artillery arc

Chapter 68 "Blow the enemy to the moon"

The faces of all the new recruits including Dimitri changed drastically.

Even Gregory looked like he was ready to pounce on Wang Zhong at any time.

But Wang Zhong would not be fooled by such words.

Damn, where did such quick air support come from in World War II? Do you think it was the US military in the Gulf War?

This is not the game "Steel Division 2". I summoned the air force and read a message, and the air force flew over from the edge of the map!
Wang Zhong took a step forward and slapped the officer: "Nonsense! You can't provide air support so quickly! This plane was going to bomb other places and was just passing nearby! You want to fool us and take advantage of our concealment It’s time to cause trouble!”

The officer held his head high: "It seems that you know nothing about the progress of our country's military technology, you stupid inferior!"

Wang Zhong burst out laughing: "There is still military progress. Look at the tank troops that you are so proud of. They are still beaten by our KVs!"

The officer's expression immediately became not so good-looking.

At this time, the sound of the engine came from the southwest and could be heard directly without a sound array.

The officer showed a proud expression, while Wang Zhong pursed his lips and looked at him with a half-smile.

Dimitri: "How about hiding for a while!"

Wang Zhong: "Look at this village. Are there any traces of enemy bombs? This is not the enemy's target, and the enemy's call cannot be responded to so quickly. So isn't the answer obvious?"

The reason Wang Zhongzhen was so calm was that he had already seen the enemy plane from an overhead perspective, and the enemy plane's path did not pass through the village of Kalinovka.

If this were not the case, he would never let everyone take the risk with him to verify whether his speculation was correct.

The roar of the engine continued to approach, and Wang Zhong walked directly out of the yard, stood in the middle of the village road, and looked up to the sky with fearless aura.

Officer Prosen shouted: "You will be beaten into pieces by the machine gun! You will all die!"

Wang Zhong: "Same for you, maybe a little earlier than us."

By this time, the sound of the engine had reached the point where the window panes of the surrounding houses began to shake.

The Guardsmen all pressed against the wall and lowered their posture.

Some of the prisoners simply fell to the ground. Only the officer was still glaring at Wang Zhong in the middle of the road.

Then the sound of the engine faded away.

Wang Zhong turned to look at the enemy second lieutenant: "Where is your air support?"

The second lieutenant's face was ashen.

Brother Peter stuck his head out from the top of the building: "The enemy plane is gone! It's flying to Loktov!"

Wang Zhong opened his arms to meet the admiring looks of his subordinates: "Don't be so surprised. I told you that Proson's air-ground coordination is not that good, and it is impossible to call in the plane so quickly.

“Even if he did call a plane, it would take at least an hour for those guys to fly from the airport!
"And this village has no traces of being bombed at all. It is not a target of the Prossen Air Force!"

Wang Zhong pointed to his temple: "Use your brains more, students. As long as you are smarter than your enemies, you can defeat them!"

The officer stared at Wang Zhong with wide eyes and looked him up and down several times. The contemptuous expression just now disappeared.

He asked in Antese: "Who are you...?"

Wang Zhong: "It seems that the Pulosen people don't know etiquette very much. Shouldn't you tell yourself your family name before asking others for their identity?"

"You are right, I am Second Lieutenant Joseph von Hoffmann of the 220th Motorized Reconnaissance Regiment. Who are you?"

"Alexey Konstantinovich Rokosov, Brigadier General."

Second Lieutenant Hoffman was shocked and subconsciously took a step back. As a result, all the surrounding Guardsmen took a step forward, with several muzzles pressed against his back.

The second lieutenant looked at Wang Zhong again and shouted something in Prosen language.

Wang Zhong turned to Dimitri and asked, "What did he say?"

"General White Horse. The newspapers said the enemy gave you the nickname."

Wang Zhong approached the enemy and smiled slightly: "Yes, I am General White Horse, your unkillable enemy. I will fight until your empire is destroyed."

Second Lieutenant: "Impossible! The empire has won every war since its establishment!"

"Then this!" Wang Zhong pointed to the ground at his feet, "This is its last war! In five years at most, we will completely destroy it!"

The enemy officer's mouth trembled, but Wang Zhong's self-confidence suppressed his thoughts of rebuttal, and in the end, he finally lowered his high head.

Wang Zhong waved his hand: "Get into the car and prepare to evacuate!"

At this moment, the courtyard door next to the post office opened, and an old man came out with a cane and looked at Wang Zhong: "General, are you leaving?"

Wang Zhong: "We will come back."

Old man: "When? Five years from now?"

It turned out that the old man heard what he just said.

Wang Zhong: "Maybe it won't take five years, old uncle."

The old man hesitated to speak, and finally took out a few potatoes from his pocket and stuffed them into Wang Zhong's hand: "I asked my daughter-in-law to run away with the children and belongings. This is all that is left in the house."

Wang Zhong noticed the key words keenly: daughter-in-law. He felt like he knew where his son had gone without asking.

