artillery arc

Chapter 519 This is our passionate combination
Emilia's voice was full of confusion: "What's going on?"

"Don't you feel it?"

As they were talking, the plane flew over the Plossen air defense position.

Only then did Wang Zhong notice that the enemy on the position was drinking coffee.

Drink! Coffee!
They also looked up at the red Pe3, as if they were commenting on something.

Emilia: "Oh my god, there seems to be an anti-aircraft artillery position below! Oh my god! Fortunately they are not on alert, otherwise we would have been shot down!"

Wang Zhong: "Is your perception limited to hostility? You can't sense it if the enemy is not hostile, right?"

"I don't know." Emilia's voice was filled with helplessness. "I submitted a report to my superiors, saying that they should test my perception and ask the Royal Scientific Committee to form an expert group or something. But it's been three years since I submitted the report, and no one has come to test me. Instead, many people want to date me."

Wang Zhong asked seriously: "Have you agreed?"

"What? Test? No one came to test. It's not that I don't agree..."

"I said date."

"No, I hate fake officers. Is this the right time to talk about this? You have a wife, right?"

Wang Zhong: “Just curiosity.”

At this time, he noticed a large building on the bird's-eye view map. It might be a nobleman's manor. There were four buildings in total, and the main building was a three-story house.

Because of the distance, the entire building was shrouded in the "fog of war", and it was unclear whether there were any Prosen troops stationed inside, or whether the Prosen military flag was flying.

Moreover, this building deviated significantly from the flight path of Pei 3, so Emilia would definitely not pass by it if she flew straight ahead - she would not even be able to fit the building into Wang Zhong's 2.5-kilometer highlight range.

Wang Zhong: "Correct course 30 degrees to the right."

“Another anti-aircraft gun?” Emilia asked as she moved her hands, causing the plane to tilt to the right.

"No, I saw a courtyard of a landlord's house. It feels like at least a headquarters. Let's go and take a look." While Wang Zhong was speaking, the plane's tilt had been restored. Emilia completed a 30-degree adjustment, and now the flight path of P3 was pointing directly at the noble manor.

The plane, flying at a speed of over 400 kilometers per hour, arrived over the compound in the blink of an eye.

From Wang Zhong’s bird’s-eye view, a large number of “red names” suddenly appeared below. If this were an online game, it would be scary to see so many red names refreshed in an instant.

Wang Zhong was dazzled and couldn't find which official had a higher position for a while.

He keenly discovered the weakness of his highlighting system: it didn't mark military ranks! He had to judge who was a high-ranking officer based on their demeanor and other things!
Shit, it’s all open, it would be a disaster if I put a military rank on everyone’s head!
Before Wang Zhong could finish his complaint, the plane had already passed over the house and went directly out of the highlighted range.

Flying fast doesn’t seem to be a good thing!

But if you fly slowly, you will be caught by enemy fighter planes or even shot down. What a contradiction!

Emilia: "It really is a headquarters! Judging from the number of cars, it might be a military headquarters (actually it's two division headquarters combined, which is why there are so many cars, Emilia didn't know this)!"

Wang Zhong marked the location on the map: "Let Komanda raid here tonight."

Emilia: "This weather is not good for airborne landing, right?"

Wang Zhong looked up at the sky. Raindrops outside kept falling on the glass cockpit cover of the plane, and then were blown backwards by the wind, becoming like the "speed lines" in a cartoon.

Emilia: "Besides, this place should be deep in the enemy's line, and the artillery can't reach it."

"No," Wang Zhong gestured on the map. As an old hand who had been traveling for a year and a half, he was already proficient in using various tools to work on the map. He quickly measured the distance with the help of the plug-in. "This place is 15 kilometers away from our front line. We can still attack if we want. Push the artillery to the vicinity of the front line and fire at this place. Then withdraw after the attack."

