Chapter 519 This Is the Passionate Combination of the Two of Us

Emilia's voice was full of doubt: "What's going on?"

"Didn't you feel it?"

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

Wang Zhong only saw at this time that the enemies on the position were drinking coffee.

Drink! Coffee! 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 feel it if the enemy is not hostile, right?"

"I don't know." Emilia's voice was helpless, "I reported to the higher-ups, saying that I should test my perception and let the Royal Science Committee form an expert group or something. But it has been three years since I submitted my report, and no one has come to test me. Instead, many people want to date me."

Wang Zhong asked seriously: "Did you agree?"

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

"I said date."

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

Wang Zhong: "Just curious."

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

Because of the distance, the entire building was in the "fog of war", and it was unclear whether there were Proson people stationed inside, nor whether the Proson flag was hung.

Moreover, this building deviated greatly from the route of Pei 3, and Emilia would definitely not pass by it if she flew straight - she would not even put the building into Wang Zhong's 2.5-kilometer highlight range.

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

"Another anti-aircraft gun?" Emilia's hand was already moving while asking the question, so the plane tilted to the right.

"No, I saw a landlord's courtyard, which feels like at least a headquarters. Let's go and have a look." When Wang Zhong spoke, the tilt of the plane had been restored, and Emilia completed the 30-degree adjustment. Now the route of Pei 3 is pointing directly to the noble manor.

The plane, flying at a high speed of more than 400 kilometers per hour, arrived above the courtyard in a blink of an eye.

From Wang Zhong's bird's-eye view, a large number of "red names" were swiped out below. If this were an online game, so many red names would be refreshed in an instant, which would scare people to death.

Wang Zhong was dazzled, and for a while he couldn't find which official was more senior.

He keenly discovered the weakness of his highlight system: it doesn't mark military ranks! He has to judge who is a senior officer based on their demeanor!

Damn, it's all open, and it's killing me to put a military rank on everyone's head!

Before Wang Zhong finished complaining, the plane had already passed over the house and went directly out of the highlight range.

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

But flying slowly will be caught by enemy fighters, or even shot down, what a contradiction!

Emilia: "It's really a headquarters! Judging from the number of cars, it might be a military headquarters (actually it's the headquarters of two divisions combined, resulting in a lot of cars and a lot of people, 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, and the raindrops outside kept falling on the glass cockpit cover of the plane, and then were blown to the back by the wind, becoming like the "speed line" in the comics.

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 bird who has traveled through time for a year and a half, he can already skillfully use various tools for map operations. He quickly measured the distance with the help of the plug-in. "This place is 15 kilometers away from our line. We can still fight if we want. Push the artillery to the front line and fire at this place. Withdraw after the fire."

Emilia: "The artillery has changed its position. Can it really be accurate without calibration? If it is a night bombardment, it is impossible to calibrate."

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 generals and division commanders in the big group of red names. He also thought there was a lieutenant general commander.

Emilia: "It may not be the military headquarters. I feel that the military headquarters is not likely to be only a dozen kilometers away from the front line. Otherwise, I will go back to see more clearly?"

Wang Zhong: "No, the enemy should be alarmed. It is a bit dangerous to go back. Let's continue the reconnaissance flight."

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Three minutes ago, the joint division headquarters of the 9th Armored Division and the 9th Armored Grenadier Division of the 14th Armored Army of Plossen.

Major General Schmidt raised his head: "The sound of the aircraft engine? In such a rainy day?"

At this time, everyone heard the engine sound.

In just a short moment, the sound faded away.

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

Major General Schmidt: "Damn, the anti-aircraft firepower of the headquarters did not respond at all! Let the anti-aircraft battalion commander come over! Also, find out what plane just flew over our heads!"

Soon the anti-aircraft battalion commander came and stood at attention in front of the two major generals.

Schmidt: "The sound of your heels cannot cover up your dereliction of duty just now, so what plane just flew over our heads?"

Battalion Commander: "An aircraft painted red on both sides. It may be Pei-2 or Tu-2."

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

"Maybe it's a reconnaissance type." The battalion commander said, "The passing time was too short. It only took a few seconds from hearing the sound of the engine to seeing the aircraft, and it was still flying close to the ground..."

