artillery arc

Chapter 156 Iron Flow
Wang Zhong: "Thank you, Duke, for your concern. Although we said we were requesting a response when we sent the telegram, we never expected that we would meet with a response force so soon."

"We didn't expect it either. We originally expected to have a night battle with the enemy, but we didn't expect that the enemy would camp far away from the road along the way. We set up defensive positions along the roadside and rushed over all the way." Skedu Rzeski scratched his head, "Why didn't the enemy camp on the roadside?"

Wang Zhong pretended to be innocent: "Yes, why?"

But he immediately thought of his worries just now, and said: "We still have a large number of troops behind us, including the ordinary people of Aolaqi. They can't walk fast and will be wiped out by the enemies on both sides of the road after daybreak."

Skoduzheski smiled: "Don't worry, we will help you. As long as you make the enemy dizzy first, the enemy will have no time to attack your people. The reason why I didn't provoke the enemy before was to respond to you as soon as possible. Now I can finally enjoy it." Deal with these Prosen devils, I’m so frustrated.”

After that, he saluted Wang Zhong: "Please go to Shepetovka as soon as possible. We will attack the enemy and disrupt the enemy's deployment as much as possible."

Wang Zhong replied: "I wish you good luck."

Skrduzzewski: "I prefer to listen to 'Saint Andrew Is with You.'"

Wang Zhong: "Saint Andrew is with you."

Skoduzheski grinned at Wang Zhong, turned around, climbed onto his tank, and ordered over the radio: "Everyone get off the road and make way for the 151st Division troops and Orachi residents. The First Battalion follows me and get off the road to the left. The second battalion goes to the right, and so on!
"We are going to defeat the enemy, cheers!"

After the order was issued, the BT tanks of the First Battalion of the 10th Tank Corps turned down the road uniformly and rushed towards the enemy camped in the distance.

At this time, all five T34s passed in front of Wang Zhong, and then trucks carrying wounded soldiers, women and children mixed with walking infantry units and passed in front of Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong looked at this army and suddenly felt a little unwilling.

Lyudmila looked at Wang Zhong's profile and said nothing.

At that time, he had strong troops and a temporary infantry division with 8000 troops plus logistics and labor, which far exceeded the combatants of the general Ant Infantry Division.

Lyudmila asked doubtfully: "Why are you parked on the side of the road?"

It's good now. There are only six tanks left in terms of technical weapons, and the number of soldiers has also been greatly reduced. It feels like we have returned to before liberation.

Of course, he had foreseen that the losses would be huge as early as when he was stationed in Aolaqi. The main thing that made Wang Zhong unwilling was that he could not persist for the time he envisaged.

Wang Zhong stood on the turret of the tank and watched the troops of the 151st Division drive past.

Wang Zhong: "Send the order. The remaining tanks will be responsible for guiding the advance. If enemy troops are blocked, they should attack as hard as possible to ensure that the infantry and civilians can pass!"

The enemy had only been stuck for two days and made a decisive decision to bypass Orachi.

The tank that had been following immediately overtook the tank No. 422. When passing the No. 422 tank, the tank commander and gunner got out of the turret and saluted Wang Zhong and the No. tank.

Wang Zhong: "Until I captured Prosonia, I had nothing to be proud of. In other words, winning this war completely is the moment I should be proud of."

Lyudmila gently stroked Wang Zhong's head: "Don't blame yourself so much. You have already fought well. We faced the enemy's strength of at least three tank divisions, held on for three days, and finally broke out. This is not enough. Are you proud?"

When he came to Aorachi, he was very ambitious and planned to stay here for a week.

Everyone's face is full of fatigue, everyone is injured, and the white bandage shows a little bit of red, everyone -

Wang Zhong: "I want to see my troops and see what kind of bear the troops that have worked so hard for so long are now beaten into."

This order was immediately carried out, and No. 422 drove off the highway.

The second battalion drove down the road to the right and rushed towards the enemy on the right - from Wang Zhong's perspective, the left.

In addition, he has so many technical weapons, from cannons to T34 tanks.

After the messenger ran back on horseback, Wang Zhong said to the driver of tank No. 422: "Belyakov, get off the road and drive to the muddy ground on the side."

He lost the city he planned to defend for seven days, lost almost all his technical weapons, suffered heavy casualties, and lost contact with his accompanying bishop and most of the church monks.

How should defeat be defined? This should be called a defeat!

Wang Zhong was thinking about this when he suddenly saw Brother Peter mixed in with the advancing infantry.

The monk carried a Mosin Nagant on his back and walked struttingly on the road, gnawing carrots as he walked.

Wang Zhong: "Brother Peter!"

