Arc of Gunfire

Pavlov handed the watch in his hand to Yegorov: "Get on the train in this order. The labor camp and railway workers will help us fix the tanks and heavy artillery."

After speaking, he turned to Wang Zhong: "The brigadier general's command compartment is in compartment 1, right next to the air defense compartment."

Wang Zhong: "I didn't see any passenger compartment?"

Pavlov smiled slightly: "No, there are few people in your carriage, and there are tables, chairs and beds."

...it seems acceptable?

Wang Zhong really wanted to try sleeping on straw. After all, he didn't know what kind of hard times he would experience in the future, so it would be better to adapt in advance.

At this time, his hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Then something like a big cotton-padded jacket was rolled up, and the cool night breeze suddenly disappeared, and it even started to get hot.

Wang Zhong was shocked and quickly turned around to see where the monster was chewing his hand.

It was Lyudmila. She hugged Wang Zhong's arm like a pillow and raised her face.

Wang Zhong: "Don't be like this, they are all wearing military uniforms."

Lyudmila seemed not to have heard what he said, and said, "You obviously have zero points as a scholar, but you can still speak so well!"

Miss, you have misunderstood, Wang Zhong thought. The first paragraph ending with potato stew and beef is my true level. The second one is the most famous modern poem "If We Don't Go to War" by the poet Tian Jian...

I copied all the awesome speeches. Don’t worship me, young lady!

When Wang Zhong felt guilty for appropriating other people's "achievements", Lyudmila turned around and asked Pavlov: "Is there a bed in the No. 1 carriage?"

Pavlov nodded seriously: "Yes. But it is a lighter camp bed. Do you need me to change it to a sturdy wooden bed?"

Wang Zhong's brain short-circuited for a moment: "What do you mean? Why do you need to change the wooden bed?"

Lyudmila: "No need, just a light camp bed."

Pavlov: "Okay. Let us other officers squeeze in with the soldiers in Car No. 2."

? ? ?

Wang Zhong was about to ask what was going on, but Lyudmila dragged him to the train.

At this time, Wang Zhong finally realized what was going to happen, but in his mind, this unfolding was very sci-fi and impossible to happen, so he had never thought about it before.

Wang Zhong: "Lyudmila! Didn't we agree to wait until the war is over..."

"Call me Liu Xia, or Mira!" The girl interrupted Wang Zhong.

Lyudmila's nickname is Lyuda, and her further nickname is Liu Xia. Generally, calling her Liu Xia means that the two of them have achieved perfection.

This girl is going to be hard today!

"Why? So sudden?"

"I don't know! Just looking at the way you gave your speech just now, I feel like today is the day!"

Wang Zhong: "Lyudmila! Liuda! Liuxia! There will be very difficult war years in the future, let..."

"I'll get by! No problem!"

"Oh, forget it, then...eh?"

Wang Zhong looked at the soldiers who had completely stopped boarding the car and started watching the show, and his face suddenly turned red.

Why can this girl take such initiative in front of so many people? What about reserve?

Just then, Wang Zhong remembered that Lyudmila was a furry girl, and she would grow into a furry aunt who could fight bears in the deep mountains and forests. Isn't this normal?

While thinking this, Wang Zhong was already dragged into the No. 1 carriage.

As soon as he entered the carriage, Lyudmila pushed him against the wall of the tanker with her backhand: "I know you are right, I understand. I also agree! But how can I bear it!

"The younger brother who was always getting into trouble suddenly turned into... a white horse!"

Wang Zhong: "Became a white horse?"

Buscephalas?

Lyudmila: "That's it..."

She was also at a loss for words. She thought for a few seconds and shouted, "No matter what!"

Then she nibbled on it.

Poor Wang Zhong, he has never seen such a vigorous development of science fiction. His understanding of how proactive girls can be is only "if a girl has a set of underwear, then you may be the one who gets slept with." degree.

I've never seen such a fierce girl before. I have a blind spot in my knowledge.

Do all the girls in this area behave this way? Will I be run over by the wheels of a car in the future? ——Wang Zhong thought as he was being crushed back and forth by the explosive reactive armor.

Wang Zhong: "Can you at least wait to drive?"

"No one will come in!" said Lyudmila.

————

Jules July 9, 914 at 0350 hours.

The train carrying Wang Zhong and his troops slowly drove into Sabachevsky, 110 kilometers away from Loktov, where it was necessary to replenish coal and add water to the boiler and water tank.

Wang Zhong stood at the open door of Car No. 1, looking at Sabachevsky in the morning light.

