artillery arc

Chapter 501 Commander Davarish occasionally abuses his power for personal gain

Dozens of minutes later, Major Romanov of the 21st Heavy Tank Regiment, who had received the complete order, saluted Wang Zhong: "General, I salute you for the last time!"

Wang Zhong: "Don't do it for the last time, you must come back alive!"

The major smiled, "That depends on whether the Prosens are willing to do so. They have been equipped with new anti-tank guns, and the KV's armor is not as reliable as it was last year."

Wang Zhong could only say: "Cooperate fully with the infantry and make full use of the rugged terrain. The enemy's anti-tank guns will not be able to push to your side so easily."

"Got it." The major saluted Wang Zhong again, "I'm leaving now."

Wang Zhong returned the greeting solemnly and then watched the major leave.

Pavlov: "KV, last year a KV could stop the enemy for a day and a night, but now the KV is just a target in the face of the enemy's rapidly increasing anti-tank firepower. So when can the heavy tank you requested be produced?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "How should I know? I am just the one who makes the request. How and when it will be implemented depends on the designers below."

After all, Wang Zhong’s plug-in has nothing to do with military production. Although he studied science, he does not have the ability to make various military equipment by hand.

If we are unlucky, the design requirements proposed by Wang Zhong in August may not be completed in two years, and the time it takes to be put into combat will be even shorter than that of Earth's IS-2 and T3485.

Wang Zhong waved his hand and said, "I'm going to investigate. I'll leave the headquarters to you, old friend."

Pavlov: "Don't worry, if it's just about sending troops to the front line, I'm better than you."

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When Wang Zhong arrived at the Air Force Reconnaissance Regiment's base, the pilots were all startled and stood up immediately: "General! Why are you here?"

Wang Zhong: "We are here to borrow a plane to take off. You will know when you see Emilia behind you."

The pilots looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally the regiment commander asked, "Didn't they say the enemy was attacking? Why are you leaving the headquarters at this time?"

Wang Zhong: "My chief of staff and I have a clear division of labor. When the enemy attacks, he is responsible for continuously sending follow-up troops to the front line. He does this better than me, so there is no need for me to intervene. So I come here to scout, find the enemy's flaws, and change the entire situation."

"Oh, I see." The pilots nodded.

Emilia: "Which reconnaissance plane has been completed?"

"It's all done, but you see, the airport is now busy sending bombers to support the front line, and there is no time to refuel our reconnaissance plane. The plane's ammunition has not been loaded, and the machine guns and cannons are out of shells."

Wang Zhong: "Just say my order, refuel and add ammunition to the best-condition aircraft. Also, I want the 47th Attack Aircraft Regiment to send a P1000 squadron to escort, and each aircraft in the squadron will carry two -pound bombs."

"You are the commander of the front, you have the final say."

At this time, a jeep with the Air Force logo drove over and swerved in front of Wang Zhong. The Air Force Commander got out of the car as if he was thrown out of the car. He stood in front of Wang Zhong and saluted: "General! The headquarters called to say you were coming, so I hurried over from the Air Force headquarters bunker!"

Wang Zhong: "Call me Commander Dawasili, call me General - you and I are both generals, no one can tell the difference."

"Yes, Commander Davarish! What are your instructions?"

Wang Zhong: "Refuel the reconnaissance planes, load their ammunition, and choose the 4th Attack Aircraft Regiment to escort them this time. I will find a way to point out their targets so that they can bomb them to their heart's content!"

Air Force Commander: "Then we can hang a smoke bomb on you. It won't add much weight. When you throw it down, it will produce colorful smoke, which is perfect for indicating targets to the air fleet."

Wang Zhong: "Won't it affect the dive bombers' aiming?"

"No, it's not that kind of thick smoke. It's more like a colorful streamer. We made it to prevent the Prosen people from using target designation missiles. Their ground troops use this to indicate targets for the Stukas." The Air Force Commander said excitedly, but his excitement immediately cooled down visibly.

He sighed and continued, "We have distributed some of these things to the front-line troops, but they haven't used them at all, or they have used them but haven't communicated well with the bombers in the air!"

Wang Zhong knew without hesitation that they had allocated smoke bombs to the temporary infantry division that had no combat experience.

Wang Zhong: "Next time, try assigning this thing to the naval infantry. They are well-educated, proactive, and know how to use advanced equipment."

Air Force Commander: "Okay, I'll try. Also, the plane will be ready in half an hour! Please go to the Air Force headquarters during this time, so that you can be the first to know any news from the front."

Wang Zhong: "No, I have a walkie-talkie with me. If something goes wrong, Chief of Staff Pavlov will call me. I prefer to stay with the soldiers. I mean, with the pilots."

"We are your soldiers, too." The head of the reconnaissance aircraft regiment said proudly, "You have become our role model. You brought back so much intelligence in one reconnaissance and took clear photos of the target. Our military bishop has already started a campaign to learn from you."

The leader looked at the man dressed as a priest next to him.

The bishop immediately said, "General, please take a look! This is the score sheet we made. Whoever takes a photo of a valuable target will have his or her photo posted here, and the entire crew will get points! When the points reach a certain level, you can apply for a medal!"

Wang Zhong was listening to the explanation with great interest. He suddenly interrupted and said, "You can't just give out medals. You have to give out vodka and cigarettes as well. We have already passed the most difficult time last year. We still have enough alcohol and cigarettes!"

The priest was embarrassed: "We are pilots. We are treated much better than infantrymen. We are given rations of cigarettes and vodka."

Wang Zhong smiled: "You guys! Your treatment sounds better than mine!"

