artillery arc

Chapter 581 "Christmas" (Update 35/81)

On the evening of December 915, 12, Wang Zhong signed his name on the last death notice and breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who can be issued death notices personally by the front commander are all brave warriors who have performed outstandingly in the battle and will be posthumously awarded medals.

Because of this, Wang Zhong would carefully read the deeds of the sacrificed soldiers before signing, and then leave a short comment of his own between the printed document and his signature.

At first he would shed tears when reading those stories, but by the end his eyes were dry and painful because there were so many heroic deeds that all his tears had dried up.

After finally signing the last one, Wang Zhong felt relieved.

Pavlov's voice suddenly rang out: "Thank you for your hard work. A total of more than 11,000 medals need to be awarded posthumously. I will only sign the ones above the George Cross for you. I will sign the rest for you."

Wang Zhong looked at the thick stack of notices on the table in confusion: "So many people with George Cross or above?"

Pavlov: "391 gold stars were awarded posthumously."

Wang Zhong stood up, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, and was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Because of the sacrifices, there are great ambitions, and we dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky."

Pavlov: What?

Wang Zhong: "Nothing, just expressing my feelings. By the way, today is the Christmas of the Plossom people, right?"

"Yes." Popov, who had been writing a letter of condolence, stopped writing and looked up. "Why, do you want a Christmas truce?"

Wang Zhong shook his head: "No, we don't celebrate Christmas this year. The Christmases of the two sides are staggered, so a Christmas truce is impossible. However, we can send some rockets to the Prosen people and wish them a happy holiday."

Pavlov: "I said the rocket launcher didn't fire today. It turns out they were waiting here."

He stood up and picked up the receiver. "The First Rocket Artillery Brigade, right? You've been waiting for a long time. Fire."

As soon as he put down the receiver, he heard the whistling sound of rocket launchers outside. With each wave of rockets fired, the light and shadow in the room moved from left to right.

Wang Zhong went straight to the wine cabinet and poured a few glasses of vodka, which he shared with Popov and Pavlov, then raised his glass to the window: "Merry Christmas to them!"

Popov: "It's great. Other people have Christmas with fireworks, but we can only drink some wine to deal with it."

Pavlov: "Is it really okay for the bishop to lead the drinking? Oh, this wine is good."

"Is there any wine for me?"

When Wang Zhong heard the voice, he was startled and turned his head suddenly. He saw Lyudmila standing at the door of the commander's room, looking at him with a smile.

"Liu Da!" Wang Zhong finished the wine in the glass in one gulp, ran forward in three steps, and hugged his fiancée tightly - no, they have been engaged for nearly a year and have a child, this is his wife.

"Be gentle! It's almost difficult for me to breathe! Be gentle!" Lyudmila yelled while patting Wang Zhong on the back.

Wang Zhong finally took a step back, distanced himself, and looked carefully at his wife's face.

"I've lost weight," he said.

"After all, the war situation is urgent and we can't eat properly. You look rosy."

Wang Zhong: "Because I have a Seres chef who can cook delicious food even if he only has a cabbage and a potato. The Seres food culture is really outstanding!"

"Then I'd better try it carefully." Lyudmila said with a smile.

Wang Zhong: "Vassily! Go tell the chef to make something delicious. My wife is here!"

Vasily appeared: "I've already told the chef, he just turned on the fire and is juggling!"

Many people thought that Wang Zhong's Seres chef's skill of flipping the wok was a kind of juggling, similar to a circus performance, and Wang Zhong was too lazy to introduce it to them.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, just wait. Now that you're here, what about Nellie?"

Lyudmila: "Nelly asked me to come here quickly. She said she was fine. The doctor also said that the infection had been contained. All I had to do was rest and wait for the wound to heal. I also found the best glass eyeball craftsman and had an eyeball made for me.

"The craftsman had requested to go to the front before, but he was too old, so the army refused to approve it. So I made a deal with the old man. He would be the eyeball, and I would let him do some clerical work in the army and contribute to the war as much as he could."

At this point, Lyudmila suddenly laughed and said, "That craftsman didn't know I was your wife at first, and he was very stubborn and refused to accept my commission. Instead, he sat at the door of the conscription office every day and played tricks on the staff.

"Later, I went to talk to the people at the conscription station and asked them to agree to let the old man join the army and arrange for him to do some minor work. Only then did the old man agree to be the last eyeball.

"When the eyeballs were finished, the old man saw the name on the military note I gave him and realized that I was your wife. He slapped his thigh and said, 'Oh, I'm so confused. How could I make conditions with the wife of a person like Kutuzov!'"

Wang Zhong smiled as he listened to this story, and then he said, "When the war is over, I must meet this lovely old man and personally thank him for making the artificial eye for Nellie."