The monk is worthy of being a person with "early ears". Even without the assistance of the sound array, he still heard Wang Zhong's words in an environment filled with the sound of gunfire and artillery created by the Tenth Army.

The monk raised his head and waved to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong didn't say anything. At this time, he saw another truck, stumbling over, and the driver turned out to be Deputy Knight Yetsemenko.

The monk looked very tired and could lie down on the steering wheel and fall asleep at any time. When he saw the tank on the roadside, he suddenly got excited, cheered up, and paid attention to Wang Zhong.

The deputy knight's car was filled with wounded people and women. Wang Zhong only saw the face of the bad-tempered Ekaterina being pushed to the edge, looking angry.

Ekaterina saw Wang Zhong and immediately pouted to express her dissatisfaction.

Nelly suddenly said: "Why is that little one pouting?"

Wang Zhong glanced at Nellie and thought to himself, how could such a little kid have the nerve to laugh at someone's short stature?

After the deputy knight's car drove by, there was a queue of female workers in the division: including the field laundry team and the field cooking team.

The girls carried their own "guy stuff," everything from laundry tubs to washboards to marching pots. Although they looked tired, they were in high spirits.

Then came the team of Skitarii. There were not many Skitarii following Wang Zhong's main division, and it was unknown where the remaining Skitarii and Popov were.

Behind the Skitarii were troops without Guards cloaks, probably a battalion of the 422th Beshensk Regiment. They were laughing loudly as they walked. They stopped when they saw Wang Zhong and Tank No. , looking at them with admiration. Wang Zhong looked up at the top of the tank.

Lyudmila noticed this and asked: "Don't you say something? Everyone trusts you so much - looks at you with such admiration."

Wang Zhong shook his head: "What can I say? I originally thought I lost the battle this time, but now everyone is looking at me like a winner. What else can I say?"

He didn't realize he was repeating "what else can I say" again.

As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, he was suddenly hugged by Lyudmila.

Lyudmila stroked Wang Zhong's hair and said softly: "You have done a good job, that's why everyone looks at you like this. Relax, we will achieve real victory in the future, Instead of leaving the city in embarrassment like now."

Wang Zhong thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of burying his face in the gentle countryside.

I don’t know how long it took, Lyudmila let go of her hand, pulled away slightly, looked at Wang Zhong’s expression, and grinned: “That’s right, the iron-fisted warrior can’t show that melancholy look just now. Yo."

Wang Zhong was quiet for a few seconds and said thank you to the girl.

At this time, the white color of fish belly gradually appeared in the east. I don’t know if it was because of the morning light, but Wang Zhong’s perception of the whole scene changed.

Wang Zhong found that everyone's eyes were full of high fighting spirit, as if they were ready to join the battle again at any time and fight the enemy to the last shot.

This expression does not look like that of a defeated army.

I didn't notice this just now, probably because it was dark at night.

At this time, Wang Zhong saw Vasily and Filipov in the team, and they also successfully broke through the encirclement.

So Wang Zhong shouted to Vasily: "Son of the music professor, sing a song!"

Hearing the words "son of a music professor", Vasily showed an expression as if he had eaten a fly. But when he saw that the speaker was Wang Zhong sitting on tank No. 422, he immediately swallowed the fly and returned it. Say delicious expression.

Vasily: "Filipov! Drum!"

Filipov: "Are you sure? I'm so tired!"

Vasily: "Major General Rokossov wants to listen to music! Just fight!"

Wang Zhong heard this and shouted again: "War comes and goes, but music will last forever! Filipov, music is needed at this time!"

Filipov took out his folding marching drum and started beating the drums.

Vasily started to sing "Tanya Tanyusha" again.

The cheerful songs seemed to make the team move faster.

The two of them just walked past Tank No. 422.

At this time, the sun had completely come out, and the sunlight fell on the tank and Wang Zhong's shoulders.

Before Vasily, who had already walked away, could sing another song, the female worker walking in the team spoke.

"My loved ones are at the front."

Lyudmila frowned: "This is a song from the civil war..."

More female labor camp workers joined the chorus:

“No one grieves as much as he does.

"He was loading cannonballs,

"While thinking about me...

“A letter has come, and it’s stamped with the official seal!

"My dear ones died on the battlefield.

"Oh, oh, oh, my dear~
"Lie down by the wild tree!

"His temples, those golden temples,
"Tell the wind to blow it into a mess!
"His eyes, those passionate eyes,
"Tell the crows to peck it into two holes!"

Wang Zhong pursed his lips. The arrangement of this folk song was mediocre and the lyrics were all in vernacular, but the sadness in it deeply captured his heart.

Miraculously, despite all the sadness, no one on the road was afraid.

Rather, this sad song made their steps even more determined.

Like a rushing iron stream.

(End of this chapter)