Emilia: "The artillery has moved to a new position. Can they really hit the target without calibration? If it's a night bombardment, there's no way to calibrate the fire."

Wang Zhong: "Pure map operation shooting also has a certain hit rate. The important thing is not to kill someone, but to deter the enemy. I think we can plan it. After all, this may be a military headquarters."

That’s right, Wang Zhong didn’t see clearly that there were two major general division commanders among the large number of red names, and he thought there was a lieutenant general commander.

Emilia: "It may not be the military headquarters. I don't think the military headquarters would be just a dozen kilometers away from the front line. How about I go back and take a closer look?"

Wang Zhong: "No, the enemy must have been alarmed. It's a bit dangerous to go back. Let's continue the reconnaissance flight."

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Fast forward three minutes, it was the joint division headquarters of the 9th Armored Division and the 9th Armored Grenadier Division of the 14th Armored Corps of Plossen.

Major General Schmidt looked up and asked, "The sound of an airplane engine? On a rainy day like this?"

At this time everyone heard the engine.

In just a moment, the sound faded away.

Major General Hope: "Flying very low, Ant's reconnaissance plane?"

Major General Schmidt: "Damn it, the headquarters' anti-aircraft firepower didn't respond at all! Send the anti-aircraft battalion commander over here! Also, find out what plane just flew over our heads!"

Soon the air defense battalion commander arrived and stood at attention in front of the two major generals.

Schmidt: "Even if your heels are so loud, they can't cover up your negligence just now. So what plane just flew over our heads?"

Battalion Commander: "A plane with red paint from both sides, it could be Pei-2 or Tu-2."

Schmidt: "Then why didn't it drop its bomb?"

"It might be a reconnaissance aircraft," said the battalion commander. "It flew by so quickly. It only took a few seconds from the time we heard the engine to the time we saw the aircraft. Moreover, it was still flying close to the ground..."

Major General Hope interrupted the battalion commander and asked, "Does Ant's Air Force paint have a tradition of using all red?"

"Yes." The Air Force colonel in charge of liaison finally got the chance to speak. Usually, he would just deliver a weather forecast and that was it. "One of Ant's Jacques aces likes to use a full red paint job, which is very conspicuous. It is said that it imitates our ace, the Red Baron." Schmidt frowned, feeling that the situation was not simple: "The reconnaissance plane also detected the ace? Why does it feel wrong?"

Major General Hope nodded: "It is indeed very strange. Our army's ace-specific paint scheme is mainly used for fighters and attack aircraft, and reconnaissance aircraft are painted red..."

"Red!" Schmidt slapped his thigh. "Admiral Rokossov likes to use red flags! His ace division is also called the 'Red Flag' Mechanized Infantry Division."

"How is it possible?" Major General Hope waved his hands repeatedly. "The commander of the front took a plane to conduct reconnaissance in person, and even painted the plane a flashy red. How is this possible? Even if he conducted reconnaissance, he should have been escorted. Was there an escort just now?"

Major General Hope turned to the anti-aircraft battalion commander and repeated the question: "Are there any escorts?"

"No, or we didn't see it." The air defense battalion commander reported truthfully.

"That's definitely not the case. However, we still need to report the observation of the red reconnaissance plane. Maybe there are other intelligence channels above us and they know the origin of this plane." said Major General Hope.

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Two hours later, Wang Zhong returned to the front headquarters and handed the map to Pavlov: "I found a place that might be the army headquarters."

Pavlov: "Really? Uh... too close to the front line?"

Emilia chimed in, "I took a look at the yard. The vehicles and security forces are stronger than those of an ordinary division headquarters. It really looks like a military headquarters."

Pavlov: "Very good, you are going to bombard it? None of our current artillery positions can reach here."

Wang Zhong: "Don't we have SU76? Move the self-propelled artillery regiment to... to this position!"

He found a salient in the second line of defense and poked at it with his map stick.

"Fire from here."

