Arc of Gunfire

Wang Zhong certainly had never been to the battlefield. His real motherland had not fought for more than 30 years.

But he had played War Thunder, known as the "Russian original god", and had rich experience in annihilating enemies in this game. He knew what terrain to find to block the vulnerable flanks of tanks.

There are three main roads in Upper Peniye Village, two of which enter the village from the west, and form a Y shape with the road that leaves the village from the east.

If the south is regarded as "below", this is a lying Y, with the open mouth facing the west.

But in fact, these three roads do not intersect directly, but enclose a triangular area in the middle of the village.

On the north side of the area is the luxurious manor of the local boye master, and the main part of the manor is a three-story red brick building.

The most important building in the triangle is the local church. The height of the church itself is as high as the three-story manor of the boye master, and there is also a taller bell tower.

Next to the church is the village mill, which is a mechanical mill with a steam boiler.

Further south are two two-story buildings, which are the houses of the wealthy class in the town. It is said that one of them is the emperor's forest officer.

The winery that Wang Zhong chose as his headquarters was located to the east of these things, next to the one leg lying in the shape of a Y. Once he walked out of the winery door, he would reach the triangle area in a few steps.

Of course, Wang Zhong couldn't even walk these few steps, so he could only command a stretcher to carry him over.

"Stop!" He shouted at the door of the mill, squinting his eyes and looking to the west.

When he looked down from the top, he thought he could see one of the west entrances of the village all the way from this position, but he didn't expect to find that a section of stone wall and a wooden house in the distance blocked his view.

Wang Zhong immediately realized that this was an excellent terrain to force the enemy tanks to fight 1V1 with his own tanks. The road to the west was not wide, so it was unlikely that two tanks would go side by side. The enemy must have come one after another.

And there was a retreat route in this place. Once it was found that too many enemies were pouring in, they could reverse and hide behind the mill.

The mechanical mill was two stories high, and even the T28, which was bulky and large, could be hidden.

Wang Zhong immediately shouted: "Come here! Call Captain Lubokov!"

Soon, the tank with tactical number 422 was deployed at this street corner.

Wang Zhong, with a dizzy head, explained to the tank commander: "When more than two enemy tanks appear in your field of vision, you retreat and let the mill block you!"

The commander of No. 422 was a corporal, who looked very nervous and nodded repeatedly after hearing Wang Zhong's words.

Wang Zhong: "You guys measure the distance now and make sure you hit the enemy with the first shot when you see it!"

Tank commander: "Understood, retreat when you see the enemy!"

Wang Zhong was stunned, thinking that he was confused and heard it wrong.

Lubokov, riding a white horse, scolded: "Listen to the count's orders! The count asked you to measure the distance now!"

Corporal: "Measure the distance? Measure what?"

Wang Zhong: "How long have you been a tank commander?"

Corporal: "One day, I was replaced from another crew!"

Wang Zhong: "Change an experienced crew to guard this position."

Lubokov sighed: "Let me do it, guard here, measure the distance, and retreat into the shadow of the mill once facing more than two enemy tanks, right?"

Wang Zhong: "Yes."

Then he directed the stretcher and assigned tasks to the other two tanks, asking them to use the terrain to fire telescopic guns and give the advancing Proson tanks a little surprise.

As for the No. 422 tank whose commander was overly nervous, Wang Zhong thought about it and arranged them in the yard of the winery as the last reserve.

After hearing that his mission was the reserve, the corporal who had only been a tank commander for one day breathed a sigh of relief.

After arranging the tasks of the tank troops, Wang Zhong was about to order the soldiers who were carrying his stretcher to return to the winery when he saw a car stop in front of the church. A middle-aged man got out of the car and looked up at the church's bell tower.

"This position must have a good view." He said, "Carry the magic arrow up! We will give the Prosen people a little shock from the bell tower!"

It seems that this is Brother Yetsemenko who commands the magic arrow team.

Lyudmila got out of the back of the truck and was slightly surprised to see Wang Zhong: "Alyosha?"

Brother Yetsemenko noticed Wang Zhong and saluted: "Count Rokossov, salute you."

Wang Zhong nodded.

At this time, Yetsemenko's men unloaded the magic arrow from the truck.

This was the first time Wang Zhong saw this kind of weapon up close. Although his brain thinking ability was poor at this time, he still noticed that the magic arrow was different from what he imagined.

So he asked: "Where is the guidance device? This looks like an ordinary rocket!"

In his impression, this kind of anti-tank missile has a very large guidance device. When he was a child, he read the light weapons magazine, and the anti-tank missiles published on it all came with large sighting equipment.

And this magic arrow launcher is just a single slide rail, which is so simple that it is unimaginable.

Monk Ye Caimenko looked puzzled: "Didn't you see the holy emblem of the God Arrow Department?"

Wang Zhong's brain was burning so much that he didn't react for a while: "Holy emblem?"

The private in charge of carrying the magic arrow even turned the magic arrow in his arms so that Wang Zhong could see the holy emblem on the head clearly.

Brother Yezemenko glanced at Lyudmila: "Captain Melehovna is very good as a prayer hand. She has successfully hit an enemy tank. According to the regulations, I should apply for a battle result mark for her. But you also know our situation..."

Only then did Wang Zhong's brain realize: The holy emblem, praying hands, and the divine arrow are really guided by "divine power"?

He thought it was like the Mechanicus in Warhammer 40K, which couldn't understand high technology and therefore became a religion.

Wang Zhong waved his hand: "I understand. Are you ready to go to the bell tower?"

Ye Tsemenko nodded: "Yes, the view from the bell tower must be very good."

Wang Zhong: "But the enemy can see you very clearly. There will be obvious smoke after the divine arrow is fired, right?"

He had seen the flight path of the divine arrow from an overhead perspective, and it couldn't be more obvious.

Ye Tsemenko: "The tail smoke is indeed very obvious, but what is more obvious is the light of the warhead when it is guiding. What's wrong?"

Wang Zhong waved his hand: "Then it's a bad idea for you to go up to the bell tower. If you launch the first one, you will be discovered immediately. The enemy tanks will focus on taking care of the bell tower."

Clear vision is generally two-way.

Wang Zhong pointed at the church: "My suggestion is to prepare multiple firing positions, and place a divine arrow in each position. After the fight begins, quickly move with this lightweight frame, and change places after shooting!"

Yezemenko: "According to the operating instructions, we should snipe enemy tanks as much as possible in a place with a wide field of vision, and take advantage of the range of the divine arrows as much as possible. The divine arrows can hit two kilometers! The enemy's tank guns cannot hit that far. ”

Wang Zhong: "The enemy will use smoke to block your vision. That's what they did in Ronezh City!"

Although Wang Zhong now has a high fever, he still thinks of what happened in Ronezh City. At that time, Yetsemenko's team destroyed an enemy tank, and then the enemy infantry set up smoke to block their view.

Apparently the Prosens are familiar with how to fight the Divine Arrow.

Yezemenko still wanted to object: "But..."

"There's nothing wrong with that. I'm the current commander. I don't allow you to go to the bell tower!"

At this time, Yegorov stepped in to smooth things over: "In this way, we have found a few good machine gun positions, which are also very suitable for setting up magic arrows. Why not just set up magic arrows in these places? The infantry can still cover you!"

Yezemenko hesitated for a moment and said: "Well, I hope the count did not make such a decision because he was burned out. I also hope he did not give special care to Miss Melekhovna!"

As he spoke, he glared at Lyudmila.