Major General Hope interrupted the battalion commander: "Does Ant's Air Force paint have a tradition of being all red?"

"Yes." The air force colonel in charge of liaison finally got the chance to speak. Usually he would just send a weather forecast and then finish his work. "One of Ant's Jacques aces likes to use all-red paint, which is very conspicuous. , is said to be modeled after our ace, 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's really strange. The special paint for our army's ace is mainly for fighter jets and attack aircraft. The reconnaissance aircraft is painted red..."

"Red!" Schmidt slapped his thigh, "General Rokossov likes to use the red flag! His ace division is also called the 'Red Flag' mechanized infantry division."

"How is it possible?" Major General Hope waved his hand repeatedly. "The commander of the front army flew a plane to conduct reconnaissance in person, and even painted the plane a cool red. How is this possible? Even if he conducts reconnaissance, there should be an escort. Was there an escort just now?"

Major General Hope turned to the air defense battalion commander and repeated the question: "Is there an escort?"

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

"Then it's definitely not. However, you still have to report the observation of the red reconnaissance plane to the superiors. Maybe there are other intelligence channels above that know the origin of this aircraft." Major General Hope said.

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

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

Emilia helped: "I took a look at the yard. The vehicles and security forces are stronger than the average division headquarters. It really looks like a military headquarters."

Pavlov: "Very good, are you 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 this position!"

He found a protrusion on the second line of defense and poked it with a map stick.

"Fire from here."

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

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

"You mean how long it will take to complete the full set of deployment + retreat actions? One hour, at least one hour. It would be faster if it were an artillery regiment pulled by all vehicles, but the artillery regiments we have now are all pulled by mules and horses."

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

He suddenly felt an urgent need for truck guns.

However, the truck cannon first requires a powerful load-carrying truck. The three-ton trucks currently produced by Antneng will definitely not be able to be modified into truck cannons.

Wang Zhong thought for a moment, then turned to look at the night that had fallen, and slapped the table: "No matter what, just mules and horses, mobilize a heavy artillery regiment, take advantage of the rain and night to advance here and deploy. When it fires, We used other artillery to bombard the nearby Proson troops to protect the artillery regiment from bombarding the military headquarters."

Pavlov: "It's this kind of random plan again, but I'm used to it. Someone comes and makes a battle plan according to the commander's intention. Three people should be able to complete this kind of plan."

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

Wang Zhong snapped his fingers: "Come here and take a look at the level of top students in the staff major."

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Late at night on October 23, Proson's 9th and 9th equipment combined with the 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 today, the nine-armed and homologous brother troops did not have many combat operations. They were all waiting for supplies, so Major General Schmidt had a rare day of leisure.

This made him feel that Rokossov was nothing more than that and not worth the fuss.

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

At this moment, the sound of shells piercing the sky came from the sky.

Major General Schmidt suddenly got under the cot.

The shock wave of the heavy artillery explosion shook the entire house, and dust fell on the cot.

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

Because of the negative pressure from the shell explosion, he felt that his eardrums were about to burst due to the internal pressure. He could only open his mouth and shout: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The shouting indeed balanced the internal and external pressure, and Schmidt's ears gradually became relaxed.

He had just relaxed a little when a large piece of lime from the ceiling crashed onto his cot, causing him to be stimulated again and shout: "Fuck! I've had enough! Damn it, blow me up! Rokoso Husband, blow me up! Blow me up!"

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

Then the tremors finally came to an end.

Schmidt waited for a few seconds, and only got out of the camp bed after making sure it was over, strode out of the room, and ran into the headquarters: "The artillery of the Ants must be within the range of our troops. If they want to bomb me, I must put the artillery on the front line! Ask where the bomb came from!"

Chief of Staff: "Report, our troops have been bombarded, and no one has reported the discovery of the Ant 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, and some troops should have discovered that the artillery is nearby!"

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

Suddenly, Schmidt slapped his thigh: "That red reconnaissance plane! The reconnaissance plane discovered us, and then Rokosov 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, this artillery regiment must be eaten up!"