Chapter 515 October 22, Light Rain

At 0830 hours on October 22, the headquarters of the Ant Abavahan Front.

Wang Zhong stared at the second hand on his watch. After the second hand passed the number 12, he raised his head and asked, "Did the enemy attack?"

Pavlov: "At least no troops are reporting being shelled now."

Wang Zhong snapped his fingers: "Okay! The enemy really has no artillery shells! Take the time to adjust the defense line today, replace as many wounded as possible, and send them to the rear to recuperate. When they return from their injuries, they will be the backbone of the battle."

"We are most in need of fighting backbones."

Pavlov: "Don't worry, we have summarized last year's experience and also referred to the Allied forces' practices. The number of first aid stations and field hospitals has increased much more than before, and the configuration is more reasonable.

"Although it cannot reach the rescue rate of the United States Army, it is still much better than last year."

Popov: "The church has also organized a large number of stretcher teams, composed of uncles aged forty to fifty and women who want to contribute. We have also organized an ox convoy to transport the wounded."

After a brief pause, the bishop accompanying the front army added: "And the corpses. Because all the big bags were used to fill the sand to build the barricades, and there are not enough body bags now, the church tried its best to ensure that every corpse truck was filled with corpses." I can get a piece of canvas to cover it.”

Wang Zhong: "Don't worry. Even if the new warriors who come here can't see the corpse, they will know that this is purgatory through other means."

Popov: "It's true. The tank trucks that transport new soldiers have to transport the wounded on their way back. I went to the train station yesterday and walked around. All the tank trucks were full of blood and all kinds of vomit. The soldiers were in Yebao. When we got on the bus, we knew what kind of hell it was.”

At this time, Yakov changed the subject: "The enemy has no ammunition today. Can we fight back?"

Wang Zhong: "If we have the strength, we can definitely try it, but the troops we have not yet committed to battle are preparing for the upcoming landing. That is the highlight. If successful, the ship can be launched before the Valdaichu River freezes. A lot of troops and supplies were brought down.”

Yakov nodded: "That's it, I learned it again."

Popov: "Study more. Your predecessor, Vasily, has already completed his studies. Now he is studying in the military academy and will become a regiment commander. When the war is over, he may be able to become a general."

Yakov smiled: "It's okay for me to be a staff officer, but forget about it as a commander."

At this time, a strong wind suddenly blew from the direction of the door, blowing a lot of documents on the table. A group of staff members were picking up documents while shouting.

Wang Zhong turned his head and saw a sturdy figure standing at the door.

"Egorov!" he shouted in surprise, "You're finally here! Where is my guard?"

Yegorov wiped the rain off his body and walked towards Wang Zhong: "Come, come, they said the front line is in urgent need of infantry, so they sent the infantry regiment over first. Let me tell you, they insist on dismantling your regiment." It is a waste to concentrate so many combat backbones in one unit. Several more regiments should be dismantled.

"I said yes, but the new regiments that were separated must be commanded by Rokosov, otherwise I would write to the palace and let the general's sister comment! In the end, they separated four regiments and formed a new 230 The division is also under the name of the First Mobile Army of the Guards."

Wang Zhong: "I have another division?"

Pavlov shook his head: "Yes, the 230th Division has no temporary field, but the artillery and various auxiliary units are not fully equipped. Only the infantry regiment is fully staffed. According to the plan, this division should continue to train until all kinds of chaos are fully equipped. The troops will be turned into synthetic divisions that meet your standards and then transferred to the front line.

"But this is the situation now, right? I asked the 230th Division to rush to the front line."

Wang Zhong: "Who is the teacher? Do I know him?"

Yegorov: "You don't know him, maybe. He's an old guy who drinks a lot. He came here on his own before the mobilization reached his age. He should be on the next few trains."

The bear-like Yegorov stopped, looked around, and asked: "Is there any water?"

Yakov immediately came over with a cup: "Here."

Yegorov took the cup but did not drink it immediately. He looked at Yakov and said, "Yes, Vasily's spiked head looks like a real adjutant. Our general finally has a decent adjutant!"

Wang Zhong: "We were talking about him just now, saying that if he learns more from me, he can go back to study and become a regiment commander."

"Okay, you must be right to learn from the general!" Yegorov patted Yakov on the shoulder and drank all the water in the glass. "Back to business, where should I go? There is a regiment of infantry now. Here we are, the vortex and the tank are on the way, oh by the way, I brought your car No. 422."

Pavlov: "This is unnecessary. Now our commander has a new vehicle, the Pe-3 reconnaissance aircraft with tactical number 422."

"Take a plane instead?" Yegorov looked confused, "Isn't that thing very fragile? What if it is shot down?"

"You don't have to worry about that." Emilia's voice came from behind Yegorov.

Yegorov turned his head and immediately gasped: "Tsk, this... is not good. Vasilyevna (Lyudmila's father's name) is on the way and may arrive at any time. I heard that she is here for Give way to the military vehicle, are you on your way here now?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, this is my order. I hope she will come to this purgatory later, and it is best to stay on the other side of the river."

Yegorov glanced at Emilia: "Really?"

