemy to shoot back after entering the trench. It will be easier for us to counterattack and regain the trenches!”

Wang Zhong hesitated for a moment: "Well, I think there is still a difference."

"After all, they are making a fuss by taking advantage of the height difference between the two sides of the trench. So were these tank bunkers dug in the end?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, the labor camp said that there is too much earth to be dug for the bunker. Their manpower will not be able to finish digging until tomorrow night - tonight. So we can only let them do something that can achieve immediate results."

"Like laying landmines."

Yegorov raised his head in surprise: "Are there any landmines?"

"Sent it over last night. By the way, I also have some new ideas about minefields. You see, the enemy will use cannons to blast the minefields and detonate all the mines, right?

“We had to think in reverse, so I asked the engineers to guide the workers to bury the mines five kilometers away from the city, so that the enemy’s fire preparations would not be able to blast the minefields.

“But we put up a bunch of Prossen signs around the city, plus some pickle can lids.

"There are real landmines mixed in the lid of the can, and simple booby traps made of hand grenades are buried under the real landmines. When the engineers defuse the mines, if they don't notice the booby traps, BOOOOM!"

Yegorov was stunned: "What do you think?"

No, it was in "Mine Warfare". War movies at that time all had military directors who had fought and killed people, so they should be reliable.

But Wang Zhong slapped his chest shamelessly: "I thought so!"

Yegorov gave a thumbs up: "No wonder you are so optimistic about Vasily's thorny head. You are all people who like to come up with bad ideas."

Wang Zhong laughed loudly. He just kept smiling, stood up, and walked to where the window was originally. Now there is only a parapet left. If the vase on the window sill hadn't been there, he wouldn't have known it was a window!

Looking at the fields outside, Wang Zhong's smile disappeared.

I didn't realize it at night, but now the green fields have turned into iron grey.

As Dimitri said, this land is almost entirely made of iron.

However, Wang Zhong discovered that a cluster of green grass was growing tenaciously under the rising sun.

While cleaning his gun, Yegorov asked: "What move do you think the enemy will make first today?"

"I think it's a plane bombing." Wang Zhong replied, "They always have to bomb a wave, otherwise the Proson Air Force will not be able to explain to the army."

"That makes sense."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang from next door.

After a while, Dimitri came in and reported: "Brother Peter heard a large enemy aircraft group approaching."

Wang Zhong: "Okay, got it, sound the air defense siren."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air defense alarm sounded. Apparently Brother Peter called the air defense troops first.

Yegorov: "Many people saw that the Air Force shot down the enemy's high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft yesterday?"

"I saw that after they defeated the enemy, they flew over the city and saluted the young people who died." Wang Zhong said, "Although I am very grateful for their efforts to boost morale, I still hope that the Air Force can have more substance. The power of sex.”

Roaring sounds came from the horizon, and Wang Zhong lay on the ground symbolically.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of the enemy planes faded away. Wang Zhong got up and dusted himself off.

At this time Vasily rushed into the room: "Captain, I brought the boots!"

Wang Zhong: "Is it okay if you encounter a bombing on the road?"

"It's okay. The kind lady dragged me into the cellar of her house. Now I smell like pickled vegetables. Can you smell it?"

Wang Zhong and Yegorov shook their heads together.

Vasily handed the boots to Yegorov and asked Wang Zhong excitedly: "How are you going to fight today?"

“The plan is simple. Although we didn’t dig a complete tank shelter yesterday, I asked the workers to pile up some cover with sandbags. Sandbags were also put on the front of the tank and the front of the turret.

"We are on the edge of the city, relying on the ruins and shooting at the enemy."

Wang Zhong glanced at Yegorov and continued: "The field of vision of the T34 tank is very poor. I confirmed this with my own eyes yesterday. Their tank commander also serves as the gunner, and most of the time he can only focus on looking at the artillery team. mirror.

"So arranging the tanks on the edge, staggering them, and facing the outside in a consistent manner can effectively reduce the blind spots in the tank's field of vision."

Yegorov: "Are you treating the tank as a fort?"

"This is the result of yesterday's battle. For those honor guards, it's okay to let them stay where they are and fire cannons at the enemy. But it's a bit difficult to ask them to rush up and engage in close combat with enemy tanks.

"When the enemy infantry is close enough to threaten the tank, reverse the vehicle and let the machine guns deployed on the sides of the tank bunker cover the tank."

Wang Zhong said plausibly, as if he was already an experienced tank commander - however, considering the current poor loss rate of the Ant Empire's tank troops, maybe Wang Zhong is really the number one tank expert in the Ant Empire now.

Yegorov nodded: "I have no control over tanks. I am just an infantryman. I will continue to defend our position today. In fact, the situation is much better than yesterday, at least we have more people."

Yesterday, because of Wang Zhong's heroic battle, the number of skitarii organized by the church increased sharply, and five skitarius battalions were crammed into the Rokossov battle group.

However, these people have basically not received much combat training, and their weapons only have old-fashioned weapons in the warehouse.

In the words of P Club players, these people are the real "line-filling infantry". But having line-filling infantry is better than leaving elite troops to fight alone.

Yegorov: "What about you, General? Continue to ride on your tank?"

"Yes, I am a mobile force and will appear wherever I am needed."

——This is the confidence that the bird's-eye view gives me.

At this time, the roar of artillery shells came from the sky.

Preparations for enemy artillery fire began.

Everyone in the room lay down together, maintaining standard avoidance postures.

When the shells fell, Yegorov smiled and said: "It looks like it will be very lively again today!"