artillery arc

Chapter 381: Battlefield Interval
After the morning bombardment, the Prosen people seemed to have lost their energy and no longer made any moves.

Wang Zhong finished his breakfast without any interruption, and then Popov came over with a box.

"Come, play chess for a while." Popov said as he opened the box, poured out the chess pieces, and then the box unfolded into a black and white chessboard.

Wang Zhong: "I only know how each chess piece moves."

"Is this true?" Popov's eyes widened.

Wang Zhong: "I am the last one."

"Don't mention your last place. Let's give it a try. If I can beat you easily, I can go out and brag about it." Popov said, sitting down opposite Wang Zhong, pushing the tableware aside, and starting to set up the chessboard. "Anyway, we have nothing to do now. If we don't find something to do, Pavlov will call us to help!"

Pavlov raised his head and glanced at the two people here: "You knew I needed help but why didn't you come?"

Wang Zhong: "No, we still don't interfere with the Chief of Staff's great power."

Pavlov snorted, picked up a stack of documents and handed them to Vasily: "Give it to him for his signature."

Vasily came over obediently with a stack of documents: "The Chief of Staff wants your signature."

Wang Zhong raised his eyebrows: "I was not in the headquarters before, how did you deal with these documents?"

"I signed it before," Pavlov said.

"All you need is to sign! Why are you looking for me?"

"Isn't this to give you something to do?" Pavlov spread his hands. "You still have to thank me."

Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov's bald head and thought that it would be nice if he was a beautiful girl with white hair. This character would become a cute point, and then he could publish a book called "My Chief of Staff Can't Be This Cute."

Unfortunately, the chief of staff is a burly bald man.

Wang Zhong started signing the documents while thinking.

Popov placed the chess pieces on the table and started playing chess with himself.

At this time, a new staff officer was gossiping, and Wang Zhong heard it. He said, "Is it really good to be so leisurely?"

The old staff officer lowered his voice and said: "This is the battlefield. As long as the battle has not started, it is like this. Everyone does their job, kills time, and waits for the moment when the battle starts."

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered that he seemed to have had similar doubts before, but now he has completely gotten used to the calm and peaceful time between battles.

He quickly browsed through the documents. Most of them were about the mobilization of supplies and various miscellaneous matters. They did not require him, the army group commander, to give any instructions. He just needed to sign.

While signing the document, the phone rang. Pavlov picked up the phone and said, "This is the army headquarters..."

As he spoke, air raid sirens sounded outside.

Popov: "It seems that Brother Peter heard the movement of the enemy planes."

Wang Zhong: "The monk has come up? Why don't I see him?"

Popov smiled and said, "You were running around yesterday, so you didn't have time to see them. In fact, the monks and the divine arrows are already in place. Pavlov arranged the positions."

At this time, Pavlov also finished speaking. After putting down the receiver, he said to this side: "Brother Peter reports that there are 24 twin-engine bombers coming towards us."

Wang Zhong: "Sure enough. No Stuka following?"

Pavlov shook his head: "No."

Popov used his black knight to capture the white soldier while saying, "The Intelligence Department has compiled the recent interrogations of captured enemy pilots. It seems that the Prosens have banned the Stuka from bombing key areas that may be defended by the Arrow Team."

Wang Zhong: "The magic arrows are too efficient in killing Stuka pilots, right?"

"Yes, you don't know how many Stukas were destroyed by the God Arrow in the first half of 915. The Knights even formed a mobile God Arrow company. Each company has two half-track vehicles equipped with God Arrow launchers, a Studebaker truck to transport ammunition, a mobile infantry platoon, and a light anti-aircraft artillery platoon.

"Such a company plus a praying hand would run around the war zone performing mobile air defense, specializing in killing Stukas."

Wang Zhong stopped signing and looked up at Popov: "A company like this is only worthy of one praying hand?"

Popov nodded. "Yes, the loss of prayer hands is too great, and there is no way to replace them. The church has already absorbed all prayer hands over the age of fifteen into the army. If there are more losses, they can only use prayer hands aged fourteen. Even if they are used, it will be a drop in the bucket. There are only so many prayer hands born every year."

Wang Zhong sighed: "According to what you said, our group army can still keep the same praying hands as before, but will receive special care?"

When Wang Zhong commanded a division, there were five praying hands in the division.

Now he commands an army group, and there are still only five prayer hands in total - in fact, there is an increase, because Lyudmila has gone to give birth to a child, and a prayer hand was added to take her place.

Popov: "Last year's great defeat caused too much loss. Tukhachev and the late emperor deserve to die."

Last year's great defeat resulted in the loss of more than 20,000 tanks, thousands of heavy artillery pieces, millions of troops, and almost 90% of users of supernatural powers.

Lost troops can be quickly replenished through mobilization, but it is very difficult to replenish supernatural users because they are few in number to begin with.

The church has raised the conscription age to 15, but it is still a drop in the bucket - users of the supernatural are generally lifelong, and even uncles like Brother Peter have to serve, as well as a large number of magic uncles and magic aunts.

So such a huge loss last year cannot be made up at all.

All we can say is that the Prosen people really grasped the weakness of the supernatural forces - small numbers.