Pavlov: "SU76 can't reach that far. We have to push the 152 of the artillery regiment here to ensure coverage."

Wang Zhong: "Then how long will it take for the 152nd artillery regiment to deploy here, open fire, and then retreat?"

"How long do you mean to say that it takes to complete the whole set of actions of deployment and retreat? One hour, at least one hour. If it is a car-drawn artillery regiment, it can be faster, but now the artillery regiments we have are all pulled by mules and horses."

Wang Zhong pursed his lips and stared at the map, lost in thought.

He suddenly felt the urgent need for a truck gun.

However, to be able to use a truck gun, you first need a powerful load-bearing truck. The three-ton trucks that Ant can produce now definitely cannot be converted into truck guns.

Wang Zhong thought for a moment, turned his head to look at the night that had already fallen, and slapped the table: "Whatever, mules and horses are mules and horses. Dispatch a heavy artillery regiment and advance here to deploy during the rain and night. While it fires, we will use other artillery to bombard the nearby Prosen troops to protect the artillery regiment's bombardment of the military headquarters."

Pavlov: "Another such a messed up plan, but I'm used to it. Someone, come and make a battle plan according to the commander's intention. This plan should be able to be completed by three people."

Yakov raised his hand: "Let me try. As an adjutant, I can't always write the general's quotations."

Wang Zhong snapped his fingers and said, "Come here and see the level of the top students in the staff major."

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Late at night on October 10, the 23th and 9th Armoured Troops of Plossen attacked the Combined Division Headquarters.

Major General Schmidt returned to his room, took off his hat and threw it on the bedside table, yawned and began to unbutton his collar.

Throughout the whole day, the Nine Equipment Units and their brother units did not have many combat operations as they were all waiting for supplies, so Major General Schmidt had a rare leisure day.

This made him feel that Rokossov was nothing special and not worth making such a fuss about.

Recalling his gaffe when the red reconnaissance plane flew over him in the afternoon, Major General Schmidt couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, the sound of artillery shells breaking through the air was heard in the sky.

Major General Schmidt dived under the camp bed.

The shock wave from the heavy artillery explosion shook the entire house, and dust fell heavily on the camp bed.

The shells continued to fall, and Schmidt felt the entire ground shaking.

Because of the negative pressure from the exploding shells, he felt like his eardrums were about to burst from the internal pressure. He could only open his mouth and yell, "Ahhhhhhh! Damn it!"

The shouting did balance the internal and external pressure, and Schmidt's ears gradually felt relieved.

He had just relaxed a little when a large piece of lime from the ceiling crashed onto his cot, causing him to scream again: "Damn it! I've had enough! Blow me up, damn it! Rokossov, blow me up! Blow me up!"

As if in response to him, the chandelier on the ceiling fell down, and the decorative crystals on it shattered, and the glass fragments scratched Schmidt's cheek.

Then the earth-shaking finally ended.

Schmidt waited for a few seconds, and only got out of the camp bed after making sure it was over, then rushed out of the room and ran into the headquarters: "The Ants' artillery must be within the attack range of our troops. If they want to explode, I must put the artillery on the front line! Quickly ask where the fire is coming from!"

Chief of Staff: "Report, our troops have all been bombarded, and no one has reported the discovery of the Ante artillery."

"It must be where our infantry can see it! It must be there!!" Schmidt shouted.

At this time, his good friend Hope rushed in with his belt in hand: "The enemy artillery must be on the front line. Some troops must have discovered that the artillery is nearby!"

Schmidt: "Just now, all the troops were bombarded and are communicating now... The key is, how did the enemy know..."

Suddenly, Schmidt slapped his thigh and said, "That red reconnaissance plane! The reconnaissance plane discovered us, and then Rokossov risked losing an artillery regiment and pushed the artillery to the front line! Damn it, he must pay the price! Even if it's a night battle, we must eat up this artillery regiment!"

(End of this chapter)