artillery arc

Chapter 436: Run away!
At noon on July 915, 7, the First Mobile Army's retreat had been underway for almost six hours.

Wang Zhong was still in the headquarters converted from a warehouse, watching the staff burn the documents that they were not going to take away.

Because he was unsure whether the enemy would be fooled, Wang Zhong chose to stay and lead the rear guard troops, while Popov went to the local church to supervise the retreat of the locals.

If all the local people are evacuated, the enemy will not be able to hire civilian laborers when they arrive here, and the overall advancement speed will be slowed down, so Popov's job is also very important.

As for Pavlov, he is now directing his staff to burn things, and after the burning is completed, he will set out at night with the staff clerks of the army group headquarters.

Wang Zhong put his hands on his hips, looked at it for a long time and felt bored, so he turned around and asked Vasily: "Can you deceive the enemy?"

Vasily blinked and said, "Why? You have prepared the rear guard. If things don't work, you can still hold them off, right?"

Wang Zhong scratched his cheek. "That's what I said, but the casualties are huge. As you know, our group army has many veterans and high school students. It's really painful to lose them. Especially with so many high school students I asked for from everywhere. I hope they can survive as much as possible. They will be the backbone of the army in the future!"

Vasily glanced at Wang Zhong's profile and said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you how I arranged it. You'll understand after you listen!"

Then Vasily began to talk about what he had arranged.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Zhong scolded, "You arranged it very well, but you could have let me know. Why did you have to make a set to deal with my review?"

Vasily: "I'm not sure if you would agree to burn the fake attack plan. It's a bit too risky. What if Proson's intelligence officers are not so good at associating? Wouldn't that be bad?"

Wang Zhong blinked and said, "Indeed, they can be really rigid when they become rigid. I have seen this before."

Vasily: "So you see, you were right to prepare for the rear guard!"

Wang Zhong was about to reply when Nellie came over with a tray and said, "Eat something. The cooking team has left, and there will be no hot meals later."

Wang Zhong sniffed: "Walnut sauce?"

"Yes, the locals took out all the good things they had hidden and didn't want to leave them for the Prosen people, so the meal this morning was particularly sumptuous," said Nellie.

Wang Zhong picked up the bread, broke it in two, stuffed one half to Vasily, and stuffed the other half into the walnut paste and stirred it. When he took it out, the bread was full of walnut paste, and the sauce dripped onto the tray.

He bit into it with relish, the aroma of walnut butter spreading in his mouth.

It would be better if the bread didn't taste like hard wood.

Oh, I can’t imagine how delicious this walnut paste would be when used to dip fried dough sticks. What a pity.

Wang Zhong munched on the bread with a crunching sound and reached out to pinch a piece of pickle and put it into his mouth. At this moment, he truly felt that he had become a Russian - no, an Ant.

When he thought of this, he felt very clearly the weight of the clay iron box containing Kosalia on his waist.

This time, the retreat would take them even further away from the black soil of Khazaria.

Although Wang Zhong knew that he would be able to fight back in the future, he still felt melancholy.

When I return to Khazaria, I must visit the graves of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and my father, and bring the best wine. Unfortunately, I don't know where the Prosen people buried them yet.

When we recover Khazaria, we will surely capture many Prosen prisoners, and we will then interrogate them harshly.

Wang Zhong thought about these things silently, and even made the part of the bread without the dipping sauce.

Nellie raised the glass of milk: "Drink some milk. Eating bread like this is not good for your stomach."

Wang Zhong finally broke free from his thoughts, took the milk and drank it all in one gulp.

At this moment, Brother Peter dodged two groups of staff who were moving things and squeezed into the warehouse.

When he saw Wang Zhong, he shouted from afar: "General! The reconnaissance plane! The reconnaissance plane is coming!"

Wang Zhong: "Got it! Don't worry, we are not afraid of reconnaissance planes this time!"

After he finished shouting, he added quietly: "If the enemy takes the bait."

Vasily said as he ate: "I think it's a good idea to take the bait. If it doesn't, they are preparing artillery fire on our positions now."

Brother Peter shouted again: "Then I will retreat! Damn it, when will I not retreat!"

The moment he said this, Wang Zhong felt that many people in the room raised their heads.

Yes, when will we stop retreating?
Everyone wants to know this question.

So Wang Zhong shouted with all his might: "At the end of this year! I promise you, we will start to fight back at the end of this year! After the end of this year, we will not retreat again!"

Brother Peter heard it, stood there and stared at Wang Zhong for a few seconds, then raised his hand high and gave a thumbs up: "Saint Andrew bless you, General!"

After saying that, the monk turned around and swaggered out of the warehouse following the people who were moving things.

