Arc of Gunfire

Twenty minutes later.

Vasily looked at the iron objects piled on the jeep and couldn't help but hold his forehead: "It's hard for such a small thing to cause enough trouble to the enemy."

Filipov: "After all, the fake minefield we created is huge. As long as the channel opened by the enemy is not in the position where we deployed this thing, it will be in vain."

Vasily looked around.

There are many houses scattered in the wilderness near Loktov. Most of them are barns and cattle sheds, but there are very few houses.

Even if there were residential buildings, the locals had fled to the city early and there was not much iron left.

Vasily touched his neck: "What can we do..."

Filipov slapped his thigh: "Yes! The military station gave us canned pickles as cannonballs. That thing is a glass bottle, but the lid is made of iron!"

Vasily looked surprised: "Huh? I'll go. Usually I should have thought of this kind of idea. Why did you think of it this time? Ah~ I understand!"

He looked at Filipov with a half-smile but said, "You're a bad boy if you get too close to the ink!"

Filipov: "Do you think it's appropriate for you to say this as the piece of ink?"

Vasily smiled: "Never mind it, your idea is great, let's go! The jeep probably can't pull it, we'll drive a truck to transport the can lids!"

Then the two of them grabbed Mikhail, who was relatively taciturn, and jumped into the car and drove away.

The scrap metal in the truck body kept clanging.

When they drove onto the road towards Loktov, they suddenly saw people wearing uniforms of the city defense regiment laying mines on the road.

Vasily braked, stopped in front of the mine, and shouted, "Who told you to lay the mine?"

The engineers of the city defense regiment replied feebly: "Commander Alexander Alexandrovich, you guys go over there quickly, the mines haven't been wound up yet."

"Asshole!" Vasily rushed out of the car, rushed forward angrily, grabbed the engineer's collar and lifted him up, "Do you know that Brigadier General Rokossov is scouting the terrain outside? Are you trying to assassinate him? Brigadier?"

Only then did the engineer see the cloak of the Guards, and then heard the name of "that brigadier general". The anger on his face immediately disappeared: "This...the regiment commander ordered us to lay mines! We didn't know that the brigadier general was out. Investigated!"

After saying that, he turned to his subordinates and shouted: "Go and call the regiment leader! Okay, stop digging, stop working!"

After a moment Alexander Alexandrovich came running over: "What's going on? Why did you stop?"

Just as the engineer was about to answer, Vasily said in vain: "Brigadier General Rokossov led a squad to conduct reconnaissance of the enemy. He went to Kalinovka! Are you laying mines here to kill the Brigadier General?"

The regimental commander was shocked: "I don't know! Did the Brigadier General go out for reconnaissance? No one informed me? Our bunkers on both sides of the road didn't report seeing the Brigadier General?"

Vasily: "Anyway, the brigadier general is conducting reconnaissance outside, and he is not allowed to lay mines on the road until he comes back!"

The regiment leader glanced at the unsealed crate containing mines on the road: "It's not good to just leave the mines here and be strafed by enemy planes. We have to move them back to the bunker..."

Vasily: "Well, give us the mines. We are laying out fake minefields under the orders of the brigadier general. For this kind of minefield to be effective, we need to plant some real mines. I think these boxes of mines you have are good!"

"You are buried on the road. If an enemy tank comes over and crushes one, you will know that the road is full of mines. You can blow it up with an explosive cord or something and it will be all over.

"Give it to us, and we can make it real and fake, and we can delay the enemy for longer!"

At this time Filipov said: "Wait a minute, our minefield signs are all written in Prosin. What if the locals can't understand and enter the minefield?"

Vasily: "It's simple, just make up a line of Ant language!"

He continued to look at the garrison leader: "How is it?"

The regiment leader touched his chin: "The box near the bunker can't be given to you. We still have to block the road near the bunker when the brigadier general comes back.

"You can take the rest."

As he spoke, the regiment leader turned around and said to the engineers: "First lay mines in the field, and send someone to guard the roadside. When you see the brigadier general's car, stop it, tell them we have laid mines on both sides of the road, and take the convoy over!"

Vasily nodded with satisfaction: "That's it. Filipov, take the mines and let's go! Get the can lids."

The group leader looked at them doubtfully: "Can lid?"

However, the Guards jeep had already driven away.

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Kalinovka village.