Lyudmila appeared next to him and said: "You put on your military uniform! What does it look like like this? Many soldiers will come down for air later. They see that your belt is not fastened, and it will affect morale!"

While scolding, the girl skillfully helped Wang Zhong put on his clothes, then stood on tiptoes and kissed Wang Zhong on the lips: "Good morning."

Wang Zhong was still absent-minded: "Morning."

Ah, he thought, my fiancée is wonderful. It was just a little too good, causing the Sage Time to extend into the next morning.

Lyudmila turned around to straighten her silver hair and said while doing so: "You should find an orderly. How can a general not have an orderly?"

"Okay." Wang Zhong responded absently.

Lyudmila continued: "It's a pity that I am a praying hand and have a combat mission, otherwise I would have been your orderly."

Wang Zhong: "Huh? Can the orderly be a woman?"

"Yes, the secularists believe that women can theoretically do anything that men can do. You wanted to bring a maid before, but your father forced the butler to come over."

When she mentioned "the old housekeeper," Lyudmila's voice stuttered, and then she sighed softly: "If the old man sees your current state, he will definitely cry with joy."

It seems that this old housekeeper has always hated iron, Wang Zhong guessed.

At this time, the train completed its arrival and came to a complete stop.

Pavlov jumped out of Car No. 2 and stretched his head to look at Car No. 1.

Wang Zhong raised his hand and waved.

Then Pavlov came boldly: "Is it convenient?"

Wang Zhong: "Convenience, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to the station's telegraph room to send a telegram. Together? I'm afraid I'll sleep there alone and miss the train."

Wang Zhong: "Okay!"

He jumped and reached the platform.

Lyudmila's voice came from the carriage: "Your leather shoes! Really, they haven't been wiped for a long time! Change them and I'll wipe them for you!"

As she spoke, she threw out a pair of cloth shoes.

Wang Zhong could only change his shoes.

Pavlov: "The battlefield is also a place where the flower of love blooms brightly, isn't it?"

"Hmph, you are quite romantic." Wang Zhong teased.

The bear-shaped chief of staff waited for Wang Zhong to change his shoes, and then took the lead to walk to the telegraph room next to the station.

At this time, the other soldiers on the canister truck also came out for air. When these young men saw Wang Zhong, they all smiled meaningfully.

Vasily whistled directly.

Wang Zhong: "If you are disrespectful to your superior, be careful that Popov will punish you by picking up manure!"

Popov also got out of the car, and when he heard Wang Zhong's words, he turned around and shouted: "Don't worry about ventilation, let out water when it's time to let it out! Don't pee in the stuffy car later! And if yesterday's beef stew with potatoes needs to be put away, do it quickly." ! The train has to stop for half an hour to add coal and water!"

Wang Zhong: "Do you want to stop for so long?"

"Yes." Pavlov nodded, "I plan to use this time to ask the front army command via wired telegram how to arrange it after we arrive at Agsukov. After all, in the order given to us yesterday, even after we arrive It’s not written where I’m stationed.”

Wang Zhong: "Maybe someone will receive us at the station, just like they did when we entered Bogdanovka before."

Pavlov didn't answer.

There was only an old man on duty in the telegraph room at the station. When Wang Zhong and others came in, the old man was sleeping leaning against the back of his chair with his mouth wide open.

The old man opened his eyes suddenly when he heard the door ringing: "Oh, it's two officers! Oh, and there's a general! What can I do for you?"

Wang Zhong pointed to Pavlov: "My chief of staff wants to use the telegraph machine."

"Okay." The old man put on his glasses and turned on the telegraph machine.

Pavlov began to dictate the contents of the telegram, and the beeping sound echoed in the telegraph room.

Wang Zhongze was bored and began to look at the notice board on the wall of the telegraph room, carefully looking at the notes pressed on the board with thumbtacks.

"Who took the coffee I left in the telegraph room yesterday?"

"Lost and found: a blue pen. Please ask the owner to get it back from Peter."

...It's all trivial matters.

Wang Zhong suddenly felt that this place was so peaceful that it was unreal, as if the previous wars were all his illusions.

Until he saw a note: "The collective memorial service of the 54th train group will be held tomorrow. I hope to attend on time."

This note is just mixed in a bunch of trivial notes, and you can't even notice it if you don't look carefully.

Sure enough, no one can stay out of this war.

At this time, Pavlov finished his dictation and breathed a sigh of relief: "The next step is to wait for the reply from the other side. I hope they can come in time. If the other side really forgets to arrange a place for us, it will be a headache. I hope that after a fierce battle, The soldiers can at least get a good night's sleep."