Vasily: "Is it really possible not to retreat at the end of the year?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, trust me."

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Proson reconnaissance plane No. 510. The observer shouted: "The Ants on the ground are retreating! It's the same as the intelligence we got! Damn, it looks like they are really retreating!"

Because it's true.

The captain's voice came from the intercom: "The enemy didn't burn the tires to create black smoke. If they were really retreating, how could this be possible?"

"That's right, cunning Rokossov." The observer agreed, "I think we can send a radio message to the headquarters to confirm. The Ants are really deceiving the enemy, and the attack should begin soon!"

Telegraph operator: "I sent a message?"

"Send the message!" the captain said, "We're going to teach Rokossov a lesson this time!"

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Schultz was personally inspecting the fortifications at this time.

"This tank bunker is well dug, but the tanks will be blocked from firing when they move in by the grass." Schultz looked toward the prairie in the east, "We need to burn all the grass. Organize people to create firebreaks, and light them when the wind direction is right! We're not going to attack anyway, so there's no point in storing so much fuel."

"Yes, General!" the commander of the Panzergrenadiers replied immediately.

Schultz continued along the defensive line.

The armored grenadiers all took off their shirts and wielded engineering shovels enthusiastically, digging tank bunkers, digging foxholes, and filling woven bags with soil to make sandbags.

As Schultz walked, he said, "Keep up the pressure! Let Rokossov get a bloody head! Let him know that we, Prosen, are good at defense! Let him see what the Imperial Fortress is!"

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Within the Prosen Empire, the Eagle's Nest.

Gilais looked at the newly updated map and said, "I don't think something is right, Your Majesty. The enemy's flank collapsed too quickly. It doesn't look like they have added troops. If Rokossov wants to attack, he will definitely send more troops to block our right hook."

The emperor also crossed his arms over his chest: "It is indeed a bit strange... But could everything sent down below be a sophisticated scam? After analyzing the body, we buried that Rokossov confidant with great honor!"

Gilais: "Last year, Rokosov claimed to have planted many booby-trapped mines in the village of Khazaria. Even now, our logistics transport personnel stationed in this village are still worried.

"This person is very good at deceiving."

Emperor: "If it were only the documents on that confidant, I might be suspicious. But the Kratt Bureau also mentioned the possibility of Rokossov's attack."

Giles: "The Kratt Bureau also provided information that indicated that Rokossov would not attack."

"Of course, contradictory intelligence is common, and we need to make judgments at this time." The emperor looked at the map, "Rokosov's goal is to contain us and cover the retreat of the Borsk Front to Raoul Mountain. This goal has not been achieved yet, at least not completely. The enemy's heavy troops in Borsk are concentrated, and some troops are 60 kilometers away from Raoul Pass. No, he will not retreat."

Giles: "But... our army on the southern front doesn't have the strength to completely wipe out these troops. The supply lines are too long, and they are all grasslands with poor infrastructure.

"The grasslands of Nanant are different from those of Khazaria. Khazaria is full of villages. Its infrastructure is worse than ours, but much better than Nanant. Khazaria can hire more local laborers... But in Nanant, the enemy can evacuate all the residents together!"

The emperor was shocked. After walking back and forth in the map room several times, he said, "Let the air force try hard. Maybe they can kill the remnants of the defeated army retreating to the mountain pass. Even if they can't kill them, it doesn't matter. There are mountains over there, no resources, not much industry, and no oil.

"Our main goal is to go east and reach Abavakhan! To do this we must stop Rokossov's counterattack!"

Gilais nodded solemnly.

----

After that, a few days passed.

Rokossov did not attack at all.

July 7, Yeysk.

Schultz entered a house, went straight to the kitchen, and opened the lid of the stove.

There was a firewood that had not yet gone out.

At this time, the messenger entered the room and reported loudly: "General, we have checked all the houses and found fires in the stoves. It is obvious that the enemy left not long ago! We also found traces of horse feeding in the stable. It is estimated that they were left by the enemy cavalry!"

Schultz took a deep breath and said, "Rokossov left behind cavalrymen, and they burn stoves and create smoke every day to deceive us! Damn it, I want to go out of the city to see what's going on with the tanks outside!"

Twenty minutes later, Schultz broke a piece of mud off the "tank," and underneath it appeared the gray paint of a Plosson tank.

"What the hell?" he cursed, suddenly became hysterical, snatched the guard's rifle, and smashed the surface of the tank with the butt of the rifle.

Because of the hot weather and lack of water, the mud had dried up and became very brittle, and it all collapsed when hit.

Then Proson's black cross and tactical number were revealed.

This is a destroyed Plossen tank.

"Rokosov, ahhhh!" Schultz screamed to the sky, "One day I will kill you!"

(End of this chapter)