In front of the counter on the first floor of the post office, Dimitri turned the frequency knob to the frequency written in pencil on the title page of the manual, and sure enough he heard the call.

Wang Zhong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but ask: "What are you talking about?"

"Shh!" Dimitri raised his index finger in front of his mouth, cleared his throat, picked up the receiver and muttered a few words.

The other person responded immediately, also in a woo-woo voice.

Prossen gives people the feeling of arguing with someone, which is very similar to the so-called "effective German" I saw in some short videos before traveling.

After the other party finished speaking, Dimitri replied a few words, then put down the receiver and said to Wang Zhong: "The enemy said that the plane will now start loading bombs and refueling, and it will be able to depart in an hour and arrive in two hours."

Immediately some young people cursed: "Damn it! It's really fake!"

"Thank you for the general!"

Wang Zhong ignored the compliments from his subordinates and confirmed: "You mean one hour to reload and two hours to arrive, right?"

"right."

Wang Zhong: "The flight time is one hour!"

As he spoke, he ran directly to the map - this was the monitoring station of the Skitarii. Naturally, there was a map, because they had to record the routes of enemy aircraft every day to provide a basis for rear interception.

Of course, Ant Air Force doesn't have the strength to intercept it now.

Wang Zhong found a compass among the drawing tools nearby, opened the angle against the scale, inserted the steel needle into Kalinovka, and drew an arc in the west with a compass pen.

He didn't know the specific performance of enemy attack aircraft, but relying on the game "War Thunder", he had a vague and general understanding of the speed of most World War II attack aircraft.

This arc was estimated by Wang Zhong based on the fastest speed. The enemy airport must be closer to Kalinovka than this arc.

"Damn!" he muttered, "the enemy's field airfields have advanced to this area. Bogdanovka is going to become a playground for enemy bombers. No, I'm afraid it already is."

At this time, Brother Peter came down from the top floor and said directly to the second lieutenant of the Skitarii: "We are leaving, let's check the car."

Wang Zhong: "Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I heard the news you got from the enemy above. I don't want to stay here and get bombed. Also, you killed the enemy's reconnaissance team, which also contacted the rear. I don’t want to stay in the vanguard of this enemy.”

Before Wang Zhong could speak, the second lieutenant of the Skitarii Army spoke first: "We haven't received an order... Should we ask for permission first?"

"By the time we finish asking for instructions, we have been captured by the enemy. Those heretics will shoot every capable monk. I don't want to die!" the monk said decisively.

During the few days he had just arrived in Loktov for rest, Wang Zhong'e made up a lot of basic knowledge. Proson did not believe in the Eastern Holy Religion, so for Proson, this invasion also had the attributes of a holy war.

Of course, the Holy See in Prosen has also become secular, so the term jihad is not used.

Wang Zhong: "I support Brother Peter. If the Second Lieutenant doesn't want to leave, Brother Peter, just come with us."

Brother Peter didn't see Wang Zhong's little thoughts at all, and nodded: "It's okay. But I think the second lieutenant will leave. After all, he doesn't want to face Prosen's armored army with such a thin force."

Second Lieutenant: "You're right, I'm going to check the car and fill it with gas."

At this time, Dimitri suddenly raised his hand to signal everyone to stop talking, and turned up the volume of the walkie-talkie with a solemn expression.

The Prosen language came from the microphone, and Dimitri listened while checking the signal soldier's manual, picking out the code words he heard one by one.

The conversation on the walkie-talkie lasted for about twenty seconds. After the sound disappeared, Dimitri reported: "Just now I am convinced that the division command vehicle of the enemy's 15th Armored Division called the lead reconnaissance battalion.

"Saying that 'Apple Orchard' is about to be bombed, the reconnaissance battalion should occupy 'Apple Orchard' after the bombing."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows. He couldn't help but think of the famous anecdote about "AF has no fresh water".

The apple orchard is about to be bombed, and the enemy's leading reconnaissance battalion can capture it during the bombing. Then the apple orchard is most likely Kalinovka.

Brother Peter: "This is it. Is the guy in leather clothes you arrested from this reconnaissance camp?"

"No, the ID is from the 220th Motorcycle Reconnaissance Regiment, belonging to the Prossen Air Force." Dimitri took out the seized ID and opened the first page to show it to everyone.

Wang Zhong thought to himself, good guy, the Air Force is organizing its own motorized infantry unit. This is a very German style.

