artillery arc

Chapter 393 Pincer Attack
In the early morning of July 7, Wang Zhong looked at his watch and nodded to Pavlov.

Pavlov picked up the phone: "To the artillery position."

Wang Zhong put his hands behind his back and looked at the map. All of it showed the targets that the reconnaissance team had found yesterday. The artillery command post should have prepared a fire plan, and all of these targets would be attacked simultaneously.

Wang Zhong had seen the effect of the fire attack with his own eyes, and the crater was still there in Yeisk. According to the locals, the bombardment was so strong that it shook the ground.

Wang Zhong asked his fellow villagers whether the shelling had caused them any damage, and the villagers’ expression left a deep impression on Wang Zhong: He gritted his teeth and said that it would be worth our death if we could kill the Proshen devils.

It has only been a short time since Prosen occupied Yeisk, but the hatred has already become so deep. If there is peace in the future and some "public intellectuals" defend the Prosen people, Wang Zhong will definitely take out his pistol blessed by the Patriarch and let him cool down.

While Wang Zhong was thinking this, he heard Pavlov shouting into the receiver: "Fire."

He raised his head and could faintly hear the sound of firing from the artillery positions outside the city through the thick walls of the warehouse.

Pavlov stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds.

Wang Zhong noticed his gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I was seeing if you wanted to go out and drive your little tank."

"I really want to drive my little tank. I also want to ride Bucephalus and charge into battle myself. Will you give it to me?"

Pavlov shook his head: "No, of course not!"

"That's it." Wang Zhong shook his head, imagining Pavlov turning into a white-haired beauty countless times. Damn, in a normal cute work, Lyudmila should be the chief of staff!
I was thinking that when I first traveled through time, I saw Lyudmila. This should be the development of a cute work, right?
Pavlov suddenly shivered, and then looked around in confusion: "What's going on? Why am I shivering suddenly?"

Wang Zhong pointed to the ground and said, "Check to see if you have stepped on the accelerator."

Pavlov glared at Wang Zhong and said, "I'm wearing leather shoes, so it won't hurt if I step on it. Do you know about insulation?"

"I don't know. I'm the last one, so how would I understand these things?" Wang Zhong said confidently.

Pavlov shook his head and ignored Wang Zhong.

Oh no, the sense of déjà vu of "My Chief of Staff Can't Be This Cute" is even stronger.

Pavlov was busy with his own things, so Wang Zhong could only run to the radio battalion, because he found that as long as he stood next to the radio, Wang Zhong would be able to get the vision of whichever unit they contacted.

For example, if you call the headquarters of the 225th Division, you can get the vision of the division headquarters - yes, only the vision of the division headquarters, not the vision of the troops under the division.

But many times, just looking at the division headquarters' field of vision and being able to see the situation around it is enough for senior commanders.

So Wang Zhong struck a pose next to the radio area, which he thought was very handsome, and then started to cut around from a bird's-eye view.

He saw the jeep of the 225th Division's advance reconnaissance team hiding at the edge of the grass, and the scouts carrying radios were observing the results of the shelling at close range.

He saw that the 1st Guards Mechanized Infantry Tank Unit, which had already entered the starting position, was nervously waiting for the artillery preparation to be completed.

He saw——

Wang Zhong was switching his observation position at the speed of a professional StarCraft player when he suddenly heard someone whisper next to him, "What is the general doing?"

"I guess he was receiving instructions from Saint Andrew."

Wang Zhong was shocked. How could such an idea come to his mind? I didn't pose in any way that would attract attention.
He quickly turned back to the warehouse perspective, then glanced at his own appearance from a 45-degree angle.

One thing he discovered was that when he was posing, he couldn't understand what pose he was in unless he looked in the mirror.

Damn, if it gets a little more twisted it would be JOJO. No wonder people around are talking about it.

Wang Zhong came back, struck a normal pose, and continued to switch perspectives.

As soon as I cut out, I heard someone gossiping: "Did he hear our discussion?"

"Probably, to hide the fact that he was experiencing spiritual communication."

Wang Zhong wanted to go back and correct them, but then he thought, correcting them would only make things worse, so he might as well just let it go. He would be staring blankly at the bird's-eye view all day anyway, so an explanation would be nice.

So he completely ignored the discussions of the people around him, and concentrated on checking the vision of various units he had accidentally contacted, and grasping the situation on the battlefield.

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At the same time, at the headquarters of the 190th Division of Plosson, the division commander personally held the radio and shouted: "Hello! Hello! I'm under fire! I'm under heavy fire! Damn it, how could the telephone line be bitten off by voles at this time! Damn it! Hello! Hello! I'm under heavy fire!"

The division commander was howling when the curtain of the tent was lifted and two motorcycle messengers came in and shouted, "The defensive position on the western edge was hit by heavy enemy artillery fire! Not only was the position hit, but the artillery shelter behind it was also hit. The anti-artillery bunker on the soft mud ground can't withstand this kind of artillery fire!"

