Chapter 494 Military Regulations (Update 1781)

Chapter 494 Military Regulations (Updated 17/81)

October 15, Abavahan, Ante Abavahan Front Headquarters, 1347 hours.

When Pavlov heard the news, his face turned green: "Shot down? Where? Who did it?"

The communications staff shrank his neck, obviously intimidated by the anger of the chief of staff: "This... is on the seashore 30 kilometers north of us. It is our anti-aircraft artillery unit. The Royal Air Force escort reported that the general is fine."

Pavlov grabbed the communications staff's arm: "Are you sure? Are you sure the general is fine? Did the Royal Air Force fly low enough when they confirmed it?"

The communications staff: "It seems that she is some kind of witch who can clearly sense that the general is still alive, so there is absolutely no problem, and asked us to send a car to pick him up. I don't know how she sensed the general."

Pavlov breathed a sigh of relief: "It was Her Excellency Emilia, so what she said should be credible."

After all, in Barras, Pavlov indirectly witnessed Emilia using a machine gun to kill the falconer three kilometers away, and he was still very clear about the witch's ability.

At this time, Brother Peter rushed into the headquarters wearing only one shoe, shouting: "Pavlov! It's bad, I seem to hear that the general has made an emergency landing in the sea! Send a naval patrol boat to pick up the general! No, search and rescue! Search and rescue!"

Pavlov: "The general is still alive and has landed on the seashore. Ms. Emilia of the Royal Air Force has confirmed that he is okay."

"Oh, Ms. Emilia has confirmed that he is okay, that's good." Brother Peter sighed, "Wait a minute, why does my foot hurt?"

He lowered his head and found that his bare feet seemed to have stepped on broken glass, so he howled.

"Medic!"

Pavlov turned his head and ordered: "Let the navy send patrol boats to the north along the beach, and send troops on land..."

Brother Peter: "Wait a minute! I heard the neighing of horses!"

Pavlov frowned, he didn't hear anything.

Then the groom of the headquarters ran in: "Report, the general's horse ran away from the stable!"

Pavlov: "Don't worry, is the stable okay? Was there no explosion or fire? Did it cause any damage to escape?"

Groom: "No, we just let him relax and combed his hair, but he directly broke the rope tied to him and ran away, and the groom who was combing his hair fell on his butt and broke his bones."

Pavlov: "Okay, treat the groom with a broken bone as if he was injured in battle, and don't worry about the horse. It will come back by itself later, and it will bring the commander with it."

Popov: "And chew the hair on the commander's head."

Pavlov looked at his old friend: "Back from the local church? What do you mean?"

Popov: "At least 20 religious protection battalions can be organized locally, but they are now working overtime in the factory to produce weapons and equipment, and it is impossible for them to stop production."

Pavlov walked quickly Coming to the city map: "20 battalions are a bit too few. The area we have to defend is too large. Relying on 20 battalions and the eight temporary infantry divisions in our hands, we have to defend such a large city... I'm afraid it's not enough."

Popov: "What about letting the 51st Tank Army enter the city? They have also rested for a month..."

"Let the tanks enter the city? But there is no place in the city that is suitable for armored ambushes and firepower like Loktov. And although the 51st Tank Army has combat experience, it is combat experience with the Balas people. If they encounter the elite Proson troops, they will be finished."

Popov: "But in the wilderness, if they encounter the elite Proson troops, they will be finished faster. We have seen that the enemy's tank soldiers can hit our tanks with the first shot at more than one kilometer, and we may not find the enemy even if we rush to 300 meters.

"The tanks of the 51st Army are all T34 basic models with two-person turrets, which cannot be used as T34W!"

Pavlov: "Then put them in the city?"

"At least they can be used as barricades and firepower points! "Popov said.

The chief of staff shook his head: "Forget it, the general is still 30 kilometers away from here. Wait until he comes back and he will make the judgment."

At this time, another communications staff came with a telegram: "The headquarters telegraphed that the First Mobile Army will be ready to set off within three days and start loading vehicles."

Pavlov: "Finally there is good news, so we have another 100,000 fresh troops. But it is still too few. When the general arrives, we should ask the headquarters for more troops."

Popov shook his head and pointed to the war zone map: "Look at this long snake formation, it's all made up by the Valdaichu River Front that was just disbanded. Those guys only wanted to rely on the river for defense, so they made the situation so bad!"

Pavlov: "When the general arrives, he should shrink the long snake formation, use only a small number of troops in the easily defended areas, and concentrate the army in Abavakhan."

Popov: "I think we should give this order. ”

Pavlov: “No, we must first understand the defense situation along the river before giving orders. I have ordered my most trusted staff to investigate along the river. Wait for the general to arrive, take a rest, and the investigation results should be delivered tomorrow. ”

Pavlov, indeed, is outstanding in doing things without any mistakes.