"That can't be possible. You have Chef Seris! It's all over the place lately," the pilot said, still keeping the topic in suspense. He looked around at the people around him before saying, "That chef can cook a piece of tofu or an eggplant so well that the aroma can be smelled from a block away!"

Wang Zhong thought to himself that was not the case. The braised tofu and eggplant were both cooked over high heat, so the smell was quite strong. Once the oil was heated, the smell would be everywhere.

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind: "So, whoever has enough points, I will ask my Seris chef to treat you to a meal. I will eat with you and my orderly will pour you some wine!"

The pilots who were originally noisy all became quiet and looked at Wang Zhong.

The flight leader asked on behalf of everyone: "Really?"

Before Wang Zhong could answer, a pilot shouted, "Can I dance with your orderly?"

Wang Zhong: “That won’t work!”

That's my orderly! I don't have a harem, but I can't dance!
But Wang Zhong immediately said: "But you can dance with the nurses in the field hospital!"

The pilots cheered, but some were still unsatisfied: "Where are the girls from the laundry team?"

Wang Zhong: “Dance together!”

"Hurray!" the pilots cheered in unison.

At this time, a ground crew major ran over and saluted: "Report to the general! The plane is ready! The fuel and ammunition are full. Here is the maintenance list, please sign it, pilot!" Emilia took the maintenance list - that is, the maintenance list: "I have to see it in person. But please come with me, general."

"Okay!" Wang Zhong nodded decisively, and before leaving, he said to the bishop who was accompanying the army, "The situation of your competition is very good! We should promote it! In addition, I think we can let the 4th Attack Aircraft Regiment and the 5th Attack Aircraft Regiment compete to see who can blow up more trains. We can also try fighter planes!"

"Yes!" The military bishop saluted Wang Zhong, as if he had received some extremely important task.

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Thirty minutes later, Wang Zhong was flying over the west bank of the Valdai River.

In order to avoid being hit by the Prosen people's small-caliber anti-aircraft guns, Emilia flew at 3000 meters in the air this time.

P47 fighters were ready to dive down and drop bombs at an altitude of 5000 meters.

In addition, listening to the conversation on the radio, there should be a squadron of Yak aircraft nearby, but they were fighting the enemy and probably did not notice Wang Zhong's plane and the P47 in the air.

Wang Zhong could hear the pilot's urgent shout in his earphones: "Sergei! Circle right! Circle right! The enemy is behind you!"

"Where did he go? I lost my target!"

"Misha, don't follow! If the enemy pulls up, let him go!"

"I can't go back, Ivan, I can't go back."

Although Wang Zhong had been scouting the ground, he still felt uncomfortable after hearing these conversations.

Currently, the Air Force fighter units are still flying a modified version of the Yak-1. When the new engine that he negotiated for in the United States arrives this year, the engine can be upgraded and the pilots can fly the Yak-3, which is known as the "low-altitude perpetual motion machine."

He quietly wished the pilots good luck, while marking the location of the enemy's riverside observation post on the aviation map and taking a photograph.

At this time, Emilia said through the intercom: "The last time you did that reconnaissance, it was so accurate, so you are really one of my kind, right?"

Wang Zhong: "No, I just felt that there was something wrong there."

“I also knew by feeling that there were enemies three kilometers away.” Emilia replied, smiling, “Don’t play tricks on me. Maybe I’m the only person in the world who can fully understand you.”

Wang Zhong just smiled.

Suddenly, Emilia said, "Wait a minute! I feel something! I need to leave the current route first!"

Wang Zhong: "What's wrong? Do you sense a high-value enemy target?"

"No, I sense a very high value target for you."

As she spoke, she circled right without waiting for Wang Zhong's permission and flew towards the east bank of the Valdai River.

Wang Zhong looked confused. The 4th Attack Aircraft Regiment also heard a question from the radio: "What's going on? You're off course, General!"

Wang Zhong: "Follow me, don't lose me. Emilia said there is a target that is very valuable to me."

"look down!"

The plane turned sideways, allowing Wang Zhong to easily see the ground below through the cockpit glass.

He looked down and saw the blonde girl with her arms outstretched as if she wanted to embrace the sky.

Even without switching to a bird's-eye view, Wang Zhong knew who he saw.

Lyudmila, the love of my life.

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When Lyudmila saw the bomber, she didn't pay much attention, but suddenly, she felt something.

She looked up and stared at the plane which was growing larger.

Then he started running.

Because of the reduction in transport capacity caused by enemy bombing, these non-critical personnel were required to get off the vehicle and walk the last fifty kilometers.

Of course, as the wife of the front commander, Lyudmila could receive special treatment, but she chose to walk the last distance with the young nurses.

Now, she ran up the dirt pile beside the road, opened her arms and shouted to the sky: "Hey! I'm here!"

The plane flew over her head, and the wind created by the engine made Lyudmila's long hair flutter wildly.

This moment lasted less than a second, and then the sound of the plane's engine quickly faded away.

But Lyudmila stood on the mound and laughed.

Nellie climbed up the dirt pile in confusion: "Who's on the plane?"

"Have……"

At this time, the plane flew back and danced in the air like a fairy.

Lyudmila covered her mouth but still laughed.

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Wang Zhong looked at the ground and said softly, "Okay, don't delay the reconnaissance mission."

Emilia: "Damn it, I would actually help a man please another woman."

Wang Zhong: "Thank you for the Fairy Dance. Thank you so much."

As he spoke, he looked down at Lyudmila on the ground and whispered in his heart:
——This is the most romantic thing I can do for you in this cold and cruel battlefield.

(End of this chapter)