In low-intensity local conflicts, these praying hands and sound array masters can play a huge role, but when faced with a large-scale full-scale war, these people will be at a loss.

Because the losses cannot be replenished, they are all disposable consumables.

Wang Zhong: "But even if there are only these praying hands, it has caused a great deterrent to the enemy." "Yes," Popov continued to play chess with himself, but this did not seem to prevent him from chatting with Wang Zhong. "The Inquisitor also got some interesting information. The Proson Academy of Sciences seems to have installed radar on the plane and is preparing to use radar to guide rockets to attack our planes."

Wang Zhong opened his mouth wide: "Radar-guided rockets?"

Popov: “Unbelievable, isn’t it?”

No, I'm kidding, I've killed more than 1000 players in War Thunder with semi-active radar shells!
Wang Zhong: "With the current radar technology of Proson, can that thing be installed on an airplane?"

"It seems to be installed on a four-engine heavy bomber, and the rockets are loaded into the bomb bay and fired from a multi-tube launcher."

Wang Zhong frowned: "Aerial radar-guided semi-active missile arsenal aircraft? Damn, it's quite exciting, isn't it!

But is the performance of current radars and radar missiles sufficient to do this?
Popov: "Maybe it was made up to fool their pilots."

At this time, the sound of anti-aircraft gunfire was heard outside, and it was obvious that Brother Peter heard enemy planes approaching.

Wang Zhong looked up at the sky and said, "It depends on whether our disguise can fool the Plosson Air Force."

The city council building, one third of which had collapsed, was disguised as an army headquarters, and anti-aircraft guns were mainly deployed nearby.

The real army headquarters is still protected by anti-aircraft guns, but the number is very small and well hidden - this is used as a backup.

Also on duty is a praying hand and a magic arrow launcher.

The other four praying hands protected the fake headquarters, the fake logistics center, the real logistics center, and the artillery position respectively.

Popov: "I think it's OK. The Plosson Air Force is pretty easy to fool - that's my feeling, the Army is pretty cunning sometimes."

Wang Zhongxin thought so too.

He changed the angle of view and saw that the flight path of 24 bombers was heading directly towards the fake army headquarters, clearly intending to bomb the headquarters.

Of course, this route also passes through the fake logistics center, and some bombs should be allocated there to bomb.

However, the real logistics center and the warehouse where Wang Zhong was located were not on the enemy's route.

It looks like the deception was very successful.

Wang Zhong switched back to the naked eye perspective and continued to sign documents.

Pavlov said: "Is it true that the enemy is not going to attack today?"

Wang Zhong: "Of course. The Plossen Infantry will only make limited attacks in secondary directions at most. Offense is the job of the armored divisions and armored grenadiers."

Popov: "I heard that the emperor relied on the Junkers' corps of technical officers because they had little influence. Just look at the direction of the Prosen propaganda after Melania and the Carolingian Campaign. The achievements of the infantry divisions were basically ignored."

Wang Zhong: "I heard that they also found a young non-Junker general named Erwin to focus on publicity."

"Yes, it seems his father is an engineer, and he himself was planning to become an engineer."

engineer!
As soon as you hear it, you know that this person has the qualities to become a ruthless man in Tongliao.

At this time, the sound of a bomb explosion was heard outside. Wang Zhong changed the view and saw that the bomb had fallen near the fake headquarters.

Perhaps due to the anti-aircraft artillery positions, the enemy planes dropped their bombs from a very high altitude, so most of the bombs did not hit the city council, one third of which had collapsed.

As soon as Wang Zhong switched back to the original position, the phone rang.

Pavlov picked up the phone: "Army Command. How many enemy planes? Got it."

He put down the phone and reported to Wang Zhong: "Brother Peter heard the sound of enemy planes again, four launches, but there was only one. He guessed it was the enemy's newly modified high-altitude reconnaissance plane."

Wang Zhong nodded. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "Are our artillery positions well hidden?"

"No, the artillery only arrived yesterday afternoon and, like the enemy, had no time to set up well-camouflaged artillery positions."

Wang Zhong: "Then the enemy aircraft reconnaissance has seen everything?"

Pavlov: “Don’t worry, although we don’t have time to hide the real artillery positions, we brought wood and the fake artillery positions have been set up.

"The enemy doesn't need low-altitude reconnaissance aircraft to detect us, so we can't see it at all. We can only try to win by chance."

Wang Zhong was relieved.

Vasily asked, "Will the Prosens suddenly come to their senses and use fake artillery positions to deceive our reconnaissance?"

Pavlov shook his head. "Even if they thought of it, there are no trees to cut nearby. We brought wood from Yarvik as fake targets. After all, fake artillery positions performed well in previous battles."

Just as he finished speaking, the roar of enemy planes floated in from the ventilation windows of the warehouse again.

From Wang Zhong's perspective, he saw a four-engine heavy bomber flying from the west.

However, it is impossible for such a heavy bomber to carry out bombing missions alone. It can only be a newly modified high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft.

Brother Peter was not wrong in his judgment.

At this time Popov said: "So today we will spend the day under constant air raids and artillery bombardment?"

Wang Zhong: "You'll get used to it. Of course, you can also help me sign some documents."

Popov smiled and said, "No, I am the military bishop. This is not within my jurisdiction."

(End of this chapter)