After the morning’s shelling, the Prosenians seemed to have lost their drive and made no further moves.


    Wang Zhong finished breakfast without any disturbances, and then Popov came over with a box.


    "Come on, have a game of chess," Popov said as he opened the box, spilled out the pieces, and the box unfolded into a ck-and-white checkered chessboard.


    Wang Zhong, "I only know how each piece moves."


    "Really?" Popov’s eyes widened in surprise.


    Wang Zhong, "I’m deadst in skill."


    "Stop with yourst ce talk. Just try and see, if I can beat you easily, I’d have something to brag about," Popov said as he sat opposite Wang Zhong, pushed the cutlery aside on the table, and began setting up the chessboard, "Anyway, we’ve got nothing else to do right now, and if we don’t find something for ourselves, Pavlov will call us to help out!"


    Pavlov looked up and nced over at the two of them, "You know I need help and you’re noting over?"


    Wang Zhong, "No, we wouldn’t want to get in the way of the Chief of Staff showing off his might."Pavlov snorted and handed a stack of documents to Vasily, "Take these to him for his signature."


    Vasily obediently brought over a stack of documents, "The Chief of Staff wants your signature."


    Wang Zhong raised an eyebrow, "How were these documents dealt with when I wasn’t at Corps Command?"


    "I signed them before," Pavlov said.


    "As long as you sign them, that’s fine! So why bother looking for me specifically?"


    "This is to give you something to do," Pavlov spread his hands, "You should be thanking me."


    Wang Zhong looked at Pavlov’s bald head, thinking to himself how nice it would be if he were a white-haired beauty. That temperament would be an endearing feature, then one could write a book titled "My Chief of Staff Can’t Be This Cute."


    Unfortunately, the Chief of Staff was a broad-shouldered, portly bald man.


    With that thought, Wang Zhong began signing the documents.


    Meanwhile, Popov set up the chess game and started ying against himself.


    A new staff officer was gossiping, which Wang Zhong overheard andmented, "Is it really okay to be this rxed?"


    A senior staff officer lowered his voice, "This is the battlefield, as long as the fighting hasn’t started it’s like this. Everyone does their job, kills time, waiting for the moment the battle begins."


    Suddenly, Wang Zhong remembered having a simr doubt before, but now he had bepletely ustomed to the dead calm in these battlefield interludes.


    He quickly skimmed through the documents, most of which involved moving supplies and a variety of misceneous matters that didn’t require any directives from an Army Group Commander like himself, just a signature would suffice.


    While signing the documents, the telephone rang. Pavlov picked it up, "This is Corps Command..."


    As he spoke, the air raid sirens started ring outside.


    Popov, "Looks like Brother Peter heard the enemy nesing."


    Wang Zhong, "The monk is up here? Howe I didn’t see him?"


    Popov chuckled, "You were running around everywhere yesterday, no time to see them. In fact, both the monk and God’s Arrow Company are in position, arranged by Pavlov in the defensive positions."


    By now, Pavlov had finished speaking and put down the receiver, then said to them, "Brother Peter reports, there are 24 twin-engine bombers headed our way."


    Wang Zhong, "As expected. No Stukas following them?"


    Pavlov shook his head, "No."


    Popov, while capturing a white pawn with a ck knight, said, "Intelligence has sorted out recent interrogations of captured enemy pilots. The Prosenians seem to have forbidden Stukas from bombing areas that might be defended by Divine Arrow units."


    Wang Zhong, "Is it because the Divine Arrow is too efficient at killing Stuka pilots?"


    "Yes, you don’t know how many Stukas Divine Arrow brought down in the first half of 915. The Knight Order even formed special mobile Divine Arrowpanies. Eachpany has two half-track vehicles equipped with Divine Arrowunchers, one Stepunk truck for transporting ammunition, along with a mobile infantry toon and a light anti-aircraft artillery toon.


    "Such apany, along with a prayer warrior, runs around thebat zone for mobile air defense, specializing in killing Stukas."


    Wang Zhong stopped signing and looked up at Popov, "A wholepany with just one prayer warrior?"


    Popov nodded, "Yes, the attrition of prayer warriors is too great and cannot be replenished quickly enough. The church has already conscripted all prayer warriors over the age of fifteen into the military, and any further losses would only mean we have to start using fourteen-year-olds—even then, it’s a drop in the bucketpared to how few prayer warriors are born each year."


    Wang Zhong sighed, "From what you’re saying, the fact that our Army Group still maintains the same number of prayer warriors as before actually means we’re getting special treatment, huh?"


    Previously, when Wang Zhongmanded a division, there were five prayer warriors in the division.


    Now, as hemanded an Army Group, there were still only a total of five prayer warriors—actually, there had been an increase because Ludm had gone to have children and another prayer warrior was added to take her ce.


    Popov, "The massive defeatst year was too costly. Tukhachev and thete emperor really deserve to die."


    During the great defeat of the previous year, over twenty thousand tanks were lost, thousands of heavy guns, millions of soldiers, and nearly ny percent of Supernatural Users.


    The lost troops could be quickly replenished through conscription, but recing Supernatural Users was extremely difficult because their numbers were naturally low.


    The church moved up the conscription age to fifteen, but it was still a drop in the bucket—Supernatural Users are typically in it for life, with uncle-aged figures like Brother Peter still serving, along with a vast number of elderly magic users.


    So such massive casualties fromst year couldn’t possibly be made up for.


