Chapter 567: Condolence Call

After a series of events surrounding the surrender, Wang Zhong finally returned to the headquarters on the evening of December 8.

Pavlov, who had returned earlier, was standing in front of a table piled with documents, as if he was stretching his muscles.

Wang Zhong: "What is this? Why are there so many more documents than usual?"

"The battle is over. We are identifying the bodies and confirming the list of casualties, but the city has been in such a state. It is estimated that quite a number of people will be written as 'missing'."

Wang Zhong: "You should give these to your six-episode clerk. Next, we are going to pursue the fleeing Prosen heavy troops, which seems to be called the Shiplin Group? We are going to defeat the enemy's B Army Group with a crushing force, recapture the land lost since June in recent years, and approach Shepetovka.

"This will further threaten the Prosen people's A Army Group. If things go well, we can even return to Khasalia!"

Pavlov turned and looked at the large map of the entire battlefield, frowning: "Are you planning to encircle the enemy's A Army Group? Are we too greedy? Last year, we were taught a lesson by the Proson army, which set up a solid defense line in advance, because we were too aggressive. "

On the war map that includes the entire Europa, the middle section of the eastern battlefield is still basically the same as it was after the counterattack last year. General Gorky's attack has only achieved a local breakthrough and has not changed the battle line as a whole.

Wang Zhong: "The Proson army is still very strong overall, but there is a reason for my expectation. That is, the entire Nanant grassland is almost defenseless, and the logistics supply is extremely poor. We can use the advantages of artillery and manpower to defeat the exhausted enemy.

"Of course, what I just said about returning to Khazaria is just a beautiful vision. I won't really take this as a goal."

Pavlov: "I have already completed the pursuit plan. I just need to make minor adjustments based on the current reality."

Wang Zhong waved his hand: "No, no, the retreating Prosen troops have been seriously consumed in the relief operation. Although General Shiplin has set up a defense line in advance, how much supplies can he leave for the officers and soldiers on the defense line? The low temperature of minus 40 degrees Celsius is unbearable for the Sixth Army. Do you think the troops left behind can bear it?

"No, Pavlov, forget your plan. Now all our troops must be deployed to attack, and as soon as possible."

Pavlov: "Of course, cavalry and infantry can do this, but mechanized infantry and armored troops cannot. But since you want to set off as soon as possible, I think you can do this, separate the troops with low logistics needs from the troops with high logistics needs.

"Provide a series of forward supply stations for troops with low logistical needs, so that they can use them when passing by. The armored and mechanized infantry should develop a complete supply plan and advance step by step as before.

"You know our support capabilities. We can't move forward at full speed day and night like Prosen. If we do this, 60% of our tanks may break down halfway, and we don't have enough power to recover them."

Wang Zhong thought about it and agreed with Pavlov's suggestion: "You are more professional in this area, so you can do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang. Because Wang Zhong was relatively close, he picked up the receiver directly: "I am Rokosov, the commander of the front. Who?"

Lyudmila's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Alyosha! You... Is the phone line busy now? "

Wang Zhong looked around and saw that every phone in the headquarters was in use, but the staff took the initiative to call various troops to convey instructions.

And the red phone near him and Pavlov rarely rang, as if the noise in the headquarters had nothing to do with it.

Wang Zhong picked up the phone, pulled the phone line and sat on the empty table at the edge: "It's okay, there shouldn't be any emergency situation that will use my red phone now. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, healthy and not injured. But Nellie... Nellie's eyes are not good. There is a huge scratch on the eyeball that was taken out. The doctor said that even if there is no infection, her vision cannot be preserved. Today she has taken the evacuation train to the rehabilitation center on the inland sea. The doctor said that it will take at least four months for the wound to heal completely. "

Wang Zhong sighed: "I know Nellie is injured, but she has been on the front line, I thought it was just a minor injury. "

Lyudmila: "Your orderly tried his best to let the soldiers know that they have not been abandoned. Praise her well when she comes back. ”

Wang Zhong: “Well, I will, Liu Xia, I will.”

“And that is…” Lyudmila’s voice suddenly became quieter.

Wang Zhong: “What’s wrong?”

“No, you are still going to pursue the enemy, right?”

“Yes.”

Lyudmila: “Then I’d better give up the dedicated line. I heard that even His Majesty the Tsar was strictly prohibited from interfering with the operation of the front headquarters.”

Wang Zhong: “Liu Xia, you can talk more. You are my wife, and the soldiers will understand.”

“No, don’t be willful. The opportunity is fleeting, and we still have a lot of time in the future.”

Wang Zhong smiled: “Yes, we still have a lot of time in the future.”