Emilia sighed: "Of course it's true. My relationship with Admiral Rokossov is very innocent, and everyone knows it. In order to avoid rumors, I even moved my residence to the airport. When he is not investigating, I Just fly my Spitfire."

Wang Zhong: "She shot down four Prosen fighter jets and one bomber in the past two days."

"Two," Amelia corrected, "two bombers."

Yegorov's eyes widened: "So powerful? Shooting down six enemy planes in two days? Much more powerful than the 'White Lily' Lilia who was in the newspaper!"

Wang Zhong: "She is a witch. Have you forgotten that she killed the falconer who assassinated me at a distance of three kilometers?"

Yegorov touched his head: "That's true. I thought she just shot accurately and was a talent like those female snipers."

Wang Zhong: "If my plane returning home had not been escorted by her, it would have been sent to the bottom of the inland sea by Proson's twin-engine heavy fighter."

Yegorov immediately stood in awe of Emilia: "That's amazing. On behalf of the entire army, I thank you, pilot Davarich."

"I should do it." Emilia smiled.

At this time, Pavlov came over with an order and handed it to Yegorov: "This is your mission. There is a protrusion on our front line. It is currently surrounded by enemies on three sides. We call it the Unnamed Heights. Navy The annihilation battalions of the 393rd Infantry Brigade and the 225th Division took over the defense the night before yesterday and have been fighting fiercely with the enemy for a day.

"Go and replace them. In addition, the enemy should be running out of ammunition now. See if you can launch a small-scale counterattack to slightly alleviate the situation around the unknown highlands."

Yegorov flipped through the order, stopped at the map page attached to the order, stared at it for a few seconds and said, "Okay, I will go to the place to investigate in person, and I will launch a counterattack when I have an idea. I will ask the front army for it at that time." Artillery support."

Wang Zhong: "As much as you want, there are enough artillery tubes. We can't use up the artillery shells sent by the Allies here. I need you to hold on to the unknown heights for at least two days."

Yegorov stood at attention and saluted: "Promise to complete the task!"

After saying that, he suddenly smiled: "It seems like last year has returned. When the war just started, the time to hold on has become longer this time."

Wang Zhong also smiled: "Yes, last year we defended under my command - well, we were able to defend mainly by the KV tanks that arrived in time. Now you have to hold on longer, and there are no KVs."

"I have a vortex." Yegorov was very confident. "This thing is much more reliable than the KV heavy tank. It is a good thing you made, General. Then I'm leaving!"

"Wait a minute!" Wang Zhong called to him, "Eat before leaving. I'll go eat with you."

He stood up, patted Yegorov on the shoulder, and walked out.

Pavlov: "If something goes wrong, I'll have someone call you in the dining hall."

Yegorov followed Wang Zhong and walked out. As he walked, he said, "Is this a decapitation meal?"

Wang Zhong: "Don't be so talkative. But you're right, this time is different from before. Maybe this will be the last hot meal you eat."

Yegorov: "Why are you so sentimental all of a sudden? Are you still the same Rokossov who returned from hell?"

Wang Zhong: "I'm just treating you to a meal, where did you get so many distractions?"

Yegorov laughed loudly and changed the subject: "I heard that your cooking skills at Seris are excellent?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes, everyone who has eaten it says it is delicious."

At this time, the two of them walked to the canteen next to the headquarters. Chef Siris, who was tall and round, was busy. He raised his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw Wang Zhong, he laughed honestly: "Morning!"

Wang Zhong also answered in the Cantonese he had just learned: "Morning, what do you want to eat today?"

The cook replied: "I made something a little different today! But it will definitely suit the taste of Ant people!"

Wang Zhong could understand it directly, but still pretended not to understand and looked at the translator.

The translator said the answer directly: "Today I am eating a dish from the north of Seris, pork stewed with vermicelli."

The cook uses a large spoon to scoop a spoonful directly from the pot - from the bucket.

Wang Zhong swallowed.

And Yegorov had already started to rub his hands: "Oh, this looks so good and smells delicious! It reminds me of the stew in my hometown! What's that transparent one?"

Wang Zhong: "Vermicelli, a kind of... er, Siris' pasta, it should be considered pasta."

Yegorov directly picked up the empty bowl on the table: "Help me fill it up. Such a fragrant thing must not be unpalatable. Come on, fill it up!"

Wang Zhong looked at Yegorov's excitement and asked the cook: "How much have you made? Is it enough for the whole group to eat?"

The cook looked at the translator, and after the translator finished speaking, he immediately looked embarrassed: "This... is too difficult. Mainly because there are not so many seasonings. The pork is enough - oh yes, and the vermicelli is not enough."

While Wang Zhong pretended to wait for the translation, Yegorov was already snoring and eating, just like a bear eating honey.

Yakov also came over: "This... looks delicious. Can I have a bowl too?"

"Come here!" Yegorov pointed at the bucket, "It's such a big bucket, I can't finish it!"

Do you still want to finish eating?

Wang Zhong suppressed his desire to complain and watched the two Anters, one fat and one thin, enjoying their food.