"I played a little trick," Yakov gestured on the map, "Based on our intelligence, the enemy's divisions line up here and here. Our shelling likely hit the headquarters of the Ninth Armored Division or the Fourteenth Armored Army. So, I placed our forward artillery positions in front of the operational area of the 20th Armored Grenadiers of the 41st Armored Army."
Wang Zhong laughed, "So if the enemy wants to figure out where our shells are coming from, they'd first need to locate an army scale? No, to coordinate between the Fourteenth and Forty-first Armored Armies, they would need to find the command post of an Army Group."
Yakov clapped his hands, "Right! That way our artillery has enough time to retreat. By the time the enemy coordinates and possibly launches an attack on our artillery positions, the area would be long deserted."
Wang Zhong clapped his hands continuously, "Great, great! Your handling has a bit of Vasily in it."