Division Commander: "Don't you realize that we are being bombarded everywhere? Such fierce firepower, the artillery of the entire front is firing at us!"

The division commander had never seen simultaneous artillery bombardment, so he naturally misjudged the scale of the bombardment.

Messenger: "General, we should request reinforcements from our friendly troops."

Previously, the 190th Division and three other infantry divisions were preparing to support Yeisk, but Yeisk was lost all of a sudden. General Bock judged that the four divisions crowded on the grassland without buildings would become sitting ducks for the Ante people's firepower - Rokossov was an expert in using artillery.

So General Polk deployed the four infantry divisions in a staggered manner, and if attacked, they would continue to send troops from the rear, conducting the so-called "wave defense." The commander of the 190th Division shouted to the messenger: "Now is the time to conduct a wave defense. Where are the follow-up troops?"

The messengers looked at each other, and the leading sergeant said, "General, we are just two messengers, and we are here to report to you that our edge position has been severely damaged."

Division Commander: "Now I order you to set off immediately and go to the army headquarters and tell them that we are being bombarded now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the communications officer next to him shouted, "It's connected! The radio is connected!"

The division commander immediately picked up the radio headset and microphone and shouted: "This is 190! This is 190! We are being bombarded!"

The response was: "Louder! Louder!"

"I'm 190, we're under enemy attack!"

In fact, they were not attacked, but in actual combat, commanders at all levels would always exaggerate the attacks they received in order to gain more reinforcements from the higher command. Even the strict Plossans were not immune to this.

"Louder!" The other side still responded.

The commander dropped his things and started cursing.

The communications battalion commander immediately tried to smooth things over by saying, "Our antenna was blown off by a cannon. It's normal that communication is not good with only the antenna in the room."

Commander: "Hurry up and send someone to check the line and connect the telephone line!"

Battalion Commander: "Send people out as soon as the enemy shelling begins, because shelling is very likely to cut the telephone lines!"

The division commander could only pace in the tent. After walking back and forth twice, he suddenly found two messengers still standing in the tent, and shouted angrily: "Why don't you two leave? Go to the army headquarters!"

Sergeant of the Orderly Soldier: "We don't know where the army headquarters is."

It was impossible for the location of the army headquarters to be known to the messengers at the front line, so it was understandable that the two of them stayed behind.

The division commander yelled without further ado, "What did you do? Chief of Staff, tell them!"

At this time, a shell landed outside the tent, and the shock wave of the explosion blew away the tent along with the nails that fixed it.

The division commander's head was covered by the flying tent, and he tossed and turned for a long time before starting to curse.

At this time, the chief of staff handed a piece of note with the headquarters location written on it to the messenger, signaling them to leave quickly.

The two men turned around and ran away on their three-wheeled motorcycles.

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Admiral Poke learned from the 190st Division, which was deployed behind the 191th Division, that the 190th Division was being bombarded.

He clenched his fists and said, "Great! The enemy finally broke through the center. As long as we implement the ladder defense, delay and consume the enemy——"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the army chief of staff: "Our supply has been completely blocked by the enemy's cavalry. All the supply troops are now relying on the Type 2 tanks to retreat and defend. If this situation continues for a few days, the front-line troops will not even have food to eat!"

Admiral Pok said angrily: "I know! I know! But now Rokossov doesn't want to starve us to death, he plans to attack! That way we can defeat him! Rokossov also knows that the cavalry can only sustain itself for a week at most, and he must defeat us within a week! So he plans to defeat our 190th Division first, and then gradually penetrate our defense and arrive here. Do you understand?"

Admiral Poker pointed his finger at the ground.

"Here! This guy must want to capture me alive, just like he captured other generals alive! This is his way of showing off his strength!"

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The 190th Division, the divisional tent was overturned by the shock wave of the artillery explosion.

As soon as the shelling stopped, the division commander tried to restore contact with all units of the division.

The radio antenna was re-erected, the surviving messengers were found, and the surviving motorcycles, horses or bicycles were replaced.

As the division commander was calling out orders, the communicator suddenly shouted, "Division commander, we've got the northern position connected."

The commander rushed over and picked up the headset microphone: "Hello! Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you! Report to the division commander, the enemy armored forces are passing through my position, the enemy armored forces are passing through my position!"

Division Commander: "Where are your anti-tank guns?"

“It was blown up!”

Division Commander: "I'll transfer the assault artillery battalion over there!"

After that, he handed the headset and microphone to the communicator and ordered loudly: "Call the assault artillery battalion, we need them to stop the enemy's tank troops!"

At this time, another communicator shouted: "The southern position has been connected. The enemy is making a detour! It's a pincer attack! We are about to be surrounded!"

(End of this chapter)