    It only showed that the Prosenians had indeed seized on the weak point of supernatural forces—their scarcity.


    In low-intensity, localized conflicts, these prayer warriors and Sound Array Masters can have a significant impact, but in arge-scale, total war, these people are at a loss.


    Because the losses cannot be reced, they are essentially a one-time consumable resource.


    Wang Zhong, "But even with so few prayer warriors, they still pose a significant deterrence to the enemy."


    "Yeah," Popov continued to y chess with himself, but it didn’t seem to interfere with his conversation with Wang Zhong, "Judge also got some interesting news. The Prosen Science Academy seems to have installed radar on nes, preparing to use radar to guide rockets and attack our nes."@@novelbin@@


    Wang Zhong’s mouth hung open: "Radar-guided rockets?"


    Popov: "Hard to believe, huh?"


    No, joke, I’ve killed over 1000 yers with semi-active radar-guided munitions in War Thunder, okay!


    Wang Zhong: "Can Prosen’s radar technology really mount that stuff on airnes now?"


    "It seems they’re cing it on four-engine heavy bombers, with the rockets in the bomb bay and fired using multipleunchers."


    Wang Zhong frowned tightly: Aerial radar-guided semi-active warhead aircraft? Damn, that’s pretty cool, isn’t it!


    But can the performance of current radars and radar-guided munitions really handle this thing?


    Popov: "It could be made up to bluff their pilots."


    At that moment, the sound of anti-aircraft guns firing came from outside, clearly Brother Peter had heard enemy nes approaching.


    Wang Zhong nced at the sky: "We’ll see if our camouge can fool the Ploson Air Force."


    The copsed two-thirds of the City Council building had been disguised as the Corps Command, with anti-aircraft guns primarily arranged in its vicinity.


    The real Corps Command was still protected by anti-aircraft guns, but few in number and well concealed—this was the backup.


    Together with the backup was a praying hand and a Divine Arrowuncher.


    The other four praying hands were protecting the fakemand center, the fake logistics center, the real logistics center, and the artillery positions.


    Popov: "I think it’ll be fine. The Ploson Air Force is pretty easy to dupe—this is my feeling; the Army can sometimes be quite cunning."


    Wang Zhong thought so too.


    He switched perspectives, sure enough, he saw the flight path of 24 bombers heading straight for the fake Army Groupmand, obviously intending to bomb themand center.


    Of course, this flight path also passed the fake logistics center, and they would probably drop some bombs there as well.


    But the real logistics center and the warehouse where Wang Zhong was, weren’t on the enemy’s flight path.


    It seemed the deception was highly sessful.


    Wang Zhong switched back to the naked eye perspective and continued endorsing documents.


    Pavlov said: "Is the enemy really not nning on attacking today?"


    Wang Zhong: "Definitely. The Prosen Infantry Troops will only make limited attacks in secondary directions at most. Attacks are the business of the Armored Division and armored grenadiers."


    Popov: "I heard it’s because the emperor favors those technical units since their Junker officer corps influence is lower. You can tell by the direction of Prosen propaganda after the Mnia and Carolingian campaigns; the aplishments of the infantry divisions are basically overlooked."


    Wang Zhong: "I heard they also highlighted a young non-Junker general, Erwin, in their propaganda."


    "Yeah, his father was an engineer, and he himself was nning to be one."


    Engineer!


    You can tell right away this person has the makings of a tough candidate for Tongliao.


    At that moment, the sound of bombs exploding reached them from outside; Wang Zhong switched views and saw the bombsnding near the fakemand center.


    Probably due to the anti-aircraft gun positions driving them off, the enemy nes dropped their bombs from a high altitude, so most missed the City Council building that was copsed by two-thirds.


    Wang Zhong had just switched back when the phone rang.


    Pavlov picked up: "Corps Command. How many enemy nes? Understood."


    He hung up and reported to Wang Zhong: "Brother Peter heard enemy nes again, four-engine, but just one. He spectes it’s the enemy’s new modified high-altitude reconnaissance ne."


    Wang Zhong nodded. Suddenly he remembered something and asked, "Are our artillery positions well concealed?"


    "Not exactly, the artillery just arrived yesterday afternoon. Like the enemy, they had no time to set up well-camouged artillery positions."


    Wang Zhong: "Then won’t the enemy reconnaissance spot everything?"


    Pavlov: "Don’t worry, although we didn’t have time to properly hide the real artillery positions, we brought wood, and fake artillery positions have been set up.


    "Without low-altitude reconnaissance, the enemy can’t see through it, they can only guess."


    Wang Zhong felt relieved.


    Vasily said: "Could the Prussians suddenly get smart and use fake artillery positions to deceive our reconnaissance?"


    Pavlov shook his head: "Even if they thought of it, there are no trees nearby to chop down. We brought wood from Yarvik to make fake targets. After all, the fake artillery positions performed well in previous battles."


    The moment his words fell, the rumble of enemy nes drifted in again through the warehouse’s venttion window.


    Wang Zhong switched views and saw a four-engine heavy bomber flying in from the west.


    But such a heavy bomber wouldn’t perform solo bombing missions, it could only be the new modified high-altitude reconnaissance ne.


    Brother Peter’s judgment wasn’t wrong.


    At this point, Popov said: "So, are we going to spend today amidst constant air raids and bombardments?"


    Wang Zhong: "You’ll get used to it. Of course, you could also help me sign some documents."


    Popov gave a faint smile: "No, I’m the Military Bishop, that’s not within my authority."