I always feel that this is setting a FLAG, but at this moment Wang Zhong doesn’t think that he will lose Lyudmila in the war, as if there is some kind of apocalypse.

“Then, see you in Yebao when the muddy season comes.”

“Well, see you in Yebao next year. I’m hanging up. "Although Lyudmila said this, she didn't hang up the phone.

Wang Zhong: "Hang up, dear."

The girl hung up the phone reluctantly.

Pavlov: "You can talk for a while."

Wang Zhong: "What about you? Don't you want to chat with your wife? No, the commander of the front cannot be treated specially."

"I don't know who just said 'You can chat for a while, the soldiers won't mind.'" Pavlov was unusually sarcastic.

Wang Zhong just scratched his head.

As a result, the red phone rang again at this time, and Wang Zhong picked it up again - in fact, to cover up his embarrassment.

"Abavakhan Front Command, General Rokossov is on the phone." Before Wang Zhong could speak, the other side gave the order.

Wang Zhong: "I am Rokossov, please speak."

"This is the chief steward of His Majesty the Tsar's palace, General Rokossov, we have met once. His Majesty the Tsar wants to talk to you."

Then Olga's voice appeared impatiently: "Brother!"

Did she call him brother directly? Since the birth of Wang Zhong's son, Olga seemed to have accepted the identity of a foster sister.

Olga: "Brother, I am calling through official procedures this time. I want to express my condolences to all the officers and soldiers of the front who have won a brilliant victory - what? Officers and fighters? I want to express my condolences to all the officers and fighters of the front who have won a brilliant victory!"

Wang Zhong: "Will I convey it to all officers and fighters, or should I put your phone on the radio?"

"No, you can convey it on my behalf. In addition, I will broadcast the news of victory nationwide on the radio station tomorrow night. At that time, the most specific number of enemy annihilation will be needed. Please ask Chief of Staff Pavlov to prepare it."

Wang Zhong: "You want detailed battle results, right? Is it for tomorrow night's broadcast?"

Pavlov scolded: "So urgent? Considering the time to bring the decoder... It's definitely too late!"

Wang Zhong: "Pavlov said it's too late, can it be postponed to the day after tomorrow?"

Olga: "This... Postponing the announcement of victory for one day will arouse suspicion. Now everyone in Yebao knows that you have won a great victory and surrounded and annihilated hundreds of thousands of enemies, just like they surrounded and annihilated our heavy troops last year!

"Such a major victory must be announced to the people who are fighting and the people in the occupied areas as quickly as possible."

Wang Zhong: "You are right."

Pavlov: "It's mainly a matter of transmission. Such a telegram must be very long, and it will take a lot of time to encode and decode. If you can use plain text to send a message... Maybe you can try the wired telegraph used by the railway system."

Wang Zhong suddenly slapped his thigh: "Use a plane. After making a preliminary statistics, let a staff officer take the documents on the plane, so that it will reach Yebao in a few hours."

Pavlov also slapped his thigh: "Yes! "

Wang Zhong hurriedly said to the receiver: "We have found a way now. You can just broadcast normally tomorrow night."

Olga: "I heard it. I know you always have a way, brother."

For some reason, Olga's tone always reminds Wang Zhong of the hero's sister in an animation "Too Many Loser Heroines" that he liked before crossing.

Wang Zhong: "Have you finished talking about business? My line is very busy. If there is nothing else, I will hang up."

Pavlov and other staff officers frowned and looked at Wang Zhong, and what they wanted to say was written on their faces.

Olga: "Wait a minute! Congratulations on your victory, brother! Are you going back to Yebao now? We are already preparing for the awarding ceremony..."

Wang Zhong: "I will return to Yebao when the muddy period comes next year. We are now chasing the enemy. We predict that there are still about 300,000 enemies fleeing."

At this time, the staff officer came with a large envelope, opened it and poured the photos inside on the table: "Report, aerial reconnaissance, found that the enemy built fortifications on the Sukhayaveli River. ”

Wang Zhong: “Well, it seems that the enemy intends to maintain the demarcation line of the muddy period at the place they occupied at the end of August this year.”

Pavlov picked up the photo and looked at it carefully: “It looks like there are large-scale engineering machinery, but... it’s winter now. Even if we use explosives to blast the ice, it will freeze the next day. It’s minus 40 degrees.”

Because of the severe cold, the river that was originally a natural barrier has become a thoroughfare.

Wang Zhong: “The one defending here is our old rival, the Tenth Army. I wonder if its commander still likes the fake tanks I left for him.”

Pavlov: “This time you finally have an advantage in terms of the troops you have.”

Wang Zhong smiled.