"Of course you should go." Lyudmila said seriously, "But before that, win the war first, dear."

Wang Zhong: “Of course.”

He hugged his wife again.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that there was no one in the huge command room. Popov, Pavlov and Vasily were all gone. Cutting to a bird's-eye view, he found that the gang was hiding in the next room, drinking and chatting.

Wang Zhong: “These guys…”

Lyudmila: "Since they are like this, we should of course thank them for their kindness."

After saying that she kissed him.

Although Wang Zhong has been traveling through time for a year and a half, he still can't get used to Mao Mei's overly proactive behavior. The idea of ​​Mao Mei using Mao language to cover up her shame is just a figment of the imagination of those who have a good life, okay!
When a girl likes a guy, she will throw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. Yes, just like now. My back...

Half an hour later, Wang Zhong's chef Seris came in person with a cart to deliver food. When he entered the command room, he was stunned and asked in broken Ant language: "Hey, are the Prosens attacking?"

Wang Zhong: "Uh, no. There was a wolf coming, a female wolf. I fought with her. Just put down the food."

The chef glanced at Lyudmila, who was hiding under the carpet with only half of her head exposed. "Ah, she-wolf. Ah, I'll go find the sergeant and catch a hedgehog. A deer will do, too. Do you need one?"

Wang Zhong: "Don't hedgehogs hibernate?"

Chef: "Don't worry about that. The Sergeant Major will definitely catch him."

That was, after all, Senior Sergeant Gregory, a master of everything from shoveling manure to hunting to killing Plossom soldiers.

Wang Zhong: "No need for hedgehogs and deer for now, thank you."

The chef nodded, left the room and closed the door.

Lyudmila: "You should eat it."

What do you mean? I have already paid my taxes today!
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After that, Lyudmila lived in the headquarters and served as the praying hand of the headquarters' air defense arrow team.

In addition to serving as a prayer hand, she also tried her best to take care of Wang Zhong's daily life and did all the work that was originally Nellie's.

During the six days from the 25th to the 31st, in addition to stockpiling ammunition, Wang Zhong's front army also actively carried out deception activities - it can't be called deception, after all, constantly sending reconnaissance planes to investigate the situation between Yarvik and Borsk was also of great benefit to the subsequent offensive.

However, these actions, together with a series of deceptions previously carried out by Vasily, constituted an ingenious scam.

And it was a scam specifically targeting Emperor Proson and senior generals.

Of course, Wang Zhong was always careful not to overdo it, so he also sent out some reconnaissance planes to look at the situation on the other side of the river to Yeisk and then to Shepetovka, and at the same time continuously sent out planes to bomb the road from Yeisk to Yarvik.

Despite this, the entire southern battlefield remained very calm during these ten days, with the number of casualties per day even falling to 2000 at one point.

Almost everyone knows that a storm is brewing.

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January 916, 1, Eagle's Nest, in the heart of Plossom.

The palace chief steward pushed open the door with a smile on his face, but when he saw the expressions of everyone in the war room, his smile froze on his face.

"Everyone... New Year..."

The emperor shouted: "Impossible! He must be deceiving us! Let us send reinforcements to Borsk! If we withdraw the defense forces from Shepetovka to Borsk, it will play into his hands!"

"But," said Marshal Celtic, Chief of the Imperial General Staff, "if he attacks Borsk, he can encircle Army Group A and annihilate a large number of our troops."

Emperor: "How can we destroy them? We have the command of the White Sea! Can we rely on some pilots from the United States to regain the command of the sea? Even if Army Group A is surrounded, we can still escape from the sea easily!

"Shepetovka means a lot to him. He left Khazaria from Shepetovka, leaving his best friend and his father behind.

"Their propaganda also said that he carried a box of Khazaria's black soil. Look at the geological survey report of Borsk. Is Borsk black soil? No! Borsk was only incorporated into the Kingdom of Khazaria in modern times. Legally speaking, it does not belong to Khazaria!
"Rokosov's wish is to fight back to his hometown! Fight back to the black soil! I know him, no one knows him better than my opponent! He will definitely attack Shepetovka!
"I will! Hmm? What are you doing here?"

The last words were addressed to the palace steward.

Butler: "Your Majesty, it is the year 916. You ordered the cake and champagne to be prepared."

"Oh, so, then everyone, let's toast to the new year! This year we must, must end this damn war!"

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January 916, 1, Christmas Day for the Ants, 7 hours.

Wang Zhong watched the second hand of his watch pass the number 12, then turned and nodded to Pavlov.

Pavlov had already picked up the telephone receiver: "Artillery, attention, fire!"

(End of this chapter)