artillery arc

Chapter 422: The twists and turns of the film journey
Wang Zhong was in the warehouse at this time, and he was almost dying of anxiety.

——Shit, don’t shoot down the reconnaissance plane! Where did the air force come from?

In fact, it is not easy to blame the Air Force, because Wang Zhong has a good relationship with the Air Force. Although the First Mobile Army does not have the authority to command the Air Force, it often receives care from the Air Force.

It is common for Air Force fighter jets to come over for a visit and provide air defense, and it is even more common for Air Force bomber units to help bomb enemy logistics.

There are also things like providing aerial reconnaissance, sending a wave of 2 troops to land directly on the battlefield and deliver reconnaissance photos, and so on.

Now, logically speaking, we should be grateful that when they learned that the army headquarters in Yeisk was attacked, they immediately came to support us.

But Wang Zhong hoped that they would not be so conscientious at this time.

This action to deceive the enemy was a spur of the moment plan yesterday. After giving the order to prepare fake tanks last night, Wang Zhong immediately reported to the Air Force informing them that they should let the enemy reconnaissance plane go today.

However, the Air Force's fighter unit apparently did not receive orders and directly attacked the reconnaissance plane's engine!
At this time, the Plossen fighter plane arrived and the MiG-3 was driven away from the reconnaissance plane. Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief and began to pray that the reconnaissance plane would not fall.

He even had hallucinations, seeing the engine of the reconnaissance plane that was hit suddenly fall off, then the structurally damaged wings break apart, and the plane plummeted to the ground.

Fortunately, nothing happened and the fighter jet flew out of Wang Zhong's sight.

Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and when he switched back to the camera, he found that everyone was staring at him.

“Uh…” Wang Zhong used all his brainteaser talent to make up an excuse, “I just deduced the changes in the battle situation in my mind, and I was relieved when I got a good result!”

Oh, wait a minute, won't saying this lead to more outrageous speculation?
But, to be honest, it's quite interesting to be misunderstood like this. It's also fun to see how outrageous the rumors about you can get.

For example, Wang Zhong was very amused by the recent mysterious tradition of the Imperial Guards' mechanized infantrymen urinating on the enemy's crotch after killing him. That tradition has spawned many strange rules.

For example, new recruits of the 1st Guards Mechanized Infantry would carry chalk so that they could write on the enemy's helmet after killing him in hand-to-hand combat, indicating that they had killed him so that they could come back and urinate after the battle.

So Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov and Popov and saw the way they were looking at each other in confusion.

Pavlov: "The air defense forces just reported seeing air force fighters attacking enemy aircraft. Should we remind the air force to ignore this reconnaissance plane?"

Wang Zhong: "That would expose us, so let's just leave it as it is. If it doesn't work today, there's always tomorrow!"

"Okay." Pavlov nodded. "We will send another telegram to the Air Force tonight, reminding them not to patrol here for the time being."

"Sure." As soon as Wang Zhong finished speaking, the phone rang.

Because it was right next to him, he picked up the receiver and said, "Army Commander, this is Rokossov, go ahead."

Brother Peter's voice came from the receiver: "General, the enemy reconnaissance plane has a broken engine. I don't know anything about airplanes. Can it return to base? We should advise the Air Force not to attack the reconnaissance plane."

Wang Zhong: "Did you hear the sound of fire?"

"No."

"Are there any other abnormal sounds?" Wang Zhong asked again.

"No, except for the sound of one engine being missing, the reconnaissance plane is operating normally."

"Thank you. Leave the rest to me." Wang Zhong said and put down the receiver.

He had actually checked from a bird's-eye view that there was no fire, but the plug-in could only see the exterior, so he asked Brother Peter if he had heard anything unusual inside the plane.

Since there are no abnormal situations, we can only pray for good luck for pilot Prossen.

Popov: "Brother Peter's call?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, he heard that one of the engines of the Proson reconnaissance plane broke down, but he didn't hear any burning sound, so the fire must have been put out successfully."

Pavlov breathed a sigh of relief. "Just now when the anti-aircraft unit reported that the reconnaissance plane was on fire, I thought it was all over."

Popov: "I'm not familiar with airplanes. How did you put out the fire? With a fire extinguisher?"

Wang Zhong raised his hand and gestured to him: "As long as you cut off the fuel supply, dive shallowly at the same time, and adjust the pitch of the propellers to let the wind blow as much as possible to the engine, there is a certain chance that the fire will be extinguished naturally."

Popov raised his eyebrows: "You are really familiar with airplanes."

Of course, do you understand the value of the Air Combat Brahmin in War Thunder?
Wang Zhong spread his hands and said, "I showed my familiarity with airplanes before, which greatly improved the air force's favorability, so I took the time to learn more about the air force."

"... just to make the Air Force have a better relationship with you?" Popov asked.

"correct."

Popov was shocked: "Sooner or later you will command a front, then you can just give orders to the air force, right?"

