artillery arc

Chapter 520 Yakov's Little Trick

"I played a little trick." Yakov gestured on the map, "According to our intelligence, the dividing line between several enemy divisions is here, and here. We are probably shelling the headquarters of the 41th Armored Division, or the headquarters of the 20th Armored Corps. So I put the forward artillery positions in front of the combat area of ​​the th Armored Grenadier Division of the st Armored Corps."

Wang Zhong smiled: "So if the enemy wants to confirm where the artillery fire came from, they have to find the army level first? No, the 14th Armored Corps and the 41st Armored Corps, they need to find the army-level command agency to coordinate."

Yakov clapped his hands. "Right! This will give our artillery enough time to retreat. If the enemy keeps coordinating, it will probably take an hour or two before they can attack our artillery positions. By then, the positions will be empty."

Wang Zhong clapped his hands repeatedly: "Great! Your handling of the matter is similar to Vasily's."

"Really?" Yakov was somewhat delighted. "It would be great if I could catch up to one-third of what Senior Vasily can do."

Popov laughed: "One third? No, no, no, just because you are not a bad-mouthed person, Vasily is one third of you. He is just a little smart, but he is really good at writing songs."

At this time, the phone rang. It was the red phone.

Pavlov picked up the receiver: "Front Command, OK, wait a moment."

After saying this, he covered the microphone of the receiver and looked at Wang Zhong: "The landing troops will set out now, so that they can arrive near the landing point tomorrow morning."

Wang Zhong looked up at the time and said, "It's already this late. I should rest. I'll wake up just in time for the landing operation to begin. I don't know what I can do for the landing troops sitting in the headquarters more than a hundred kilometers away, but I think it's better for me to be awake at that time."

Emilia: "You can take a plane to the Overseer."

"I will do this when it is really necessary." Wang Zhong said, "Forget it now. Yakov, get the hot water bottle."

Although it is not below zero yet and is not considered cold in Ant, the daily rain makes the air very humid, so the perceived temperature is quite low.

If you don't have a hot water bottle when you go to bed at night, it will take a while for the quilt to warm up, and you might catch a cold before that.

Yakov sighed, "Well. I have to make plans and be an orderly. Lyudmila and Miss Nellie, please come quickly, or I will become the commander's maid!"

Wang Zhong: "No, you are far from Nellie. When Nellie was here, my clothes were warm and ironed every morning. You never do such a thing."

"You should have told me earlier." Yakov complained, put down the documents in his hand, and went to the water room to get a hot water bottle for Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong stood up and said, "Then I will leave first. Call me if there is any emergency."

"Don't worry, the Prosen people won't attack at night," said Pavlov.

Wang Zhong: "It's hard to say. Maybe they have developed some night vision equipment. We should be careful."

On Earth, Sandezi had developed night vision equipment in the later period, but they were already at the end of their strength at that time and had no way to mass-produce it.

Moreover, the performance of early infrared equipment was really not good enough.

But in this time and space, even things like Fritz X already existed at the beginning of Barbarossa, so who knows what Proshen will come up with.

After giving his instructions, Wang Zhong left the headquarters yawning.

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the next day.

Ante Abavakhan Front Command.

Pavlov checked the time. "Well, someone said he would be awake for the morning landing, but they broke their promise."

Popov: "Let the commander get some more sleep. He has been on reconnaissance missions and making plans recently. He also has to keep talking to commanders at the front and have meals with them... He should take a break."

Pavlov: "I knew that seeing someone off to die was a very exhausting job. That's why I hid and let the commander do it.

"I have a feeling that the first week of freezing will be the most difficult. I hope the commander can be well prepared."

Popov: "The most terrifying thing is the desperate struggle of a trapped beast. By the way, tell me honestly, did you deliberately delay the commander's wife and the little maid from arriving at the front line?"

"How could I do such a thing?" Pavlov said, "You two are sensible and know the priorities, so you don't want to take up precious transportation capacity."

"Yeah. I'll just take that as it is."

At this time, a staff officer took the receiver and reported: "The artillery group on the east coast asked whether to start fire preparation."

Pavlov and Popov looked at each other, and Popov made a gesture of invitation, so Pavlov asked, "Did the Navy say they were ready?"

"said."

"Then fire without waiting for the commander to wake up."

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At 10 on October 24, landing site No. 0630 on the west bank of the Valdai River.

Of course, the Proson troops stationed here did not know that this place was named "Landing Site No. 1" by the Ant Army - Admiral Rokossov.

Corporal Hans Roth was going to deliver coffee to the front-line artillery observation post as usual today.

Although he was a corporal, Hans Roth had never fired the 98K on his back.