Complaints remain complaints, but what we want to do remains the same: "Let's go...wait a minute, won't the sound array on the roof be demolished?"

At this time, Wang Zhong already regarded the sound array and Brother Peter as his own, and it was absolutely impossible for him to throw this thing away.

Brother Peter shook his head: "It's too late, it's a long time to take it apart."

Wang Zhong was slightly disappointed, but he turned around and left the post office immediately. Then he found several Guards soldiers on the village road surrounding the woodshed, looking at the two legs sticking out of the hole in the roof.

Wang Zhong: "What's going on with you?"

"Report to the general! We are discussing whether to set up homemade booby traps on this man, or drag him out of the hole and put him on the ground. After all, this gesture is too..."

The guard thought for a while before he came up with an adjective: "...humor..."

Isn't that humorous? Such a big man inserting himself into the firewood shed in such a funny manner. Usually this kind of scene only appears in comedies.

Wang Zhong: "There is no need to lay booby traps for this soldier. I put a piece of paper in his pocket and wrote on it: 'White Horse General Alexey Konstantinovich wishes you a happy occupation. I have left you twenty What a surprise, I hope you like it.'"

In fact, there are not so many booby traps at all, but saying more can make the Proscenians more "happy."

Wang Zhong's order was quickly implemented, and then the convoy with one more car left Kalinovka.

When Wang Zhong left the village, he saw the old man who gave him potatoes and a group of grandparents who were too old to walk standing at the entrance of the village.

He stopped the jeep, got out of the car and said to his grandparents: "We still have room in the car, you can follow us. When the Plosans come, we will bombard this place with heavy artillery."

The man who gave the potatoes smiled: "General, you are still worried about this! Are there still people in the village, so your heavy artillery will not explode? In order to save our old bones, the enemy has no losses and can attack with all its strength and let your young men sacrifice their lives. Okay?"

Wang Zhong: "This..."

"You have to blow it up! Isn't that what war is all about? If it kills us so that our sons and daughters can survive, then let's blow it up. We have lived enough anyway.

"I know you mean well, General, but when we get to the rear, we can only consume supplies, and we really can't do any work.

"I have experienced war, and I know how little food will be in the future. It is better... to give it to the children. When you are full, you can kill the enemy."

The other old people nodded together.

Wang Zhong couldn't think of words to respond, so he could only climb into the car and order to drive.

He looked back and saw old people standing at the entrance of the village, as if abandoned in the past.

————

In the evening, Wang Zhong finally completed the investigation of all villages that might be enemy campsites.

When he returned to the city, he unexpectedly discovered that the garrison had arranged for someone to lead the way at the entrance to the minefield.

Arriving at the brigade headquarters, Wang Zhong decided to immediately start interrogating the prisoners, but was stopped by Popov.

"They are Prosen soldiers. They will only constantly report their affiliation, rank, and soldier number." Popov said, "Unless you use some unconventional means."

Wang Zhong asked doubtfully: "Can't we use it?"

Popov: "After all, we are regular troops, and the opposite side is also a regular army. This is inappropriate."

Wang Zhong was about to refute when he saw people from the Tribunal arriving.

Popov: "Look, this kind of thing still has to be left to professionals. Transferring it to the trial court is also more procedurally compliant."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows and found that this seemed to be the case.

So he said: "Of course, we should act according to the rules. Dear judges, thank you for your hard work."

The judge nodded and stepped forward to take away the prisoner who had an expression of "My life is at risk."

Popov said: "Okay, you may be hungry too. Let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

Wang Zhong was indeed hungry. He turned around and said to everyone who accompanied him on the investigation today, as well as the Skitarii who had been brought back: "Let's go and eat. Follow me!"

Then he led the group to the dining hall.

Then, he frowned at the large pots lined up at the canteen's entrance.

It’s all pickles.

Every big pot is filled with pickles!

Wang Zhong admitted that the pickled cucumber was quite refreshing and not bad to eat, but it couldn’t be like this!

At this time, the aunt from the cooking team came out and said: "That frizzy boy, his name is Vasily or something, told you your order and took away the lids of the canned pickles. I saw that so many cans were opened, so I don't want to eat them." It will spoil quickly if left alone, so I’ll try to cook it all and eat it!”

Facing the huge pile of pickles, Wang Zhong shouted: "I'm French - no, where's my Carolingian cook?"