Wang Zhong nodded: "Yeah. Indeed. If you only have straw on the train, you will definitely not be able to sleep well."

Wang Zhong slept soundly last night. The only problem was that the camp bed shook a bit.

For the next time, the two of them waited quietly.

Pavlov probably was too sleepy, so he fell asleep directly on the bench, leaning against the back of the chair.

Wang Zhongze continued to observe everything in the room - this room was full of life. In addition to the bulletin board filled with notes, there were briefing papers posted on the walls of the room, and other messy things.

Twenty minutes passed like this.

The electric bell rang suddenly, and the old man who sent the message quickly reminded: "Two adults, the train will leave in ten minutes. You'd better get on the train quickly to avoid being pulled off."

Pavlov stretched and let out a long yawn.

Wang Zhong: "Why don't you go to Car No. 1 and sleep on the camp bed?"

"No," Pavlov flatly refused, "How dare I use the bedding you two have used."

Wang Zhong: "You can throw away the bedding and sleep directly on the hard board."

Pavlov thought for a while: "It makes sense. That's it. And we officers should have packed into the No. 1 car together and took turns to rest."

Wang Zhong: "Then let's go."

The two of them came out of the telegraph room together and returned to Car No. 1.

Lyudmila had already put away all the bedding and piled it in the corner of the carriage.

Not only that, she also boiled water and brewed coffee with a stove she got from nowhere.

Wang Zhong's leather shoes were neatly placed under the camp bed, the surface was shiny and spotless.

Lyudmila's shoe-polishing skills were really good.

Pavlov saw the coffee and shook his head: "Coffee has no effect on me now, so let me have a good sleep. Take up the camp bed."

He lay directly on the bare camp bed and fell asleep in seconds like Nobita Nobi.

Maybe he hadn't slept for too long, his snoring was very loud, trying to compete with the whistle.

At this time, Yegorov also appeared at the door of carriage No. 1: "Where is Pavlov? Did he ask where we were stationed? Huh? Why is he sleeping?"

Wang Zhong: "I sent a telegram but there was no reply."

Just as Yegorov was about to speak, a whistle came from outside.

Yegorov turned around and shouted: "Get on the bus! There are five minutes before the bus leaves! Get on the bus! Each squad leader should count the number of people. If someone is not here, send someone to find them! Hurry!" After giving the order, Yegorov looked at Pavlov again: "So we still don't know where to stay in Agsukov?" At this time, Lyudmila said: "You can stay in Alyosha's manor." Wang Zhong was shocked: "Whose thing?" "Your manor." I still have this thing? Yegorov asked worriedly: "Can it fit?" Lyudmila: "It should be possible. After all, there are 210 rooms in the two main buildings." How many rooms? Lyudmila looked at the stunned Wang Zhong in confusion: "What are you wondering about?" I'm wondering what kind of family I am, how can I have such a huge wealth. Wait, I seem to be a count? Can a count have a large manor with 210 rooms? Yegorov: "Sounds good, let's stay in the nobleman's house and see what it feels like."

At this time, the stationmaster held the loudspeaker: "Mr. Officer, please get on the train!"

Yegorov grabbed the door of the sealed car and climbed up with force: "Since Pavlov sleeps here, I'll come too. Carriage No. 2 is too crowded, it's more comfortable here."

Before Wang Zhong answered, Su Fang suddenly appeared and climbed up nimbly by grabbing the door.

"I received a message from Agsukov's choir." Su Fang said, "I need to report to you!"

Just at this time, the car started slowly.

"Ah, I can't go back." Su Fang stuck out her tongue.

Lyudmila put the cup into her hand: "Coffee."

"Oh, thank you." Sufang nodded and took a big sip. "It tastes good. The coffee beans are ground very finely."

Lyudmila: "I didn't grind it. The aunt in the distribution warehouse gave it to me when I went to get the stove."

Wang Zhong suddenly remembered the note on the notice board in the telegraph room: "Who took the coffee I left in the telegraph room yesterday?"

Can this be connected?

Sufang took another sip of coffee, and then she shrank her neck, perhaps because she was burned.

Wang Zhong: "What did the Agusukov Choir say?"

"Cancel the attack. All units please resist firmly and do not retreat." Sufang said.

Wang Zhong was shocked: "The good news is that the higher-ups finally realized that the attack was not advisable. The bad news is..."

Yegorov: "Fortunately we ran fast, otherwise we might have been wiped out in Loktov."

Lyudmila looked in the direction of Loktov: "Those young people must fight to the end last night."

Everyone was silent.

Only Pavlov's carefree snoring continued.