When Moravia was occupied, he was a corporal and delivered ammunition and bread to the troops every day.

During the invasion of Melania, he was still a corporal, delivering ammunition and bread to the troops every day. During the Carolingian Campaign, he was finally promoted and began to deliver coffee to the troops.

And then it has been delivered to the present day.

Because of the rain, the BMW motorcycle that Corporal Hanslot usually rode could not run in the mud, so he changed his vehicle to a donkey these days. Every morning, he rode the beast, carrying a bunch of bottles and cans of coffee, clanking and heading to the front line.

It is said that because of this clanking sound, some of the younger and more naughty recruits have begun to call Corporal Roth "the rag collector."

Today, Corporal Hanslot also walked towards the shore with a clang of his rifle. The 98K, which had never been used, was polished to a shine and hung on his back. The butt of the rifle kept hitting the saddle in rhythm with the mule's footsteps.

The donkey climbed up the hill on the shore, and the wide surface of the Valdai River spread out before the corporal.

Visibility is poor today and the entire river is covered with a layer of fog.

The drizzle continued to fall on the corporal's face, bringing a hint of coldness.

The corporal sneezed several times, perhaps to warm himself up. He took out the hip flask and took a sip of the strong liquor he got from the cellar near the supply station yesterday. No one knew where the owner of the liquor had gone, perhaps he had died.

The burning sensation brought by the strong liquor spread from the throat. Ant's liquor was strong, and the chillness disappeared without a trace after just one sip.

The corporal took another sip and was about to sigh at this pleasant time when a whistling sound was heard in the sky.

Although Corporal Hanslot had been delivering supplies and coffee, he was a veteran who had survived so many wars, and he immediately realized that it was the whistling of artillery shells.

Being aware is one thing, being able to react correctly is another.

Hanslot's first thought was not to dismount and take cover, but to grab his rifle.

So he missed the best opportunity to get off the donkey, and the shell landed not far behind him. The loud noise of the explosion and the violent wind scared the mule, causing the animal to run away.

Corporal Hanslot finally remembered what to do when the donkey was frightened, so he lay down on the saddle and held the reins tightly.

The mule rushed all the way and miraculously avoided all the shells.

Corporal Hanslot's boat cap was blown off by shrapnel, and his "typical Aryan" short light blond hair fluttered in the wind.

The mule's "miraculous dodge" lasted for two minutes, and finally a shell landed right in front of it. The poor animal raised its front legs high and stood up briefly.

Corporal Hanslot was thrown off the saddle and fell heavily to the ground.

Then the scalding coffee spilled all over him.

If he hadn't changed into winter clothes by now, he would have been burned.

Before Corporal Hanslott could rejoice, the mule, which had stopped struggling, hit his waist, finally making him cry out in pain.

The mule fell to the ground, uttering its last groan before death, its legs still moving, leaving scratches in the mud.

The shelling continued, shells kept falling around the corporal, and splashing mud fell on his face one after another, almost turning him into a mud man.

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Wang Zhong vaguely heard the sound of cannon fire. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling blankly for a few seconds before he realized that the sound of the cannon fire was just the gurgling sound of boiling water on the stove next to him.

He got up, yawned loudly, then threw back the quilt, stood up, and took his clothes to put on.

Then he stopped.

Because the clothes had been warmed up, they were warm and the edges were ironed very smooth.

Wang Zhong cursed, "Don't do things that will make rotten girls scream decades later, Yakov."

"You called me?" Yakov opened the door and came in. The cold wind mixed with rain blew in, causing Wang Zhong to sneeze.

Yakov hurried into the house and closed the door. "I'm sorry. I warmed up the clothes and ironed the edges."

Wang Zhong: "I didn't expect you to be so good at these tasks. Has anyone praised you as a good wife and mother?"

"Not yet." Yakov smiled shyly.

Wang Zhong: "Well, now we have it. Okay, so what time is it now?"

"You got up late. The landing started half an hour ago. Chief of Staff Pavlov and the bishop accompanying the army did not allow me to call you, saying that you should sleep a little longer."

Wang Zhong: "Fuck, you are disobeying their orders at a time like this! I am the commander!"

He hurriedly put on all his clothes, not even bothering to tidy them up carefully, and left the room and headed straight for the headquarters.

Arriving at the headquarters, Wang Zhong asked loudly, "How is the landing going?"

Pavlov: "Everything went well. The enemy's troops on the shore were directly crushed by our artillery fire. The naval infantry reported that they did not encounter much resistance after landing. The engineers are building a bridge. The 51st Tank Army on the east bank can't wait any longer."

Wang Zhong clapped his hands fiercely: "Good! It's good to seize the opportunity!"

(End of this chapter)