The chief of staff, with his hands behind his back, turned to the window of the headquarters and looked at the blue sky outside: “Just wait for the general to come back.”

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Wang Zhong sat on the beach and looked at Yakov: "Why are you so fidgety? If the co-pilot's navigation is correct, we are now more than ten kilometers away from Abavahan. Emilia confirmed our situation and the people who picked us up will be here soon."

Yakov sighed: "General, are you always so calm?"

Wang Zhong smiled: "Yes, after all, I have been to hell so many times."

"But you were burned by the meatballs that were not hot - by the way, the meatballs are really delicious, called lion heads, are they made of lions?"

Wang Zhong: "No, they are made of pork."

"Uh...then why are they called lion heads?"

Wang Zhong: "How do I know? Maybe the person who made the meatballs has a lion in his eyes."

He really didn't know why lion heads were called lion heads. He didn't know after eating them for so many years.

While chatting, the sound of the engine approached, and Wang Zhong saw Emilia's clipper wing Spitfire flying back again, passing over the heads of Wang Zhong's team.

Then, a whistle sounded on the sea. Everyone turned their heads and saw an Ante gunboat coming at lightning speed. It looked like one of the several "destroyers" that provided fire support for the landing.

Wang Zhong pointed at the destroyer and said to Yakov: "Look, isn't it coming?"

"General, you are right, I am too impatient."

At this moment, Wang Zhong heard the neighing of a horse.

He thought to himself that it couldn't be possible, and looked in the direction where the sound came from. Sure enough, he saw Bucephala neighing and running wildly, followed by several Willys jeeps.

"Well, people on land are coming too!"

Wang Zhong waved to Bucephala, and the horse ran even faster, but there was no saddle behind it, so Wang Zhong couldn't ride it back to the headquarters.

The horse came to Wang Zhong and stopped with a sudden brake, looking at the steel helmet on his head panting heavily.

Wang Zhong reluctantly took off his helmet, and the horse immediately licked his hair happily, leaving wet saliva.

The Willys Jeep arrived a little later than the horse, and stopped in front of Wang Zhong with a tail swing. Sergeant Gregory, who was driving, stood up and saluted: "General, we are late!"

Wang Zhong: "Not too late, not too late."

Gregory: "So where is the spy again? It seems that Yebao needs to be cleaned up again..."

Wang Zhong: "Whether to clean it up or not, leave it to His Majesty Belinsky and Cardinal Lafkid to consider. What I saw here was that the enemy's bomber unit just hit me. Believe me, if it was Proson's assassination plan, they would not use a heavy bomber as an air battleship to attack me."

"Heavy bomber?" Gregory thought for a while, "It doesn't seem like an assassination."

"That's right. And we have Miss Emilia of the Royal Air Force to escort us. She is the shoot-down king of the Royal Air Force. The pilots of the Royal Air Force are all monsters."

While speaking, Emilia's clip-wing Spitfire flew over everyone's heads again.

Wang Zhong: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Since you are here, I trust your driving skills."

At this time, the navy's rubber boat also arrived at the shore. The navy infantry jumped off the boat and saluted Wang Zhong: "General! We are ordered to pick you up!"

Wang Zhong: "No need, my convoy and my most trusted sergeant are here. You can go back."

At this time, several Willys jeeps approached from the north. Hearing the engine sound, everyone looked for cover and held guns to be on guard.

Wang Zhong had already determined from the bird's-eye view that these were not enemies. He waved his hand and said: "Don't be afraid! It was the anti-aircraft artillery unit that mistakenly attacked my unit just now and came to apologize."

As he said, he strode towards the jeep that was coming.

The captain in the co-pilot seat of the jeep stood up, took off his hat, and muttered from a distance: "Oh my God! God! Buddha! Look at what a bastard I did!"

The car stopped, he jumped out directly, saluted Wang Zhong: "Report! General, please execute me! I almost hurt you! Please execute me! The others are innocent, I gave the order to fire!"

Wang Zhong waved his hand: "No, no, your mistake was just not identifying the target seriously. You want to be punished for this, but the military regulations don't say that you will die if you don't identify the target seriously? According to the military regulations, I will punish you - damn, where are your military chaplains? How much should the military regulations punish you?"

As the second to last, Wang Zhong really didn't know what the military regulations should punish him.

A priest got out of the second jeep: "General, according to military regulations, those who make mistakes in target identification will be caned 50 times and undergo enhanced target identification training. If they fail the assessment, they cannot return to their original units."

Wang Zhong: "Then do it. Except for this captain, all others will undergo enhanced target identification training, and other air defense units will be mobilized to replace them."

"Yes!" The captain saluted Wang Zhong, "I will seriously reflect on my mistakes."

Wang Zhong patted him on the shoulder, turned to Gregory and said: "Okay, let's go!"