"No, it's different. Simply executing orders and executing orders with enthusiasm have different effects." Wang Zhong said.

Pavlov interrupted, "But this time the overly conscientious air force almost ruined our plan."

"That's another matter. Just think about it, they will deal with our enemies with such enthusiasm in the future. This is not a bad thing, is it?" Wang Zhong spread his hands.

----

Outside of Yarvik, at the Ante Air Force Field Airport. "Assholes!" Colonel Koronin, the new commander of the 11th Fighter Regiment, cursed, "You almost shot down the reconnaissance plane and ruined General Rokossov's plan!"

One of the pilots who was scolded defended himself by saying, "We just wanted to leave some bullet holes on the reconnaissance plane so that it would look more realistic. We didn't use cannons anymore, we just used machine guns to shoot at it, and we didn't expect that the engine would be hit by chance. How come the machine guns don't do such good damage normally?"

Several pilots echoed, "Yes, yes. Normally, when our machine guns hit the enemy planes, a series of sparks would be produced, which could be seen from three hundred meters away. But the planes just wouldn't fall."

"Enough! Stop making excuses!" Colonel Corionin cursed, "I told you when we attacked today to stay away from the reconnaissance plane!"

"Wouldn't that be too fake?" some pilots still protested.

The colonel said word by word: "That's better than not being able to send the film back to the enemy! Anyway, if this happens again tomorrow, I'll twist off your heads! Disband!"

The pilots turned around and left the colonel's tent in despair, making faces at each other as soon as they left the tent.

Colonel Corionin looked at these "chosen ones" and could only sigh.

----

Plossen Air Force Major Hans Fried had no idea how long he had been unconscious.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of the plane's self-defense machine gun firing.

For a moment he thought he was still in the air, the machine gunners fighting off enemy fighters.

Then he discovered that the glass in front of him had been shattered, and outside the remaining steel frame was the tall green grass of the Nanant grassland.

——By the way, the plane made an emergency landing.

So what is this gunshot about?
Fred struggled to stand up and checked his body to make sure he was not injured. At this time, he heard the shouts of the Ant people outside.

Guerrilla!
He heard the machine gunners swearing and firing.

This was followed by the sound of a Luger pistol firing, probably from the pilot on board.

Fred immediately climbed into the cockpit and saw the captain, whose lower body was covered in blood, shooting outside with his service pistol.

Fred looked out the window but saw nothing but grass.

But the Ante people were there, for the grass spoke the Ante language.

The captain saw Fred and shouted, "Go and remove the film from the camera gun! And the film from the camera body! Take these to the airport and have them developed! This is important!"

Fred nodded and stepped through the narrow door leading to the fuselage.

At this time, a rifle bullet hit the fuselage, directly making a small hole. The light from the setting sun shone through the small hole, forming a fiery red line.

As Fred crawled across the line, he felt like he was going to get shot at any moment, cold sweats streaming down his face, adrenaline making his heart beat wildly.

He just got to the camera gun, took down the tool box fixed next to the camera gun, and was about to remove the screws to get the film. At this time, he heard the roar of the Ant people outside, and then something hit the cabin door of the plane.

Fred was despairing.

At this moment, the sound of an engine was heard outside and the Ant people were shouting something.

The sound of banging on the door stopped, and at the same time the machine gunner who had been shooting shouted, "Haha! Run, run!"

Major Fred didn't know what was going on, so he could only dismantle the camera gun as quickly as possible.

As he carefully loaded the film into a special iron box, the sound of an engine outside got closer - obviously the sound of a tank.

Then someone shouted in Plossan: "How many are still alive?"

It seems that the rear security forces have arrived.

The captain was shouting: "We have important intelligence and must be evacuated as soon as possible! Please help us!"

Major Fred took the iron box containing the film and tried the hatch, only to find that it had been deformed and stuck by the Ants. So he opened the small maintenance door next to it and struggled to get out.

He saw a Type 2 tank and two half-track armored vehicles, which were obviously a rear patrol team.

The commander of the squad was a lieutenant. When he saw Fred crawling out, he immediately saluted and said, "Major, how can I help you?"

"There is another roll of film on the other side of the plane. Once I have unpacked the film, I need you to send the fastest means of transport to take me back to the field airport in Kalinge! This is very important!"

Lieutenant: "We have a three-wheeled motorcycle patrolling nearby. I can call him over."

"Okay." Major Fred paused, then suddenly remembered the guerrillas, and asked, "Are the guerrillas active?"

The lieutenant smiled bitterly and said, "That's too rampant."

Major Fred put his hands on his hips, looked at the prairie where the Ante guerrillas had sneaked into, thought for a few seconds, and then sighed, "I'll go in a tank."

Lieutenant: "It was the right choice. The sun was setting. Half-tracks are less reliable than tanks when traveling at night."

(End of this chapter)