He looked at the potatoes and found that the old man had probably kept them for a long time. It might be the life-saving food he had left for himself.

"Old man, we are full, you should keep these potatoes for yourself." The old man said: "I am already old. During the civil war, I joined the army to fight for the secular faction, but no one wanted me."

The civil war in the Ante Empire was a war between the secular faction of the Eastern Holy Church and the Zongsheng faction. In the end, the secular faction won and deposed the current tsar to the throne.

The old man: "Let these potatoes fight for Saint Andrew for the last time for me!"

Saint Andrew, the founder of secularism, the origin of the Andrew Cross on the imperial flag.

Wang Zhong stared at the old man for a few seconds, then took back the potatoes: "I will make good use of them."

Old man: "You can just throw it at the enemy in a hurry!"

Wang Zhong nodded, and then he thought, why not ask the uncle about the wind direction here?

So he asked: "Uncle, have you lived here for a long time?"

"Lived there all my life."

Wang Zhong: "Then what kind of wind does it mainly blow here this season?"

The uncle smiled: "You are going to shoot here, right? Let me tell you, there is basically no wind at nine o'clock in the evening this season. You can fire at this time and just follow the map coordinates."

Wang Zhong nodded.

At this time, Gregory came over and saluted Wang Zhong: "Your Excellency General, all the loot has been counted. A total of 5 submachine guns, two machine guns, some ammunition, and a motorcycle have been seized!"

Wang Zhong: "Paint our army's logo on the motorcycle and requisition it."

He turned to look at the corpses of Proson soldiers scattered on the street, and added: "Bury grenades under the bodies of these soldiers, and hang pull rings on them to ensure that the grenades will sound when the enemy turns over their bodies."

"Yes." Gregory turned around and ordered, "You have all heard it, take action!"

Then he said to Wang Zhong: "The walkie-talkie has been checked and is not damaged. Dimitri is studying the user manual found on the enemy's communications soldiers."

Wang Zhong nodded and was about to look at the walkie-talkie. He remembered that he hadn't said goodbye to the old man yet, so he looked at him again.

"Go ahead, General!" The old man said with a trembling salute.

Wang Zhong gave him a military salute seriously, and then walked towards his subordinate who was playing with the walkie-talkie.

The old man leaned against the chaimen of the small courtyard, watched Wang Zhong's figure, and murmured softly: "What a brave and young general, may Saint Andrew bless you."

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At the same time, southwest of Loktov, Vasily showed his newly written sign to his temporary subordinate Filipov: "Look at this!"

Filipov stopped the sledgehammer in his hand, rested against the sign he had just hammered into the ground, and said: "Don't let me see it, I don't understand Prothentic."

"What I wrote is: There are no mines here!"

Filipov frowned: "Will it be useful to use such words to scare people? It feels like a child playing tricks on people!"

Vasily: "Let's put a big detonator under this sign, and the enemy will have to believe it. Let's go and insert it over there. It just corresponds to the minefield you just inserted."

Filipov shook his head: "You, if the school instructors find out, they will scold you for being smart!"

"He would also tell me, 'Such cleverness is of no use in a real war!'" Instructor Vasily learned the lesson perfectly.

Filipov: "It's good that you know."

"But you see, the brigadier general asked me to do this. Doesn't he know that I only have a little cleverness? What he must know is that he wants me to use these little clevernesses to surprise the enemy!"

While they were talking, the two of them walked to the place. Vasily threw the sign on the ground and started digging a hole.

Filipov took out the detonator and explosives from his backpack: "How much?"

"Have a piece!"

"So much? This could blow someone up to the moon!"

"Hey, this little clever thing is better to bury too hard than to blow it up hard. It's better to explode it in one explosion so that all the Prosin troops can see it. Then they won't dare to push these signs in the future! Just put one down!"

Filipov dropped a block of explosives and installed the detonating device.

Because they are all likely to be assigned to command engineering teams, they have learned demolition and are very skilled in these things.

Finally, Filipov tied the detonating tab to the root of the brand with wire: "Okay!"

Vasily inserted the sign into the hole and began to fill it with soil.

"Take it easy!" Filipov shouted, "This thing can also send us to the moon!"

Vasily didn't care at all. After filling the soil, he said: "Let's find some tin cans or something and throw them into the field behind. This will make the enemy's mine detectors scream!"

"I support this suggestion," Filipov said, "but where can I find tin cans?"

"Let's buy some from the locals. I have rubles with me." Vasily said and suddenly sighed, "If you don't use it now, you may not have time to use it in the future."

Filipov: "Will the locals who are still here accept rubles?"

"If we don't accept it, just say ours belongs to the Tribunal, and they will accept it," Vasily said.

"We're not wearing blue hats."

"It's simple. We hide our hats and say that we were shot away by enemy bullets on the way here! Come on, Filipov, give the Prossen people a surprise!"

(End of this chapter)